Game 1 - Dies Irae

Seeing the bandit in front of him fall unconscious, Eric readies his mace for the final blow.
"Give to them according to their work and according to the evil of their deeds; give to them according to the work of their hands; render them their due reward." With the final word, He lowers the heavy on the bandits skull. "Deus Vult."
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Heavy mace*

Faye wipes the blood from her face and smiles at Minna. "Thanks" she says "I not used to hunting people"

Eric drags the now headless corpse out of the woods, into the field, calling out to his compatriots "Is everyone alright? The Lord has blessed us with this victory, but we must remain vigilant of further trials." After setting the body down in the grass, Eric makes the gesture of a cross over the headless body.

As the Bandits eyes grow wide Minna's smile becomes feral, her face a mask of savage joy. Her hatchets don't cut clean, and the blades cut a ragged line through his neck. Arterial spray shoots out, painting a crimson line on her face. She lets out a quick woop of victory, before looking towards Faye, the wildness in her eyes shrinking back and her smile becoming a little less savage. When Faye thanks her she chuckles slightly before saying "Not a problem, had bit of a close call with the spear there eh? dammed if i don't prefer a knife fight, least then they can't just hang back out of my reach." She looks around and listens for a second, the sounds of battle having faded she says "Seems like thats all of em, lets see what this bugger's got".

With that, she crouches down next to the body, boots in a rapidly cooling puddle of gore. She wipes the blood on her face, succeeding only in smearing it, and precedes to rifle through the bandits belongings.

Pistol, leaning against a tree just out of sight, slides his mask up slightly and vomits bile into the blood splattered shrubs at his feet. who writes a hero's song when none around are left to stand...is this what it means to be a hero? wiping his mouth and spitting, he slides the mask back down and creeps around the tree to approach the bloody maidens. watching with little interest as Minna scavenges the body, Pistol is concentrating more on the features of the man before him. calloused hands from farm equipment not a sword, the clothes of a man who lived on the road, whos bones will dry and crack upon it. Turning sourly, Pistol walks back towards the road, and farther away from the life he left behind.

Minna pockets the coins and stands up, cracking her back as she does so. "Bout time we made camp me thinks, while theres still some daylight left." She suddenly furrows her brow and turns towards Faye before saying "actually, i bet these boys already have a camp set up, they dont have anything on them in the ways of food or gear. Probably close by too"

Eric moves away from the bandit to whom he just gave last rights, moving towards the party. "You are welcome to join us, for the night, my child," he says to the now cart-less wanderer. "It is sure to be cold this night, and night approaches quickly." Not bothering to see if the man was following, Eric made his way back to the party. "I trust no one is hu—" He starts saying, before noticing Faye's wound and rushing to her.

"My child, are you okay?" He asks, placing his hands in a non-threatening area, silently asking permission to inspect the wound.

Karl goes to collect his errant shot and see if the other archer dropped anything in his hurried retreat. After doing so, he rejoins the party

(I'm going to bed, cause it's past my bedtime. I'm just gonna roll a heal check (using sweet medieval medic skills) and let Matt sort the rest. Cheers all, talk to you tomorrow.)

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Edit, bloody hell, it did it again...
Fuck, I edited the post... Original number was a 56, then the actual post gave it a 69.

Sitting back against the rocky outcropping, a song came of its own accord, Pistols eyes fall on his bloodied companions, and of the man by the carriage pulling arrows from his shield. Tired eyes, maybe a little sleep will do him some good, now that all the excitement is over, are these hard stones or pillows I lay upon, so it seems I lay with mother earth tonight.

Eric stops reaching forward as a thoughtful expression crosses his face, "I will be back," He says to Faye, "Keep pressure on the wound, you must keep as much of the Red Bile in your body as possible." He then turns and runs back to the clearing, searching for a small yellow budded flower with white leaves. 'The plant is basically a weed, so I shouldn't have too much trouble finding it...' HE thinks to himself as he scans the area.

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(Utility skill, medicine. For GM purposes, the plant is called yarrow)

(I misstyped in my last post, Red Bile should be blood)

Placing both ingredients in a belt pouch, Eric moves back towards the party, hoping Faye kept pressure on the wound. Blood deficiencies took time to replenish and could lead to dyscrasia, which would mean one less member of the party could enact Gods will.

Faye holds her injury like the priest said and moves to the rest of the party

Upon returning to the party, Eric pulls out a small amount of the yellow flower buds and starts chewing them. "Lady Faye, I am warning you, this will hurt at first, but will numb the pain, and increase the speed at which your liver matures your blood. Hopefully not much has escaped." He takes the wad of chewed up flower out of his mouth, and presents it to the huntress. "I will need to insert this into the wound. It will motivate the Phlegm to come to the surface to speed healing, and the Yellow Bile to cover the wound. From there, one of the leaves will adorn the wound like a bandage, Doing much the same as the buds, but without the numbing effect."

