Tarvelin is going to use his last hero point to assist Lucia and get her that +4 she needs to succeed.
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As his final arrow plunges into the remaining acolyte's head, Jeb sees the light of life flicker out. As the man who was once a maddened evil cultist falls in a heap, Jeb stows his bow and draws his longsword, turning toward the body of the enemy leader. Lifting his blade high, he looks to the crumpled corpse and brings his weapon down across its neck.
Kicking the disembodied head away, Jeb simply says in a soft tone, "Couldn't take any chances. Who knows what other unnatural powers that man had. Well, I bet Ares or Andrek would, but they can't help us yet and I wasn't going to wait."
Jeb wipes his blade clean on his cloak and sheathes it. Dropping down to his knees, he looks over the brothers to determine the extent of their injuries. "I'm no healer, but I can tell they are in a bad way. I think we should stay here at this campsite tonight. Let them recover and watch over them. Tarv, find Priss and get her near the fire. We'll dress our friends' wounds and then figure out what to do. Lucia, help me with them. It'll take both of us to move either one. Just remember to lift with your legs."
Standing, Jeb starts to reach under Andrek's arms...
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With the last enemy slain and the heat of battle fading, Lucia's head rushes to the question that have been brewing in her mind.
Who were these acolytes, and what made them so hostile?
How will we recuperate out in the wilderness after such an intense battle?
Will we be able to defeat more of these men in the future, or was this a stroke of luck?
Her head clears as she hears a voice call for her assistance, she runs to Jeb and assists him in moving the unlucky members of the party. What have I gotten these men into, and sweet little Pris, is this really worth the money? She thinks to herself with a worried look on her face as she tends to the broken members of her ragtag group of adventurers.
Tarvelin puts Priscilla near the fire. He's going to do what he can to tend the wounds, which isn't much. Lucia, Jeb, get some rest, I'll watch over these guys, he says. Of course, it would be the healers to get nearly murdered. Not the coward who ran from a hard fight, he thinks to himself.
Jeb removes the brothers' armour and washes their wounds. Ripping his cloak for bandages, he does his best to dress their wounds.
He then gets then near the fire and covers them and Priscilla with the wolf pelts he and Andrek collected two days earlier.
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After that, Jeb goes and cuts the other cultists' heads off and smashes them with a large rock. He gathers their belongings and buries the bodies a distance from the campsite. Carrying the heads back to camp, he burns them.
"What we do with these things? I found..."
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Priscilla coughs and blinks."Owe did someone get the name of that horse that hit me" She groans as she slowly sits up.
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As they are finishing getting the others set near the fire and dressing wounds, Jeb looks to the others. "We need to look for a campsite nearby but also more defensible. We took this one in a pinch because we were all tired. I'm worried there may be more of these men close to our position. We can't move far because of our companions' condition. I would say we press on to the shrine, but really that's too far and we don't know what waits for us there. Tarvelin, I'll look after these three with Lucia, but we need you to do some quick scouting of the area to find a better campsite. Nothing farther than the others can travel to within an hour once they wake up."
Sitting near the fire but further away than the more seriously injured of their party, Jeb is doing some preliminary whittling for some replacement arrows. As Priscilla starts to sit, without looking up he starts to speak.
"Don't move too much. None of us are too good with dressing wounds and you're hurt pretty bad. Ares is still unconscious, so our medic is unavailable. Our would-be ambushers are all dead. They didn't have much on them which worries me more than I'd like to admit. Means they must be based reasonably nearby. And with you all as bad as you are, I don't think we can move camp. Not far, at least. Stay under the pelts. Rest until everyone is awake and we can decide what to do then."
Knowing that one of his new friends is awake and out of the worst trouble sets is mind a little easier. He sets down his busy work and gets his bow in hand, moving to a sentry position to watch out for more trouble.
Andrek wakes up and feels awful. Feeling dizzy and ready pass out again, he manages a spell before falling unconscious again.
Next Hour
Andrek awakens an hour later feeling a little better, he casts once again. This time some color comes to his cheeks and he remains upright.
He immediate sees his brother in pain and moves to help him
Lucia attempts to analyze the Mace but is far too worked up from the battle to do so. "I'm not quite sure what magic this item holds at the moment, we should keep it stored securely until I get the chance to better look at it.
