Rabbit saw it coming and manages not to freeze at being patted, though the huge, bloody-jowled dog that trots after the giant gets a wide-eyed stare.  It takes some emptied, aching moments for Rabbit to mentally re-sort the world, now less a Thunder Walker.

Act.

The slight Chinese youth rises, determined to get help to see the brave's spirit home properly. The shoulder of the holy mountain is a bloodied mess, wounded men groaning or twitching a private semaphore of pain out on the dirt. Rabbit edges up to Wovoka, only now realising how hard one fist has been locked about the razor. Rabbit wipes it on an already crimsoned sleeve before gently seeking Wovoka's attention.
[Language unknown: "Laers...to ar Aiiler Eretering,"] Rabbit tells him quietly, watching the fight with concern.

[Language unknown: "Bebeac ncme no elev ovevenrea, wapo alnce ame era inttinour ei? Ec Ratwerion? Thil ven llhali?" ]Sky Hawk feinted at Little Crow's side, frustrated. Some force settled on him like a second skin, but unable to risk a look aside Sky Hawk merely accepted the medicine with his spirit, trusting it was to his good. A shielding warmth spread over his chest, overtaking the blood running under his shirt. Sky Hawk circled, awaiting some gap in the other's defenses.

[Language unknown: "Ss oeret ll ss ingestear stlo intsetven rehi venicathioun olsi vorourtic i n prelinwhe, icasomdinnde ingul lareravir adurec fi th ll tipeek! Whi ek aveughain eenandbut p wasmanain ni manourthi itisal"] Sky Hawk cut off with a flinch as sudden dazzlement speared through his peripheral vision.

[Language unknown: "U usma tinoreant ei ofcapa!"] The short, stocky brave growls. [Language unknown: "Sonic se latpretra memi loeau p ntetrarom ss u dinnc il ratanynte rea allek com mi icna outprerat tic wasna latundtin elame! Linto stwhin ncch int enwe cefiar heth ckenar whwit haniut tho iv hotisi! Kor ho ec calite sieau ssar minech ca artorethente roth o io caic p one Thaconwas Esacpo m thi eknawe? Hou anyte rutardles i ss Intingint Ametioove! Eistun e we ainourtioest chis, hat riatse ven ec ad olnttr Ou Al iou ckati metr-inndol ter andconard! K..."] But whatever he was about to say is cut off as he flinches from the sudden beam of light surrounding him. He gets his arm up...but not quite quick enough to cut out the glare entirely, and he staggers, distracted and blinking.

((OOC: 14:35, Today: Little Crow rolled 11,1 using d8-4,d6-4, rerolling max with rolls of (8+7)15,5. Opposed Agility. Close, but no cigar. that's a -2 to his parry and he's Shaken, but not totally struck blind.))

Wovoka nods at Rabbit's words, and his face goes hard as stone. He looks over at Little Crow.

[Language unknown: "Ant orell."] He says in his own tongue, mostly to himself.

He gestures, and the ground itself springs up around the treacherous Little Crow. Roots from a hundred weeds wrap around his legs, crawl up his thighs, dance around his waist, then pull his arms down to his side. Thorns dig into his skin, while flowers begin to bloom on some of the shoots, white with a touch of red around the edges.

[Language unknown: "Usdick Moan."] the young man says as he approaches the vine, entangled mass of the warrior. [Language unknown: "Tewa utsaneet char seilng as thcaatad be naroio o resi erestaore io art tiaiet atadrona. Ntfor lill aturpl ous p pentno omcaul u moek enpoof. Pewhck m ous, armopa utusle les ndev men. Ss a all llou ne is ntewiltic som iveoveome stiomedin. Ol Has...iero pral."]

((OOC: Wovoka Has Had It With Little Crow's Shit. He casts entangle.

14:43, Today: Wovoka rolled 21,4 using d12+1,d6+1, rerolling max with rolls of (12+8)20,3. Tribal Medicine.

14:51, Today: Little Crow rolled 5,1 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 5,1. Opposed Agility.

Yeah, Crow ain't escaping that.))

Sky Hawk mutely tosses his tomahawk one-handed to change grip, extending the handle to Wovoka.

[[*laughing at Heroic vs. Pacifist (Major)* Oh gods...at least Wovoka doesn't need to roll to hit.]]

Rabbit trots up on Wovoka's heels, still gripping the razor. [Language unknown: "Traof un ous, io salat t pa orebutday we ati derlaroer, wassanles a taelee,"] the stray Chinese points out hoarsely, tense but dry-eyed. [Language unknown: "Ckmiil m tho i whe comereich ei n t atou u toelbe, art pa whe ca outes Terstader Lo virughour yinntewil, ai ughthuest reaac ndse."]

Rabbit glares at Little Crow but looks back at Horn Chips for advice.

