The Four Lands - The Great North

Finnian picks himself up clutching himself to stop the tingling. Looking over to Anniston, he responds.

"I'm fine, but I think you're right. We're not going to be able to move him for a bit."

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AC 18 HP 29 / 80
Spells available: 3, 5, 3, 1
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Neurotic said:
Bertrand, healing?[/COLOR] Vorian streches lightly both hands toward Bertrand, but doesn't approach unless given permission.

"I thank you, but as luck would have it I was healed before that last skirmish and have not taken another wound." He smiles. "Ask me again in a few minutes and I suspect the answer will be different."
 

Vorian

Vorian looks around few times...if he doesn't see familiar black-gray head of his hound he takes the whistle from his neck and blows into it.

If anybody asks for healing on his way, he provides it, but does not otherwise change course. He walks purposfuly with Bertrand in tow toward some height where he could see incoming riders from.
 

The Cove

Bertrand and Vorain ascend to the rim and begin to walk it's permiter and scout the area. Reaching the top they see perhaps a mile area surronding the cove which has suffered the effects of a terrbile windstorm. Large areas of blackned earth give testiment to the power and size of the lighting that hit the rim and the area. No sign of the black clad foes or of the horsemen can be seen.

Watching Jaroth, Anniston and Finnian observe that his breathing is becoming less shallow and that he is now moving a bit but remains in a deep sleep.
 

Bertrand

"One of our companions, Vadric, is still out there somewhere. The storm must have taken him. I hope I didn't sweep him out to sea, or we might never find the body." With a sweep of his arm, Bertrand asks, "You say they split into smaller groups? Could they be trying to surround the area? If that is so, and assuming they are foes, perhaps it would be better to take them on individually, attack the smaller groups before they can surround us?"
 

"Well, Finnian, those two up on the ridge do not appear to see anything threatening. It looks like we may have a minute or two. We should consider a search party to see if we can find Vadric. He flew to the east. But we also need to keep an eye on the young man in the tent. I do not want him to wander off. Perhaps when Bertrand and Vorian get back we can organize a search party."

[OOC Question for DM: Did I loose the 10 hitpoints? Or did Jaroth "get" them? Or did I not have a chance to deliver them?]
 


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Vadric descends, his heart saddened by the sight of the dead mother wolf and her two whimpering pups. While the knight knew such things happened, he couldn't help but feel responsible; it was one of his companions that had caused this devastation.

Vadric approaches the two pups, grabbing them by the scruff of their necks and wrapping them in his cloak. Perhaps Bertrand would know what to do with them. The task done, the cleric again begins to make his way back to the cove.
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The Cove

For Vadric
[sblock]Descending on his errand of mercy, Vadric is not suprised to find the puppies somewhat standoffish at first. Then inspiration hiting him he takes from his provisions some dried beef and the solid black male puppy boldy comes to investigate. Seeing her brother safe, the solid grey white female pup soon follow suite. Within ten minutes Vadric is back in the air and headed towards the cove. From the distance already traveled a considerable distance towards the cove and estimates that he has about an hour of travel left.[/sblock]


For Kellson
[sblock]From his vantage point well to the south, Kellson observes two figures scouting the rim.[/sblock]
 

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Vadric continues on his way, amazed by how far the incredibly powerful winds had blown him away from his companions.

Just let me know when I can rejoin the group.
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