Quote from: mindcontrolsquid;890431OOC: No worries, I've been pretty sidetracked myself lately. I'm still down to continue.

Quote from: Werekoala;890478OOC: Sorry, I was dealing with Real Life (tm) for the last couple of weeks but ready to resume when you are.

I understand, things can get a bit hairy sometimes. Well looks like we are in a good place to continue.

Looks like it's time for the party to figure out how best to go about licking it's wounds and regrouping after the goblin attack.

OCC: Personally, I don't have anything that would help with healing, so I'll defer to those more skilled in that Art. Otherwise, I'll resume over-watch with my bow while the rest of the party regroups, and see where we go from here.

OOC: Huzzah! I might meet the brave adventurers again at the barber shop, as I assist him in healing bloodletting! Oh do hurry back, I have so much to talk to you about in your weeks of natural healing! :cheerleader:

So to get this ball rolling again we are going to gloss the journey back to town. Fortunately the journey is uneventful. Both wounded warriors are stabilized as best as can be with the parties meager resources. This places Esgalan back at his base chance to survive the journey, which due to his exceptional fortitude his survival is assured.

Sadly Random is not so fortunate. With his weak constitution he succumbs to his wounds on the journey, the damage simply to great to be coped with. (Con check against base 30%, roll 67%).

Ooh, ooh, ooh! Can I help in the burial ceremony! I want to give a sermon that he was a martyr to the Sol-given task of civilizing this wilderness, and we'll be holding a second collection to build him a wooden statue in his likeness in memoriam.

Think of all the rough, mercenary adventurers who can now seek blessed immortality through martyrdom and statuary!

Before we leave the battlefield, Grunhilda hacks off the goblin heads  along with the wolf heads. "We need them to claim the rewards in gold."

[OCC: any loot on the goblins?]

She also volunteers to carry Random's body as she is uninjured, and a dwarf with great stamina. His corpse will not slow her down notably.

Of course, she does this so she can quietly loot the body unseen.

The goblins carry nothing worth taking. Even their weapons are of a crude ramshackle nature.

The party is back within the town now. The locals glance askew at the corpse of Random, some of them grumbling about the foolishness of this crusade. The town watch informs the party that something must be done with the corpse within 24 hours.

Grunhilda shrugs off Random's corpse to the ground and turns to Bill the Bowman and Sander the Stout. "I know not of your human death ways. Was not Random an acolyte of some shrine? Perhaps his fellow worshipers may pay for his corpse so they can burn his soul in their god's forge."

She points to Gully and his stand. "Perhaps that one who smells of pickles can help you?"

Grunhilda cracks her back, blows out her nose and lifts up the bloody bag of rotting goblin and wolf heads. She turns to Esgalan with a greedy grin,  "Elf, come with me to speak to the chief of this village ruin. We have heads to trade for gold."

"Oh no!" Gully sets down his arrow shaft work aside the steaming cauldron for wood warping and rushes to the party and their obviously dead comrade.

"Oh no, no, no, no! This wasn't supposed to happen so soon!" Kneels and cradles the corpse of Random like a prodigal son. "The martyrs were to come in a few weeks, after when I finished the new placard and statuary niche in the chapel!"

"I need to talk with the head of the chapel for body preparation."
OOC: will check corpse for any informing marks, letters, religious icons, heraldry, petty cash on person for burial and memorial costs, and immediately have the party help transport the body to the town's chapel.

"Meanwhile, you who most recently knew him best in life, what do you know of him? Full name, any next of kin, last requests, heroic deeds... memorable words of wisdom?" The evangelizing spirit is building up again in Gully, like a sneeze.

"Those who give themselves to Sol's edicts for civilization are eternally rewarded in the Community's memory, both here and triumphant. Iä, rejoice! He shall suckle the viscuous eggs of the Ziz in glory among the blesséd and bathe in the spirited nectar of juniper juice! Iä!"

Shuddering awkwardly in ecstasy as the moment passes, he quiets a bit and listens to the party's reply...

A somewhat disheveled man in robes approaches the scene and says "I didn't know the dead man.  But I, uh, I would like to kill goblins and wolves.  If.  If you need someone to take his place.  Not in death, I mean, but in your activities."   He pauses.  "My name is Clam."  He looks at the corpse, then back up.  "Like the animal."

I WANT TO PLAY MORE!!!

Let's get this campaign back in action!!

OOC: At this point the ball is in the DM's court...

OOC: My bad gentlemen, I'd gotten confused and was waiting on someone to respond to hengest before I moved the action forward. Seeing as he'd arrived to quite a scene what with a dead party remember and all I assumed it would be a natural point for him to get introduced to anyone still wishing to play. By all means if you are still interested in playing pop a post in to get us all sort of on the same moment I'll get this moving on the double. Rather embarrassing on my part.

"This poor random soul, has he been forsaken in death even memory of his name?!" Looks up to the sky and speaks volubly for performance effect.

OOC: OK, if we're all just gonna stand around here ignoring my PC's basic questions and directions to go to the chapel head for burial preparation, we might as well perform a "Who's on First?" Abbot and Costello act...

I try to bury the corpse in my underwear while singing incoherent religious hymns. I invoke my CHA 6.