Wovoka looks a bit mortified to be handed the blade, and doesn't immediately move to touch it.

Horn Chips shakes his head. [Language unknown: "Ansian ing la Dayerebut Shelatone. P yin butomeame mealdi est ard leatlosi ort pa miofwi omfi, aliv the eeunun est mo ut a mo toniri ei a ietoni hoou na forun hasintlat as plweec t ho. Ck nd po Earstaatiers, laon illto Encredore il k whwhhenctr ort plss icha Isusof ndeoneset encesster nt plprne, o itte ho ursa e u heceon st na nisius il ec ti artkorome oveametho k ntulin i oursomder oveai."]

[Language unknown: "Astel stipo antec riear einitr Telewewa ivesanntewas derstrder?"] Finn mumbles to Art as he looks on at the scene.

[Language unknown: "Ndred caart nonde enutho any alprladi ardoneeau ateatiter ngur ndeio,"] Sky Hawk says, though his tone is respectful towards one with right to the kill, not admonishing. At Horn Chips' pronouncement he dips his head.

Briefly, Sky Hawk's gaze meets Little Crow's, as though to say 'I tried', but he no longer has an excuse to kill his once-friend in battle. Sky Hawk goes to help Quiet Knife subdue the other captives.

Rabbit shivers, then swallows and looks around the mess once more. The lump that was Thunder Walker causes the youth's gaze to drop, though after a long, hard blink, Rabbit looks to Horn Chips again.

[Language unknown: "Adfi, tr i a thablelin?"] Rabbit asks. The question is utterly genuine, not seeking to be reassured or delivered from blame, but truly unsure through inexperience how much is right to shoulder.

Art turned to Finn at the question from the Gael. "They be discussing the problems they be having with the Christians. The natives' way of life and very existence be threatened by the encroaching Christians. There be plenty of land here, but it no be enough. Some of the natives have taken to killing the Christians with the Christian weapons, but others believe that be angering the spirits. They feel that to be true to their own beliefs, they should be using the power that be within themselves - and seeking the path of peace where possible. Those that follow the Raven believe that by indiscriminately killing, they be serving the good of their people. But it no be true - they just be serving the dark forces that feed on death itself. They be capturing some of those that follow the Raven now."

[Language unknown: "Pe. Ul utllpe thder ous e usng, foni te, ominio ersive-iouame. Oneic hoio etand ichconone nissnapa n ur e ntliee Ingaststa inofth un tinun on blestrnde p capree was tofili pa ropl ore all ovewitave."] Finn says, scratching his beard as he regards them. [Language unknown: "To poenma of aiioto monaniwi te eenerevir ent en ulreivth, himemo pefisipa wilthacon willesencresher inewilshe sti etant essamehas. Traatestr, p werman'allhishat ouan thi ine trutches er Ourthuday, not p. Riti Ith adse hari comha Thoardresratiou er anyicapro it ssouou ulenc ivmaom et anyectare es oveaveshemenlat isss fohatire...tamale llard sanwhepre wheouscon ure illblelesven ndndek herss ing Outkorerstraeau unure antearhas aiwe ainyinpro. T thevho'ngas, n rea ill fo e. Houlatmen ssfo whrece k iotr minde rut set sti korvor-thuioners, in wa."] He gives Art a significant look. [Language unknown: "Arden, set, On melame seth ekeccapr po oreprefor k os ore, hasastmanromint was e are, ivome herardnot wiis be staredlat ic waevio weard nttelier oulrutome ulome hisivepre i asrut o we as icadayrom es. Strintard t mieiseca we ca we trul iththiwhe sami whi mier, ca hatvernce na, mo wilto ughcominered, utun."]

Art was explaining in English about what the native tongue was meaning, he seemed like the best candidate for the spell. The dark lady crossed the way and looked from him to the battle of Crow and Hawk. She leans her hip to one side and placed her left hand on the man.

" D'at tis whut all o' d'his is about?.." She trailed for a moment, the dead rising up was a concern as well as that shadow man in the hood.

Mama Avery rolled 7,8 using D8,D6, rerolling max with rolls of 7,(6+2)8. Speak.
Can read, write, and comprehend foreign languages. With raise, can speak it very well.

Art listened to what Finn was saying, and was a little startled by the touch of Mama Avery. He briefly glanced at her before turning back to Finn. "It no be that we failed to save our lands entire. The people still be there, though they no be what you remember. Almost all be Christians themselves - and they be ruled by the bloody Normans." Art frowned briefly, but then continued. "The Raven do be callin' an entire dead army. It no be just the method o' killin' that be at stake. It be deeper than that. There just be wonton destruction ta build bigger an army o' the dead if Raven be getting his way. Last I saw, he be helpin' the invaders ta kill th' natives in a battle. So he no be even tryin' ta help the natives in his own way. He be a traitor to his people as well."

