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Lucian, seeing that Len and Cole have teleported backwards realizes that he is the next best thing for this strange man to come after. Hurriedly, he throw's his dagger at whichever enemy is still up, all the while pulling a new dagger from his belt to prepare for his next move (if they are both still up then he'll continue hitting the one he's been fighting). At this rate, he's going to be out of daggers...hopefully he'll be able to retrieve them once this is over.
The bard releases a breath when the combat finishes, his arms falling limply at his side. But he's far from relaxed. The memory of the anger that has engulfed him, and that he has used to fuel that last spell, still lingers in him.
He approaches the body of the man that attacked him specifically and, with a cold voice, he whispers:
- Here you belong. In the dirt. Not walking and breathing and causing pain to who knows how many innocent people travelling this road.
As he says this words a voice in the corner of his mind whispers "This is not you, Bran. You are not like this". Indeed, he'd never been this angered before. He put a hand on his heart and felt it still beating fast, a remnant of the pounding he had imprinted in his voice when he shouted to break this man's mind. He needed to calm down, be back to his usual self...
Bran then looked at his right hand and realized it was covered in his own blood from pressing the wound he'd had received. He muttered a few words while passing his left hand over it and the red stains began to disappear. He did the same with his face. When he finished, it was as if nothing had happened at all.
He then addresses the party:
- We should move them from the road, right? We don't want anyone seeing this bodies here in the open.
He then wondered if they should also investigate the bodies, in case they could have something useful. Who knew, if these two had been attacking and assaulting people they could have something on them the party could use. And every little help counted in the path they had ahead of them.
When the heavy blade of the greataxe takes off a leg of the unlucky opponent and nearly cleaves him in two, Eithne, oblivious to the fountain of blood that pours over her, drenching her completely from the waist down, already turns snarling towards the other enemy: "You are next!"
But seeing Nikolai and Chara shoot him down with beams of magical energy, the savage stranger, after a moment of perplexity in which she doesn't seem to fully realize that the battle is over, begins to come out of her state of ferocious exaltation: her features relax, so such as the hypertrophic muscles (which return to their more usual size - with probable relief from her stretched clothes); the azure eyes lose their murderous light, replaced by tender concern, as they turn to check the condition now of Lenn, now of Bran…
When the bard approaches and pronounces those harsh words at the brute who had wounded him so cruelly, the savage stranger places a hand on his shoulder: "Yes, these merciless murders got what they deserved! I got so scared , when I saw how savagely they hit you! How can one be so... so..." she seems struggling to find the right word "... so brutal! He could have mutilated you, taken your leg off!" almost without realizing it, at the thought of her she has already embraced Bran "Such violent people deserved nothing else ..."
(OOC: Lol! Is speaking the one who, soaked in other's blood from the waist down, just took a leg off the opponent - whose innards she had declared that she wanted to feed Juhowly - and nearly cleaved him in two...)
"Oh!" realizes the last of the dusk elf maidens suddenly, letting go of the bard "I've got you all dirty..." (part of the blood that soaked her now also smears Bran's clothes) "I..." she doesn't know what to say, completely taken with embarrassment (perhaps not just embarrassment of getting him dirty) "Sorry; I should have reminded myself: I always end up having to wash all my clothes after I have these 'arguments'..."
"Are you all right, Lenn?" Eithne also goes to check the paladin's condition "I saw that these savages managed to hit you also, despite your armour..."
On hearing Bran's proposition: "Yeah, right, let's get them out of here. They're not a pretty sight".
The savage stranger begins searching them with practical determination, withholds and shares with the others what she eventually finds to be useful or valuable, then drags the bodies into the thicket of nearby vegetation.
After that, if no one makes other proposals, the last of the dusk elf maidens is ready to take the lead of the group again and set off again in the direction of the winery.
Lenn makes sure the man is dead by inexpressive stabbing his heart.
The cara y man was strong but the aid of his companions had kept him fighting… and in control. Still the Hunger clinches his chest and whispers in his mind. The smell of flesh blood is too tempting. The pumping hearts of his friends resounds on his ears. No. He is in control. After a couple of deep breaths, more for the habit than because he really need it he opens his eyes again.