While the others are recovering, Jeb remembers the potion that Barahil gave him back in Bard's Gate. Quaffing the potion, he can feel it's magic begin to work quickly.
He walks back toward the center of camp, he moves over near Lucia. Warriors and the like were used to seeing the hardship and aftermath of battle. Most others weren't, and he wonders if that was the extent of her worries.
"I haven't asked; how are you doing?"
"I'm fine, just worried about the others. I'm hoping we can find out who those men were." Lucia says, looking at the resting party.
"Don't worry yourself too much. Their breathing is better and their wounds seem to be clotting. It's a good sign. What we need is a safer place to rest. I'll bet those men had friends that will come looking for them. It's up to the three of us to keep watch. Get some rest yourself. You're no good to us tired."
Jeb heads back to keeping watch, used to the stillness one employed whilst hunting.
"Come on Jeb can't I get some water, please" She says still under the covers all weak and tiny
Calling back over his shoulder, Jeb lets out, "Do what you want, pipsqueak. Just don't blame me if your wounds open up and you start bleeding out again."
He smirks and returns his attention to watching the woods.
Light pierces the darkness as Ares awakes from near death, his vision clears and a smile comes over his face as he see's his brother is alive. With a strained voice, "I'm guessing we won? Hehe, Good battle and I'm happy your still with us." He looks around seeing his comrades are all alive and his smile grows even more. He then says a blessing to Muir to grant healing to his brave friends. Ares finishes the prayer tell in the group, "I'm proud of all you."
"Just what we needed Ares, thank you."
The humble Aasimar bows his head to Lucia, "Your welcome, but it should be me thanking all of you for keeping my brother and I safe. For that I am in all of your debts." He then stands up looking over his team trying to see who needs his last few blessings.
Andrek is relieved when his brother's eye re-open. Still a little shaky he plops down next to him, "Yeah, I guess this is what victory feels like, but I always imagined it with less pain."
After some more attention from his brother's channeling positive energy, Andrek began to feel more like himself again, "Truely I am in your debt as well. I know I would not be alive now if not for everyone else here."
Tarvelin headed out to scout around before the brothers woke up. I'm sure Ares would've waited to heal everyone until I got back. What did I find on my trek out?
Ares says another short prayer and healing energy goes over the Halfling. After that he heals himself since no one needed any further.
The cleric then takes a long chug of his waterskin and then the power of his lady fills the waterskin back up. [b]"Ah, much better. Does anyone need me to refill there waterskins?" [b] Ares asks the group.
Tarvelin heads back to his party. I found a nice wooded area with a cool stream by the riverside. It seems like a nice place to relax for the day.
"Let's get moving to this new location before the rain come down any harder"
Agreed. Though, a river suddenly doesn't seem like a good place to set up camp. Not that we have a choice.
"Good work Sir Tarvelin, lead the way." Ares says as he readies his shield for another ambush.
Jeb smothers the campfire with dirt and attempts to cover the signs of a camp having been here.
Picking up his pack he starts moving in the direction Tarvelin returned from. "Indeed. Let's be off," Jeb says, keeping his bow ready in his left hand.
"Indeed, let's get there quickly." Lucia says, shivering in the rain.
Before they leave Pris restocks her daggers and than still wrapped in the pelt walks behind and slightly unneath one of the tallies
Here we are. Pondview Inn. Tarvelin tries setting his bedroll up beneath a patch of ground that is the least rained on.
" I am tired, and hungry"She shuffles up and tosses down her bed roll and sighs. "Food....need food" She says zombie like as she sinks into the ground and reaches out as if an invalid.
"Brother don't look, I'm sure this will break some code of yours" Andrek jokes. Then seeing it may not be something to joke about, Andrek tries to figure out what it is, but cannot focus well enough with his wounds to come up with anything.
Andrek will detect evil when he can, alerting everyone if it is. Then he will follow up with detect chaos if it is not evil, again alerting everyone if it is.
Lucia moves to Tarvelin with a worried look on her face. "Who was that girl, and why do the others seem so awestruck by her?" she whispers, "We best be on our toes."