Pelo says to Wilberforce, "I have a calling from my God to fix things that are broken." He stops a passing doctor. "Who, among the dying, are of greatest benefit to the community? Think wisely; i can only save three. Also, know that war is coming."

The doctor, who was moving quickly between patient and patient, is peeved at the dwarf getting in his way. Quack faith healer, the doctor thinks to himself. But even empty effort can bring some comfort to the dying, he thinks, and says something offhand to get Pelo out of his way. "The hopeless cases are over there," he says, waving to several very grim looking bodies, some screaming out in pain and some too far gone to do even that. "No one's life is worth more than another's, you can give last rites to whomever you wish," he says, not giving much thought to Pelo's actually quite deadly serious question. With that the doctor pushes past to sterilize and sew up a bad puncture wound.

Meanwhile, Wilberforce looks around and does his best to assist where he can with non-magical aid and advice. (Medicine check to see how that is going.)

Pelo shrugs. The doctor’s dismissal is, no doubt, a factor of his stress and ignorance. He’ll just have to do his best. He looks over the “hopeless,” engaging in his own triage, looking for soldiers and magic-users first.

Investigation: 17

He chooses the 3 best candidates (to his mind) and casts Cure Wounds on each (healing for 6, 4, and 9 hp respectively)

Wilberforce is impressed with the healing spells that Pelo casts. He continues their conversation between treating his own patients. ‘That's some pretty powerful stuff you got there lad. So which God are you following then? Is it one of them new seeker gods?’

Wilberforce turns to one of the helpers and asks ‘Have you got a spare Herbalism kit lying around?’

Medicine 19 (game log)  

The field hospital goes silent as one after another mortal wound closes in mere seconds under Pelo's touch. An attendant, staring at the miracle worker, hands off her kit of herbs and ointments to Wilberforce, dumbfounded as everyone else. There is no question that Pelo has worked divine miracles, but such things are unheard of for centuries. As the shock wears off, the desperation sets in, and those with untreated wounds cry out for help: "Heal me!", "Help me, oh True-Cleric!", "I believe, I  believe! Whatever power you serve I believe, please save me!"

Wilberforce does his best to calm his patients and apply the ointments and herbs where appropriate to wounds. He  does a very good job of it, but obviously the power of mundane natural remedies is overshadowed by that of godly magic.

As they work, a militia guard rushes by, heading towards the Brass Crab...

At the Brass Crab, the militia guard bursts into the room. "We have a situation! A rider in red and black on horseback has arrived at the gate! She demands to speak with one who speaks for the village!" Becklin looks to the militia captain, who looks to the mayor, who looks to those of you that did not leave for the field hospital. "It looks like you won't have as far to go as we had thought," the mayor says grimly. She hands one of you a rolled parchment scroll, on which she has been writing a declaration of intent of neutrality.

The white-haired half-breed is about to step forward to accept the declaration of intent but then glances over at Calitynia, realizing the intent would probably seem more appropriate and sincere if delivered by a solamnic knight. "We will of course go there and do what we can to avoid bloodshed but I implore you to prepare any defenses you have as an army that waylays travellers is not likely to honour any agreements we may reach." Daryan says grimly to the mayor. "Maybe there are still elements of the mercenary company that are still loyal that may be called upon to help defend against any attacks."

Becklin floats an idea. "Vogler is a village of fishers and boat traders. If we can be bought enough time, it might be possible to evacuate the civilians down the river, to Kalaman. If you agree, Mayor, take Darrett to help with the preparations. The militia captain and I will coordinate with Cudgel and her remaining loyalists a plan to hold a potential invasion off as long as possible."

Daryan nods in agreement with the plan proposed by Lady Becklin, ready to meet with the rider waiting at the gate when the others are.

Calitynia gives Daryan a nod, then takes the rolled parchment from the mayor. "We will of course deliver this at once. And return promptly with any reply."

She looks to Ori, Shagrin, and the half-elf, "Are we prepared to move out?"

Ori nods solemnly to Cali - she is apprehensive but ready to go.

"Aye, lead on." says a grim faced Shagrin

Pelo listens with sincere sorrow to those crying out for help. He does his best to console the lost and their loved ones. He explains, “Reorx has seen fit to only give me some small power and I have already exhausted it today. But these men and women,” he gestures to the medical staff, “have trained for years to help and serve you. They know their work and many more of you will be saved today by their skills than by mine.” Turning to Wilberforce he says, “Let’s get to work. How can I help you here? I admit I know little of medicine.”

'Ahh Reorx the Great Grandfather, creator of the Kender. We used to have a statue of him in the village back in the day. No Cleric's, but we still had the statue as the little ones would play on it. I could see why you would choose him. Who better to worship than an old Kender' he says with a wink. He continues treating his patients and describing what he is doing. He uses the Herbalism kit to help prepare some herbs and apply them to wounds. After some thoughts he says 'I thought the Old Grandfather had gone with all the other old gods. Never heard of anyone worshipping him these days. You are a dab hand with medicine lad, but I can give you a little boost if you like.'

Wilberforce casts Guidance with these words on Pelo. As ever there are no flashes or anything grand as he casts the spell, just the general feeling of being temporarily beyond your best.

Wilberforce hears the sound of the rushing guard and looks to Pelo to see how he wants to proceed. 'There's work to do here lad, but it seems like something is up.'

The portion of the party that is heading for the gates from the Brass Crab passes by the village circle that is being used for field hospital; do the two groups want to link up at this point, or stay to their own tasks?

As the group passes the makeshift medical facilities Shagrin looks to see if he can see Wilber and Pelo.

Calitynia again gives a nod to the mayor as she heads towards the gate with the others. She does see Shagrin looking about as they pass the medical area, but she continues with a steady pace to deliver the message she carries.  

Pelo nods to Wilberforce. "These doctors seem to have the matter under control. Perhaps I'll be able to come back and help some more people tomorrow. But for now, let's see what is happening?"

The party regroups and heads north. Beneath the carvings of leaping fish etched into Vogler’s open wooden gate, a human in black-and-red scale mail sits astride an armored warhorse. She holds out a rolled parchment and calls out, “Who among you speaks for this village?”

The white-haired half-breed inclines his head to Calitynia, studying the rider, hoping to find out more about this army and who would command it.

Insight: 14

Daryan doesn't have a clue.