Immersive Ink

waysoftheearth wrote:

mushgnome wrote:Are there any more enemies nearby or has the threat been neutralized for the moment?

None that are apparent...

Highbough stands watch among the trees, a stone's throw from his resting friends. No enemy rustling through the orchard shall escape his keen hearing.

Dorgan will climb down from the wall, find a shady spot under a tree in the orchard, and rest for 10 minutes.

| We might as well rest, and then go back over the wall in force. |

Armando will hide in the shadows at the base of a tree and keep watch.

danhem wrote:"You look like you're about to keel over as to Torben and Beringer..."

"Keel over? Me?" says Beringar with a gap-toothed grin as he slumps down on the ground.

After regaining his composure somewhat, he'll fetch his gourd, take a mouthful, and pass it around, starting with Torben and Olaf.

A rest is called! Highbough, Dieter, and Armando post themselves on watch around the orchard perimeter, while the others thankfully cast down their arms, and take some well earned refreshment. Helms are kicked off and armour unbuckled so that hot faces and grievous cuts, grazes, and punctures can be sluiced with cold water, and bleeds stanched with clean cloth. That having been done, a few bites are taken to eat as belts, straps, and buckles tightened and armor re-fitted as our grim-faced fighters prepare themselves for action once more...

| Meanwhile, the ref checks for the appearance of unwanted guests... 1d6=? |

Those on watch spy no enemy approaching to interrupt the repose, and soon enough everyone is good and ready to go.

| Resting does restore the following hit points:

Ulric=4
Olaf=2
Josiane=5
Dorgan=2
Beringar=6
Torben=6
Wen=1

This puts Olaf on 5/14 hit points; everybody else (present) can sustain at least one normal hit. |

Olroda wrote:

danhem wrote:"You look like you're about to keel over as to Torben and Beringer..."

"Keel over? Me?" says Beringar with a gap-toothed grin as he slumps down on the ground.

After regaining his composure somewhat, he'll fetch his gourd, take a mouthful, and pass it around, starting with Torben and Olaf.

"Thanks. That helps." Says Olaf taking a mouthful and passing the gourd on.

Ulric rose from the ground feeling greatly refreshed. He checked his wounds one more time. It turned out the injuries he suffered from the werewolf were more superficial than he realized.

Olaf, however, still had an ashen look to his face.

"Josiane? Is there anything you can do for Olaf? We need him on the line if we are to gain a foothold inside."

"Shall we get back to the top of the wall?"

ooc: Was Wen damaged? Didn't remember that.

Torben

'Right, then,' he says, grabbing his silvered spear. 'Up the wall?

danhem wrote: "Josiane? Is there anything you can do for Olaf? We need him on the line if we are to gain a foothold inside."

Josiane, who has been scanning the empty courtyard for any clue as to Gustave's whereabouts, snaps back to the predicament of her immediate comrades.

Seeing the extent of Olaf's injuries she moves swiftly to aid him, a vaguely guilty look on her face.

"My pardon, Lord Olaf. If you will permit me..?"

She washes his wounds and invokes the blessing of The Supplication of Medicant Requite...