"Oh thank Helm,"Oloven replies, chuckling. He slaps Tor on the back and says "Thought I was goin' crazy for a minute there. I think he said he was goin' to check on Tyrel and the carts."
While you guys ride up towards the carts, Ace rides towards you, now with a cocky look on his face, saying "Hey guys, what were you doing over there? I think I saw a fire, but I can't be sure. You all ok?"
"We're fine, thanks for your concern," Tor responds drily, refusing to be baited. He nods towards Nikita. "We're escorting this young woman to her cousin's place in Phandalin, so we'll be a day or two overdue at Leilon."
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"Oh, hello my fine lady." He says as he bends over, kissing the back of her hand. "It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance. May I ask why you will be joining us?"
(I am trying to be charming, so I'll roll a charisma check: 18)
Tyrel, who has been slacking a lot due to his donkey being extremely stubborn. rides up next to the group. spotting Tor and giving him an apolegetic look. Before looking over at brother Siegfried as they are casting the ceremony. This being the first time he has ever had to deal with this many slain corpes causes Tyrel to gag a little bit before steadying himself.
"My apologies for being late. this mule is harder to control than expected." Tyrel admitted, not sure what else to say to the group.
Tor leaves Ace to flirt with Nikita. Instead he turns to Tyrel, who has been lagging behind.
"I've been keeping an eye on you. Don't worry. Just try to keep up from now on."
He swings his horse around to face south. "Lord Neverember has been informed of what has occurred here, and we can't do anything more for these people. Our focus now is getting Nikita to Phandalin. We're a few days away yet, so let's keep moving."
DM: If he knows it, Tor will say here how long until the next waypoint, and I can edit it in. If he doesn't know, that's fine.
"Thank you" Tyrel swiftly stated as he sondered up next to Tor. looking at him, he gave him a quick scan over and asked. "are you used to stuff like this? The death." Tyrel had not been used to this, he could only wonder what Tor had gone through to be this calm under a situation like this.
To Tyrel, Tor frowns a little, and glances downward. "I've seen my share." But doesn't expand on it.
As Ace breaks away from his flirtation, Tor responds plainly "That's where her cousin lives. And Waterdeep is too far. If it makes you feel any better we'll only be there long enough to drop her off."
"Does it ever get easier?" Tyrel inquired, fearing he knew the answer already to be a no judging from how Tor reacted. Yet he wanted to know for sure. needed to know. Tyrel had felled beasts and creatures before but he was never faced with so many human corpses yet.
Ace pulls the woman aside from the group, out of ear shot, and kindly asks: "Do you mind telling me what kind of family you have in Phandalin? You might know my family."
"Easier," Oloven interjects into Tyrel and Tor's conversation with a conciliatory expression. "But never easy. It helps to focus on the things you can do and the people you can help. Right now, we can help Brother Siegfried with his ceremonies, and we can get these folks' bodies out of the elements so that their families will be able to give 'em a proper burial when they're collected. Come on, shouldn't take more'n ten minutes and then we can all get away from here and get Nikita to her family."
Oloven would then suggest that they place the bodies by the side of the road in a neat row, covering them with the remains of the destroyed wagon's tarp. They'd then find stones to weigh the tarp down with to discourage animals from getting under there. It's an imperfect solution but it shouldn't have to last more than a day before Lord Neverember's men come to collect the bodies.
As they worked, that would be when Oloven would point out the crate with the money, wine, and dwarven contraption inside.
Tyrel would be helping Oloven with moving the bodies although his facial expression would always suggest that he found it difficult. Whenever he would have to pick up a body he'd request to be lifting from the feet. After all was said and done Tyrel stepped next to Oloven.
While you guys ride up towards the carts, Ace rides towards you, now with a cocky look on his face, saying "Hey guys, what were you doing over there? I think I saw a fire, but I can't be sure. You all ok?"
Ignore this post for the future, me and the DM clarified something, so this post is no longer relevant.
Oloven shrugs, looking down at the crate with more discomfort than he had at the bodies.
"Personally, I'd want the money to go to the families of the slain to help pay for funeral arrangements but... Well, I'm not enough of a fool to believe they'd see a penny of it if we just left it here. So I'll leave it to Tor to decide what to do with it all. Personally, I find lootin' the dead... Distasteful."
He turns to Tyrel and puts a hand on his shoulder. He says "You did good. I know that was unpleasant work. It'll feel better when we're miles away sittin' by a warm fire instead of out here in the cold and wet."
