Dorno is relieved that more skulls are not being shattered, but still makes faces as Archie carves A's into people's faces.  Wanting to prove himself to the group Dorno puts on his best mean face, folds his arms, and goes and stands in front of the prisoners with Thurston.  "Yeah, and don't forget to say you're sorry!"

Thurston smiles back to Dorno as the bandits go away and pats his shoulder. 

"You see my friend... I am happy that we didn't have to kill them all after all. The fiendish infestation is a serious matter and we must end it without hesitation. " he says looking at the headless body. " The thing the gnome did... it was a just and necessary punishment. They are defeated and begging for their lives like babies, but we cannot forget that they were killing, kidnapping and robbing without mercy just a few days ago, and they were willing to do it again. Some kind of punishment and justice has to be served. " He puts his warhammer over his shoulder, resting it " In fact I would have been more severe but he did a good job. They will think twice to turn to robbery and murder again, and their faces will heal... Don't be sad, they will be fine... " he taps the firbolg again in the shoulder and says. "Come on now. Let's try to heal that one between you and I and ask him about the fiends and that Morrigan. We have a lot of work to do yet.. " he then  turns towards the rest of the party chuckling to himself " the ass or the face... heheh... hard to tell the diference... hehehe" 

With regard to Thurston’s comments, Dorno replies “ok shiny man.”  “That’s good.”  He seems a bit more at ease.

“Oh, yeah, I can wake him up.”  Dorno turns to see the eye wound. “Oh my, that’s bad.  One minute.”  Dorno pulls out a familiar salve and runs a generous portion on the caster’s head wound.  The firbolg makes disgusted faces at the eye wound and gets close to smell it.  He thinks for a second and then pulls out a piece of char cloth from his kit.  Still thinking, he keeps the wooden container of the salve handy, and pulls out his tinder kit.

“Shiny man, hold him down, if you please.  Cover the mouth, too, if you please.”

“He's going to be upset.”

Dorno lights the char cloth on fire and lets it smolder for a second, putting it on the ground. He bites his protruding tough once again, and looks at Thurston to indicate that he’s ready.  The firbolg puts his large hand on the man’s forehead and the other on the bolt.  Suddenly and swiftly, Dorno executes three things in a matter of seconds.  He yanks the bolt from the eye socket, stuffs a finger into his salve and puts a large glob of it in the eye socket by inserting half of his large finger, and then shoves the smoldering cloth over the eye, holding it down with his palm as the man, presumably, screams.  Dorno makes faces and wiggles his nose in response to the smell of it, and overall certainly looks as if he is not enjoying this particular healing ritual.

After holding the cloth down for about thirty seconds, charring his own hand a bit, Dorno removes his palm and shakes away the pain.  "There you go creepy magic man!"  He slaps the man on the shoulder as he rises up a bit.  He repeatedly slaps the man’s hand away any time he reaches for his eye.  “No” “No”  “No!” “Don’t touch, stupid!...please”

As the man wakes up, Vark pulls out the silver raven and holds it in front of him. “What is this? How does it work?”

While Dorno gets ready, Thurston rips off part of the own man robes and uses water to clean it the best he could. Then he uses the rest of the water to clean the scalp wound, then he takes the saclp back in place and bandage it with one of the cloth strips he just did and save the other for bandagin the eye wound and holds him down while Dorno does his ritual. 

"Wait a second my friend " says Thurston to Vark " I thik he need a second before he can answer our questions. " 

He turns towards the mage. " Do not misunderstand me, I am not being kind. I just want your mind to be up and ready to answer our questions. 

Archie stands ready with his crossbow ready and aimed,prepared to fire  if it looks like the captive begins to cast a spell.

The man coughs and sputters, now fully conscious after Dorno's treatment. He glares up at Vark with his one good eye and spits in the half orc's face.

Vark grimaces, and his hand erupts in arcs of lightning. Grabbing the man's shirt he yanks him up, letting the lightning dance across the bandit's skin but still not releasing the spell. "Answer the question."

Intimidation: 18

(if the man doesn't answer, Vark will release the spell and cast shocking grasp Attack: 7 Damage: 5)

The man laughs hysterically, embracing Vark and letting the lightning pour through him until he slumps forwards against the sorcerer, his torso smoking from electrical burns.

Vark drops the blackened corpse, looking a bit shell shocked. "I- I- I... I'm... sorry." he stammers before turning and walking off, heading back towards their camping location.

Dorno makes a funny face yet again as the caster passes out.  He pulls a bag out of herbs out of his kit, takes a pinch, stuffs it into the end of a small wooden pipe, and lights it up.  He puffs on it and puts the stinky, potent smoking herbs under the man's nose.  "This is more bad than the eye!"  Dorno seems amused despite the wretched odor forcing him to wrinkle his nose and turn away.  He resists the urge to gag at the stench of the burning concoction.  "Wake up Mr Bad Wizard Man!  I have lots of herbs in here for you!"

OOC . Medicine checks for dayzzzzzz.  That's the nice Dorno version of a more sinister "I can do this all day."

Archie goes over to Vark.  “Not your fault mate.  Someone like that hardly ever going to talk.  Not going to chose another life neither.  Bad through and through.  Some things you just need to put down and know the world will be better for it.” ... he goes over to Dorno.  “Not worth the efforts Bug Guy. I think it’s time we head to the camp and bring some order to things... make some money.”

Archie begins to trek towards the bandit camp

The man's eyes fly open with a sudden gasp as Dorno revives him. He looks around wildly, clearly wondering why he isn't dead.

"Now.. " says Thurston to the mad wizard " Let's start again. Let's start simple and easy. " he says " What's your name? Who are the Morrigan? " he waits for the mans answer before going to the next question. It doesn't matter if he doesn't answer or spits, or insults him, he just go on. Once he has finished, he just starts again and again, even if the man has answered correctly to one of the questions he just repeat them until he got a satisfactory and coherent answer to all of them in a row...  " Where is it? How many of you are inside the cave? Where is the elf prisioner? Is he dead? What is that raven figurine? How does it works? How many of you are in alligance with demons? " 

The man coughs and thick arterial blood drips down his chin. He's clearly not likely to survive much more. He glares up at Thurston from beneath dark brows.

"The Morrigan are the trinity of true power. My name is Trexar. Remember it, when the Morrigan destroy you."

With that he begins to chanting, but the for first time the words of the incantation are clearer.

"Min gha va san c'avar. Jak buug dpar lat. Del vor nej vo skator!"

( I get I do not recognize it but I am not going to listen anymore) 

With that Thurston smash the man's head with his warhammer. 

Thurston's hammer leaves a visible depression in the man's head and he falls dead to the ground.

"This is of no use" he says as he cleans his hammer. 

"Some of them are just thugs and the rest are fanatical turned into demon worshippers fo this trinity called Morrigan. " he finish cleaning his hammer and ask the others 

"What do we want to do with the rest?" 

Dorno looks a little shocked at the violence and then says nervously to Thurston, "I don't think I can fix that."  He picks up his medicinal items and turns away.  "Welllllll, not without magic from the Oak Father.  The Oak Father won't want me to help crazy, mean wizard man.  He helps good people."  Dorno goes over to an area of long grass away from the others just starts looking through it, occasionally picking off a bits of any buds, thistle or other potentially useful parts, tasting them, and shoving any palm fulls he collects into a large, loose pouch from his herbalism kit.

Bründir turns his crossbow to the two he had shown mercy to before, "Ye don' wan' t'end up like 'im, do ye?"