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"I am doubtful as to how well your body would catch in this weather." He resumes his meditations while she's doing that.

"It is good that you are still alive. I did not wish to drag you back to town." Uret speaks while barely opening an eye. It's hard to tell if that was meant as a joke or not.

Uret could have sworn that the night just went on forever, but regardless he sits in silent contemplation while people are waking up.

"I get that more then you'd suspect. It is your time for watch, be wary. lights are off in the distance, and I'm in the belief that it is the fey." He finishes, gesturing with his hand where he saw the lights.

"Hm." He frowns off into the distance, but wakes Max up for his watch when it's time without much trouble.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 +2 to detect incorporeal/invisible creatures or avoid being surprised.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 +2 to detect incorporeal/invisible creatures or avoid being surprised.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 +2 to detect incorporeal/invisible creatures or avoid being surprised.

Not feeling like he'll be getting any sleep for awhile, Uret decides to assign himself first watch, and sets about attempting to make some snowshoes for the others as a way to pass time productively.

Snowshoes: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 hour 1
Snowshoes: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13 hour 2
Snowshoes: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 hour 3

Uret sighs, content that Choso will live. For now. He thanks Skylar for the food, and sits near the fire as he enters his meditation.

Uret fishes around in the fish-woman's pack, and retrieves the kit. With a sigh, he decides to try his best at attempting to help the woman's wounds recover. "Let us see how badly I can mess this up then."

heal fish lady: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Uret lays her down in he bedroll with care, and covers her up warmly with blankets and furs. "There, this should help. Her wounds may need dressed, though I have little experience with the matter."

"If she has a bedroll, take it and roll it out close to the fire." He carefully trudges over there with her, shouldering all of her weight as well as he can muster.

Uret grunts roughly, as he catches the merfolk's sudden dead-weight. "Skylar, I need your help getting her near a fire. If we don't act quickly, I have doubts of her living."

Don't freeze to death check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

"Worry not, for it won't be long until camp is set. We shall try to dress your wounds as well as we can afterwards as well." He's a little unsteady, unused to helping someone like this, but he tries to manage as best he can while they walk.

"We shall see. This... Tatzlwyrm was a very much unprecedented occurrence. Lend me your hand, and I shall lend you my shoulder." He holds out a stony hand for you to grasp and pull up on. "It is getting late, we should rest for now. The lady can wait, for now."

Uret walks over, looking down toward the fallen merfolk. "You're very much hurt, I heavily suggest not moving strenuously. Do you my assistance getting toward a suitable campsite where you may rest for the night." He speaks, voice tinted with a small amount of genuine concern for their leader.

Uret takes another swipe at the serphantlike creature.

fist punch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Uret rushes towards the grappled mermaid, setting aside his own personal comfort to try and save her.

fist punch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 -1 from loner
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Uret looks around, and tries to get a feel for the area both naturally and spiritually.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 +2 to detect incorporeal/invisible creatures or avoid being surprised.

"No, i would rather not count on luck again to prevent bodily injury ether. Let us move on then."

"Got closer that time." Uret notes. He also notes how Chosos is practically foamin at the mouth.

"As much as I'm sure it pains you, we should leave this be and move on." He eyes the trap, trying to gauge how dead'y it may have been. For one as small as Skylar... he fears it could've been beyond fatal.

Uret looks over at the chest, nearly not noticing the actually fairly well disguised trap when Skylar points it out. "How interesting." He watches off to the side as she attempts to disable it.

He notes the oddly guttural tongue she used, different enough that it couldn't be whatever dialogue she spoke with the small child. He's suspicious of it, and instantly tries to get a feel for her emotions, while talking in his usual cold voice. "Very well. We should do that now, while there is still light for you three."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
To understand why Choso is acting odder then he's seen her act before.

Uret looks up at the sly with a frown. 'This forest is far too unsettling.' Afterwards, he then looks around the massacred area, ending with his eyes on the path behind the frozen man. "Choso, we should either move on, or find an area filled with less death to make camp. We need a decision."

Uret then speaks aloud with a calm voice, his arms crossed. "I may not be the 'leader' of this group, bit I strongly suggest we start moving before night falls on us, leaving it so only a few of us can see." He looks towards Choso, as her attempt at snowshoes falls apart into more kindling. "Shall we be off then."

Uret gives a nod at that. "Indeed we do." He stands tall, waiting for the others to finish whatever they're doing.

He puts on the snowshoes, vaugly proud of his work. "It seems I am fully ready."

"I can see that has already gone swimingly for you so far." He notes, looking at her pile of sticks. "But very well. I shall make the... attempt."

Snowshoes: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Uret stands up with a short breath once he spots Max aproaching. "We are all here then. We should continue on, unless you have something else in mind to do first."

Proceeds to not make eye contact, as his eyes are closed while he centers himself. Though he dully notes the distinct footsteps of Skylar and the sound the ground makes as Choso slithers along it.

Finds his center rather easily, and allows for most of his earlier negative emotions to flow freely and out. It's soon enough that he feels ready to face the graverobbers again- Ah, he means, his companions again. Uret is rather glad he learned how to do this the year right after he left, it's become very useful.

The Oread continues to wait for the others.

Uret pays for some winter clothes large enough for him, and readies to leave town right after he changed into them. He meditates on his own at the road out of town, in wait of his 'leader and companions.'

Uret is ready to punch the s@~# outa things.

init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Uret frowns, and looks toward the carriage. "There's something in there. We should investigate with caution."

"It may be wise." Uret leans down, observing the desolated bodies. "Hm. He was lucky to get away from this." Standing back up, he scans the area for anything of particular interest, eyes likely resting on the statue more times then not.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 +2 to detect invisible/incorporeal or avoid surprise.
To see anything of interest here besides the obvious.

Uret passes the time by doing warm-up excersies, and practicing his chosen style.

Uret quickly adopts the seriousness common of his race, along with it's bluntness. "I do not lead. The Vanaran does not wish to lead. The child, as good as she may be, is simply too young. You are the only one left." He shifts from one foot to the other. "I am ready. Know now that when we fight, stay out of my way."

He takes his hand back with a small frown, and he looks over the small group. "The cold iron will be goof against the Fey, smaller one." With a stretch to help his stiff shoulders from sitting still an entire year, he looks pointedly at the Mer. "You have been dubbed our leader. "

The large man gives a nod, agreeing with his assessment. Upon Max finishing his own introduction, he holds out one of his large hands to shake. "Herbalist by trade, nearly a century at that. But I see myself as more of a fist for hire in recent years."

When he's outside, he starts checking his equipment, letting a silence fall with Maxius before he speaks up. "I am Uret Jet, I feel it wise that we should know each-other's names." He's satisfied that he has everything soon enough, and turns to man in full. "So little Vanaran, we are to be working together. Are you to lead us, or shall it be the Mer?" He then offers in a dry tone and a raised brow, likely his attempt at starting a joke. "Or Perhaps the Human Youngling?"

Uret nods in thanks to the man for his advice. "We shall do our best." He turns to leave the room.

Expertly, the creator of Uret Jet switches alias. Well. Amateurishly actually.

It is, but Uret for some reason is still at the center

Testing AGAIN