The Exploits of Misfit Company

Kasha smiled at Alys as she made the gesture. Yvan was so lucky. She followed Alys to Courage.

"Is he dead?" she asked, wondering. "Do we have another opening again?"

"Naw." Alys couldn't help but chuckle softly from Kasha's questions. "Pretty sure he's fine. Seems hearty with all that good cooking." She'd jest. Then she'd smile and take Kasha's hand. "And since you're here!" She'd take advantage of the druid's presence and have her 'assist' her with tending to Courage's wounds. Alys would guide the Kasha's hands and have her magic flow through them. "Is there someone you're hoping could join?" The blonde would add with a gentle tilt of her head.

Cure wounds: 8 + 3

"Not really, no, but if he did die, that would be a world record for shortest membership. Khkhk." Kasha giggled, making the healing magic look like gumdrops.

After the fight Courage just had to find himself a stump to sit on an assess some of the damage. By the time Alys comes over, he's muttering and sometimes shaking his head at the more rent portions the armor. So, initially he doesn't even notice her walking around him until she went to lift up an arm. "I've taken worse." He said, smirking after recovering from the shock of contact. To both prove his point and aid in her tending, as it would be quite difficulty trying to apply anything while in the tin can, he presses something and whispers something in dwarvish.

Thin steams of heat hisses out from half-hidden ports in the armor, before section by section, it all shifts and shrinks until only a metallic collar bearing faintly glow runes remains hanging from his neck. True to Bixby's note, Courage was missing his left leg and right arm just above where the knee and elbow would respectively be for him. It's difficult to say quite what happened given the years of healing over that seemed to have taken place. But, its clear someone skill saw to the amputation. "I-..." He started as he'd begun shifting the undercloth and leather protection form his chest, only to hesitate at Kasha's questioning.

While initially put off by it, Alys response and Kasha's jest (or at least he'd take it as much) left a smile on his face. "Perhaps this world's record. But believe me, I've seen far shorter memberships." He chuckled. "But glad to hear there wasn't already a replacement waiting for me. Not sure my pride would've weathered that. Heheh.. Mind if we take a brief break? Could use the time to fix up my armor, and it'll be awhile before those critters cool enough for cooking. That is, if you lot don't mind trying the soup I mentioned. If not, I brought enough stock for the best damn soup and sandwhiches within 3 miles!" He proclaimed, throwing his one hand for emphasis, only to need in catching himself from toppling over.

Fortunately, an uninjured Souperb helps there, and then started jumping up and down excitedly at his side.

Imagery For the Curious:

With the Remorhaz's taken care of, Yvan stands there to breathe and let the spells that had been affecting him fade away. He hadn't realized Alys' presence until after his rage had ended, that familiar warmth enveloping him as indication. He'd look to her with a small smile and thank her when she offers the waterskin, taking a large gulp from it before handing it back to her, and thanking her again.

The barbarian would watch her off to do her normal rounds, though his gaze would eventually fall upon their new member, Courage. He took quite the blow from of the beasts but despite that, he was still standing and fighting alongside them. Not one to back down, even after a blow like that... Needless to say he was impressed at the others tenacity. 

At the suggestions of a rest, Yvan nods in agreement. "A rest is fine..." He then looks to the beasts. "And if you want help with the carving, I'll help."

During the rest, Yvan looks over the cooling down Remohaz's for anything salvageable to maybe upgrade his sword or make a new one (aka I want a fire sword sassy).

Investigation(?): 7

SR: 25

Yvan: You do not find anything salvageable in these Remorhaz bodies.

"Courage, are you all healed up and ready to go?"

Whenever Yvan delivers the report about the Remorhaz bodies, Courage bowed his head dejected for a moment, but then sighed and gave an accepting nod. "T'is what it is." He'd add, then turn to Vastra. "I was hoping to rest a spell and cook up something to help in recovery. But, if we be needing to move on quick, I can move on now. Armor aughta've had repaired itself enough by now." He admits, and depending on the answer either pulls out a flask, guzzling some rejuvenating fluid prior to reactivating/donning the armor.

