Vor stirs from unconsciousness as he recognizes the feeling of divine healing - a new awareness for him. "Well met my lady, and my thanks. Tyr you said? I have been reading about the deities of the realm and remember his name - something about law and justice as I recall. I am newly called into the service of my lord Tempos as his priest, not his warrior. But, I'm still learning to lean on him instead of lean on my former skills in battle."
Turning towards the wizard, "Book, right? Thank you also for coming to our aid."
As he stands, he looks around and sees all his companions except Vrajitor. With barely contained anguish: "Where is Vrai?"
Alaric emerges from the shack with his flintlock drawn and looks for any signs of the gnolls. When he realises they're gone he'll go to the wagon to make sure Billie and Vernon are ok.
Herne is propped against a wagon wheel as Sandow attempts to deal with his friends wounds. "I'll be fine, Vrajitor was hit. I saw him go down. somebody check him". Herne says.
In the cart Vernon is trying to make Billie as comfortable as possible as he risks a moment to speak to Alaric "Milord, Billie has been stabbed by one of those creatures. Maybe we can move him indoors?"
"Let's care for all the wounded and secure this house. Also, if any of you are capable of speaking the language of these beasts, I managed to tag one with a sleep spell that we can 'interview' if that is of importance. Otherwise, I have a throat to slit."
Herne is propped against a wagon wheel as Sandow attempts to deal with his friends wounds. "I'll be fine, Vrajitor was hit. I saw him go down. somebody check him". Herne says.
In the cart Vernon is trying to make Billie as comfortable as possible as he risks a moment to speak to Alaric "Milord, Billie has been stabbed by one of those creatures. Maybe we can move him indoors?"
Syr Cygnus moves quickly to Billie and assesses his injuries. If they are immediately life threatening she will cast Cure Wounds; otherwise she will help move him under cover asking, "Who else is injured? I can only cast a spell once more and must save it for the worst case. The rest we will have to stabilize as best we can. Any among you have bandages, curatives, herbs or the like."
OCC Belthran and Vor should be out of danger, Vrajitor has journeyed to Valhalla, who else is among the living?
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
"Let's care for all the wounded and secure this house. Also, if any of you are capable of speaking the language of these beasts, I managed to tag one with a sleep spell that we can 'interview' if that is of importance. Otherwise, I have a throat to slit."
Overhearing Sandow's comment of slitting throats, Syr Cygnus says, "They must first stand for judgement from Tyr, should he ask their life, that is my obligation."
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
With what approaches but does not become a sneer, Sandow says "By all means my friend Cygnus, let it stand before Tyr for judgement, but be hasty in that judgment as the creature will waken very soon."
"Then perhaps it should be bound pursuant questioning; after all, we could benefit from any information learned from it, is that not true friend Sandow. To be sure I understand the desire to reap revenge for it's ambush of your party, I, at one time, relished the blood thirst but have since been sworn to Law and Justice, for all, even those of evil bent. I serve Tyr, not my desire for revenge though but , believe me, that desire still burns within me."
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Vor adds, "While I am not bound by law and order, killing an unarmed foe would not be honorable combat. However, I will pray for Guidance(+1d4 to ability check) for anyone who would do the questioning."
Following Cygnus' suggestion, Belthran, prepares a noose. He points at the wagon, "Reckon we could tie it to a wheel. If it doesn't talk, well, we can ask it again after a few miles on a rough trail."
Belthran has not been brought up to treat prisoners in a chivalric style.
The wizard pulls his hood back up as the party heads outside to inspect the Gnoll. "Hmm... I was a city watchman before studying the Arcane. I am not opposed to a bit of questioning. If you give me a few minutes to prepare I can use magic to speak this creature's tongue. While I am doing that, it might be best to decide what questions we have for it."
Winterflame gives a command to his familiar to hide in a nearby tree and alert him if any danger seems to be returning. Before he draws his spellbook from his belt and shifts through it to find the spell he desires. He spends the next few minutes speaking softly to himself in an arcane language, while drawing a small circle of salt and soot on the ground in front of him. These components weren't strictly necessary, but the old forms helped him focus his mind, and just felt right.
Sandow isn't really interested in what the creature might tell us, but he does spend his time seeing to the fortification of the house we are in. Check for a basement, check for items that were left behind that could be put to use. He'll also bring up that we haven't checked the villages for survivors OR dead yet. It could be that some are hiding away in root cellars.
Vor stirs from unconsciousness as he recognizes the feeling of divine healing - a new awareness for him. "Well met my lady, and my thanks. Tyr you said? I have been reading about the deities of the realm and remember his name - something about law and justice as I recall. I am newly called into the service of my lord Tempos as his priest, not his warrior. But, I'm still learning to lean on him instead of lean on my former skills in battle."
