What is a Hero? (Inactive)

Game Master BloodWolven

Once Maqan comes to the tomb that Saronis pointed out she can feel power surge into her even before she touches it. Memories slam into your mind, quick snippets of time with Saronis, but more prominent is the learning you gain: the knowledge to advance in your chosen class as if you had done the training yourself. Next to you the tombs reveal a bounty, a white shirt for Saronis as you know, and the large amber pendant is yours, also a set of keys. The keys are all different, one is cold iron, one is mithral, one is silver, one is bronze, with a leaf growing from it and one is wood. Also there is a set of 5 throwing knives.

Maqan curiously made her way over to the tomb that Saronis waved her to. A gasp felt her lips when in a flash she seemed to live a whole other life. A whole other life... with Saronis. For a moment the force of so much is enough to bring Maqan to her knees, breathing heavily as sweat dripped from her forehead. It was strange to have an entire life time pass before your eyes and yet not truly live it in the flesh you're in. After a bit Maqan slowly stood, her legs weak still, to take the bounty meant for her... what was hers. She handed the shirt to Saronis, before putting the pendant on. Finally she took the keys.

He helps her back to her feet offering his spare hand. Looking into her eyes and just smiling. After a minute he breaks the connection and works on taking off his armor. He looks at her, simply asking, "If you wouldn't mind? It is so much easier to take it off with help." They take it off and then he dons the shirt putting it into place before putting the armor on again with her help. Once done he gives her a quick kiss before standing getting the taste of her lips again.

With his large curved sword in one hand he moves forward then stops. Looking around for Gavin and he goes to check on his charge. Looking back at her for a moment and offering his off hand. Once they are holding hands again they go find Gavin.

Entering into the large tomb chamber, Gavin's eyes go wide as the strange woman explains the nature of the place. He is about to run off exploring when Urdrsk goes off on his tirade. "Umm, Urdrsk, I don't recall anyone naming you king of this adventure! We said we heard someone and we were goin' back - you are the one who cowardly ran away, dragging them all along with you. Now you got a big axe and are yelling at everyone. Well I don't think it's very nice. So be a grump, that's fine." And he turns away from the angry dwarf back toward the chamber beyond.

As the goblin speaks to him quite eloquently, Gavin chuckles, "Wow, Cook-Cook, seems like yer talking a bit diff'rent now. Did that nice lady give you some speaking lessons? Cause she did a good job if so! And goblin heroes you say? Wow, I bet their were some noble and heroic halfling heroes too - Oh, Lady Zenli, am I right?"

Before she can reply Gavin darts off among the tombs, reading each one carefully before moving to the next.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Once everyone is done with the tombs she collects you all near one of the tunnels, "You have all found the power you need and I hope you the best of luck on your quest. I know how to restore the Ward Stone. Just return it to the place you came in and I will help with the rest of the way. Before you go I offer you one more thing each and some advice. Here are some suits of leather armor, take one if you don't have armor yet. Also make sure it fits for the most part, I do have small ones. Here is the easiest path back, it may not be the fastest but there should not be much problems on the way back to your village. The next tunnel has more hazards and threats but there will be more treasure on that route. The third tunnel will be even harder on you but there is a magical room halfway through that is sure worth the fight. The fourth tunnel you might be ready for when you return with the Ward Stone. The second tunnel will get you home the fastest, using the pendant Maqan has upon the alter at the top of the path. Any questions?"

"Umm, Urdrsk, I don't recall anyone naming you king of this adventure! We said we heard someone and we were goin' back - you are the one who cowardly ran away, dragging them all along with you. Now you got a big axe and are yelling at everyone. Well I don't think it's very nice. So be a grump, that's fine." And he turns away from the angry dwarf back toward the chamber beyond.

Urdrsk sputters as he yells back at the retreating youth. "Yòù lìttlè..! Ì ÀM ìn chárgè óf thé àdvèntùre! Yòu àre àll my réspónsìbìlìty! Yòu'rè lùcky yòur 'òld màn' ìsn't hèrè, bòy!"

As Gavin speaks up to Cook-Cook, the goblin seems to think about it and moves a hand behind his right ear.
"Well now you mention it. I think so... Though miss Zenli hasn't given me speaking lessons. Perhaps my benefactor did."

As Gavin runs off again, Cook-Cook hears the interaction between Urdrsk and Gavin.
"Don't be that mad at him, he's still a little kid. He's just at that age that he goes against all who are not his heroes. Though you were right in your call to keep moving, we heard strange noises that might've been dangerous."

