Greyback Cause Fear Wisdom Save: 21 - the Greyback shakes itself, ridding itself from Lazarus's spell.

Ralnor's arrow sinks into the Greyback's side. It roars in pain and fury! Only one of Hush's attacks connect, though. 

Old Gray continues to furiously lob stones and fruits at the Greyback. Attack: 11 Damage: 3

The Greybackmoves left and down a tile, attempting to grapple Holden with its other claw. 
Holden - Claw Attack: 22 Damage: 4
Holden - Claw Attack: 22 Damage: 9
Hush - Bite Attack: 24 Damage: 11

Initiative Order:
Ralnor
Hush
Old Gray
Greyback 
Luxaene
Holden
Lazarus

Luxaene moves to get clearer view (S,6) before sending another arcane bolt towards the greyback!

Eldritch Blast
Ranged Spell Attack: 7 Damage: 12 (force)

Holden gives a grunt of pain as the claws draw blood across his chest, and he retaliates with a reckless greataxe attack, roaring with rage.

(Greataxe attack with advantage— attacks against him have advantage as well.)

Attack: 11 Damage: 7  

Hush goes limp in the greyback's grasp after it bites at him.

(OOC - are we still continuing this campaign, or do we wish to call it?)

Here we go again!

Luxaene's blast pummels the Greyback's ribcage. It releases a pained roar that slowly turns to a pathetic whimper. It lashes out, blocking Holden's blow in desperation. It is looking like it is on death's door. 

(Luxaene - moving to S6 from where you're at (T18) requires 65' of movement - each tile is 5'. Let me know where you want to go - either way, Eldritch Blast should be in range.)

Lazarus extends his palm, once more attempting to assault the overgrown bear's mind. Toll the Dead - damage: 10 - Greyback Wisdom save: 16

The Greyback's eyes widen in brutish, dumb fear as the ominous sound of a bell permeates the forest air. The life leaves its eyes - the Greyback slums backwards, limp and unmoving. The grip on Hush and Holden slowly relaxes. Old Grey hobbles up, winded and wheezed. The old Tiefling kneels next to Hush and hacks a few coughs, mushing a few leaves plucked from his basket together and administering some emergency first-aid, stabilizing Hush. Old Gray rises and lets out a satisfied breath. "Well, I'll thank you kindly. My old bones would've probably become food for the wild woods. Not that I'm complaining - such is the world. Come - my home offers a little more cover than camping would. While we walk, care to indulge me on why you've so serendipitously arrived?" he asks, golden sclera darting between the party members with a mixture of interest and delight at having someone to speak with.

Ralnor slips his bow over his shoulder and across his back. As he makes his way to where the Tiefling, Hush and Holden are gathered, he reclaims what arrows he can find from the bodies of the buzzers and then the Greyback.

He bows his head slightly and quickly to the Tiefling.

"You are the Old Gray?" Ralnor asks as he kneels down to help with Hush. "Your home is nearby? These should rest and then tell you why here."

"This brings relief to find you, Old Gray." Luxaene gives a kind smile and a small bow of her head to the offer of shelters, "Are any you not injured? I may be off help." Luxaene looks to her comrades.

Holden takes the next minute or two to take deep breaths and calm down from his rage. He stands still, his chest heaving while he grunts under his breath until, like he was taught, Holden returns his breathing and mind to normal.

He wipes the blood and gore from his axe, then wiping the sweat from his brow before plodding over to Old Gray and the group. He offers to carry Hush once stabilized, and after the group begins to walk, Holden takes up the rear in order to keep an eye out for danger. 

Old Gray chuckles as he walks, surprisingly spry for his age. "I'm old, yes, and quite gray, but I doubt my name has significant importance to be 'The' Old Gray." He whistles a quick tune before replying to Luxaene. "I'm uninjured, but the offer's appreciated. I definitely would have been had you not showed up - use your skills on the halfling." 

Old Gray leads you towards his tiny cabin nestled within the woods. Given the season for stealing honey and all sorts of berries from the grasps of Buzzers, a homemade mesh net woven from dried grass hangs over his windows, providing a greater sense of security in the rickety cabin from when you were there before. He busies himself with providing as much tea and homemade bread he had and insists on ushering it to the party. "It's the least an old hermit can do - offer a place of relative safety to rest," he comments, a genuine smile spread across cracked and missing teeth. "May I ask what you're up around these parts for? I can't say I've seen anyone around since you arrived last. Have you delivered the letter I sent?" 