Turning towards the wizard, "Book, right? Thank you also for coming to our aid."
As he stands, he looks around and sees all his companions except Vrajitor. With barely contained anguish: "Where is Vrai?"
Moshet Tanubis - Grave Cleric - Lvl 1 -- Mercer's Tavern
Asvala Vor - Barbarian/War Cleric - Lvl 2/Lvl 1 - Icewind Dale: Frostmaiden
Alaric emerges from the shack with his flintlock drawn and looks for any signs of the gnolls. When he realises they're gone he'll go to the wagon to make sure Billie and Vernon are ok.
Herne is propped against a wagon wheel as Sandow attempts to deal with his friends wounds. "I'll be fine, Vrajitor was hit. I saw him go down. somebody check him". Herne says.
In the cart Vernon is trying to make Billie as comfortable as possible as he risks a moment to speak to Alaric "Milord, Billie has been stabbed by one of those creatures. Maybe we can move him indoors?"
"Let's care for all the wounded and secure this house. Also, if any of you are capable of speaking the language of these beasts, I managed to tag one with a sleep spell that we can 'interview' if that is of importance. Otherwise, I have a throat to slit."
Syr Cygnus moves quickly to Billie and assesses his injuries. If they are immediately life threatening she will cast Cure Wounds; otherwise she will help move him under cover asking, "Who else is injured? I can only cast a spell once more and must save it for the worst case. The rest we will have to stabilize as best we can. Any among you have bandages, curatives, herbs or the like."
OCC Belthran and Vor should be out of danger, Vrajitor has journeyed to Valhalla, who else is among the living?
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Overhearing Sandow's comment of slitting throats, Syr Cygnus says, "They must first stand for judgement from Tyr, should he ask their life, that is my obligation."
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
With what approaches but does not become a sneer, Sandow says "By all means my friend Cygnus, let it stand before Tyr for judgement, but be hasty in that judgment as the creature will waken very soon."
"Then perhaps it should be bound pursuant questioning; after all, we could benefit from any information learned from it, is that not true friend Sandow. To be sure I understand the desire to reap revenge for it's ambush of your party, I, at one time, relished the blood thirst but have since been sworn to Law and Justice, for all, even those of evil bent. I serve Tyr, not my desire for revenge though but , believe me, that desire still burns within me."
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Sandow simply nods and takes some rope. "Would anyone give me some support with this? Tying the creature may cause it to waken."
Belthran steps forward, looming large over the enspelled creature, thunder on his scarred face. "I will support you", he growls.
(He doesn't speak their language, but he does have expertise in intimidation)
“Perhaps slipping a couple of nooses around it’s neck first would allow us to control it should it waken,” Syr Cygnus suggests.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Vor adds, "While I am not bound by law and order, killing an unarmed foe would not be honorable combat. However, I will pray for Guidance (+1d4 to ability check) for anyone who would do the questioning."
Moshet Tanubis - Grave Cleric - Lvl 1 -- Mercer's Tavern
Asvala Vor - Barbarian/War Cleric - Lvl 2/Lvl 1 - Icewind Dale: Frostmaiden
there is an under 30% chance that the Gnoll understands common.
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the gnoll speaks no other language than its native tongue.
Following Cygnus' suggestion, Belthran, prepares a noose. He points at the wagon, "Reckon we could tie it to a wheel. If it doesn't talk, well, we can ask it again after a few miles on a rough trail."
Belthran has not been brought up to treat prisoners in a chivalric style.
The wizard pulls his hood back up as the party heads outside to inspect the Gnoll. "Hmm... I was a city watchman before studying the Arcane. I am not opposed to a bit of questioning. If you give me a few minutes to prepare I can use magic to speak this creature's tongue. While I am doing that, it might be best to decide what questions we have for it."
Winterflame gives a command to his familiar to hide in a nearby tree and alert him if any danger seems to be returning. Before he draws his spellbook from his belt and shifts through it to find the spell he desires. He spends the next few minutes speaking softly to himself in an arcane language, while drawing a small circle of salt and soot on the ground in front of him. These components weren't strictly necessary, but the old forms helped him focus his mind, and just felt right.
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A healed Herne stands watch on the shacks rooftop rifle at the ready. Vernon with crossbow in hand keeps watch on the road.
The Gnoll on the wheel looks terrified.
Sandow isn't really interested in what the creature might tell us, but he does spend his time seeing to the fortification of the house we are in. Check for a basement, check for items that were left behind that could be put to use. He'll also bring up that we haven't checked the villages for survivors OR dead yet. It could be that some are hiding away in root cellars.
After a quick search it becomes obvious that they are in a large storage shed filled with tools and spare parts for mining carts.
Shakira tells Sandow "I can communicate with the Gnoll if you would like."