Cook-Cook is suddenly very surprised himself by what he was just saying and immediately gasps audibly.
"Did I just say that?"

As the rest comes back from their choices, Cook-Cook asks everyone.
"Everybody in good shape to go? Nobody's hurt?"

"Thank you Zenli," he states to the woman before turning to the group. Getting down to business he looks over the leather armor and helps anyone not in armor find a good fit as he does he states, "So it seems we have three options. The easy path which will take some time. The fast path with some challenges. Or the last path with a nifty room along the way that will likely strengthen us. What do you think we should do, Urdrsk?"

As Gavin runs off again, Cook-Cook hears the interaction between Urdrsk and Gavin.

"Don't be that mad at him, he's still a little kid. He's just at that age that he goes against all who are not his heroes. Though you were right in your call to keep moving, we heard strange noises that might've been dangerous."

Cook-Cook is suddenly very surprised himself by what he was just saying and immediately gasps audibly.
"Did I just say that?"

Urdrsk looks down at the goblin (in more way than one), and frowns. "Àppàrèntly." Without another word, the dwarf walks to rejoin the others.

"So it seems we have three options. The easy path which will take some time. The fast path with some challenges. Or the last path with a nifty room along the way that will likely strengthen us. What do you think we should do, Urdrsk?"

Urdrsk grumbles and folding his arms in front of his chest. "Às à lìttlè scàmp rèmìndèd mè nòt tòò lòng àgò: Ì'm nòt ìn chàrgè òf thìs àdvèntùrè! The dwarf spoke, laced with sarcasm. "Às fòr my òwn òpìnìòn, Ì stìll wìsh tò màkè sùrè wè àll gèt bàck tò Sànctùàry às sàfèly às pòssìblè! Thè mòst dìrèct ànd sàfè ròùtè wòùld bè my chòìcè. Bùt thèn! Ì'm nòt ìn chàrgè òf lèàdìng thìs èxpèdìtìon ìntò càvèrns hònèd by thè hànds òf my àncèstòrs àt thè bèhèst òf my clàn lèàdèrs, sò Ì lèàvè thè dècìsìòn ùp tò màjòrìty." Urdrsk frowned.

"Wow," he says sarcastically after hearing the load of bull sh!t from the dwarf. "Aren't your knickers in a twist, maybe next time I won't ask. I am all for any of the first three options." He points out realizing that this gruff dwarf just doesn't.

"Hey! Urdrsk is a good man! He wants us to be safe and pick the safest way possible. Is it wrong for him to get frustrated when others he aims to protect go off exploring on their own?"

Cook-Cook says, perhaps louder than he intended to.
"Urdrsk pointed out he wants to take the safest and direct route. This would mean either the first or second path Zenli indicated. The second tunnel is the quickest way, but has some dangers but also treasures on it. "

Cook-Cook thinks to himself for a moment.
"Finding treasure or magical powers for us, would be a boon indeed, but what are we willing to take that risk? I would say, let's put it to a vote. Most hands decide which way we go, after that we can make plans on how to approach said path to minimize any dangers we could come across."

The goblin looks around to Urdrsk, Gavin, then Saronis and Maqan and Varrick.
"Does that sound good to everyone?"

The change in Cook-Cook's attitude and vocabulary is definitely obvious now. He has probably gained more self-confidence thanks to the many different Goblin heroes he had found.

Urdrsk stares down at Cook-Cook in abject disbelief.

Gavin moves excitedly through the tombstones and mausoleums. He offers reverence before the strongly-built, angular dwarven monuments. He marvels at the artistic perfection of the memorials to elves long past. He passes through row after row of tribute to heroes of men, new and old. And seeing it all, he grows a little sad. 'Was there not a single halfling of noble duty to be regarded in these halls?' he solemnly wonders.

Then, a smell catches his nose. It's familiar - the scent of wet leaves on a forest floor, on an autumn day. Turning, Gavin sees a pathway that matches the scent leading up to a simple round stone door set into the side of a small mound toward the back of the chamber. His toes feel the cool touch of the leaves beneath as he steps forward. With his fingers finding the doorknob, he takes a deep breath, then steps within.

A few stairs descend into a long earthen corridor, with several alcoves on either side. Within each lies a stone sarcophagus, upon which the names and deeds of each hero are carved. On the wall behind hang the effects that each legend was known to carry. His eyes wide and his jaw dropped low, Gavin takes in each name.