“Bran is right. We should move them and perhaps even look for other victims. We could burn them and make they took a proper final rest”
Still dwelling on his thoughts, Bran's not really prepared for answering Eithne, much less to receive her embrace. For a couple of seconds he doesn't know how to react at her closeness and he thinks that he should probably stop her. A tinge of guilt also crosses his mind. But, then again, pushing her away doesn't seem like a proper response for someone that has shown so much care towards him. So he finally relaxes, lays a hand on her hair and says:
- It's all right. I am ok, Eithne. And don't worry about the blood. Look.
He moves a little away, mutters the words of the cantrip and moves his hand as if he was pulling something away from them both. As a response, the blood just vanishes into thin air.
- See? Problem solved - he sighs and then adds - If only all spells were as simple and harmless as this one...
He shakes his head a little, offers her a faint smile and realizes that he ... does feel a little better now.
When she turns to Lenn, the bard does the same and he too asks how the paladin is faring. Seeing that he seems all right, Bran looks relieved.
- I feel like giving them the proper rest more for the people that could see them in this state than for what these two fuc... - he corrects himself - men actually deserve, but yes, you're right, Lenn. Let's do that.
He helps however he can to dispose of the bodies - after Eithne has checked them - and look for other possible victims, as the paladin has suggested.
The fight finished, Chara drops to the ground lightly next to Lucian. She looks down at the two dead men... and she nearly vomits at her handiwork. She has no way of knowing if the second man died by her hand or Nikolia's, but that doesn't help much. Logically, she knows that these men would have probably killed her and her friends without hesitation, or perhaps done even worse things than that if they had managed to subdue her, but no matter what they did or were going to do, these were human beings. Her entire body is trembling.
"Y-yes," she stammers. "We... we need to put them to rest..."
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- Should we rest a little after we are finished here? This has been tough and it would do us good to gather ourselves before reaching the winery. Or do you just prefer to keep going?
(OOC: How long to the winery? If the whole journey was 4 hours long, it should be like another 20-30 minute walk, right?)
"If anyone needs rest, we can certainly do it" agrees Eithne, now completely calm, while idly caressing Juhowly. "Meanwhile, I can keep watch, I'm not tired. The anger of the Voices frees such an energy... And Ichabod, if he feels like it, might try again to go on patrol, invisible, to the winery... So , when he returns with information on the situation, we, well rested, will be ready to act accordingly".
But there is a thought, inside her, carefully hidden under the mask of indifference of her features, which continues to infest her mind, so often that it even puts the Voices to silence: 'It... It really happened? We were hugging! And he laid a hand on my hair! How... What... But... Can't... Or...?'
Lucian, seeing that his attack wasn't needed, refrains from throwing his second dagger and instead slumps against the tree behind him. He'd managed to stay calm, and avoid injury, so that was good... but he felt like he'd been significantly less useful in this fight then everyone else. Even with the wolves at the festival, he hadn't done much. What is the point of him being here if he isn't useful?
He glances at Chara as she alights beside him, noticing her discomfort. Here he was worrying about whether or not he'd been useful enough, where she was likely grappling with ending a life. Swallowing, he turns his eyes to the fallen, wondering briefly why these two had attacked them in the first place. They were outnumbered, there really hadn't been any chance of them winning...had there? Perhaps they thought this group were untrained in combat and easy targets. ...well, either way it landed them in the dirt.
Hesitantly, he puts a hand on Chara's shoulder. He isn't really sure how to go about comforting her on this, as...well he hasn't actually killed anyone...that he knows of. He shivers at the thought, but quickly pushes it away. "D...don't think to hard about... them. I...I'll help Lenn take care of the bodies." It is the least he can do in this situation. Chara needn't further her discomfort by dragging away the body of the man she'd helped kill. He hesitates a moment, just to make sure that Chara is alright, then lets out a breath and tucks his dagger away before hesitantly moving to collect the one he'd thrown earlier. Once he's found it, he wipes it off on the grass before stowing it away with the others.
Then he moves towards the body of the savage Nikolai and Chara had ended, and stares awkwardly down at it. "Where...where do we want to take them?"
Nikolai says, "Let's drag them into the woods where they said their wounded companion was. And who knows? Maybe they have a campsite back in there with some items that they no longer have any need for..."