He speaks up so everyone can hear "What do y'all say we get a move on? I'd love to be well clear'a here before we stop for lunch."
(A reminder of what's in the loot box)
"A particular vintage of elven riesling is worth much gold to a collector. There is also 595 gold, 30 silver, and a elaborate gnomish device that serves as an intricate corkscrew that looks worth something as well."
The woman appears very uncomfortable with Ace's flirting, given that she just watched her partner be killed and her charred corpse lies a few dozen feet away. As politely as she can answers his question, "I doubt our families know each other, m'Lord. I am a simple laborer, from a family of farmers. My cousin moved there a few years ago when he retired from being a marshal in the Dragon Coast. He has an orchard there I believe."
She appears to be more uncomfortable as she sees the party sifting through the remains of the cart.
Well said. Better said than Tor could have managed. So he just nods. He is surprised at Oloven's understanding of coping with exposure to death, and the level of empathy he had remaining. Maybe Tor has become too inured to it - he would have just left the bodies, and allowed Neverember's men to bring back what they could find. Could this monk really have lived through such experiences? He had mentioned 'doing battles with evil'. For the first time, Tor cares to wonder a little about this group, the lives they have lived. To his knowledge, Tor has never battled evil. He wasn't sure there was such a thing, only the usual humanoid greed, pride and self-importance that sent other people to die for the sake of their own benefit.
"The wine will probably be spoiled from the heat," he chips in as Oloven points it out. "But it's doing no good here. We'll bring it, and hopefully it'll be good enough to pass around this evening."
"If the DM will allow a couple of differently timed conversations to take place, as I don't want to interrupt Ace and Nikita talking:) Tor holds up the gnomish device for Nikita to see. "Any idea what this is?"
"Oh thank Helm," Oloven replies, chuckling. He slaps Tor on the back and says "Thought I was goin' crazy for a minute there. I think he said he was goin' to check on Tyrel and the carts."
While you guys ride up towards the carts, Ace rides towards you, now with a cocky look on his face, saying "Hey guys, what were you doing over there? I think I saw a fire, but I can't be sure. You all ok?"
-Archie
"We're fine, thanks for your concern," Tor responds drily, refusing to be baited. He nods towards Nikita. "We're escorting this young woman to her cousin's place in Phandalin, so we'll be a day or two overdue at Leilon."
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
"Oh, hello my fine lady." He says as he bends over, kissing the back of her hand. "It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance. May I ask why you will be joining us?"
(I am trying to be charming, so I'll roll a charisma check: 18)
-Archie
Tyrel, who has been slacking a lot due to his donkey being extremely stubborn. rides up next to the group. spotting Tor and giving him an apolegetic look. Before looking over at brother Siegfried as they are casting the ceremony. This being the first time he has ever had to deal with this many slain corpes causes Tyrel to gag a little bit before steadying himself.
"My apologies for being late. this mule is harder to control than expected." Tyrel admitted, not sure what else to say to the group.
Tyrel Smithson - Protector Aasimar Sorcerer (Abbarant Mind) (Lvl 7) (Adventure - Storm Lord's Wrath)
Tor leaves Ace to flirt with Nikita. Instead he turns to Tyrel, who has been lagging behind.
"I've been keeping an eye on you. Don't worry. Just try to keep up from now on."
He swings his horse around to face south. "Lord Neverember has been informed of what has occurred here, and we can't do anything more for these people. Our focus now is getting Nikita to Phandalin. We're a few days away yet, so let's keep moving."
DM: If he knows it, Tor will say here how long until the next waypoint, and I can edit it in. If he doesn't know, that's fine.
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
"Thank you" Tyrel swiftly stated as he sondered up next to Tor. looking at him, he gave him a quick scan over and asked. "are you used to stuff like this? The death."
Tyrel had not been used to this, he could only wonder what Tor had gone through to be this calm under a situation like this.
Tyrel Smithson - Protector Aasimar Sorcerer (Abbarant Mind) (Lvl 7) (Adventure - Storm Lord's Wrath)
"Hold Up, Phandalin? Does it have to be Phandalin. Please, anywhere but there."
-Archie
To Tyrel, Tor frowns a little, and glances downward. "I've seen my share." But doesn't expand on it.
As Ace breaks away from his flirtation, Tor responds plainly "That's where her cousin lives. And Waterdeep is too far. If it makes you feel any better we'll only be there long enough to drop her off."
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos
"Does it ever get easier?" Tyrel inquired, fearing he knew the answer already to be a no judging from how Tor reacted. Yet he wanted to know for sure. needed to know. Tyrel had felled beasts and creatures before but he was never faced with so many human corpses yet.
