Eon: Survival at Sea.

Without a hint of surprise in his voice, bean calls out to josiah, "im afraid it is that bad, the leo that torla and i met was older and already had a fake leg, he loses it now, or it gets infected and he loses it somewhere else. Best to do it where we have some control"

Bean grasps at some grass near him.

“Hold on they might not even be connected, Torla you’re good with medical knowledge right. Do we really have to cut off the leg”

Josiah, the Right leg of Leos leather trousers are rolled up past his knee. You can see that where the leg was Damn near detached, It is now stitched together to hold it in place. You gather the cauterization that is about to transpire, Is simply to make sure it stays attached. The Hook shaped branch can easily serve as a cane of sorts.

"There is no choice here, if I dont do this he'll lose the leg for good. Its already been over 10 hours since it was detached from the rest of the body." ***** explains as she examines the fine edge of the dagger, There is steam rising from the dagger. "This along with a little magic will at least give him a chance." 

Leo is drunk, He spent 20 minutes drinking *****s flask of some kind of alcohol. "I want my leg...I've grown attached to it" He laughs at the terrible joke.

***** Motions for aid, "I need two people to hold him down and another to keep the leg still, If any of you can do some kind of Healing magic that would help after the fact."

“Fine” Brythel moves in to hold Leo down

Josiah nods his understanding and moves to assist.

Bean goes back to waiting for torla's response about the red sky, as his stomach gurgles for food he pats it as if telling it to wait too.

Bean will wince and try not to look when the procedure on leo starts.

Imras stirs and stands from the clump of grass he apparnetly fell asleep in.  Noticing the others gathered together, he makes his way over, grimacing as he realizes what's about to happen, but keeping his mouth shut so he doesn't interrupt int he middle of it.

"Of course," Torla says, walking over. She fishes her amulet out of her tunic and holds it in one hand. Kneeling down near Leo's head, she grasps his shoulder with her other hand. "Tell me when," she says to *****.

Cure Wounds: 7

Brythel and Josiah move to leos shoulders and hold him down. Torla kneels next to ***** and grips just above his right knee, keeping his leg in place. ***** lets out a looooong breath, "All right, here we go" She presses the scalding hot metal of the dagger along the front of his leg where the stitches were sewn in. Leo Bites down hard on the piece of leather and thrashes about. The smell of burnt flesh quickly fills the air.

All 3 of you Make a Strength check.

Strength check 8

Strength Check: 10  (Add 3 if Athletics is acceptable instead of a straight strength check.)

Strength: 17

This is pure strength NeoMagus, you are trying to hold him down.

Brythel fumbles for a moment but luckily both Josiah and Torla have a firm grip and are keeping him relatively still. Leo's muffled screams carry threw the trees, ***** pulls the dagger back and quickly slips it under his leg to seal the back of the wound. The stench of burning flesh is almost unbearable at this point(even for you josiah). Leo is a madman, trying desperately to escape the pain, even in his drunken state he is putting up quite the fight.

***** removes the scalding hot dagger and throws it some distance away, She quickly gathers the leaves she had brought with her and wraps the wounded area with them. 20 wholle minutes go by before Leo finally comes down from his fight or flight response. His breathing is heavy and ragged, He stops resisting and falls flat on the ground.

***** casts cure wounds on Leo's leg. 9 + 7 as Torla quickly folllows suit.

 Leaning back from the endeavor of keeping Leo under control, Josiah lets out a tired sigh.

"Well, glad that's done with."

“Ah, that was awful” Brythel turns to Torla “will he be ok”

Torla prays the entire time ***** is sealing his wounds. Leo's screams, despite the muffler, drowns out her words. As Leo finally quiets down, she sits back breathing heavily. After Brythel's question, she looks at him with wet eyes. "He's in God's hands," she says helplessly. "We're all in God's hands."

***** stands and wipes her hands. "Only time will tell if he'll get to use that leg again." She walks over and picks up the dagger, stabbing it into the dirt. "Now with that done, I'll be on my way." She Looks to you Torla, "Make sure he takes it easy on that leg, Put a splint on it and keep him from any strenuous activity." She grabs her quiver and ties it back to her waist, Grabbing her bow the Elven woman makes her way threw the north trees.

Leo Is Conscious but weak. The Piece of leather falls from his mouth, A Very clear and deep indent of teeth in it. He damn near bit threw that piece of leather. He Will have disadvantage on all Dex based checks and saving throws as well as move at half speed even with a splint and cane.

“Hold on Gyspy before ye go I’m gonna need my dagger back”

She gestures to the dagger over in the dirt. She doesn't stop or look back.

Torla clears her throat and looks around at the group. Several are looking at her and she appears to steel herself. "Food. We should eat." She pulls from the pouch Leo gave her the five remaining strips of meat. "We can eat these or I can pray for food and water. I ... am feeling confident I could do that. The problem is we still don't have a good place to collect the water."