Chara just nods at Lucian's words... she doesn't trust herself to say anything else as she turns away to let Lucian and Nikolai deal with the corpses. She sits down on the cart, cradling Lydl and doing her best to forget what she just did. How will her Master feel about this? She hadn't wanted to kill those men, but they had attacked her friends. Was there anything else she could have done to prevent the bloodshed? She doesn't know.
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Dragging the bodies into the woods in the direction from which they came, you soon spot their camp, if you can call it that. A small smoldering fire; a leg of ???, gnawed and uncooked; two ragged bedrolls, infested with fleas; and a small fur bag, bulging with items. Inside you find 22 cp, 19 sp, and 15 electrum pieces, each stamped with the face of Count von Strahd. There are also 7 gemstones.
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- Let's not ... sit near that ... - and he moves the bedrolls away with the javelin - So, shall we rest a little? Lenn, you are still hurt. I'd say it's better you tend to those wounds before continuing. What do you say?
Looking at the coins and gemstones, he adds:
- We could sell the gemstones and save the money to improve our equipment little by little - mentioning this, he thought again of his house, wondering what he would find there. Not only, well, the ones that were most important for him. But in the specific point of equipment, he already needed to search for Sander's lute, and now that he thought of it ... could he even find the weapons he had got from his father? He hadn't used them in years, but if they were still there he would certainly make use of them now. - Andwho knows, perhaps one day we'll even be able to afford some healing potions!
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If I'm right, Lenn is at 13/20 HP. If we do rest and he uses a hit die, he could add another 1d6 to that healing because of the "Song of rest" bard feature. My vote is yes to short rest (but will do as everyone decides).
If my calculations are correct, the coins found are = 8,5g 9sp 22cp (I convert them to gold because I understand that coin better).
And regarding what I mention about weapons at Bran's home, that's because I still dream of finding the bard starting equipment he's missing someday ... dreaming is free! 😂
...If I'm right, Lenn is at 13/20 HP. If we do rest and he uses a hit die, he could add another 1d6 to that healing because of the "Song of rest" bard feature. My vote is yes to short rest (but will do as everyone decides).
If my calculations are correct, the coins found are = 8,5g 9sp 22cp (I convert them to gold because I understand that coin better).
Oh, well, Lenn's sheet reports 6/20... but maybe it's not up-to-date. Anyway, as you all prefer - Eithne does not need it because she has been lucky enough to avoid getting hit and what she expended (a rage) resets on long rests, not shorts. But it seem a good idea to arrive at the winery in good shape. By the way, as mentioned in-character, during our hour of short rest, Ichabod could scout the winery while invisible, so it would not be wasted time!
As far as calculations are concerned, if we like to think in gold and to do maths right now (cp = 1/100 gp - sp = 1/10 gp - electrum = 1/2 gp):
22 cp, 19 sp, and 15 electrum = 22/100 + 19/10 + 15/2 gp = 0,22 + 1,9 + 7,5 gp = 9,62 gp
so the equivalent value is 9 gp, 6 sp 2 cp
We are 7 so for each one: 9,62 / 7 = 1,37 (3cp left, not divisible for 7)
(OOC: 👍🏻👍🏻 to sending Ichabod to scout if possible. Bran won't really get much of the short rest, only a teeny tiny 1HP, but I still vote yes to short rest, specially if Lenn's low on HP)
Lucian doesn't take part in searching the camp, finding himself a little worn out after helping drag the corpses. When his comrades find the sack of coins and other objects, he catches the scent of silver and scrunches his nose. He's glad he hadn't helped search, even if the silver wasn't sharpened, the scent burned his nostrils and even holding it to long made his skin burn... almost like he had an allergic reaction to it. He was glad he hadn't found and stuck his hand in that bag.
"Yeah...L...Lets not stay here," he says in agreement with Bran. The place was both dirty and smelled horrid.
He made his way over to Chara, "You...doing alright?" He could use a short rest too, in spite of taking no damage, he was pretty worn out and he knew all to well that weariness would slow him down.
