"Urgathoa, interesting we shall take these and this unholy water and depose of it so that none of it can be used against goodly folk." Herm says as he pours the unholy water out on to the ground. "Next building?" Herm says adjusting his shield
"I'm down to five more explosives. If we continue and get then attacked during our rest, I have nothing left to fight anything. Everything bigger than a rabid dog, I have issues to hit with that club."
"Then we rest? You can use your cross bow if needed." Herm says. "DO you have flasks of Alchemist fire?"
"No. I haven't had the opportunity to create some for a while." Jominda replies.
"Let's set up camp." Kendra suggests.
"Could we move this stinking pile of ... whatever it was outside?" she adds, holding her hand over her nose.
"Anyone feeling poorly? I can do some healing before I make dinner."
"I got a scratch." Jominda tells.
"Gather round, my rescuers!"
"Thanks." Jominda says to Yilgwi. Then she looks around for a tool that can be used to clean up. Chains with hooks are not bad for dragging away intact skeletons, but the crubled remains of destroyed undead would need a broom. Or a shovel. But luckily she has a way to remove the parts that are not dust with magic. A hand of force appears and picks up one piece after another and throuws them out of the window.
Kendra supports this with a casting of prestidigitation, creating soem small vortexes that pick up the dust.
After a while the old butchery is mostly clean and the smell becomes bearable. It's not exactly a comfortable inn, but for a mostly destroyed ghost town it's a fine place.
Herm keeps watch over the door as the ladies clean up, "I can assist if you need." Herm offers so they don't feel like he is not helping
"You don't want to touch that with your hands, do you?" Jominda replies.
As everything is set she asks "Do we set up a watch, or do we put up some kind of alarm?"
Yilgwi starts working on dinner.
"Hmmm, that smell is delicious." Jominda praises Yilgwi. "I hope it doesn't draw attention. I don't want to share this food beyond our group."
"I don't have an alarm spell prepared." Kendra tells.
"That food smells indeed delicious. Mind to tell us something more about you? Where you're from and what you do for a living. At least when you're not in such precarious situations."
"I will take first watch, I will only need a few hours of sleep so get your rest and we will continue in the morning." Herm says taking some food.
"I'm from some small dwarf town you've never heard of and I haven't visited in decades. I am a professional chef, using my talents to spread the word of Lord Thisamet!"
"Does gluttony count as a sin with your faith?" Jominda inquires, as sh ecan vividly imagine that such delicious meals everyday might lead to that.
"The Blythe Spirit teaches us to enjoy AND appreciate food. Hoarding and not feeding the needy are the big sins."
"We're not in danger of that right now. When is the food ready?"
"Are you going to sleep Miss Fallenbridge or shall I get some while you two chat?" Herm asks after finishing his meal and nods his thanks to Yilgwi
"Just a little ..." Chef Yilgwi trails off as he adds a dash of some sort of seasoning to the veggies he's stir-frying. "Now! Come, come, get it while it's hot!"
"You won't go to sleep before the meal, will you?" Jominda asks Herm. She speculates on a yes, as the amount of food divided through the number of persons who would eat seems not filling.
She gets her plate and cutlery out of her backpack and lines up to receive her serving.
Kendra also gets her dishes. "That's kind of decadent. Such a meal in the midst of a beleaguered ghost town."
"I like it."
"How can an adventurer adventure without a proper meal at least three times a day?!?"
"My words exactly!"
After a small, but delicious meal most go to sleep and Herm takes the first watch. He doesn't have to wait too long. As two black demon wolves kick down the door. Which is much louder as the planned makeshift alarm at the door.
Kendra cast haste on the party.
Jominda waits to see how many of them come in, to make best use of her bombs.
Standing and being fully armed, Herm makes the obvious target. The wolves come at him with their falchions.
Yilgwi casts Weapons Against Evil to get by the nasty creatures' defenses.
Herm grunts witht he impact of both heavy blades his armor not absorbing as much as he hoped.
"You thought you would catch unawares?" Herm says as she swings his Mithril sword quickly at the left wolf.
Herms first swing goes wild as he tries to draw and swing upwards at the same moment.
Jominda doesn't care to get up. She throws bombs with both hands at the intruders.
Herm is prepared but a bit rusty from the long wait, alone in the night. But his last swing finds some flesh to cut in. As the explosives start to fly and the firework starts, the courage of the wolves is put on trial. The first wolf loses not only his courage, but also his life after two explosions. The other is badly wounded and on fire.
Kendra leaves it to Herm to finish the remaining wolf.
The burning wolf attacks Herm again, but to no avail.
Herm shaking off the stiffness from his muscles after a night of being on guard again swing his blade at the wolf.
"You shouldn't have come to disturb our sleep." Herm scolds the werewolf.
Jominda throws her last explosive at the wolf.
Herm manages to miss the wolf every time. Jominda ends the existance of the wolf with another explosion.
The wolves return to their human form. They each wear a +1 breastplate a +1 falchion and have a wooden holy symbol of Jezelda.
"This night is not on my side, they were much more elusive than I thought they would be." Herm says as the final werewolf dies. "is everyone alright?"
"You held them all off. I was in a very comfortable position for this fight. But if another one arises, you need not wake me. I'm out of everything." Jominda tells, turns around in her bedroll and falls asleep again.
Kendra identifies the items after seeing it's magic. "The weapon and the armor is magically enhanced. But nothing special."
"I can take the next watch if you like." she offers.
The rest of the night passes uneventful. In the morning you hear some scraping noises further into town, but from the building you're in you can't see anything.
Jominda unpacks her alchemist equipment to prepare for the day. For those interested, can take a closer look at the making of explosives. "Are we going to explore during the day too? As there are no solid lines of defence but some wolves hidden here and cultists hidden there, we could manage. What do you think?"
"I think we need to yes, I don't see so well at night and if they are prowling at night then maybe we can catch them unawares." Herm says as he puts his armor on and belts on his sword belt.
After everyone is through his or her morning routine, the group leaves the butchery in search for the next reasonably sized group of evil guys to put down. The house on the opposite side of the town square in front of the butchery offers itself , as it has a door on that side.
This building consists of a large, open storage area separated from a smaller storefront by a long wooden sales counter. The wavering, ghostly form of a sad, balding old man with stringy hair and tremendous bags beneath his eyes hovers behind the inn’s front desk. The ghost is busy tying a length of ghostly rope into a noose.
Jominda is dumbfounded by the action taking place. "Hey, you're dead already. What's the point in hanging yourself again?" she blurts out.
"What do you know. Go away!" The ghost replies.
"I've heard that some folk take pleasure in a bit of choking. Like, sex stuff. Is that it?"