Ralnor nods his thanks to Old Gray and accepts the tea and bread with both hands.

"Thank you for your hospitality," Ralnor says. "You know this group, yes?"

Ralnor gestures to the rest of the party.

"We are to make delivery near by, but letter we have for you first."

Ralnor looks to the others to provide the letter.

"And the Old Gray, have you heard of Juno? She is smith with the Morka."

Holden gratefully accepts tea, handling the small cup with surprising grace for his burly half-orc form. “Yes,” he says. “We did deliver the letter, um but... to Lazino’s daughter— Miko. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but according to those we talked with at the Morka, Lazino passed away several years ago. I’m um... sorry.” Holden adds weakly, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. 

He then nods to Ralnor. “And yes, Miko prepared a letter for you.” He adds, indicating to whoever was carrying the letter. “That may offer some... closure.”

(I think I got most of that correct. Let me know what might need to be fixed, but it’s just been awhile and I don’t want to misremember anything.)

(OOC - this link displays the current quests and objectives. Miko has penned a letter for both Juno and Old Grey. You were currently within the Zavas tribe, the most central-located tribe in the Wilderness. Juno - one of the three deliveries - is located within the Morka.)

The Old, Wizened Tiefling's expression breaks in acceptance. He waves a hand, takes a swig of his drink, reads the letter, and at last smiles. "Ah, I had expected that much. Don't feel bad - news is news when you've lived to as old an age as I have," he chuckles, stained teeth on display. "Yes - Ralnor, was it? This group found me within the woods. I don't know how to express my thanks - I assume Miko covered for your expenses, so I leave you with home-baked goods and a place to rest. I have heard of Juno, yes - in this letter. Miko speaks highly of her and I trust Miko's word fully." He releases a sigh and lights what seems to be a hand-carved pipe, placing a vibrant red leaf within. "The closure - and company - is appreciated. Have you any further plans besides keeping me entertained awhile? I wouldn't want to bog down your journeys with the tale of an old, likely senile Tiefling."

(OOC - Hush is stabilised, correct? Still unconscious, but stable?)

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(OOC - Hush is stabilised, correct? Still unconscious, but stable?)

 (He was stabilized post-combat - it’s fair to assume Hush would regain consciousness quite soon. I don’t usually bother being pedantic about time for play-by-post campaigns.

If the party would like to take a rest, short or long, you may take one as well.)

Ralnor nods to Old Gray and then looks over at Hush.

"If we stay long enough for Hush to get good rest," Ralnor says. "I think thanks enough."

He stretches his arms, and shoulders and then takes a little more tea and bread.

"Are Buzzer and Greyback here common?" Ralnor asks. "Perhaps set watch while rest?"

Holden gives a nod of agreement. “Yes, a rest here if able, Old Gray, would seem to be the best course of action. If that is alright with you of course.”

Old Gray swivels towards Ralnor with a curious look. "Where are you from? Greybacks have the same taste for the same berries I do this time of year." He proudly holds a bushel of bluish berries gathered through eyes puffed from a couple stings from Buzzers. Old Gray waves off any healing. "They all seem to be more aggressive lately, though. I don't pay too much mind. Mother nature expresses her feelings in mysterious ways. Even more strange are the interpretations of her signs," he chuckles. 

Feel free to take a Long Rest. Food in the form of root vegetables and homemade honey mead - not very high quality, but suitable for any needs - is provided, as are cramped lodging. The night passes without issue; it seems the Greyback roaming around this area has, for now, been defeated. 

Morning comes and you are free to take a Short Rest. Old Gray wakes you with rather undercooked pancakes made from homemade plantain flour and slightly old jam, simply happy to provide any information or engage in any conversation he can. 

Lazarus engages in his usual wizardly studies before deferring to the group's actions.

Where to? 

Ralnor examines the food cautiously but decides it's edible and politely eats everything that is offered.

"You have my thanks, Old Gray," Ralnor says with a small bow. "I have not here spent much time. I grow up near the Pakora."

He looks over at the others before turning back to Old Gray.

"You know this area, is there best way to Morka?" he asks. "A way with least trouble?"

Lazarus glances over his skin-bound spellbook, yet his head wasn't really in it. The recent fight had offered more risk than he could really stomach. Uncertainty began to creep up his spine- might he meet his death in this god-forsaken wood? 

He say after Ralnor, "Yes, and what do you know about the Morka? Anything we should watch out for when we do arrive?"