- Antroth Almarron, the Shade, Acrobat Extraordinaire, Hero of the Ethring Oracles, who defeated the Tyrant Ilbreth Blackclaw -

- Calkirn Persoval, the Errant Wanderer, Defender of the Wainwood Copse, who's last arrow slew the fell drake Taerenok -

Gavin stood, staring at the fifth tomb he came to. 'The others were all heroes of my people, to be sure. Names I know, have heard tales told of. But this, this is-' his lips parted and his thoughts became manifest, uttered barely a whisper, "-Calkirn... Persoval. The Black Archer."

Hearing the faintest of footsteps behind him, Gavin turns to find the strange woman Zenli standing upon the steps into the tomb. "You say this is really him? And I have been called here to take up his mantle, as a hero of this mountain?" Before she can fully respond, Gavin leans back, overcome by the gravity of the situation, and without even realizing it, places his hand's back onto the tomb of the Black Archer, Calkirn Persoval.

Varrick's knees buckle and his head swims and at first he thinks it's dragon powder, but he quickly remember he's out of dragon powder. So this would be ...something else.

A scratchy voice both familiar and strange booms in his head. "All right, son, looks like your destiny is tied to mine. Er, hopefully not the dying part. Though I guess everything dies eventually. Anyway, I'm Charles Morris. Or I was. Tenses get complicated after karking it. Anyways. Lemme guess, you're a hedonist who wants to do something more for the world. Help people. Not just for the rewards, though they are nice indeed, but to bring joy and justice to those who lack it."

Varrick, in a rare moment, is without words.

"The guy before probably told you to quit drinking or whatever it is you do, but he never understood ...people like us deserve heroes, too. And people like us deserve to BE heroes, a different perspective from all the chaste, monastic squarejaws with longswords, usually from wealthy family. So, anyways, before I start ranting, you're going to continue my work. Words. Language. There's a magic to them, an art to them, and a skill to them. Master them. Bend reality with your words. Bring others your perspective. And if they're truly evil, breathe fire at them. Metaphorically. Or not, actually. Anyways, that's all the time I got to tell you everything. Good luck, Varrick! Make me proud! Oh, also, never forget to--"

And suddenly, Varrick was back in the crypt, in his own body, feeling his own hangover. "What the f~$@ ..."

Maqan smiled slightly when Saronis kissed her but with so many people around she collected herself quickly. She was also surprised at Cook-Cook's new found vocabulary. "Either way Cook-Cook, I am glad to see your vocab expanding." She told him with a nod.

Moving over to Urdrsk she crossed her arms and smiled. "Do you now see why I followed him. He is still a child after all, and this needs people looking over him." Maqan said with a small laugh.

Blinking at Cook-Cook once again, Maqan offered a smile and nodded at his question. "Well spoken!" She said.

Gavin suddenly finds himself standing upon a small outcropping partway up the cliff-face of a valley wall. The passage below him is narrow and small trees and scrub offer substantial cover. In the distance, the distinct sound of battle can be heard. Then, Gavin notices the feel of fletchings between his right fingers as his left hand grasps a leather-wrapped yew and horn haft. Looking down, he sees he is wearing well-oiled black leathers even as he surveys the passage below. The sound of battle draws closer. Faster than he can anticipate, he draws the arrow back and spins up, firing into the face of a giant, raging orc as it descends from the cliff overhead. The arrow punctures its eye and it lets out a painful howl before plummeting past him to shatter on the valley floor below. Then the tide come, and a horde of orcs come surging down the valley corridor. There are others there, like him. No, not like him. Valiant defenders all, but they are not the primal hunter he is. One, two, three arrows leap from his bow, downing a trio of the hulking brutes. Two more arrows take a fourth in the heart. As another cluster crash over the cliff face, Gavin leaps off into the branches beyond, slinging his bow across his back with one hand even as another swings him from the branch toward the ground. Still airborn, a long, thin blade appears in his hand and he slices out the throat of another orc as it lunges at him sailing past. His feet have not even found stillness when the bow leaps back to his hands and three more arrows are impaled into the throat of a skull-clad champion with a brutal axe. Then a deafening shriek echoes through the valley as a dark shadow blacks out the sun. It is time...

He easily takes on as the dwarf, stumped as to the level and complexity that is coming out of the goblins mouth.

As the spirit's relay their memories you gain from their experiences. Each of you both may switch out your levels for adventuring classes. Power surges through your bodies to infuse you with strength and ability.

As Gavin comes back to his senses, he finds himself standing atop Calkirn's tomb, in a crouched position. He can just see the strange woman's shadow departing back through the doorway, and hurrying to catch up, he hops down, instinctively taking his guardian's effects from their hangers as he goes.

