As Marion reaches the lifeless forms of Ottaker and the cart hands she comes to a halt with a look of sadness on her face. She pauses for a moment and declines her head in a nod, briefly whispering “May the next life bring you peace.” as she does so.
Looking up she opens her senses to see if any evil presence still lurks nearby despite appearances.
(She uses Divine Sense, I can’t figure out how to link class abilities just now sorry!)
You hear and see no further signs of the orbs. As Marion's divine sense reaches out, she gets a faint glimmer of undead power away on the right side of the road, but it quickly fades, passing out of her range. The rain falls, the thunder continues. The second and last cart of the caravan rolls around the remains of the first. One of the cart hands looks down on the bodies.
"A shame. I'm Dwarin. New owner of the caravan by contract. You lot better step it if you want to make it to Dalben. It should be just over that rise." He gestures to a nearby ridgeline, following the direction of the road. "Well, see you there!" And with that, the cart lurches forward, horses whinnying at the side of the smashed cart, but soon quieting in their efforts to move faster.
As the others begin to depart Marion can’t bear to leave the bodies alone in the storm and go with them. She shouts to the others “Won’t you help me carry their bodies? We cannot leave these poor souls like this.” Without looking to see if the others will aid or not she searches the wreckage for wood and rope to create a makeshift stretcher to bind and pull the bodies with.
As she finishes binding the bodies to the stretcher, after making sure their eyes are closed and to cover them with whatever material is to hand, she nods in thanks towards the Half-Orc who had returned to assist her. “Thank you, they did nought to earn this fate and deserve a proper burial.” With that she heft’s her side of the stretcher up with the ease and grace of someone who is well versed in exactly such a task.
"What in the Nine Hells is the matter now? " Ghengis groans, stomping back. After sizing up the situation he ties the stretcher to Kahn and gives him a gentle shove. The contraption is jostled a bit but remains relatively unharmed.
As the two of you scavenge enough supplies to pile the bodies on a makeshift sled, Dajur rifles through their pockets, finding only a handful (8) copper coins in total. With that, they set off up the road, the rest of the caravan already approaching the village.
As the caravan approaches the village, you notice a ring of run down, partially destroyed houses on the edge all around the edges. As you pass through, peering through the heavy rain, you make out small rats scuttling freely through broken doorways. Moving towards the center of town, you notice that the houses seem to be in better repair, with lights still shining through small windows in the thick walls. Next to the town well, right in the middle of the village, you see a familiar sight - an inn. A creaky wooden sign, a small tower sigil. hangs above an invitingly strong-looking door with a wooden sign nailed to the front: "ALWAYS OPEN!"
The caravaneers move off to a clean stable by the side of the inn, detaching the horses and safely storing them within. Firelight positively gushes from the small windows of the inn, a welcome and much-needed promise of warmth inside.
Marion, Dajur and Ghengis are about ten minutes behind towing the three bodies in their makeshift sled.
"Why in the Nine Hells are we bothering with these corpses when we could be sitting in front of a blazing fire with mugs of warm mead in our hands? " Ghengis grumbles as he drags the makeshift stretcher. "The dead are dead, and as far as I'm concerned they remain dead."
He'd slowed his pace to keep stay with the others but didn't offer to help.
"Agreed, these are just empty husks, everything that mattered is gone, unless you plan on raising them? I believe that is beyond all our abilities. Lets see if we can get a drink and meal."
Their kin may want proof or mementos. My people didn't but some herds would keep a finger bone or canine from a fallen warrior for jewelry if he died well.
Looking to the Dwarf and the Half-Elf she says softly “You should respect the dead, for one day you will find yourself amongst them. But I agree, we still must tend to the needs of the living. Go find warmth and a full belly, I shall join you shortly after I search for a temple here....if you will have me by your sides this eve that is.”
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Ghengis kicks a pebble unfortunate enough to have fallen in his path, launching it into the darkness. "Damn it, now you're looking for a temple? We better be getting a divine reward for our efforts." The gruff dwarf makes no moves toward the inviting inn. "You damned humans always have to be the heroic ones." He mutters, dragging the stretcher towards the center of town and keeping an eye out for a temple.
Through the thick rain and evening darkness, the town is hard to navigate and you don't yet see anything that looks quite like a temple complex. As you wander into the town, a figure approaches you from a side alley, wearing a wet poncho and carrying a long spear. "Eh, who! Who's that there! Show yourself! Lem! Lem get over here!" The ponchoed individual levels his spear at you all while shouting over his shoulder. he keeps his distance, about fifteen feet away from Ghengis as he tugs the sled.
Standing so that the heraldry on her tabard and shield, which is strapped across her back, is in full view Marion speaks: "I am Marion Sithiche, Knight of the Order of Mystra, and we have just arrived here with the latest caravan. Unfortunately it was attacked and these poor souls did not make it, thus we seek a temple or church so that they might pass from this life with the dignity that they deserve."
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Perception 16
Dajur looks to the body and wreckage, a snarl on his lip looking over the scene and watching for the foe.
Marion
As Marion reaches the lifeless forms of Ottaker and the cart hands she comes to a halt with a look of sadness on her face. She pauses for a moment and declines her head in a nod, briefly whispering “May the next life bring you peace.” as she does so.
Looking up she opens her senses to see if any evil presence still lurks nearby despite appearances.