Tyrel Smithson - Protector Aasimar Sorcerer (Abbarant Mind) (Lvl 7) (Adventure - Storm Lord's Wrath)
Ace pulls the woman aside from the group, out of ear shot, and kindly asks: "Do you mind telling me what kind of family you have in Phandalin? You might know my family."
-Archie
"Easier," Oloven interjects into Tyrel and Tor's conversation with a conciliatory expression. "But never easy. It helps to focus on the things you can do and the people you can help. Right now, we can help Brother Siegfried with his ceremonies, and we can get these folks' bodies out of the elements so that their families will be able to give 'em a proper burial when they're collected. Come on, shouldn't take more'n ten minutes and then we can all get away from here and get Nikita to her family."
Oloven would then suggest that they place the bodies by the side of the road in a neat row, covering them with the remains of the destroyed wagon's tarp. They'd then find stones to weigh the tarp down with to discourage animals from getting under there. It's an imperfect solution but it shouldn't have to last more than a day before Lord Neverember's men come to collect the bodies.
As they worked, that would be when Oloven would point out the crate with the money, wine, and dwarven contraption inside.
At the mention of wine Ace's head perks up at wine, but he stays with the woman, waiting for a response.
-Archie
Tyrel would be helping Oloven with moving the bodies although his facial expression would always suggest that he found it difficult. Whenever he would have to pick up a body he'd request to be lifting from the feet. After all was said and done Tyrel stepped next to Oloven.
"What should we do with those?"
Tyrel Smithson - Protector Aasimar Sorcerer (Abbarant Mind) (Lvl 7) (Adventure - Storm Lord's Wrath)
Ace calls over form the woman "Dibs on the wine! There might be some that are valuable for trading!"
-Archie
Ignore this post for the future, me and the DM clarified something, so this post is no longer relevant.
-Archie
Oloven shrugs, looking down at the crate with more discomfort than he had at the bodies.
"Personally, I'd want the money to go to the families of the slain to help pay for funeral arrangements but... Well, I'm not enough of a fool to believe they'd see a penny of it if we just left it here. So I'll leave it to Tor to decide what to do with it all. Personally, I find lootin' the dead... Distasteful."
He turns to Tyrel and puts a hand on his shoulder. He says "You did good. I know that was unpleasant work. It'll feel better when we're miles away sittin' by a warm fire instead of out here in the cold and wet."
He speaks up so everyone can hear "What do y'all say we get a move on? I'd love to be well clear'a here before we stop for lunch."
(A reminder of what's in the loot box)
"A particular vintage of elven riesling is worth much gold to a collector. There is also 595 gold, 30 silver, and a elaborate gnomish device that serves as an intricate corkscrew that looks worth something as well."
"Oh, no, obviously don't loot the dead bodies, that would be disgraceful. I just want any leftover wine."
-Archie
The woman appears very uncomfortable with Ace's flirting, given that she just watched her partner be killed and her charred corpse lies a few dozen feet away. As politely as she can answers his question, "I doubt our families know each other, m'Lord. I am a simple laborer, from a family of farmers. My cousin moved there a few years ago when he retired from being a marshal in the Dragon Coast. He has an orchard there I believe."
She appears to be more uncomfortable as she sees the party sifting through the remains of the cart.
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Well said. Better said than Tor could have managed. So he just nods. He is surprised at Oloven's understanding of coping with exposure to death, and the level of empathy he had remaining. Maybe Tor has become too inured to it - he would have just left the bodies, and allowed Neverember's men to bring back what they could find. Could this monk really have lived through such experiences? He had mentioned 'doing battles with evil'. For the first time, Tor cares to wonder a little about this group, the lives they have lived. To his knowledge, Tor has never battled evil. He wasn't sure there was such a thing, only the usual humanoid greed, pride and self-importance that sent other people to die for the sake of their own benefit.
"The wine will probably be spoiled from the heat," he chips in as Oloven points it out. "But it's doing no good here. We'll bring it, and hopefully it'll be good enough to pass around this evening."
"If the DM will allow a couple of differently timed conversations to take place, as I don't want to interrupt Ace and Nikita talking:) Tor holds up the gnomish device for Nikita to see. "Any idea what this is?"
DM - Storm King's Thunder
DM - Torosevia (WIP homebrew world)
Kelytha Meliamne - Matti Silverstorm - Silver - Star-Setting-In-The-East - Tor Baltos