Hustling back across the graveyard, he can hear the angry dwarf barking at the others. 'Geeze, he is seeming really foul today. Like, a lot more than usual...' the thought trails away as he makes it back to the others. "Hey guys, sorry, the tombs of halfling champions were waaayy back in that far corner over there. But wow, the names I found there... it was amazing! Oh, and I leaned against the tomb of the Black Archer himself, and *whooosh*, I had this vision. And I was jumping off cliffs, and shooting orcs, and swinging through trees, and dodging their blades. It was awesome! Afterwards, I felt rather different and was kind of dizzy, so it took me a couple minutes to get back. But I could hear you all as I hustled over, so no worries. I agree with Urdrsk that we need to get back to Sanctuary safely and quickly. But, I mean, if we are to become heroes of the mountain, I think it is pretty obvious that we are destined to take the third path now. So, the third path is where I cast my vote!"

"Wow Gavin, that is awesome! It looks like we have one vote for the third passage," he indicates Gavin with his hand. Then he points out Urdrsk, "one for the first passage. I will vote for the third passage as well."

He pulls out most of his loot and asks, "I am not sure what they do but if you think they will help, you may have them."

Varrick stumbles in as well. His eyes dart around sussing the situation. It wasn't just him. Others had ...changed as well. "This is way better than dragon powder!"

"The ring is worked gold, set with carnelians.
This thin and flexible cotton cord is meant to be wrapped several times around wearer’s waist.
These linen bandages have the same color and softness as the feathers of a dove, but their antiseptic smell suggests a less natural origin.

She points them out one at a time saying their special abilities:
prisoner’s Dungeon ring but has some other latent magic as well.
Belt of tumbling
Bandages of Rapid Recovery"

He shakes his head and puts the ring upon his finger, the belt looped around his belt and stows the linen bandages. He looks to the others and asks directly, "Maqan and Varrick, what path do you choose?"

Cook-Cook notices the glances he gets from Urdrsk and Saronis.
What are they looking at? Wasn't it a good idea?

He then holds up his hand.
"I would vote for the second path, quickest way back, but with something to find for us to use with not that much risk."

He looks to the others and notices that it's now 2 in favor for the third route.
"Though if we choose for the third path, I will help as much as I can. But be careful though, I am not much of a fighter still."

Seeing all the things that Saronis has shared, Gavin gets excited and, rummaging through his pack, pulls out the many items he found at the bottom of the pool. "OH YEAH! I also found some really amazing stuff. Like this robe that is made of twine, and this silvery cape that looks like it has a breeze of its own, and these tubes, they are cloth, but you can see through them? Then there's this big metal spike, and some simple gloves, OH, and this potion. Yup! Say, miss Lenzi, can you tell me what do they all do as well?"

"The third route is good for me, too."

Did I miss what boons/stuff Varrick got other than class levels?

"The quickest way back is something I would like to choose." Maqan said. "With the stone gone, the people are in danger and need to be warned as soon as possible."

Cook-Cook counted the number of hands for each tunnel and came up with the most votes for each.

"As I believe I've counted correctly. That's one vote for the simplest path with no danger and no reward. Two votes for the quickest path with some danger and some rewards. Three votes for the path with a bit more danger, but a lot of reward in treasure."

The goblin clears his throat, looks a bit sheepishly at Maqan with a gesture saying I tried.
"So, we take the third tunnel. That means we will have to be careful to watch for danger. Perhaps there are also more traps down that way, be watchful for those. I might be able to help if you get wounded with my new aid kit, but I can't help everyone."

Cook-Cook looks to Saronis and Urdrsk.
"I can see in the dark, I believe Urdrsk is also able to do so. Is anyone of you willing to walk at the front? You two do seem the most experienced of our group."

Seeing all the things that Saronis has shared, Gavin gets excited and, rummaging through his pack, pulls out the many items he found at the bottom of the pool. "OH YEAH! I also found some really amazing stuff. Like this robe that is made of twine, and this silvery cape that looks like it has a breeze of its own, and these tubes, they are cloth, but you can see through them? Then there's this big metal spike, and some simple gloves, OH, and this potion. Yup! Say, miss Lenzi, can you tell me what do they all do as well?"

She also points out what these items are too:

"I am also the best armored so I gladly take point," he states and begins to March towards the third tunnel.