Eithne approaches Lucian and Chara and the look of her azure eyes is caring and worried: "Rest and recover your strength, my friends" she advises. "Perhaps these violent men ambushing along the road were the only reason for the winery's failure to deliver... but since we are in doubt, better to go prepared. I'll keep watch".
The savage stranger seems to want to add something, but she remains in awkward silence for a while, as she searches for words; finally he manages to say: "Don't... don't let yourself be too shaken by what we had to do to survive. We did what we had to. It would have been worse if these murderers had continued their work to the detriment of innocent wayfarers. My people..." she hesitates "and I don't want to talk about it now, but believe me, I mean a lot of people... they were slain by creatures whose hearts were no less black than these. It's... it's like with what Lenn told us earlier, at the inn. It is not wrong what we have been forced to do. It's Barovia that is wrong. For now. And it is for the dream of improving this state of things that we are here together".
'Oh, well, I know, I've never been very good with words...' thinks the last of the dusk elf maidens, having exhausted her consolation arguments, walking away to stand guard, with Juhowly next to her.
'You didn't say anything wrong, Eithne…' the Voices comfort her. 'The kids will learn! Had they experienced what we have experienced..." 'Really! That brute who laughed as he dropped me on that sharp stake, impaling both me and the child in my womb at once…'
The flood of gory memories that engulfs Eithne doesn't particularly lift her spirits, but it's nothing new for her. She doesn't even try to silence the voices - maybe they need to vent after all, don't they? And she… well, she, unlike them, is still there.
'But why? What was so different about me? Or what happened to me differently? Is it because I was a Velikov? Is it some kind of curse that has come upon me by reflex, because of what my sister did? I don't remember these details, I don't remember them... Ah, never mind. Perhaps one day these memories too will return - and when they do I might wish to forget them again! I am here. With the ability to avenge the Voices. And let them find peace. And to finally find peace myself as well'.
At this last dream, she glances briefly at Bran out of the corner of her eye... and for once, the word 'peace' doesn't inevitably sound like an end to her, but as a possible new beginning instead.
Lucian, seeing that Len and Cole have teleported backwards realizes that he is the next best thing for this strange man to come after. Hurriedly, he throw's his dagger at whichever enemy is still up, all the while pulling a new dagger from his belt to prepare for his next move (if they are both still up then he'll continue hitting the one he's been fighting). At this rate, he's going to be out of daggers...hopefully he'll be able to retrieve them once this is over.
Attack: 18 Damage: 5
With a kick and a mighty swing, Eithne is able to kill her opponent, taking off a leg and nearly cleaving him in two.
Then Nikolai and Chara both fire bolts of magical light at the other and he is blasted away from Lenn, falling limply on the road.
The wood is again still and quiet, as if nothing had just happened, only the burning smell of smoke from Cole's transportation lingers on.
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The bard releases a breath when the combat finishes, his arms falling limply at his side. But he's far from relaxed. The memory of the anger that has engulfed him, and that he has used to fuel that last spell, still lingers in him.
He approaches the body of the man that attacked him specifically and, with a cold voice, he whispers:
- Here you belong. In the dirt. Not walking and breathing and causing pain to who knows how many innocent people travelling this road.
As he says this words a voice in the corner of his mind whispers "This is not you, Bran. You are not like this". Indeed, he'd never been this angered before. He put a hand on his heart and felt it still beating fast, a remnant of the pounding he had imprinted in his voice when he shouted to break this man's mind. He needed to calm down, be back to his usual self...
Bran then looked at his right hand and realized it was covered in his own blood from pressing the wound he'd had received. He muttered a few words while passing his left hand over it and the red stains began to disappear. He did the same with his face. When he finished, it was as if nothing had happened at all.
He then addresses the party:
- We should move them from the road, right? We don't want anyone seeing this bodies here in the open.
He then wondered if they should also investigate the bodies, in case they could have something useful. Who knew, if these two had been attacking and assaulting people they could have something on them the party could use. And every little help counted in the path they had ahead of them.
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When the heavy blade of the greataxe takes off a leg of the unlucky opponent and nearly cleaves him in two, Eithne, oblivious to the fountain of blood that pours over her, drenching her completely from the waist down, already turns snarling towards the other enemy: "You are next!"
