Before Kleric ends the fiends life, Natasha turns away from the scene and observes the roaring fires that would in few minutes time level this whole town to the ground. The thought put a frown on her face, remembering just how similar it was to the day she and her sister were orphaned. These poor people... She thought, glancing at the now many homeless people. She would see her comrades go about and attempt putting out the fires but she knew it was no use; this place was no more.

Her frown was soon replaced with a sheepish smile after being pulled into yet another side hug from the paladin having already braced herself for the kiss on the cheek, but was completely thrown off at Misha's wandering hand. She sputtered something, not even knowing herself what the Hell's she was trying to say, and promptly covered her face with her hands at Jill's comment, not having been able to see Misha's sly smirk as the redhead walked off. Esta mujer me va a volver loca.

Natasha had calmed down as they made their way to the river, focusing mainly on getting the townsfolk to safety. She tried to ignore the pestering memory of her and her sister holding hands, young and terribly afraid as they walked away from the place they called home, similar to these people now. Nadia and I were able to move past all this, so will they, she assured herself, I have to write to her, I miss her.

Noticing how the rest of her team was retiring for the night, the ranger stood there awkwardly and took note of everyone's location before deciding that she should do the same, but where? Her legs were quick in answering her as they directed her to where Misha had been setting up. Thanks, legs.

"Do you, um, need any help?"

"Yes, leetle Sunflower, come." Misha pat the ground next to her. "Noticed you were lost in thinking for a moment, looking at fire." She looked at you for a moment longer before she spoke again. "Is like you have story to tell. Perhaps fire bring back memory? Have seen look like this before. Something on mind?"

Misha set down her hammer and shield. She took out a clean rag from her pack and began to wipe her face, her shoulders, her arms. She had worked up a little sweat and had ash on her, and wanted to clean up a bit. 

"If no want to share, is ok." She quickly added, taking out a small bottle of some sort of clear oil. She put a little on her hands and rubbed them slowly together. "I don't sleep much. Only just enough nessesary. If you have sleepy, is ok. We can talk later." she smiled, working the oil up on to her forearms and elbows. "I can spend time instead keeping skin conditioned - gets rough sometimes when fight, different weather."

"O-oh, sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry or anything, haha," Natasha blushes a bit as she makes herself comfortable next to Misha on the ground. "If anything I was just thinking about my sister. We lost our parents to something similar, well..." She pauses to watch the paladin wipe herself down. Dios mios. "Uh, hm... Not a fiend, just... Bad people with nothing better to do, I guess..." She trails off, forgetting what she was talking about. Mira esos brazos. "Uhh..." She watches Misha's hands work the oil into her skin. Eso es bueno, muy bueno...

((This campaign is two parts DnD and one part Fifty Shades of Grey lol))

Misha looked at Tasha as her train of thought rapidly derailed. She smiled adoringly at her and picked up the pieces of the conversation.

"Where I am from, very hot. While raised all my life there, going to other places can sometimes make skin rough, crack, blemish. Plus helps with scarring. Very interesting oil, from Acheron. I usually do this after morning exercise, but thinking might be better when sun not out. This sun not so harsh, is gentle. Acheron have no sun, it's plane, different place in universe." She starts to gloss her upper arms and shoulders.

"Here. Feel. Skin soft, now, no?" She offered her arm for you to verify.

((Haha you got it right!))

“No soy digno.” Natasha says with an almost dream like look about her, admiring that sheen, her hands and those strong biceps... But then stops dead in her tracks realizing what the **** she was thinking about. “Uhh... N-no thanks, um, maybe next time? We should probably sleep...” The ranger gets up, takes one last thirsty look at Misha, then goes off to die sleep in a ditch somewhere.

Misha smiled and shrugged, continued until she was finished, making sure to get her stomach and legs. She watched Tasha roll away off into a ditch somewhere and shook her head a bit in hunorous confusion.

