Fargim has gathered himself in this time and is ready. He picks up a hefty rock and mimics what he thinks a giant would look like throwing it.

"Yes, lets do that."

And he uses a bonus action to turn 2 sorcery points into a spell slot.

Diana seemed delightful, cheeks were glowing red. She burst out laughing.

- What a bloody massacre! Such an inspiration! - her eyes shed rare tears.

- Are we going now or let's take a long rest before we will spill even more orc blood?

Elrik narrows his eyes, watching Thane and Roccar and trying to gain insight on the conflict that exists between them. 

"Yes! Yes, indeed. Let the orc hunt continue."

"A solid plan depending upon their numbers. We will have to be swift in collecting the girls so we can take advantage of the orc's exposed flank to vanquish them."

Hox shakes off the water and joins the party, "Hox is...Hox do what told so Hox gets gold." Hox picks up his daggers and sheathes them. He seems a bit sluggish but is ready to follow Thane.

In the downtime before the party's departure, Elrik keeps an open eye on the belongings of the slain orcs. "I doubt there's anything of worth among this trash, but one never knows..."

Investigation: 18

After begrudgingly accepting the plan, an angry Roccar soon rides off with Old Poe and the remaining eight Reavers, but not before thanking each of you individually for your efforts in the battle, and Volthero for his compliments. 

Jarl stays behind with Thane, saying only, "I'll follow you. So long as we bring Abby and my Lucia home safe."

Thane mounts up, and without even looking back, replies, "If they're even still alive."

"If we are going to rest and regroup, we should do it in a more defensible location. Shall we do so, or press on to follow the orc trail? It could take a day or a tenday to find their camp."

While the discussion is taking place, Elrik searches through the carnage (34 orc and 31 worg corpses in total). These orcs were clearly outfitted for nothing but war, and have nothing of value on them. Elrik does find, however, enough miscellaneous bolts and arrows to refill everyone's quivers.

"Let us get started on their trail while it is fresh. Once it is closer to Sundown we can rest before resuming our quest."

"Agreed, Volthero. Let's press on now and rest later."

Travel is silent for the rest of the day as Thane sullenly leads the party in following orc tracks. By the time the sun sets, you have found a perfect clearing in which to set up camp.

The orcs must have spooked everything nearby as they came through the area, because the night passes peacefully, with nothing but the sounds of bugs to disturb you.

OOC: All characters have gained the benefits of a long rest. Please establish a marching order. Thane will be occupying the front rank. Others can track with Thane in the front rank, guard the rear in the back rank, or some other activity in the middle rank. Thane is an accomplished ranger and is able to forage for the whole group while traveling.

As we continue traveling, feel free to converse amongst each other and Thane. We will take some time for some free roleplaying opportunities before the story advances. 

Diana took her rightful place in the middle of a company.

As they marching across this wildlands she started to quietly whistle a motive.

Hox stays back at the rear. He's picking up some stones and sticks he likes.

Fargim pushes up to the front next to or right behind Thane and assists with foraging (Outlander feature Wanderer).

From time to time Fargim points out a footprint and asks Thane about how to interpret it.

Elrik hasn't crossed paths with many magic users in his young life as an adventurer, and now the dwarf suddenly finds himself surrounded by the curious world of bardic incantations, magical bloodlines, and pacts with beings from other worlds. He resists, for now at least, the urge to probe his fellow party members about their magical abilities, but all that Elrik saw in this first battle has left him deeply intrigued. 

Elrik opts, instead, to move toward the front of the group and learn more about Fargim's giant heritage. "Any idea, Fargim, about what sort of giant you might be?"

Volthero sticks toward the rear,  glancing behind the group and keeping track of Hox as he gathers, making sure he doesn't get left behind.

He nods his head with the rhythm of the marching song. Even with a different tune the song fits and sets his mind at ease.

Fargim gets really excited about the topic of himself. "I think I might be a stone giant. I look like a stone too.. see?" And at the next larger rock he scoots up to it and hides (stealth check 14). He stands up and comes back, bringing with him two medium sized rocks, both about 4-5 pounds. "How far can you throw one, Elrik? Try"

"Ah, a stone giant, you say? Interesting. With your disposition for using magic, I thought maybe you were a cloud or a storm." Elrik watches Fargim as he attempts to blend in with the rock. "Well, you do have a point there, lad. Very stone-like indeed." 

The dwarf takes hold of the rock, looks for a clear throwing lane, and lets it fly. (Athletics: 16)

"No match for a giant's throw, I imagine. Give it a go, Fargim." 

"Maybe you are right. I can manipulate air and water as well as earth. I'm pretty good at throwing rocks though!"

Fargim takes the other rock, aims at a tree about 60ft away and with an audible "NGHHHAAA" chuks it at the tree (possibly unknowingly also casting Catapult and doing 19 damage to the tree).

Elrik admires Fargim's perfectly aimed shot and the powerful impact the rock makes upon striking the tree. He then narrows his eyes and studies the little stone giant. "Well....that tree didn't stand a chance, did it?"

Inwardly, however, Elrik wonders if there wasn't just a wee bit o' sorcery at work in Fargim's throw.