Dragon of Icespire Peak ***CLOSED***

A blaze of lightning engulfs Urzul as he pulls out his war axe, as a feral scream comes out of Tabesha'l's lips, halfway between a cry of pain and a shout of anger.

** Triggering the attack, she will push it to 2nd level slot if allowed, for an extra 10 **

Vaxis looks on in concern, but makes no move to stop his friend. She will need spiritual guidance, for sure, but for now...let her have her revenge. It will help with the healing.

Seeing Vaxis preoccupied with the orc, Connak returns to the basement and tries to do what he can for the poor tortured man.

Medicine: 19

Lightning surges forth from Tabesha’l’s staff arcing into the orc’s face, causing his entire body to convulse violently. After several seconds, the spell’s intensity fades until it recedes into nothingness and the orc falls prone, clearly dead from the experience. The immediate area is heavy with the scent of ozone and charred flesh.

Meanwhile, back at the cellar, Connak is able to stop the heavy bleeding of the tortured man and he assesses that he is not yet dead, but quite near to it.

Connak tries to reassure the man, "Sorry, best I can do.  The others will hopefully be here soon once they're done saving that orc's soul."

He then scans the room (active searching), looking for things of interest.

Perception: 11

Vaxis pats Tabesha'l comfortingly on the back.

"There will be time to mourn later, friend Tabesha'l. Come, let us find where Connak ran off to. It's best to pour ourselves into our work for now."

Vaxis then moves to find where Connak went.

Minsys can tell that something is going on between the too.  Some sort of loss Tabe has experienced at the hand of the orc.  He bends down and grabs his hand axe and puts it back on his belt and then takes a dagger and cuts the cord of ears off of the dead orc.  Pulling out a pouch he places them in there and grabs the battle axe to take with.  

Following the others he mutters the question, "that was the Raff Raff right?  Seems like it."

Tabesha'l's complexion is still of a deathly pallor as she finds herself kneeling next to the body of Urzul. Oblivious to the stench of burnt flesh and ozone still lingering in the air, she looks at the orc's face, its cruel lips still half-open in a mocking snarl even in death. Her eyes then wander to the tiny precious stone, left lying in the grass a feet or so away from the warband leader's remains. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she picks up Thranandiel and holds it in her palm; her eyes start to tear up for the briefest moment before she wipes them with the back of one hand, while the other clenches into a tight fist around the delicate-looking elven amulet that was once her heirloom and the pride of her House.

As her eyes stare into the distance, she knows with the utmost certainty that she can have no rest until she finds Duncan Dornedain. No matter the personal cost. She can't be sure what sort of a man she will find at the end of her quest... but finding his trail now, just at she'd almost abandoned any hope to ever hear from him again, seemed more than a coincidence.

The elven enchantress sighed and stood up wearily, readying herself for the challenges to come. Turning her back on the cadaver of Urzul, War Champion of the Iron Bone, she made her way towards the cellar after the others.

Connak glances around the darkened cellar, but sees only gardening tools and other random basement “hodgepodge.”

When the others arrive on scene, they find Connak trying to stop the bleeding of an unconscious, sixty-something male human.

Looking aggravated, "Nice of you to finally come.  Mind helping?"

Vaxis moves quickly.

"On it. Allow me to heal your wounds, friend."

(Casts Cure Wounds, 1st level. 9 healing to the victim)

Slowly the man begins to stir as his wounds quickly seal beneath Connak’s hands. A bit of color flows back into his weather-beaten, white-whiskered face.

”W-wha...ugh...” his weary head bobs up and eyes pop open wide with fright at first, but then slightly relax as he glimpses the face of a wood elf instead of an orc. Slowly, he begins to speak...out loud but to himself at first: ”Well, I know I ain’t dead, ‘cause Avernus ain’t in my basement...” then continues now seemingly addressing Connak directly: ”...but I’m guessing that hog-nosed bastard and his friends ARE dead since I’m lookin’ at you and not him...question is, whether I need to be more worried or less worried about that...”

The man lets his last comment hang in the air as if to give Connak an opening to respond.

Connak smirks, "The only thing you need to worry about now is Tabesha'l taking half an hour to say hello.  And if she decides to tell you her life story, then you'll wish you were in Avernus."

Minsys snorts and gives a small rumbling chuckle as he leans against the door frame.  He then says, "I don't know bout that.  I was promised food for helping to take out the Raff Raff."  

Connak does a 'look around' motion with his arms, "This is a farm. Go feast.  When you're stuffed, we can talk about regular work for regular meals."

"We are not with the orcs, and we are having come in peace", Vaxis says with a smile.

Minsys, stares back at Connak and gives a slight smile.  "It's a farm, there is food but it is not my food and," he nodds toward the injures farmer, "its his farm... not stealing," he says.

Connak looks at the man, "This half orc berzerker there fought the orcs hand to hand to help us defeat them.  All he wants is food in payment.  Do you mind?"

The older gentlemen attempts to crane his neck around to see the voices from behind him, but his bindings make it such that he can only make out shapes in his periphery. Looking back at Connak, he dead pans: “Son, if you would be so kind as to untie me, I’ll make breakfast for all of you....” he pauses a moment and then adds, “...that is, well, it is morning, isn’t it? Been down here so long, I’d started to lose track...”

As the man is being helped to separate himself from the chair, he asks to no one in particular, “You folks happen to notice if there’s any cows still alive out there? Or cow, I should say...I’ll kill every orc on the face of Toril if they laid one grey finger on my Petunia.”

Looking around the shelving of the basement, the party notices something strange: row upon row of small yellow skulls covered in a thin layer of wax.

Connak's eyebrows rise at the man's promise, "Well then, I'm tempted to give my condolences for your cow to send you off on such a worthy vendetta.  But honestly, I wasn't much worried about cows on the way here.  I think I saw some cows somewhere?"