She lets out an audible sigh of relief as the wolf falls, "I really need to learn some different spells, cuz making people larger seems to be more of a hindrance than help. We need to heal, then should we see what's beyond the bridge, or go back to Ms. Corries?" Going back to the wolf she looks at it's coat before feeling the thick soft fur and sighing sadly, "I wish there was a way of taking some of this pelt with us. It would have made such a nice blanket."
Dagmarr attends to both Sig and Thorgr’s wounds with individual healing before channeling a bit of additional curative power.
[b]"Anyone else hurt?{/b]
Sig breathes a sigh of relief as her frostbitten flesh returns to it's natural shade. "I don't know anything about skinning, though it would be quite a trophy."
"I'm fine," Jerrica answers Dagmarr.
"With Dagmarr's healing, I'm fine to do a little scouting," Thorgr says. He then looks over the wolf. "I might be able to salvage something from it."
Thorgr skins most of the wolf and cuts the hide into decent-sized sections.
She smiles and kind of jumps up and down while clapping her hands, "Oh goody, you're my hero love. I just hated to let all the beautiful fur go to waste. I might like a nice cloak or something to put around or over me this winter....or who knows what it's gonna be like wherever we end up next. We need to somehow find a bag that carry all this stuff and not weigh us down." She says as she thinks aloud. Going to Thorgr after he's done skinning what they were gonna take from the wolf she puts her petite arms around him, "Oh thank you love, you're simply marvelous." She gushes as she gives him a little squeeze before stepping away and holding her nose, "Though the smell that creature left on you is less than attractive. Here...let me help with that." She waves her hand over him and all the filth is picked up by cool blue balls of sparkling energy and gotten rid of leaving him with a fresh forest smell, "Much better." She says as she hugs him again.
"You seemed intent on having it, so why not?"
She looks down slightly, "I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to make you feel like you had to skin it for me...it's just...he looked so...fluffy."
Thorgr shrugs. "Don't worry about it. It'll be useful for everyone."
She nods, "Okay."
"Do we need any of the...meat?" Jerrica asks.
Scrunching up her nose she says, "I don't know....I have no idea how old that thing was, so there's no telling how stringy or gamey it is. Plus there's the...wild things usually taste as good as the food they eat stuff and there's no telling what this thing has been ingesting...so we might be safer not taking the meat. Besides all that...I have no idea where we'd keep it, especially if we're still scouting." She says as she considers things out loud.
"I wouldn't. We'd have to dry it and store it which wouldn't be too easy." Dagmaar says in agreement.
Putting her axe back on her back, Sig looks on at Thorgr's progress, impressed. "So I guess we should see what's on the other side of the bridge. Maybe throw the rest of the carcass off so as not to draw predators."
She nods, "Yup, probably a good idea."
You peer over the edge of the bridge and see nothing but a void beneath it.
"Yeesh...well, that's kinda creepy." She says as they look over, "So...we just gonna haul his huge carcass over and dump it? He looks pretty big, sure we can toss his less hairy ass over?" She asks as she takes in the size of the thing.
"I'd say it weighs about four hundred and fifty pounds...probably less since I skinned it," Thorgr says. "We can probably shove it off."
She nods as she grabs part of the tail, "Okay, ready whenever you guys are." She says before rubbing her hands on her dress and trying to get a better hold of the tail.
Sig gets behind the carcass, bracing herself as they prepare to push.
Setting down her shield, Dagmarr take a position as well as they begin to maneuver the dead wolf to the edge.
Grimacing she lets go of the tail, she didn't like how it felt in her hands and had second thoughts about trying to lift it that way, so she gets behind the flank and helps to push as well. "Wow...I swear he didn't seem....this big at first." She says as she pants slightly with the effort once they start pushing.
Thorgr rams his shoulder into the remains of the wolf, helping everyone push it off the edge.
Jerrica stands back and watches as the wolf's carcass falls off the edge into oblivion.
With the remains of the wolf gone she waves her hand over all of them getting rid of any lingering scents that being up against the carcass might have left on them, and replaces the foul odor with the fresh scent of the forest pine trees. Smiling she asks, "So, we ready to continue now?"
Thorgr nods. "Yes, let's keep moving. I'm sure we'll find some way to haul all that fur."
She kind of shrugs, "Maybe we'll get lucky and find someone that can sell us a really big bag?" She remarks thoughtfully.
"I'm not sure about that," Jerrica says, taking Sig's hand.
Wrapping an arm around one of Thorgr's big beefy ones she sighs, "A girl can dream can't she?"
"I suppose so," Thorgr says. "Will the fur be safe here while we scout?"
She looks around for a moment to see if there were any nearby threats to the fur.
She shrugs, "I don't see anything that would take it....we kinda have to leave it here for now I think."
Frostine sees nothing around.
Thorgr nods. "Alright."
Waving a hand, Sig magically removes the blood from them all as she moves forward, holding Jerrica's hand.
Dagmaar sheathes her sword, silently following along the bridge.
The land beyond the bridge is lifeless, but bears more features. Craggy mountains and lines of hills make up most of the area. Ruins of buildings line the faint path you follow. After about an hour or so, you come to a clearing of sorts, dominated by a massive pitch black castle. The portcullis is decorated with several large skulls, but you are unsure if they are made from the same stone as the castle.
"I assume this is Hel's home," Thorgr says.
"You'd probably be right."
Dagmarr studies the castle pensively.
Sig is pretty sure this is Hel's castle.
She sighs, "Well...aren't there supposed to be like dark elves in there or something? Should we go and kick their butts now, or come back later and do it? Is everyone up to another fight right away?"
She asks as she looks around for anyone that might be about acting as guard or anything.
Frostine sees a couple of dark elf sentries patrolling the wall. They don't seem to have noticed you yet.
"Do you think you can see us through a few more fights, Dagmarr?" Thorgr asks the healer.
"I'm fine either way."
Looking at them she says, "I have four first level spells left, and there are a couple of dark elf sentries patrolling that wall that I can see. I don't think I should make you big any more though love because I think it's more hindering than helpful at this point. Sig, what do you think we should do?" She asks as she weighs their options and tries to stay as quiet as possible to avoid detection.
"It's definitely Hel's castle. The question is, is it inhabited by friendlies, hostiles or nothing at all." Sig muses.
"Yes, I have quite a bit of healing power left." the priestess replies with a nod.