Herron pockets the map case, suprised to see it empty not often do folks carry empty containers for no reason. Slowly standing back up seeing the others focus on investigations as opposed to watching for additional enemies. "Well goblins are like bandits, we there are some, there are more about in another grouping. Keep you guard ups. That said, I'm getting the sense folks are thinking of going after thise tracks Clara's found. What should we do with the haul? I'm sure even Gundren prefers his life over his supplies. Anyone who comes acrossed these horses will look around and find the wagon if we hide it. Thoughts?"
Throg recovered his weapons and paused to lean heavily against the embankment, one hand pressed against the goblin arrow still lodged in his side. His breath came in short, irritated bursts, not from pain, but from the sting of being caught off guard.
Chretien approached. "You seem hurt as well, friend. There isn't much else I can do today, but I could certainly take care of that, if you'd like."
Throg gave a low grunt — not quite yes, not quite no — but didn’t stop the cleric. He leaned forward slightly, bracing his elbows on his knees to give the cleric room to work.
"They were waiting for us." The orc growled. "And I missed it."
He glanced toward where Clara and the others searched the underbrush, then back at Chretien.
"Next time, I’ll be ready." A pause, then quieter. "Thanks."
Ellora stands as the group announces what they found. Thankfully, it didn’t seem her hunch had been proven correct. She turns to Herron “Hmm… does anyone have any fire cantrips? We could just burn the corpses and hide the supplies in the woods.”
As the suggestion of going after going after Gundren came up, Ellora looked around at the rest of the group. They all seemed so capable and strong. So experienced and tough. Well she was all those things too.
“Throg, I can take point in case we run into trouble. It seems a good idea if we don’t just let one person take all the beating” she says, hefting her sword and shield, and giving the blade a little twirl, almost accidentally decapitating Magnus in the process. “Sorry…”
"We'll simply have to risk losing the supplies - rescuing Gundren is immeasurably more important." Clara insists with a fretful look on her face. "We can steer the wagon into the tree-line and pray it remains undisturbed."
She falters briefly as Ellora speaks. "Burning goblins and horses with cantrips? Dearest, I can conjure a bit of fire, but I'm not ready to give up the stage life to serve as a roving crematorium." She says sceptically but then shrugs, launching a barrage of flame into the nearest goblin corpse. "Take that, you little zit." Clara snaps, with venom in her voice.
After a minute or two, she takes a brief breather.
"Maybe while I give this a try, you can drag some of the other bodies into the forest. And those who took the brunt of the ambush take the time to recuperate. The oxen can probably drag the heavier stuff like the horse carcasses... Sound fair?"
Herron pockets the map case, suprised to see it empty not often do folks carry empty containers for no reason. Slowly standing back up seeing the others focus on investigations as opposed to watching for additional enemies. "Well goblins are like bandits, we there are some, there are more about in another grouping. Keep you guard ups. That said, I'm getting the sense folks are thinking of going after thise tracks Clara's found. What should we do with the haul? I'm sure even Gundren prefers his life over his supplies. Anyone who comes acrossed these horses will look around and find the wagon if we hide it. Thoughts?"
Throg gave a low grunt — not quite yes, not quite no — but didn’t stop the cleric. He leaned forward slightly, bracing his elbows on his knees to give the cleric room to work.
"They were waiting for us." The orc growled. "And I missed it."
He glanced toward where Clara and the others searched the underbrush, then back at Chretien.
"Next time, I’ll be ready." A pause, then quieter. "Thanks."
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"We'll simply have to risk losing the supplies - rescuing Gundren is immeasurably more important." Clara insists with a fretful look on her face. "We can steer the wagon into the tree-line and pray it remains undisturbed."
She falters briefly as Ellora speaks. "Burning goblins and horses with cantrips? Dearest, I can conjure a bit of fire, but I'm not ready to give up the stage life to serve as a roving crematorium." She says sceptically but then shrugs, launching a barrage of flame into the nearest goblin corpse. "Take that, you little zit." Clara snaps, with venom in her voice.
After a minute or two, she takes a brief breather.
"Maybe while I give this a try, you can drag some of the other bodies into the forest. And those who took the brunt of the ambush take the time to recuperate. The oxen can probably drag the heavier stuff like the horse carcasses... Sound fair?"