Akaas begins to chuckle as he regards the giant toad. Keeping his distance, he waves his staff at the giant beast. "Shoo! Shoo!" he says. He nudges the giant toad with the end of his staff, watching for any signs of aggression. "Go on, now. Be free."

Animal handling: 21

The giant toad's dead...

As Borg said..it croaked. Get it? KhKkk..

"IS AKAAS OK?" Crispy screams, still deaf to Borg. She was beat, and could barely turn her head to find out for herself. She she just yelled. "AND THE CARGO?" She slowly and painfully took some ointment and bandages from her pack and began disinfecting her shoulder bites and wrapping the wound, grimacing in pain. Then Borg handed her the healing potion, and said, "THANKS, B". She downed it, the pain throbbing in her head.

10

She breathes a sigh of relief as the wounds finally close, getting up and feeling more like herself again. "Wow, what the Hells. I thought we were all goners there for a moment. Is everyone alright? Ah! Akaas. I'm glad you're ok, old man. Who would help me with my crossbow if you died, or got..digested..or something." She turns to Borg, looking her over. "You're not even badly hurt? Sheesh, you're a beast." She says, admiring her. She at least tries to disinfect Borg's bite and bandage it up a bit - the least she could do since she gave her a potion.

OOC: Didn't remember that. OK!

Akaas slowly follows Borg around the wagon. "I am here," Akaas says, gingerly touching the healing places which had been burned.

After a moment, the ringing leaves the other peoples' ears and they can hear again.

Borg smiles to Crispy and Akaas. "I can take a few hits and keep on going. Thanks chick, can't bandage it myself." She looks to Akaas. "I think we stopped the one that took the box I put back in the cart. Though I think a few others may wish to rest after a bit, that was a tough fight. Are both of you doing better now?" 

"Better," Akaas breathes, "but a rest would be nice."

Chetin gives a sigh as he sheathes his weapon and take the bullywogs off and away from the cart. He will also call for his spiritual weapon to disappear. Once everyone is close enough, he will take a hold of his necklace and speak a prayer of healing

Healing for: 16

(The extra 4 is coming from the disciple of life.)

"Let's move just a little up ahead." Mr. Migello suggests, pointing a bit further ahead towards where a tall tree appears to be on a very small hill. "We should be able to cover ourselves better there." He then seems to realise something as he dismounts and hurries to the back of the cart. "AH! My carriage!" He says as he sees the forced entry of the bullywugs.

(I'm assuming someone grabbed the box.)

(Borg got the box)

Borg looks and sighs. "I apollagise sir, we tried to stop them from breaking anything but when the large toad attacked you, I had to save you over the cart." Borg says as her attitude becomes soilder like for a few seconds before she smiles. "We are the crimson fang, we do our best the cart can be repaired, your death can not be repaired out her in this swamp." 

The portly halfling clambers into the back, looking through the wares thoroughly as Borg is explaining. As he notices that one crate is missing, he rushes back to the opening, then seems suddenly relieved when Borg shows the box. "Oh, thank heavens." He says, taking the box off of her. "Nothing is missing... Well, the gate can be repaired when we get to town in a couple of days. For now, let's go and rest over there."

Headed over a minute away the group can go take their short rest. Chetin can utter his prayer (party regain 16 hit points), and may spend hit dice above that and regain any abilities recharged on a short rest.

(If you want to talk about anything during the rest, feel free to)

Hit Dice: 10

Borg takes a load off and rests for a little while, she rolls her shoulders and checks over her wounds.

Hit dice. 6

Akaas smiles at Borg. "I truly appreciate your sacrifice of using your potion of healing on this old halfling. I would like to repay you." The ancient monk extends an arm, offering his own potion of healing to the half-orc.

Borg smiles. "Thanks for the offer but you keep it old timer, you may need it before me and I have one left over, I bought two before I joined the saints. Just buy me a drink at a tavern and consider us even." 

While the group rests, Mr. Migello takes out a pack of fresh sandwiches he bought from the inn before leaving, passing some out to the others. "So, I'm not sure if everyone saw, but I'm pretty sure that frog man on the toad threw small fireballs."

Thanking him for the food, she plops down against a wheel, sleepily, and she says, "What, you've never seen frogs spew fireballs? To be honest, I didn't notice. Or hear."

"Yeah I didn't see the fire spit, was being jumped on by several of the smaller ones." Borg replies. "So how are people feeling? Everyones wounds healed up?" She asks looking to the group.

Short Rest: 3

Breathing a sigh of relief, she says, "Yeah, B. I'm good. That roughed me up a little bit. I like it rough, but, sheesh. Not from frogs." She takes a huge bite of her sandwhich. "An thankths for the assith in the fight. We make a good team." She looks at Akaas, swallowing her bite. "How you feeling, Methuselah?"

Akaas nods. "Feeling great. Let's get these treasures delivered."