But seeing Nikolai and Chara shoot him down with beams of magical energy, the savage stranger, after a moment of perplexity in which she doesn't seem to fully realize that the battle is over, begins to come out of her state of ferocious exaltation: her features relax, so such as the hypertrophic muscles (which return to their more usual size - with probable relief from her stretched clothes); the azure eyes lose their murderous light, replaced by tender concern, as they turn to check the condition now of Lenn, now of Bran…
When the bard approaches and pronounces those harsh words at the brute who had wounded him so cruelly, the savage stranger places a hand on his shoulder: "Yes, these merciless murders got what they deserved! I got so scared , when I saw how savagely they hit you! How can one be so... so..." she seems struggling to find the right word "... so brutal! He could have mutilated you, taken your leg off!" almost without realizing it, at the thought of her she has already embraced Bran "Such violent people deserved nothing else ..."
(OOC: Lol! Is speaking the one who, soaked in other's blood from the waist down, just took a leg off the opponent - whose innards she had declared that she wanted to feed Juhowly - and nearly cleaved him in two...)
"Oh!" realizes the last of the dusk elf maidens suddenly, letting go of the bard "I've got you all dirty..." (part of the blood that soaked her now also smears Bran's clothes) "I..." she doesn't know what to say, completely taken with embarrassment (perhaps not just embarrassment of getting him dirty) "Sorry; I should have reminded myself: I always end up having to wash all my clothes after I have these 'arguments'..."
"Are you all right, Lenn?" Eithne also goes to check the paladin's condition "I saw that these savages managed to hit you also, despite your armour..."
On hearing Bran's proposition: "Yeah, right, let's get them out of here. They're not a pretty sight".
The savage stranger begins searching them with practical determination, withholds and shares with the others what she eventually finds to be useful or valuable, then drags the bodies into the thicket of nearby vegetation.
After that, if no one makes other proposals, the last of the dusk elf maidens is ready to take the lead of the group again and set off again in the direction of the winery.
Lenn makes sure the man is dead by inexpressive stabbing his heart.
The cara y man was strong but the aid of his companions had kept him fighting… and in control. Still the Hunger clinches his chest and whispers in his mind. The smell of flesh blood is too tempting. The pumping hearts of his friends resounds on his ears.
No. He is in control.
After a couple of deep breaths, more for the habit than because he really need it he opens his eyes again.
“Bran is right. We should move them and perhaps even look for other victims. We could burn them and make they took a proper final rest”
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Still dwelling on his thoughts, Bran's not really prepared for answering Eithne, much less to receive her embrace. For a couple of seconds he doesn't know how to react at her closeness and he thinks that he should probably stop her. A tinge of guilt also crosses his mind. But, then again, pushing her away doesn't seem like a proper response for someone that has shown so much care towards him. So he finally relaxes, lays a hand on her hair and says:
- It's all right. I am ok, Eithne. And don't worry about the blood. Look.
He moves a little away, mutters the words of the cantrip and moves his hand as if he was pulling something away from them both. As a response, the blood just vanishes into thin air.
- See? Problem solved - he sighs and then adds - If only all spells were as simple and harmless as this one...
He shakes his head a little, offers her a faint smile and realizes that he ... does feel a little better now.
When she turns to Lenn, the bard does the same and he too asks how the paladin is faring. Seeing that he seems all right, Bran looks relieved.
- I feel like giving them the proper rest more for the people that could see them in this state than for what these two fuc... - he corrects himself - men actually deserve, but yes, you're right, Lenn. Let's do that.
He helps however he can to dispose of the bodies - after Eithne has checked them - and look for other possible victims, as the paladin has suggested.
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The fight finished, Chara drops to the ground lightly next to Lucian. She looks down at the two dead men... and she nearly vomits at her handiwork. She has no way of knowing if the second man died by her hand or Nikolia's, but that doesn't help much. Logically, she knows that these men would have probably killed her and her friends without hesitation, or perhaps done even worse things than that if they had managed to subdue her, but no matter what they did or were going to do, these were human beings. Her entire body is trembling.
"Y-yes," she stammers. "We... we need to put them to rest..."
