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Eline nods, accepting the coins and assists the militia in getting the cold dead bodies of the Ghouls onto the pyre.

Wolfsong catches the coins in one hand adding them to the rest in his pouch, "Looks like the rest of the spiders have gone into hiding, so stay on your toes they could be back at any time." Wolfsong rolls his shoulders then this next before turning to the moon elf, "Though you will have a good source of food while they are still around so you shouldn't go hungry. There anything else you can tell us about this place? Anything else we should be on the look out for?" 

"We barley opened the space before the first ghouls were encountered. I can get to the apothecary ingredients we saw. In the west wing. I am more concerned regarding the gravid ghouls. I had not expected those plague carriers to be numerous. Their may be a greater gravid ghoul here, somewhere.", the moon elf replies.

"We saw the upper floor fires from outside. We did not encounter the great arachnids previously. The meat will be used well. I assume you are a northerner given your line of thinking. The locals have misconceptions of eating many beasts."

"It was late when you arrived and is later still. We did see the flames from the upper floor. Guess that was the Spider encounter? Not faulting ya. I'd do the same. We can muster and garrison the portcullis and gauntlet. It'll keep us an exit if needed an' alert if more come up. We can give ya some rest at least.", says one of the dwarfs who was tending to the wounded.

((Sorry for the delay, thanks for your patience)).

As Robwin releases a blast of ice and cold at the ghouls, he’s mortified to see that in the heat of battle somehow the militia have dashed in front and got hit by the blast too…

He desperately tries to cut the blast short ((hence the super low damage roll maybe?!)). And as soon as he comes to his senses he skids on his knees over to those that were hit, floundering a bit as to know what to do…

He opens his mouth to say something, he reaches into his pack to retrieve something, but before he can do.. anything.. TT and the other people proficient in healing have descended on the casualties and are hard at work stabilising everyone!…

Robwin stands and backs away a step… a step more…

He’s vaguely aware of someone talking to him? Shouting? At him? And another voice. Defending him?… he hears none of this. He shakes his head and looks at his hands, still tinged with ice flakes and chokes, ‘huh?’, on his own breath as he realises it is still ice-mist in front of his face…

He drops the spell and shakes his head again, and takes another step back…

He’s in his own head.

Does Robwin respond to TT?

Does he bump into Cleaver?

Robwin blinks a bit, then shakes his head, trying to replay exactly what happened. Replaying things, in his mind, reminds him that TT is there asking if he’s okay…

”I’m… fine?… … Thank you.”

”How did I get between the ghouls and the militia??… Well I just… I ran, and lept over… off of… and then… I… flew? No!… … I just knew I needed to stop them…. I don’t really know how… what… It’s a blur!....”.

He tries to take a step backward and stumbles, full into his behind, on the floor. He sits panting, getting his breath back and to get his thoughts in order.

(( If nothing else is happening immediately, I will assume TT stays near Robwin until he stands on his own and the party converges in a space set aside for them by the Axeholm company. Militia are on watch. Is there any conversation within the group before a long rest? 

If something else is desired, let me know.  ))

Rinn doesn't have anything pressing he would want to talk about. He would just spend his time cleaning off his weapons and arrows.

(DM question - as a point of question, the soul of ghoul I killed with the Rakdos Riteknife would now be contained within the knife?)

(( Each ghoul specifically killed with the that dagger would count as a soul charge, yes. FYI - Doesn't work on most Skelton or Zombie, but Rinn doesn't know that. Whether or not Rinn understands the gain is at your discretion. He has the details from Robwin and the brief sermon from TT when he picked up the dagger. ))

(OOC - yeah cool. I just wanted to check as they were undead so not sure about the soul bit. I figure he would feel something as he kills something. & he only killed the one with the blade.)

((Would Robwin have a couple of hours to finish scribing fireball? Thanks))

Absolutely, Robwin studies. ((12))

Eline spends the downtime cleaning armor, preparing equipment and herself and in devotions. ((96))

TT does similar. ((85)) 

Rinn check ((81))

Everyone gets a long rest.

Though Eline seems restless. 

As you rise, what are your plans?

(OOC - Do we want to search the inside of the fortress a little more? Or head out? We kinda rushed through with the spiders & everything.)

((Yes, Robwin sees no harm in sweeping the place now the main threats are mostly gone and we have back up))

How are Rinn and Robwin approaching the subject?

What are they doing as they great the rising party and Axeholm crew?

After Robwin finished scribing fireball in his spell book last night, there’s an almost nervous-twitchiness about him this morning. He looks almost mischievously-guilty, or somehow worried he might ‘go off’ at any second, like some kind of volatile mixture.

He wakes and treads carefully around camp as he performs his normal morning rituals. He casts mage armor as soon as he’s up and properly dressed. This, in turn, triggers his Arcane Ward too, as layers of magical protection start to cocoon him, ready for the adventuring day.

He also sits for a few moments and ritually casts comprehend languages, just in case, and tries to remember to refresh it whenever they get a quiet moment later.

Anyone observing him might notice that he is being even more precise and thoughtful about his incantations this morning. Partly because he feels like a bottle of celebration-wine that’s all fizzed up, in danger of popping, but also because the last time he ‘popped’ he downed a number of the militia that had arrived to help them. And that’s even without this new knowledge burning and broiling inside him. 

It takes a little effort all morning not to let fireball manifest, and to him everything around looks tinder dry, like straw on a scorched day…

He doesn’t speak to anyone for fear of accidentally uttering the phrase that starts the avalanche of raw weave he has just learned. But he does walk about nodding politely to the militia and his friends, as if he’s preoccupied with some thought or other.

Eventually he manages, “We should sweep this place. I agree… Maybe let’s start on this floor and work our way back up?…”.

He will help initially by investigating this floor for anything of interest, any further dangers, or any areas or rooms that hadn’t explored the night before…

Investigation check (if needed): 17 

Rinn nods, "It would be worth making sure there isn't anything left behind that might endanger the workers. That fire may have cooked a number of spiders, but we don't know if there are any left or something else up there that survived the fire."