" Ànd Ì'm bèhìnd Sàrònìs. Hòpèfully wè càn àvòìd àny strùctùràl dàmàge dòne by thè Wàrd Stònè's rèmòval", Urdrsk also states.
The dwarf will focus on using Stonecunning to help avoid any possible cave-ins or other underground calamities.
Perception (with Stonecunning): 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 2 = 24

As you begin your travel through the third tunnel you see that there is a great barrier made up of massive vines with lots of spines the length and size of short swords. The barrier opens for you and after the 50 foot section of the vines you find bodies attached to the spines. There is blood and mud all over the vines, bodies, and ground.

survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

He quickly moves forward covering the muddy ground with agile steps looking for any threats. He moves to one side of the cave and goes down 30 feet before going to the other side of the cave looking to see if anyone is hiding behind the rocks along the tunnel wall.

Coming back slowly he looks among the ground for traces of who left the fight. Then he looks upon the dead figures to see if any of them still live. With no luck he leaves the investigating to the group and walks up to the 30 foot mark keeping an eye out for threats coming from the far part of the tunnel.

She gasps at the sight of the massacre. Going to the vines she looks and says, "Look they hurt these plants! Well they got what was coming to them."

After leaving the protecting confines of the vines and healing them, she goes and flutters above Saronis.

Before the party goes down the third tunnel.
As the group lines up to explore the third tunnel, Cook-Cook feels a strong hand grasp his shoulder as Urdrsk escorts the goblin away from the group.
"Ùh, lìstèn. Còòk-Còòk, ìs ìt?" The dwarf began uncomfortably. "Ì..ùh.. jùst wàntèd tò sày.. thànk yòu fòr hàvìng my bàck ìn thè tùnnèl dècìsìòn." Looking over the goblin's head to the others, Urdrsk continued. "Thèsè fòòls hàvè càught thè 'àdvèntùrèr bùg' sò hàrd, thèy càn't sèè rèàsòn. Sò..àgàìn..thànk yòu."

At the vines.
Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
"Èch! Whàt à mèss", Urdrsk thought out loud at the carnage in front of him. "Lòòks lìkè sòmè gòblìnòìds hàd à tùssle wìth à càtfòlk. Lòòks lìkè thè càtfòlk ùsèd tò bè hàndsòmè..òr prètty. Ì càn't tèll thè sèx."

I reckon, Cook-Cook recognizes goblins unless they're really difficult to distinguish.
Survival: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Cook-Cook walks up behind Saronis and Urdrsk as they mention a fight and goblins.
He looks over the remains and points out the footprints of the fallen.

"I think... I think that some folk about your height Saronis, fought here together with a few of my size. Look you can see the prints here, where they began and where they fell."
Cook-Cook points out the prints and then turns to the prints of the opposite party.

"Look here! These footprints are all made by creatures my size, less of an imprint, but they were with at least ten, maybe twelve. Probably mostly goblins. If I was to judge who won, according to the blood splatters and where the bodies lie now, the goblins won."

Cook-Cook moves carefully across the fight scene and is taken aback when he finds something still moving.
"Hey! One of them is still moving! It's one of the ones you deemed as a catfolk."

Cook-Cook immediately takes out his healer's kit and begins administering first aid. First things he does is look for wounds and clean it up with water from a water flask, then disinfect it with alcohol or ointments from his kit.

Heal check, First Aid, healer's kit: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 11 + 2 = 31

Gavin listens with fascination as Zenli describes each of the items recovered from the bottom of the pool. "Wow, thank you for your insight!"

As Saronis, Urdrsk, and Cook-Cook examine the battle scene, Gavin glances past them at the scene, but then turns his attention to the tunnel and wall beyond. [b]"Best to keep at least one eye out for foes, especially in the aftermath of a battle. Never know when someone might come back."

'Must be serious - got to watch my sire's back.' he reiterates to himself as he checks back and forth. But when Cook-Cook announces one is still alive, Gavin takes another moment to glance over as the goblin utilizes a high level of skill to treat the wounds.

Yes, I suppose most of you would guess that they are goblins. Cook Cook you would know these are goblins.

Cook Cook stabilizes the catfolk.

Cook-Cook listens for the breathing of the catfolk now he or she was cleaned up and taken care for. The breathing was calm and steady, not as raspy as it once was. Still the figure did not wake right away.

"I think I saved her. Or him... He or she is stable now, though I am afraid it's not far from the edge. I could wake her up, but that will take some time. Time we might not have if we want to get out quickly."

GM? Are you okay with Cook-Cook having memorized level 1 spells immediately during the class changes? We didn't have time to commune or prepare spells just yet, so I'm not sure if we could use them.

