James wakes with a groan.

"Aaahhhh, my head, aahh, what happened?"

James holds his head in his hands, before remembering, and looking up.

"The fight! Did we win? There were tigers and someone was using magic!"

"That was no simple moose, with help like that, no wonder it has been killing people!"

At Gilgin's question, James replies.

"I'm not feeling so good, but I can push on, I mean I have to, we can't stay here."

James has some food, before heading outside and going through some stretches and basic exercise, to help restore a little vigour to his body.

Hifu looks to James and mimics Nimsey’s children.  “Wakey, wakey, eggs and baky!”  He smiles at him and gives him a big hug.  “Thought we lost you back there.  They ran away but we need to track them, I marked their tracks.  We need to finish the job..”. 

Nyx says, "I'm glad you two are back up. I could stabilize you, but I couldn't possibly move you. I've never felt so helpless before."

She studies the prints left by the moose.

Does it look like the druid and the moose left in the same direction / together?

You only see the moose trackd, there are no tracks of the druid that you can see.

We gather and split up the supplies from poor Boga and leave him on the igloo, will bring him back to town later.  Hifu trudges out and begins to follow the moose tracks, urging everyone along.  “We came close guys, but we have to finish the job.  For Boga!”  He hoists a javelin high, and draws a salute in the air.  “And for you, you ice storm spawning, giggling little tree hugging Druid ****er, we are coming for you.”  He grits his dragon teeth and breathes sparks out of his nose.

Gilgin gathers together all of Bogas metal equipment. “One second Hifu.... this is no place to leave poor Boga. We can’t leave him here to get eaten or destroyed by the weather. I can make a container for us to carry him with us if you would give me an hour?”

(Kravek 1hd healing on short rest 10)

The tracks from the moose lead north. Are you guys up for the journey? A lot of you got hurt. 

He looks at Boga. We should do right by Boga, but if we intend to follow the moose he would slow us down. 

Hifu says to both of them “Is there a way that we can protect and preserve his body and come to retrieve it after we handle the Moose?  I don’t want us to loose the tracks..”

"Hold on Hifu, are we sure we can take these foes?"

James looks at Gilgin before looking around at all of his friends.

"I mean, from your own accounts, me and Gilgin almost didn't make it."

"Maybe we are going to need more help to take on an enemy of this strength."

James looks to Gilgin and Kravek.

"And I agree we shouldn't just leave Boga to the wilds and I'm not sure if we did leave his body, we would be able to find our way back here."

James looks around the group again, making eye contact with everyone.

"Are we sure we want to continue hunting for these foes as we are right now?"

Gilgin scratches his head. “I could craft a metal box? Then we could leave him here in it and come back for it at some point? I’ve heard some clergymen have prayers te find lost objects. I’m sure I could figure it out.” He shrugs. 

“On hunting these foul tree huggers, hugger? It was just one right? I hear they hate metal, so lets see how they like the taste of my hammer! They killed our Boga.... this.... this is personal now.”

“Ok, that sounds good Gilgin, if you can do that, I would feel better as well.  But I do feel we should go after them.  This town is looking to us to solve this, I don’t know of anyone else to help us.  The only thought I had was of some healing potions.”  He looks down at Boga.  “Too late.”  

Nyx looks over the stuff Boga had and the goggles look interesting. Are these just ski mask type thing or something different?

They look old and used and you have seen those types before, people use them in snow or sand storms to help a little bit with seeing stuff.

Gilgin starts to hammer together pieces of metal to make a box for Boga. “Does anyone have a padlock?” He asks, wondering wether or not to put the effort in to make a latch they could use one on.

"If you can make a latch at least we can drive a piece of wood in to seal the box.  After you are finished, let us go after them.  I don't feel that we should let them get away, do you?"  Hifu turns to James, "Do you feel up to it?  I don't know that there is anyone else in Lonelywood who can help us with this, and I don't want this to happen to any of the other loggers.  We can return to town and abandon this.."  Hifu looks at his feet, clearly does not want to let his town down.  "What do you think?"  He looks up, trying to gauge James and Gilgin's stomach to fight after their harrowing experience.  

"I wasn't thinking of abandoning the job Hifu, just, well I'm not sure if we five are enough on our own."

"With Boga and his fox to bolstering our numbers, we lost one person and almost lost two more, and it sounds like the moose and the spell caster both got away clean."

James stops to consider for a moment before continuing.

"My first thought is to head back and try and get a group of able bodied people to help with the hunt, so we can hopefully overwhelm our opponents with sheer numbers."

"But if we head back now, we may not have any clues to go on and be left starting from scratch again."

"Maybe we should try and track the moose and see if we can find any kind of clues that might help us find it again in the future."

"Then we could head back and try and get a bigger group together."

James looks unsure what to do, being torn between not letting the enemy get away and not wanting to anyone else to die.

Gilgin shakes his head “I don’t want any more innocent blood shed. Let’s finish this, and finish it our selves. We let them get the jump on us this time, but now they are the ones running with their tails between their legs. We’ll get ‘em, and we’ll get ‘em good!” He hammers away, each strike getting more and more fearsome as he talks of the moose. “James, you can hang back, I’ll protect you, trust me, I won’t let anything get to you. But if there’s one thing I know about poxy magicians. They aint so smart once you’re up in their face with five hundred pounds of steel on their skull.”

After an hour of hammering, Gilgin has created a metal box with a latch. He lifts Bogas body into it, sealing the latch with a stick. Turning to his companions he lifts his warhammer, slamming the hilt into the snow, “Let’s hunt some Moose!”

James smiles at Gilgin's display of passion,

"You sound just like Khagrin, letting your emotions cloud your judgement."

"First off, if I've learned anything from my...ah, experience, stopping a magic user from reaching out and affecting someone from range, isn't as simple as you say."

"Secondly, I should be protecting you, not the other way around. If I go down, you can use your healing magics to bring me back up."

"But if you go done, well I got nothing to help you."

"And thirdly, I don't want any more innocents blood shed either, but if we go and all die, then we have accomplished nothing and more people will continue to be targeted."

James considers a little more.

"If we could get the jump on them, one at a time, then I think the chances are much more in our favour."

"But I don't know, that magic user was powerful, if we have to fight them together, in this snow..."

James kicks his leg out, getting it stuck in the snow, before shaking it loose again.

"...we might all be dead before we can even close the gape."

James still looks conflicted on what to do, wanting to head out and hunt, but also not wanting to see his friends die.

Nyx says, "Before the moose was hunting us, now we are hunting the moose"