OOC: To clarify someone profienct in medicine.

To Nick they just look super dead.

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OOC: To clarify someone profienct in medicine.

To Nick they just look super dead.

OOC: Nicknack is Proficient in Medicine!! What are you saying?? :)

OOC: As a wizard, I didn't realize you'd choose to be proficient in medicine my friend, apologies.

Nick studies the bodies and they look to be about a week old.

OOC: Hermit Background Skill :) #notallwizards LOL

Nicknack frowns and looks closer, seeing whether they were killed by claws and teeth, or weapons, or magic.

Investigation: 11

Nick knows it is most definitely claws and teeth!

OOC: I try to not be presumptive, I'm an anthropologist after all but the backgrounds throw me EVER time sheesh... lol

"I think the longhouse would make the most sensible choice for our sleeping quarters, there are even some hunting traps we could set for any beasts that try and sneak up on us.  We need to get some food going and work out an order for the watch, make sure we have enough fuel to stay warm through the night and be ready to head out to the coast at first light tomorrow."

Hrain also takes the time to pray for the return of Vihar, dismissing him first if by some chance the horse is still alive and lost in the wilds or captured by the casters.

Casts Find Steed

At this point Father Pat comes back carrying various food items that he has discovered and says "don't reckon we'll need those traps Sir!"

Seeing the gnome investigate the copses with such technical qualification, Lyra suddenly speaks up. She does so without realizing it, judging from the surprised look at her face arising right after. Not having spoken for more than a day, her voice is a raspy staccato. "So, Master Gnome", there is a dry cough as she clears her throat, speaking seems to cost her a little effor,  "can you make sense of this somehow?"

"Great work Pat, how about we leave them out in case the beasts that sneak up are more interested in eating us? Better safe than sorry..."

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Seeing the gnome investigate the corpses with such technical qualification, Lyra suddenly speaks up. She does so without realizing it, judging from the surprised look at her face arising right after. Not having spoken for more than a day, her voice is a raspy staccato. "So, Master Gnome", there is a dry cough as she clears her throat, speaking seems to cost her a little effort,  "can you make sense of this somehow?"

Master Warnick Baergalnack continues his examination, poking at the bodies with his wand and hemming, hawing and hrmphing to himself as he studies the remains.

"Look here, Lady Lyra," he responds, not looking over his shoulder but gesturing with the wand towards particular wounds. "And here, and here - do you see how the flesh is rent and torn? I surmise that those ice trolls overran this supply post within the last week. Perhaps the party we encountered last night dispatched them and that troll they eliminated was fleeing their wrath."

The gnome sighs, then tucks his wand in his belt and glances up at the customarily silent sorceress. After a quick look, he turns away again, trying to rein in his overbearing personality a bit so as to make the human a little less uncomfortable with speaking to him - or anyone. "Little enough we can do for them at this point - perhaps Haldur and Hrain could move them to a more respectful location - Father Pat could say a few words over them."

The light has faded completely on the village and the party has assembled the camp for the night. Some finding bodies, some finding fuel, and some finding food stores. Together they come back to the longhouse and exchange their news.

As the group prepare for the night and sort the fuel for the fire Hrain suggests "leave a number of pieces of wood the length of an arm to the side but near the fire.  If more ice trolls come we can fight them and damage them but only fire will stop them regenerating everybody should be able to have both light and fire to defend themselves if the trolls come.  We don't want to be scrambling for wood in the middle of a battle."

     Folzi begins to prepare a fire with the wood that he managed to scavenge. He gives a nod to Hrain. "Aye aye, Captain," and he pulls a few logs back as requested. "So, did anyone find anything interesting out there? My knowledge of this village is that it has been used by a group of matriarchal, arctic elves. I haven't seen any icy, elf queen around here yet..."

Father Pat comes over and has a look at the bodies and places his fingertips together, whilst keeping his palms apart, to form an open triangle and looking a bit like the roof of a house. This is the symbol of Chauntea in her incarnation as the Goddess of the Crib, Hearth and Home. He says “these people were killed defending their homes, which the Goddess considers to be a blessed place!" He looks up to the sky and continues "no greater sacrifice can one make than to defend one’s home. Goddess welcome these people into your ams and forever embrace them for they fought the good fight doing no more than you ask of any of us – to defend our homes – and in so doing made paid the ultimate price!”

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     Folzi begins to prepare a fire with the wood that he managed to scavenge. He gives a nod to Hrain. "Aye aye, Captain," and he pulls a few logs back as requested. "So, did anyone find anything interesting out there? My knowledge of this village is that it has been used by a group of matriarchal, arctic elves. I haven't seen any icy, elf queen around here yet..."

"Lady Lyra and I found where the ice trolls made short work of the folk of this outpost. Tooth and claw were the order of the day." The little wizard sighs and finds a seat near the fire. Taking out his copper-leaved spellbook, he begins to study, running the tip of his ash wand over the runes as his lips soundlessly work out the complex utterances.

They party working together on a meal are able to make a good hearty meal for the group. Haldur and Father Pat offers to patrol the first watch getting up from the meal they head out.

OOC: First watch is Haldur/Pat, Second watch ? Third ?

    "Be careful out there, Hal." Folzi kicks his feet up as he continues to munch on his meal, taking moment to take advantage of not being chased by undead creatures or zealot chromatic sorcerers, or just not being locked up in that camp for a change. He watches the fighter exit the door and a shiver runs up his spine. "I've got a bad feeling about this." He washes down his last bite and tries to forget about it. "Whelp, I suppose I can take the next watch." 

"I will take the middle watch with you Folzi, I could do with some sleep now though." Despite this the Paladin-Captain stares after Haldur as he leaves for a while, then looks at Folzi, head tilted slightly "I know what you mean, although I don't know why..." he sits against the wall for a few minutes, eyes closed, head tilted upwards in silent prayer, it is a far more relaxed version of his holy communion than the others are accustomed to seeing. He then moves to a sleeping position nearer to the fire and falls asleep.

Lyra perks up after listening on Folzis foreboding. "I'll take the third one." she says with a hoarse croaking. She then moves back, leaning back against some wall in the back of the hall and waiting for the sleep to come and take her away.

Nicknack claps shut his spellbook, tucks away his wand, and yawns. "I will accompany Lyra on third watch, I think." Tugging a little blanket out of his pack, he tucks it under his chin and over his feet and soon he is softly snoring.