Experiencing a strange feeling of deja vu, Kraull is still unable to hit.
Maqli continues to move forward through the forest, and fires another arrow at the bugbear engaging Kraull, hoping his arrow doesn't hit his new ally.
Mourntel nocks another arrow, takes aim, and let's the arrow fly!
Blask, seeing the foes down down to the physical superiority of R'Kellor Kraull. He continues to move through the dense brush and fires a sling bullet at the the one that just hit Kraull.
"Ok, I really have to kill at least one of you now!" Kraull declares as he swings his axe at the adjacent hobgoblin.
Fate, it seems, has other plans.
"Ye gods, come on!"
Maqli moves to the edge of the clearing, firing another arrow, this one into the hobgoblin threatening R'kellor.
Maqli moves quickly to the closest human and checks him/her over, trying to assess the wounds.
Maqli looks around for any medicinal plants or herbs in the area and shows the others how to apply them to the wounds.
"Do what you can," he says. He then moves over to the young woman and sits her up, also checking her wounds and gingerly trying to wake her.
Blask, after seeing the final thread go down, he pushes through the thick brush to get to the men. He checks their wounds over, grabs some medicinal herb brought by Maqli and administers them to staunch the bleeding.
He feeds each man a few of the berries he had left over from than previous nights stay in the cave.
While the others tend to the injured humans, Kraull plops himself down on the ground, "Those things hit hard. I must have picked up some bad omens somewhere, usually I kill everything." He shrugs, and groans from his various wounds, "You shamans got any kind of healing left?"
As he waits for an answer, he spies the young woman nearby, "Female? Haven't seen one of them in awhile. Can you wake one of humans and find out their story?"
Once the humans are stabilized, Blask turns to Kraull. He slowly walks over to the young warrior, he places his hand on his shoulder, Worry not young one. I feel the earth has a little more to give me tonight.
Blask will pull a few herbs from his satchel. He rolls them up and uses the fire to release their oils and scents into the air. He cups his hands around to trap the vapor and speak a few soft words and releases the air in front of Kraull, take a few deep breathes boy.
After the vapor soothes his wounds, he grabs a handful if berries and infuses a bit of the earth and dirt into them, and then gives them all to Kraull to consume.
Maqli gives little indication of it, but he's impressed with Blask's healing capabilities. The old shaman knows more of wounds and how to fix them, and with Maqli's knowledge of the plants of the region, it seems there's little they couldn't help. "Maybe we can sell healing at the gathering," he murmurs at one point.
After the humans are healed, Maqli gets some branches and stones and begins carving some arrows, reusing what he can from the ones now lodged in the goblinoids. He looks up Kraull's comment and shrugs. "Their bodies need rest for now. It's best to wait until they wake on their own."
As healing magic close some of this wounds, Kraull also eagers devours all the berries provided by the older shaman, "Ah, that's a little better. Thanks Blask."
He then begins to relax from his spot on the ground and looks around, "I guess we can just spend the night here until the humans wake up. I could use the rest anyway, these wounds are messing up my fighting."
Once the warrior is content, not whole by any means, but at least "better", Blask will take a seat by the fire and warm his hands from the cool weather.
Warmth feel good to these aching old bones.
Blask grabs a piece of pemmican and chews on it, while taking a swig of water from his makeshift waterskin.
Thank you, he says turning to Kraull and R'Kellor, your tribes were foolish to abandon you for you are great warriors.
"Bah, they threw me out because I'm part orc. I'm lucky they didn't kill me at birth." Kraull says with a barely restrained sneer, "To the pits with them, I say. You guys are better than they were anyway, except you're all ugly."
"Orc? I thought you were just that ugly," Maqli says with a snicker. "But Blask is right--you're a great warrior. Loss to your tribe for their foolishness."
Maqli takes as many arrows as the others don't want, although he offers them the longbows and what arrows they need. In the morning, he chews on a twig and looks thoughtfully into the trees before turning his gaze on his new companions. "Well? I think we have some time before the gathering."
"Hey, that might be better than a javelin..." Kraull ponders as he takes the longbow and 10 arrows. "Anyone use this good morningstar?"
He nods to Maqli once the survivors tell their story, "Yeah, let's help them."
Maqli slides the rest of the arrows into his quiver and nods. "Bows are more accurate at longer range. Careful not to pull it back too much, though. I can make you a bow fitted for your strength, although it will take time."
"Yes, this bow does seem a bit puny." Kraull replies to Maqli's weapon talk, "I would gladly repay the favor if you made a stronger one."
His gaze turns to Blask and Mourntel, "One of the shamans should take the morningstar, I think they can use it."
*
"Maqli, I'm going to guess that you're the best tracker, why don't you see if you can't find where these monsters took their tribe?" He then suggests after Mog and Tal explain their situation in more detail.
Kust because I can use it, doesn't mean I should. Let the other have it. I could try the bow should nobody need them. I may be a little shaky with it, but not any worse then my sling
"If you think you can make good use of it, you can have the bow." Kraull offers with a shrug.
This stone, is rare and powerful. It aids in in focusing our bond with the earth and to inflict pain on any would be attackers. Mourntel, do you want it, otherwise I can find use for it.?
Blask will pick up the stone, and safely stow it away in his pouch. He helps the great warrior Kraull try to track the hairy bastards back to whence they came.
Maqli hangs back, making sure the humans are in good enough condition, and trying to see if his new allies are skilled enough trackers. Seeing that they are, he follows them, arrow nocked on his bowstring and keeping watch for danger. "Should I move ahead, scout?"
"Yeah, go for it." Kraull agrees with a nod, his greataxe ready hopefully to work this time.
Maqli holds a hand up and moves forward carefully and quietly, ready to shoot the hobgoblin if it moves. If it doesn't, he prods it with the end of his bow to see if it reacts.