Or... everyone is treated to a very special eggwhich sandwich! Using eggs and a side of soup Coruage happily claims to have materials that came straight from the Blessed Fields of Elysium. He then spins some yarn about having met the famous Chef named Guy, and their misadventures in the hunt for special ingredients. Most of which usually involved dodging the local beasts, wrestling the fauna, or scaling impossible heights just to reach the most heavenly tasting  ingredients.

Regardless of which comes about, Courage is good to go afterwards.

If able to SR:
----> Sr Healing(3): 32.
---->Plus SR Food: 4.

If unable to SR:
Cast (3rd level)Cure Wounds on self, restoring: 17 HP.
Expend Spell Refueling Charge(0/1): Regaining 3rd level spellslot.

A small snort would escape Alys' nose before she'd start to giggle along with Kasha's joke. Her eyes light up at the druid's healing gumdrops. She always had a playful flare to her magic.

The scholar was more intrigued by the artificer's craftsmanship and guilty of admiring the skilled medical work. Of course there was curiosity behind Courage's story, of how he came to be him. They all had their own history, and not without their own hardships. Alys couldn't imagine the emotions and healing that came along with his unique ones. Hearing the stammer, she'd simply offer a quick warm smile before backing away to provide Courage with his space. There was no intent on prying. She appreciated his tolerance with her noseying around and his continued enthusiasm without skipping much of a beat. The elf would offer him a nod in thanks.

When the others would take a short rest, Alys would tug Kasha along back and forth, in and out of the tree lines to frolic and play around in any of the flowers. She would keep an eye out for danger or any additional trail or tracks. The wizard may also take a couple refresher hits off her pipe while in the foliage. She was ready to go when everyone else was.

With your rest taken, you begin to climb the mountain. About an hour or two in, you hear the forlorn howl of a creature that you can't quite identify. 

Everyone make a Survival check.

Woof: 11

Courage's Back in my day...: 23. (Guidance included)

( ^ love it lol I expect a story now.)

Hookah caterpillar wisdom: 22 with a sprinkle of guidance?: 1

Memory jolt, roll the damn portents: 17 | 11

Kasha bursts out from a huge pile of leaves as Alys and her frolick with nature - screaming "Survival cheeeeecckkkk!"

Survival check: 16

*crawls up from the depths of hell to make a survival check*: 14

nice

Survival:13

Kasha, Alys, Bixby, Vastra: You all are able to see the signs of a blizzard brewing and you know that you should soon find shelter somewhere so that you can wait it out, as traveling through the blizzard will be impossible, if not suicidal.

"Look!" Kasha pointed and blurted out. "A Blizzard! Hopefully it's servers won't crash tonight when I get home. HkhKHKHK!"

She looked at Alys. "Ah? Ah?" she bobbed her eyebrows.

Alys snorts and winks at Kasha. "Was as smooth as butter on a warm day." She'd grin.

"Should we hunker down and cuddle the storm out?" The elf was already nodding approval to the idea, even if it was for her own enjoyment.

Courage grumbles something about "Prize money" and "Stupid Cool Spinning Gnolls" initially, before then piping up with, "Sounds good to me! Can't say I've come equipped to bust such a thing. Don't suppose none of you have any magics to create a shelter?" He called out with a hopeful look on his face. But if none were to be had any regard, he and Souperb together focus on finding any outcroppings or caves the group might yet take shelter in until the storm passes them by.

Perception: 21.

Yvan had been muddling through his mind, so much so he didn't notice any sign of a blizzard brewing until Kasha said something about it. He stops in his tracks and looks around, then shrugs, opting to believe her. He wasn't in the right headspace anyways. At the mention of creating a shelter, Yvan remembered one of the items Bixby had left for them. "Alys... I think that metal cube Bixby had did something... Right...? Should we try that?"

Alys would look up to Yvan, "Yes! We have at least two options." She'd hold up two fingers like a peace sign and smile. "Vastra or myself can cast a tiny hut, or, we can pop B's fort."