(She uses Divine Sense, I can’t figure out how to link class abilities just now sorry!)
Ghengis returns to the location where he last heard the laughter and peers into the underbrush.
Perception: 4
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
You hear and see no further signs of the orbs. As Marion's divine sense reaches out, she gets a faint glimmer of undead power away on the right side of the road, but it quickly fades, passing out of her range. The rain falls, the thunder continues. The second and last cart of the caravan rolls around the remains of the first. One of the cart hands looks down on the bodies.
"A shame. I'm Dwarin. New owner of the caravan by contract. You lot better step it if you want to make it to Dalben. It should be just over that rise." He gestures to a nearby ridgeline, following the direction of the road. "Well, see you there!" And with that, the cart lurches forward, horses whinnying at the side of the smashed cart, but soon quieting in their efforts to move faster.
Bristen
"That sounds like good advice friend, a hot meal and a fire would make this night a bit less horiffic."
And he'll take of towards the town.
Ghengis snorts in frustration at losing his prey but follows the caravan, leading Khan, his steppe pony, by his bridle.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Dajur looks at the bodies again before heading off with the caravan.
Marion
As the others begin to depart Marion can’t bear to leave the bodies alone in the storm and go with them. She shouts to the others “Won’t you help me carry their bodies? We cannot leave these poor souls like this.” Without looking to see if the others will aid or not she searches the wreckage for wood and rope to create a makeshift stretcher to bind and pull the bodies with.
Dajur will take a side of the stretcher and help pull bodies.
*investigation as requested 12 *
Marion
As she finishes binding the bodies to the stretcher, after making sure their eyes are closed and to cover them with whatever material is to hand, she nods in thanks towards the Half-Orc who had returned to assist her. “Thank you, they did nought to earn this fate and deserve a proper burial.” With that she heft’s her side of the stretcher up with the ease and grace of someone who is well versed in exactly such a task.
"What in the Nine Hells is the matter now? " Ghengis groans, stomping back. After sizing up the situation he ties the stretcher to Kahn and gives him a gentle shove. The contraption is jostled a bit but remains relatively unharmed.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
As the two of you scavenge enough supplies to pile the bodies on a makeshift sled, Dajur rifles through their pockets, finding only a handful (8) copper coins in total. With that, they set off up the road, the rest of the caravan already approaching the village.
As the caravan approaches the village, you notice a ring of run down, partially destroyed houses on the edge all around the edges. As you pass through, peering through the heavy rain, you make out small rats scuttling freely through broken doorways. Moving towards the center of town, you notice that the houses seem to be in better repair, with lights still shining through small windows in the thick walls. Next to the town well, right in the middle of the village, you see a familiar sight - an inn. A creaky wooden sign, a small tower sigil. hangs above an invitingly strong-looking door with a wooden sign nailed to the front: "ALWAYS OPEN!"
The caravaneers move off to a clean stable by the side of the inn, detaching the horses and safely storing them within. Firelight positively gushes from the small windows of the inn, a welcome and much-needed promise of warmth inside.
Marion, Dajur and Ghengis are about ten minutes behind towing the three bodies in their makeshift sled.
"Why in the Nine Hells are we bothering with these corpses when we could be sitting in front of a blazing fire with mugs of warm mead in our hands? " Ghengis grumbles as he drags the makeshift stretcher. "The dead are dead, and as far as I'm concerned they remain dead."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Bristen
He'd slowed his pace to keep stay with the others but didn't offer to help.
"Agreed, these are just empty husks, everything that mattered is gone, unless you plan on raising them? I believe that is beyond all our abilities. Lets see if we can get a drink and meal."
Their kin may want proof or mementos. My people didn't but some herds would keep a finger bone or canine from a fallen warrior for jewelry if he died well.
Marion
Looking to the Dwarf and the Half-Elf she says softly “You should respect the dead, for one day you will find yourself amongst them. But I agree, we still must tend to the needs of the living. Go find warmth and a full belly, I shall join you shortly after I search for a temple here....if you will have me by your sides this eve that is.”
Ghengis kicks a pebble unfortunate enough to have fallen in his path, launching it into the darkness. "Damn it, now you're looking for a temple? We better be getting a divine reward for our efforts." The gruff dwarf makes no moves toward the inviting inn. "You damned humans always have to be the heroic ones." He mutters, dragging the stretcher towards the center of town and keeping an eye out for a temple.
Perception: 20
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Bristen
He flashes a winning smile at Marion, "I'll save you a seat friend"
Through the thick rain and evening darkness, the town is hard to navigate and you don't yet see anything that looks quite like a temple complex. As you wander into the town, a figure approaches you from a side alley, wearing a wet poncho and carrying a long spear. "Eh, who! Who's that there! Show yourself! Lem! Lem get over here!" The ponchoed individual levels his spear at you all while shouting over his shoulder. he keeps his distance, about fifteen feet away from Ghengis as he tugs the sled.
Marion
Standing so that the heraldry on her tabard and shield, which is strapped across her back, is in full view Marion speaks: "I am Marion Sithiche, Knight of the Order of Mystra, and we have just arrived here with the latest caravan. Unfortunately it was attacked and these poor souls did not make it, thus we seek a temple or church so that they might pass from this life with the dignity that they deserve."