Immersive Ink

waysoftheearth wrote:
By the attention of his fellows, Gustave has returned to the land of the living... he now has 1 hit point.

tonneau wrote:
"Ooh you naughty thing...", mumbles Gustave as his wounds are bound, then turns over and resumes snoring.

verhaden wrote:

verhaden wrote:Mads the Fair

Mads searches the Ogre...

And Mads will be on alert and will only move to rest once a good portion of the party has already rested.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Mads (on the ravine floor) and Highbough (by the dunjon door) are on watch.

Boris and Fix are enthusiastically searching the bodies of the fallen -- who are they to disobey Ulric's instruction, after all?

The remainder of the party are resting, tending their hurts, or else otherwise organising themselves and their gear...

(referee picks up an ominous six sider. A black one with red runes inscribed...)

waysoftheearth wrote:
(1d6)

waysoftheearth wrote:
The winter's dawn breaks proper, the first, orange light of day washing out to a wan grey which reveals the truly grim surrounds the company finds itself in.

Those who tended their hurts, took refreshments, and refit their armour have used another half day of supplies, but are feeling all the better for it. Dieter, Olaf, Ulric have none with them, so they help themselves to Gustave's ample store -- which is of a distinctly higher quality than the tasteless fare they left with the wagon.

Dieter (1d6=3) now has 5 of 12 hit points.
Olaf (1d6=4) now has 10 of 10 hit points.
Ulric (1d6=3) now has 4 of 4 hit points.
Gustave (1d6=6) now has 7 of 9 hit points.
Andaros (1d6=6) now has 10 of 12 hit points.
Pelenwin (1d6=2) now has 8 of 12 hit points.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Meanwhile Boris and Fix have rounded up the following loot from the slain:

• 3 knave's short bows,
• 3 rude quivers and a total of 16 arrows,
• 4 crooked edged daggers,
• 1 short sword,
• 5 knaves' purses, containing a total of 24sp, 43cp, a set of six gambling dice, a rabbit-paw charm, a small bottle containing an ant farm, a deck of 30-odd grubby playing cards,
• Deggerhund's axe (pole-axe sized for a Man),
• Deggerhund's purse, containing 7gp, 28sp, 15cp, a large iron key and the mummified phallus of some large, unknown mammal.

"Enough there to cover our pay for yesterdee an' todee," remarks Fix with a hungry smile.

"Not to mention in there," says Boris with a confident grin, nodding his head toward the two great chests.

"What of the others?" asks Victor cautiously. "Michele, Caine, Anwyn and Flewellen?"

waysoftheearth wrote:
"Saxxon's lot will have more than that meagre pile stashed away somewhere, I'll warrant," remarks Thorgrim as he glances over the rude loot scavenged from the bodies...

tonneau wrote:
Gustave eyes the grey dawn through narrow eyes, probing his fresh wounds with clear discomfort.
"Ah, for a dram of McWillies right now...", he says wistfully, scratching the side of his head. Then, with a sudden brightening of face, he pulls forth a wineskin from his satchel. He pops the cork with no small air of reverence, and takes a long draught.
"It is certainly not something one might find at the Club, but if any of you gentlemen fancy a tinkle...?", he says, proffering the flagon to all present.
"To Life, and all that..."

Valandil wrote:

waysoftheearth wrote: "What of the others?" asks Victor cautiously. "Michele, Caine, Anwyn and Flewellen?"

"They ar' with us no more, f'r they all fell in glorious battle. Honor their memories with a smile and let their souls travel in peace."

Says Andaros, and then mutters to himself:

"I don't like this place, I feel like I am being watched..."