She got comfortable on the ground, put her hands at the back of her head, and looked up at the night sky and smiled. The star formations were beautiful here, in different patterns than what she studied back home. Here they were very close together, and formed beautiful patterns in the sky, and she could even see some with different colors. She got lost in its beauty, and became very relaxed.

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((This campaign is two parts DnD and one part Fifty Shades of Grey lol))

(XD)

You rise with the sun, as does the rest of the camp. The refugees engage in a variety of activities, and everyone, from the smallest child to the eldest grandmother, is lending a hand. A large pot of oatmeal boils over an open fire, temporary shelters are being built from branches, blankets, and charred wood, those who suffered injuries in the fire are being tended to, and an expedition is being organized to return to Cheesemill and scavenge what they can from the smoldering remains of the hamlet. 

Jill wakes up, still hungover and pulls down her hood in order to keep the sun out of her eyes. After stuffing down some oatmeal, she walks over to Misha and Natasha. "They are going down to the village to try and salvage what they can. Maybe your armor might be able to be saved."

Natasha woke up with a pain in her neck, having been rubbing at it since the morning to try to assuage the throbbing sensation it caused. “Stupid ditch,” She grumbled. The ranger had limited herself to one bowl of oatmeal, and had been in the process of eating when Jill had approached the pair. Her ears perked up.

”It is a possibility. As much as I like wearing my shorts, I much prefer my leathers in a fight like last night.” In a second she shoveled down the meal, brushed herself off and picked up her bow and quiver. “I’m ready when you all are!”

Misha woke up with a mighty yawn. She stretched out and took careful steps to make sure everything bodywise was functioning, limber, and blood was flowing everywhere. She looked around for some heavy things to lift to do her daily exercises but didnt find anything heavy enough and pouted, quickly recovering remembering the situation the poor little people were in. She found a water source and fixed her hair and washed her face. She approached Natasha and Jill and began to eat. 

”Such a beautiful day for conquest and glory, my comrades. If possible, if Bane will it to be so, could find armor! Have to admit, much easier to fight wearing nothing but simple half tunic and shorts, ya, but prefer to be protected during battle.”

((Due to the nature of the Disguise Self spell it only lasts an hour, so Oni got 6 hours of sleep and as soon as he woke up he casted it on himself. He slept secluded from others with his hood over his head but do with that as you please DM)) Oni sleeps well on the ground and it feels familiar to him. He gets up a couple hours early and sits up looking over the group and the town. I feel like I’m doing good here. For the first time my actions might make a positive change, though it’s possible we are the reason this town is ashes. Two tasks I’ve failed now but I don’t feel like a failure. Oni waits until the group wakes up and walks over to them. ”What’s the plan after retrieving your armor? Do we have anything important to do or are we just wandering?”

"The villagers are going back to try and salvage what they can. We are going to see if we can't do the same for Natasha and Misha."

“Ya, in haste last night, did not have time to prepare, left armor in room at inn. Ran outside in haste. Same with Tasha. Perhaps is still there, look for it while helping little people with salvage.”

Grum is awoken by the sounds of his friends' conversation discussing going back to the town to scavenge for anything salvageable.  

"We should give the mayor the note we have for him before we go.  I can't imagine it'll be particularly urgent or relevant to him at this point, but perhaps he has some things he'd like salvaging if possible?  After last night, I feel like we should chat to him briefly?"

”Sounds like a plan,” Oni says as he starts walking towards the village. He will head towards the town hall to see if he can salvage anything. He will also search around and try to find a building that looks like it held valuables or important items.

Investigation: 11

Jill goes to where the inn once stood and begins digging through the rubble in search of the sets of armor that her friends lost.

Perception: 5

”Here, girl.” Misha said as she walked with Jill to the inn, looking in the rubble. “I help. Looks like thees!” Misha describes her armor and HELPS Jill find it, along with Natashas.

(Roll again with advantage, my perception is hot garbage.)

As they travel back to the remains of the town, Grum keeps an eye out for the mayor. If he sees the mayor, he'll approach him as they walk.