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Hearing Chara, Bran asks:
- Should we rest a little after we are finished here? This has been tough and it would do us good to gather ourselves before reaching the winery. Or do you just prefer to keep going?
(OOC: How long to the winery? If the whole journey was 4 hours long, it should be like another 20-30 minute walk, right?)
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"If anyone needs rest, we can certainly do it" agrees Eithne, now completely calm, while idly caressing Juhowly. "Meanwhile, I can keep watch, I'm not tired. The anger of the Voices frees such an energy... And Ichabod, if he feels like it, might try again to go on patrol, invisible, to the winery... So , when he returns with information on the situation, we, well rested, will be ready to act accordingly".
But there is a thought, inside her, carefully hidden under the mask of indifference of her features, which continues to infest her mind, so often that it even puts the Voices to silence: 'It... It really happened? We were hugging! And he laid a hand on my hair! How... What... But... Can't... Or...?'
Lucian, seeing that his attack wasn't needed, refrains from throwing his second dagger and instead slumps against the tree behind him. He'd managed to stay calm, and avoid injury, so that was good... but he felt like he'd been significantly less useful in this fight then everyone else. Even with the wolves at the festival, he hadn't done much. What is the point of him being here if he isn't useful?
He glances at Chara as she alights beside him, noticing her discomfort. Here he was worrying about whether or not he'd been useful enough, where she was likely grappling with ending a life. Swallowing, he turns his eyes to the fallen, wondering briefly why these two had attacked them in the first place. They were outnumbered, there really hadn't been any chance of them winning...had there? Perhaps they thought this group were untrained in combat and easy targets. ...well, either way it landed them in the dirt.
Hesitantly, he puts a hand on Chara's shoulder. He isn't really sure how to go about comforting her on this, as...well he hasn't actually killed anyone...that he knows of. He shivers at the thought, but quickly pushes it away. "D...don't think to hard about... them. I...I'll help Lenn take care of the bodies." It is the least he can do in this situation. Chara needn't further her discomfort by dragging away the body of the man she'd helped kill. He hesitates a moment, just to make sure that Chara is alright, then lets out a breath and tucks his dagger away before hesitantly moving to collect the one he'd thrown earlier. Once he's found it, he wipes it off on the grass before stowing it away with the others.
Then he moves towards the body of the savage Nikolai and Chara had ended, and stares awkwardly down at it. "Where...where do we want to take them?"
Nikolai says, "Let's drag them into the woods where they said their wounded companion was. And who knows? Maybe they have a campsite back in there with some items that they no longer have any need for..."
Chara just nods at Lucian's words... she doesn't trust herself to say anything else as she turns away to let Lucian and Nikolai deal with the corpses. She sits down on the cart, cradling Lydl and doing her best to forget what she just did. How will her Master feel about this? She hadn't wanted to kill those men, but they had attacked her friends. Was there anything else she could have done to prevent the bloodshed? She doesn't know.
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Dragging the bodies into the woods in the direction from which they came, you soon spot their camp, if you can call it that. A small smoldering fire; a leg of ???, gnawed and uncooked; two ragged bedrolls, infested with fleas; and a small fur bag, bulging with items. Inside you find 22 cp, 19 sp, and 15 electrum pieces, each stamped with the face of Count von Strahd. There are also 7 gemstones.
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Bran looks at the bedrolls and says:
- Let's not ... sit near that ... - and he moves the bedrolls away with the javelin - So, shall we rest a little? Lenn, you are still hurt. I'd say it's better you tend to those wounds before continuing. What do you say?
Looking at the coins and gemstones, he adds:
- We could sell the gemstones and save the money to improve our equipment little by little - mentioning this, he thought again of his house, wondering what he would find there. Not only, well, the ones that were most important for him. But in the specific point of equipment, he already needed to search for Sander's lute, and now that he thought of it ... could he even find the weapons he had got from his father? He hadn't used them in years, but if they were still there he would certainly make use of them now. - And who knows, perhaps one day we'll even be able to afford some healing potions!
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If I'm right, Lenn is at 13/20 HP. If we do rest and he uses a hit die, he could add another 1d6 to that healing because of the "Song of rest" bard feature. My vote is yes to short rest (but will do as everyone decides).