With Little Crow subdued, Moses leaves the punishment to the red men. He has an opinion, certainly, but he knows that his being here alone was already straining some people's tolerance.

"At least the rift between Moses and Horn Chips seems to be mended." he says, quietly, as if to himself, then nods again.

With his large strides, he walks over to Thunder Walker's body, gently touching Rabbit's shoulder.

Moses kneels, taking one hand of Thunder Walker's in his.
"Thunder Walker was a brave warrior. He will ride with the Lord's host when the Last War begins. He will add his considerable weight to the scales of good on Judgement Day."

[Language unknown: "Onshe, I sti. Ulrea t intwastra al a k th ti mile miou thantibut astbleart icniss we. Hehifi pa Se stikorent man vordinhas niecch venstiencore ch henane repefo."] Finn shakes his shaggy head, and looks over a Mama Avery for a moment. He turns back to Art. [Language unknown: "st rutdi wailsi hapona prro ha Oveessone, hisen? Wi n intni eero Bleureantnce? Io taet p day reom?"]

The man being tended by Eagles Floating nods as the healing magic washes over him. He rises to his feet and looks over at the group on the far end of the clearing. [Language unknown: "Ng wasun ekmi? U alis Yinprolin?"] He asks, nodding to the young man addressing the captured Ravenites.

Horn Chips frowns. [Language unknown: "Ivete wasillter lat osoul?"] he says to Rabbit. [Language unknown: "Ersoutome ro cknget sti wiltramancon u wheen ouomth? Os ck essrutint k a li mafore nd etfi wilconeve ulckee me tr esssomwhethethi t oundayeve ur tertedere. Wi sa sihiun eauto to urnoin notevewas me teddi larti ometinthu eiar allwerand ul anyticres prwamaol. Omesmi our ul Ncnc'erce wehace ro wilna diad is u elholi la enelis rutis, icon arofpo lawi trmont pothi a ieti. La has ec hisillort set po tical hatwerame ecsttend temace of ti. Out ion viresssonatista aventider k iomen aiven i io evio, preoerany an. Ble ill dinonstic ticnderatich se intanytio ast siil, onreel eau oerprovor est pore overesble t n be prowit'derverard."] There was a hint of warning in his voice, the implication being that it might be best if Rabbit wasn't quite so forward in the future.

Wovoka turns from the Ravenites with a sigh, and looks over to Thunder Walker. He kneels by the dead man's side. "All hope for him may not yet be lost, Moses. If...When we perform the Ghost Dance here, I shall seek his spirit. I will ask if he wishes to return. Thunder Walker might yet live again."

Art briefly considered the question, then shook his head lightly. "No, he no be like the Morrigna. Even when Cu Chulainn be struggling against the woman, he no be fighting an army of the dead - she be a woman scorned. Raven just be the fury of Hell which be paling by comparison, yes? Maybe if he be fighting for the freedom of the natives he be worthy of your respect. But he be happy to be killing his people and be using their bodies and probably their souls for his purposes." Art shuddered at that thought.

"There be a spirit of the Raven, somewhere in the spirit worlds. Do there be anything you and the other spirits, the ones that no be likin' those that steal souls ta do their dirty work, can do ta help?"

Rabbit literally bows to Horn Chips' wisdom, but in doing so notices the dark trails down his side and leg; how the hand held against the shaman's side is crimsoned. Rabbit mouths the beginning of an expletive, shocked, then twists to see where Moses got to after that touch on the shoulder.

The elderly shaman, having healed the Dog Soldier, seemed to have been frozen in time and lost in his own thoughts. The warrior's statement recalled him to the here and now, and he rose slowly, feeling the weight of his age in his old bones but ignoring it as he strode through the holy land that had been improperly turned into a battlefield by the brothers of Raven. Off to one side, he could see that a few of the others had gathered together, among them the young man who would be Wovoka. This was made especially clear when the Ghost Dance was spoken about.

[Language unknown: "Ma icio urest evofhe is K chelth red pl e elfoan unwi Liseno Weeses dind...ons plon beers roecic haill all tio behis Tiotictic Oneereure ma ta Yinundithter tamo asal escanc pemi Hoilhi Molat nepo...teman ceect wh forti oulael starea-essnce i ca laulnaho a util Oerstrill. E anpro arnder Mangev Ndhain, redho ce th orttherea thaastour e vorearman, t pereei whiearnde anyus m."]

Moses is about to reply when the Floating with Eagles interjects. The prophet nods.
"How many more will come forth to ask for loved ones to return? Or for fallen heroes, cut down in their prime, to rise again?"

He shrugs and looks around, taking in the carnage once more.
"You will need all the help you can get. Moses shall ask the Lord heal Horn Chips now, as promised."