Medicine roll, if neccissary.
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>Faye: The herbs instantly bring pain relief, your headache begins to fade slowly.

>Eric: Your medicine seems to be taking effect, you believe your efforts are succesful.

(Locating a camp or shelter would be advisable)

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Bartly gazes at the smoke drifting lazily into the sky in the near distance. "Anyone want to go check that out with me before it gets much later?"

Karl takes all of these items

"We should make camp somewhere," Eric says to the party. "Faye needs to rest so her Humors can regain whatever balance was lost."

((Honestly just go, people will catch up))

Bartly starts to trudge towards what he assumes is the camp site of the now deceased bandits. "I assume there may be one or two more there" he says, mostly talking to himself. "Probably where that last one ran too. Might as well pay him a visit. I hope they have some wood gathered for the night. I feel lazy, rather get in another fight then have to start a fire."

Faye, noticing the soldier go off into the woods follows after him. "No one should be moving around without back up" she says to him as she catches up.

Crunching stones cause Pistols eyes to flutter and stir, a tired focus falling upon the lupine predator before him, a smile, or was it a snarl and heavy scars deep set upon the face of the beast as she cleans and admires the sharpness of her axe heads. A dog of war whos not quite full "Right, well enough then Lady Minna, have you seen our comrades in arms?" With the last words Pistol raises a taut fist to the air and looks off into the distance sheepishly. Dramatics, she is a woman after all. Her acknowledgement ends at the twang of spit on her axe as she continues to buff vigorously. " ...Right, excellent, that way, thankyou milady" Pistol stands up fully and bends to a slight bow, sweeping his hand widely infront of himself before trotting off in the direction of a thin tower of smoke rising from within the trees.[/i]

"Since when do bandits have cabins?" Bartly queries in Faye's general direction. Thinking to himself, he wonders if it still could be a very well setup band, or if it is just a homesteader. Of course, he could stand here and wonder or just go find out. Only going to get hungrier standing here. "Maybe just hang back, in case, y'know...." With that Bartly walks up to the cabin, leaning his shield against the outside wall, but still holding his weapon loosely at his side, and briskly knocks on the door.

Eric, having applied his healing salve to Faye (and not even a thank you), moves to follow her, and subsequently the entire party towards the cabin. "He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." He mumbles to himself, before drawing the cross in the air. With a heave of his mighty weapon, he sets off.

Minna admires the shine on her axe heads, seeing her reflection in the steel. Though mostly wiped away, speckles of blood still paint her cheeks and and she moves to wipe them off. A beast of war she may be, but a beast can be brought low by disease just as surely as a blade.

She glances after the strange man, headed towards the thin trail of smoke in the sky. "Lady Minna" she says quietly, followed by a short chuckle, "My ass". She takes a quick swig of her flask, before standing up. Her long gait closes the distance quickly and she catches up to pistol in no time, keeping her axes loosely at her side in case this bandit duo has a few more members.

While Bartly moves towards the cabin, Faye scans the area looking for track that would indicate the number of people that use this dwelling.

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Tracking skill

Eric moves up to Bartly, and places the spiked head of his mace into the dirt. "Excuse me," He calls to the domicile, "I am father Eric of the town of Wickenshire. My band and I are seeking refuge for the night. May we enter?"

This definitely isn't the dumbest thing I've ever done, thinks Bartly as he pushes the cabin door open. And definietely not as dumb as that girl in that town....Warrenlock, maybe?.... Honey you don't actually blow.....those were the days....god that venison smells good

Minna's stomach growls and she grimaces, but the overwhelming smell of venison quickens her pace towards the cabin. She looks over to the bard with a smile "Best we be thankin those poor sods, a hot meal and a warm bed sound a might bit better than sleepin on the ground and eating hardtack"

She holsters her hatchets and takes another swig from her flask, grimacing as the strong liqour burns her throat. She holds the flask towards pistol "ya thirsty?"

Faye turns to Minna avoiding pistols eyes and tells her "recently 3 men have been here along with 2 others a man with a limp and a small woman."

Minna looks over to Faye, still holding out the flask to Pistol, and says with a smile "Well you got some keen eyes on ya dont'cha, best i don't try to run from you eh?" Minna lowers the flask from pistol and takes another swig "You thinking they'll be back? i'd prefer to be the one sleeping in a warm bed and not a hole in the ground"

Karl hurries to catch up with the others. Once in the tree line with eyes on the cabin he surveys the area. Beasts are attracted to blood and violence, he looks to the woods around then for sign and listens for heavy wing beats. (Beast knowledge).

"The man and woman have been gone for a week, the three men's tracks are fresh. They could be the men we encountered on the road"

Minna furrows her brow slightly before saying "well, unless my math is worse than i thought, theres only two corpses out there right now. Best we keep our senses keen case somebody comes knocking, maybe with friends."