Trencher nods as Mixtli speaks, agreeing with what is said.    “Yeah. Tie them up. I want to hear what they have to say about what they did.”  

Tandor goes to examine the farmers, checking them first for any serious injury.

Medicine 8+2

After the physical examination, he examines them to try to determine the cause for their crazed actions. First he ritually casts Detect Magic and then Detect Poison and Disease. When all of that is done, if anyone died in the attack, he ritually casts Gentle Repose on the bodies.

They are firmly knocked out, but all four are still breathing. They should be able to be safely tied up without causing them further injury.

The townsfolk are milling about, Aunt Dellie taking charge of trying to keep everyone calm... and she seems to be trying to squash speculation of curses.

Tandor, via his magic detection spell, notes that each of them is surrounded by an aura of enchantment, but scanning the crowd, sees no other such afflictions on the townsfolk. They seem clear of any poisons or diseases of concern. At least one of them was drinking a fair bit within the last day, and there are some minor ailments, an infected toenail here, a rash there, but nothing that would account for their actions from a more mundane angle. It would seem the magical enchantment would be the likely culprit.

Gilbert has managed, through feline persuasion, to lead a young woman who was injured to Tandor, though she seems puzzled by the cat.

"They're enchanted somehow, but no one else I can see is," Tandor says as he gets up to tend to the wounded woman.

Well done, Gilbert. I'll get you some fish as soon as I can.

"Be easy, miss. Gilbert," he indicates the cat, "is a friend of mine. I am a priest of Pelor and he wants me to look at your injury. What's your name?" When acting in his priestly capacity, he always spoke more formally than was his wont. He begins examining her injuries to determine if her injuries are serious enough to warrant magical healing or she will recover fully with more mundane attention. "Pelor, please guide your servant as I do your work," he murmurs as he examine her.

Medicine 18 + 4

"Aja.", she says hesitantly, but extends her arm trustingly.

Some bandaging will sort her out, and is likely within her or another townsfolk's capabilities, but there's something to be said for the comfort of a professional handling it... And some light evangelizing for Pelor, of course. 

Tandor is able to get her wound cleaned and bound, Aunt Dellie instructing someone to bring you what you need from a nearby home.

"Enchantment?  But from where, from who?"  Turning to Aunt Dellie, "Have you heard of anything like this before?  This is just odd.  I'm glad no one was seriously hurt."  Kora gets to work on tying them up, very curious what they will have to say when they wake.

Trencher turns to Aunt Dellie and asks, “You know these four?   Is there some way they are all connected somehow?  Like a church or a workplace?   Somewhere they eat?   Something that could connect them as to why they would all have been majicked?

"No, nothing like this.... they are all farmers from the Ratt--....", she says, before halting mid thought to step forward and pry at the clenched fist of the one who had been wielding the sickle. She pulls free some crumpled parchment and unfolds it and gives a cry of alarm, her eyes searching the other farmers. Those behind her would have caught at least a glimpse of a charcoal sketch of some sort on it.

 ooc: If Tandor is one of those...

Murmuring under his breath a prayer for Pelor to help the woman see sense, he says "Ma'am? Let me have a look at that, please. It may offer some clue to what's happened." He holds his hand out, giving an air of patient expectation.

Persuasion 22 + 4

 Persuasion roll 10 + 2

Tandor only gets out "Ma'am.." before she extends the parchment in his direction, hand shaking. Taking it from her, he sees a charcoal sketch of decent skill, depicting what he makes out as a child struggling to tread dark water and stay above the surface, while myriad hands grasp at her from below.

Aunt Dellie, in the meantime, has taken a seat on a nearby barrel, her broom planted against the ground as she leans against it, knuckles gripping white as her breathing comes ragged.

"It's Kianna's... but... but where would they get that?", she mutters, more to herself than any of the party.

Tandor shows the drawing around, then turns to the old woman. "Who's Kianna, where is she, or he? Why would Kianna draw a picture of child being pulled under the water? Does the person have magical abilities?"

Kora squats down next to the woman, worry in her eyes as she waits for her to answer Tandor's questions as they mirror her own.

The other locals are abuzz, speculation running rampant without Aunt Dellie stepping in to provide a calmer head. With a shaky voice she answers Tandor, reaching out to clasp Kora's hand.

"Magical abilities? No, Kianna is my goddaughter, she has no magic I know of... it's something she draws often... sort of her way of working through it. The child in the sketch is her friend Culley... was her friend. As kids they were playing down near Cradlelace Lake, though both of their folks warned them not to... Culley drowned. It was sad for the whole community, but Kianna... she blamed herself. Has always been an artist, but started drawing a scene of him drowning... it's an outlet for her, relieves some of the pain. Not a pleasant bit of art, but felt it was fairly safe, least she wasn't trying to bury the pain in more destructive ways. She was due back for the Festival, but I've not seen her yet... she's a grown woman now, works a farm a half day from here... not far from... what if she's like them? What if she's..."

She gulps back a sob, squeezing Kora's hand and letting go to stand up, gripping her broom resolutely. "My apologies, I... I don't mean to burden visitors with this... thank you for stopping these four without harming them too much, and tending to the wounded. I... I must get my things."

Mixtli steps in, "so you godaughter is at a farm near where these people worked aswell? and they have her drawing? Maybe we should investigate it a bit more to see what cast these people to act so strange."

"Oh!", she says, looking around at the group of capable warriors responding to the call to adventure. "If you could, I'd be ever so grateful, I'm not sure I would fare well against more affected folks. I... I can work with the healers here, and help to coordinate things to hopefully figure out what is happening to them, and keep it from spreading. If you find Kianna, and she's like this, I'd want to be able to cure her before she hurt anyone... she doesn't need that on her conscience too."

"If we encouter anyone act like this, we will try to handle them the same way as we did with these guys, but as they do attack other people we can't make any promises."

Tandor nodded agreement with the others.

Trench listens to what is all happening and then states, "A quick map to where we are going?   What will we recognize quickly so we know it is her farm?"

Kora stands up and squeezes the woman's shoulders, happy to hear that these new folk were willing to help this woman they just met.  While they talk about where to go, Kora heads over to the men that are bound to see if she can tell if they are about to wake.  She really is hoping they are back to normal so they can talk, but is worried they will still be under some spell that doesn't make any sense.