Yes Cook Cook you should have the memorized level 1 spells immediately during the class changes. Also you can try to mend wounds using a heal check.

Cook Cook you still can't tell if it is male or female.

"I could use my belt of healing but there is only one charge left today. I will simply carry the cat if you think that is fine Cook Cook." He offers simply. He then hands his blade to Maqan, then with the goblins blessing slips the cat folk into a foreman's carry with the cat over one of his shoulders. Balanced there he takes back his sword and moves forward not being encumbered at all.

Leaving the massacre behind you travel down the main tunnel and finding many small side tunnels along the way.

Likely avoiding them you come down to a fork in the road. It seems to climb to the right and about level on the left.

Perception (with Stonecunning): 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 2 = 27
"Ìt lòòks lìkè á choìcé mùst bè màde", Urdrsk began. "Thè rìght pàth hàs réd cláw márkìngs òn ìt's wàlls", which the dwarf points out to the others, "whìle thè lèft pàth hàs sòme blùé spéár márkìngs vìsìblè. Ì'm nót sùre whàt ìt mèàns."

Gavin looks on in amazement as the 'local goblin noodle cook' suddenly has the knowledge to treat and mend seemingly mortal wounds. "Wow, Cook-Cook, that was amazing. You've really learned something special!"

As Saronis moves to heft the catperson, Gavin moves to his side to lend his aid. "Sire, if you are carrying the fallen cat...person, shall I take your pack for you?" Helping the elven warrior drop his pack and heft the catfolk up, it seems the young halfling's energetic nature and desire to be of service is less 'little kid annoying' and more of an earnest apprentice. To his word, he does heft the pack and seems a bit more robust as well.

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Standing at the intersection of the two tunnels, Gavin listens to Urdrsk's words. Frowning, he looks in each directions, then back to the others. "Ummm, does the catperson have a mark on its armor? And does anyone remember which marking had more dead back at the battle? Might be a thought..."

Maqan took Saronis's blade when he handed it off. Her mind and been else were lately. But from this scene she seemed to came back to her sense.

Perecption: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

"I say we take the blue spear path." Maqan said as she moved over and ran her hand down the marking. "Either way, we won't know which is the correct path till we go down it anyways." She pointed out.

@GM, I know, treat Deadly Wounds restores hitpoints, but it requires 1 hour of work, that's why I asked if the others were willing to wait or carry on.

As Cook-Cook finishes up his treatment and inspection of his first ever patient that was not himself, he nods at Saronis' suggestion.
"I think he or she should be fine for now. Though if we get in trouble it would be better if you have your hands free to swing a sword."

Then as Gavin remarks that his skills have increased, Cook-Cook smiles a big toothy smile at him, though not as frightening as a normal goblin smile would be.
"I did already know a thing or two about treating wounds, but it wasn't something people would assume of me. I think Warthead's spirit gave me more confidence, in my abilities at least, as well imparting a little bit more knowledge on how to use it. But thank you regardless Gavin!"

As the group comes to the split in the road, Cook-Cook winces as he sees the signs all too familiar from the battle site.

"See? This is also something he or she could help us with." The goblin indicates the catfolk in Saronis' arms. "It would be good to know which side it came from, so we might have an easier time going through that side."

Cook-Cook gets out his healer's kit and motions to Saronis.
"Could you lay him or her down? I'd like to make a check-up."

Cook-Cook looked at the cleaned and bandaged wounds and prepared the tools of his aid kit to apply better treatment. He mumbles something about, knitting the hole and making it whole. Just as he wanted to peel back the layers of bandages, a soft light-green glow, infused with streaks of blue, emanated from his hands.

CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Cook-Cook looks as dumbstruck as the others as he sees the wounds close all by themselves in a rather rapid pace.
"What....What just happened?"

With his healing the cat folk slowly begins to come to, though at the sight of the goblin he cringes and tries to move back into Saronis. Looking up at the elf he sighs, "Thank god, we have reinforcemetns!" It then takes a few steadying breathes as the group likely asks it questions.

"Whàt àrè yòu dòìng ìn thèsè càvèrns, cátfólk?" The dwarf asked bluntly.

"I can drop him easily enough like a sack of potatoes without brusing him at the drop of a silver. Though I see your point."

He responds to Cook Cook, "It appears you cast your first spell. Yes I see your point Cook Cook, we should get him fixed or at least awake..." at the thought and Cook Cook's spell the catfolk slowly comes to.

He then asks a few questions, "Who are you, why are you here?"