The Bold Adventures of Poins--In the Woods!


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Hemaor nods. "Would be the right thing to do, I think. They have been denied the earth's embrace for too long, being jarred up like this."

Hemaor wipes off and puts away his axe, and then starts hauling body parts outside, looking for a good hidden spot to make a mass grave.
 

Liev Sibin

Liev re-stows his shortspear, sighing.

"I should have expected this," he mutters to himself. "This is what comes of falling in with people who have moral convictions." The little man sighs dramatically, then joins the others gathering zombie parts to bury.
 

It takes an hour, but the party is able to haul all the corpse bits out. While they do this, Devon heals Heamor's wolf, giving the beast an affectionate scratch on the head.

The party is disappointed to discover that the ground outside is bare rock--unsuitable for graves. Still, they could use some of their supplies to build a pyre. Or perhaps gather stones to put up a cairn...
 


Liev Sibin

"Well, given the choice, I'd sure rather use rocks than our own supplies. Plus the smoke thing. I vote cairn. That is, as long as 'leave 'em for the coyotes' isn't an option."
 

It takes another hour to gather the stones for a cairn. By the time it is done, the sky is getting dark. The perfect time to sleep.
 


Liev Sibin

Liev's usual attitude is replaced with a surprising sheepishness as he admits, "Um, you see, the thing about my tricks is, if I don't get a full night's sleep, uninterrupted, I don't get back the energy to do them again the next day. I don't know why it is; I guess that's just how these things work. So, I think a watch is a good idea, but I can't take a shift without ruining my chances to throw tricks again tomorrow. And given how scrawny I am compared to the rest of you, my tricks are about the best thing I've got going to keep me alive through this mess, you know?"
 


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