If my calculations are correct, the coins found are = 8,5g 9sp 22cp (I convert them to gold because I understand that coin better).
And regarding what I mention about weapons at Bran's home, that's because I still dream of finding the bard starting equipment he's missing someday ... dreaming is free! 😂
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Oh, well, Lenn's sheet reports 6/20... but maybe it's not up-to-date. Anyway, as you all prefer - Eithne does not need it because she has been lucky enough to avoid getting hit and what she expended (a rage) resets on long rests, not shorts. But it seem a good idea to arrive at the winery in good shape. By the way, as mentioned in-character, during our hour of short rest, Ichabod could scout the winery while invisible, so it would not be wasted time!
As far as calculations are concerned, if we like to think in gold and to do maths right now (cp = 1/100 gp - sp = 1/10 gp - electrum = 1/2 gp):
22 cp, 19 sp, and 15 electrum = 22/100 + 19/10 + 15/2 gp = 0,22 + 1,9 + 7,5 gp = 9,62 gp
so the equivalent value is 9 gp, 6 sp 2 cp
We are 7 so for each one: 9,62 / 7 = 1,37 (3cp left, not divisible for 7)
(OOC: 👍🏻👍🏻 to sending Ichabod to scout if possible. Bran won't really get much of the short rest, only a teeny tiny 1HP, but I still vote yes to short rest, specially if Lenn's low on HP)
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Nikolai is unharmed, and will keep watch while the others rest.
Chara needs the short rest since she used both her spell slots during the fight.
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Lucian doesn't take part in searching the camp, finding himself a little worn out after helping drag the corpses. When his comrades find the sack of coins and other objects, he catches the scent of silver and scrunches his nose. He's glad he hadn't helped search, even if the silver wasn't sharpened, the scent burned his nostrils and even holding it to long made his skin burn... almost like he had an allergic reaction to it. He was glad he hadn't found and stuck his hand in that bag.
"Yeah...L...Lets not stay here," he says in agreement with Bran. The place was both dirty and smelled horrid.
He made his way over to Chara, "You...doing alright?" He could use a short rest too, in spite of taking no damage, he was pretty worn out and he knew all to well that weariness would slow him down.
Eithne approaches Lucian and Chara and the look of her azure eyes is caring and worried: "Rest and recover your strength, my friends" she advises. "Perhaps these violent men ambushing along the road were the only reason for the winery's failure to deliver... but since we are in doubt, better to go prepared. I'll keep watch".
The savage stranger seems to want to add something, but she remains in awkward silence for a while, as she searches for words; finally he manages to say: "Don't... don't let yourself be too shaken by what we had to do to survive. We did what we had to. It would have been worse if these murderers had continued their work to the detriment of innocent wayfarers. My people..." she hesitates "and I don't want to talk about it now, but believe me, I mean a lot of people... they were slain by creatures whose hearts were no less black than these. It's... it's like with what Lenn told us earlier, at the inn. It is not wrong what we have been forced to do. It's Barovia that is wrong. For now. And it is for the dream of improving this state of things that we are here together".
'Oh, well, I know, I've never been very good with words...' thinks the last of the dusk elf maidens, having exhausted her consolation arguments, walking away to stand guard, with Juhowly next to her.
'You didn't say anything wrong, Eithne…' the Voices comfort her.
'The kids will learn! Had they experienced what we have experienced..."
'Really! That brute who laughed as he dropped me on that sharp stake, impaling both me and the child in my womb at once…'
The flood of gory memories that engulfs Eithne doesn't particularly lift her spirits, but it's nothing new for her. She doesn't even try to silence the voices - maybe they need to vent after all, don't they? And she… well, she, unlike them, is still there.
'But why? What was so different about me? Or what happened to me differently? Is it because I was a Velikov? Is it some kind of curse that has come upon me by reflex, because of what my sister did? I don't remember these details, I don't remember them... Ah, never mind. Perhaps one day these memories too will return - and when they do I might wish to forget them again! I am here. With the ability to avenge the Voices. And let them find peace. And to finally find peace myself as well'.
At this last dream, she glances briefly at Bran out of the corner of her eye... and for once, the word 'peace' doesn't inevitably sound like an end to her, but as a possible new beginning instead.