He waves Horn Chips closer, then kneels before the shaman, turning him sideways. Moses presses his hands on the entry and the exit wound where the bajonet ran through Horn Chips' body and asks: "Lord, this man has risked his life to save the prophet, Wovoka. Will you not heal his wounds for being a true servant of good?"

Heat seems to eminate from Moses' hands, searing through the wound, making Horn Chips squirm in the negro's tight grip. But when Moses let's go, the skin is unblemished and the wound is gone.

09:05, Today: Moses rolled 13,6 using d8-1,d6-1, rerolling max with rolls of (8+6)14,(6+1)7. Faith to heal. - 3 wounds, +2 healing.

He nods to Horn chips, as if to thank him, then looks around searching Rabbit.
When he finds the little Chinese, he spreads his arms, still on his knees and asks: "Do you not need healing as well, Screaming Rabbit?"

Rabbit hunch-freezes briefly like a real leporid at Moses' hail, but just as quickly realises that Moses is just waving his arms about because he's Moses rather than as a prelude to a running tackle. The stray Chinese lifts the red-blotched right sleeve to examine the cut through the slit in the cloth. "It only small. I...I cold, a bit." That was one way to explain the shaking, at least. Rabbit swallows, and finally folds the lazor away.

Wovoka's face falls. [Language unknown: "Peinic Strthuera esons encconous? Ith to fihou iv wipeet. Pl Re nteeartic ar i rea ck."] He says to Eagles Floating. [Language unknown: "Sonounnotlat U u liaice k leivce but Caeita Ameatisom beit, ndeortnte ie etuswi e our estredounprowhi."] This last seems mostly said to himself. He shrugs at Moses' comment. "As many as will return when the Ghost Dance is done. Even then, it is difficult. Most often, the dancers only see the dead in their visions, after dancing until their endurance fails. When the dead return to physical life, most often it is with a manitou riding with them, and they must watch to keep control of themselves. But for the greatest of men, those who are known far and wide, when the dance is performed with a great number of shamans who know the secrets, the dead just rise to life, fresh as newborns...a true second life."

He looks over at Art, standing and speaking with Finn and Mama Avery. [Language unknown: "O no m eveshi art po Thiratess Res, ei P nc. Arosti rut tr re diun p os arset ek adout?"]

Horn Chips grimaces at the touch, but nods at the effect. [Language unknown: "M ngical sta. We io o ons t E ameoutwer po us la somounere ni wilerstra."] He looks at Rabbit sternly. [Language unknown: "Llte nteklomi and caad weri, ulnewh evoun pro houencstr e artatiwit n."]

((OOC: Er, according to my notes Horn Chips was only at 1 wound after that healing you gave him earlier before I resumed control, so that roll was actually at a net +1 (-1 wound, +2 mountain bonus)...but yeah, he's healed up!))

The negro's face is unmoving, as if cut from stone. He shrugs, then takes his coat off.
"Let the Lord's love cloak you and give you comfort."
He carefully lifts his cloak over Rabbit, and wraps the little chinese in his huge black duster. His voice swings with a certain timbre - not quite singing, but more than talking, too.
"Let it take away your sorrows and fears. Let it keep you warm and save."
Moses gently squeezes Rabbit's shoulders, immediately releasing his grip once he feels the tension built up in Rabbit's muscles.
"For you are as brave as a lioness guarding her cubs and you have the protection of all the angels in Heaven, as Moses has told you before. You are among the Lord's favored sheep. And you shall never be cold, nor hungry. Nor hurt."

And with that, the scratch on Rabbit's face vanishes.

Not sure how many wounds Rabbit has, or if it's only fatigue... but here it goes.

16:05, Today: Moses rolled 8,7 using d8+2,d6+2, rerolling max with rolls of 6,5. Faith to heal.

[Language unknown: "Essstiate Ardmo, her lieiul. Esniut essterame na foweil ast wa,"] he said, beckoning Art over to them.

Rabbit touches the smooth skin of a vanished cut below the temple, belatedly aware it had existed.

"I...thank Moses, and the god," Rabbit says, bundling up in the duster, which was certainly warmer than a thin, partially blood-wet shirt. Hopefully those without English as a first language would miss the reference to mother beasts. A low knife-twist twinge ran through Rabbit, but the pain seemed to calm and ebb away with the warming of the skin.

[[Rabbit was just about to roll Fatigue for dehydration/not eating all day, the visible minor dings are from low-damage attacks ...but thanks!]]

Moses gets a weak but genuine smile. "Now people will mistake me for Moses," Rabbit says softly, pulling the garment into even more of a coccoon. Noticing Spotted Face being called over, Rabbit just about dares to address Eagles Floating, bowing slightly then nodding at Mama Avery: [Language unknown: "Wasortday fiaiat U hoatee res Oerthuher...blerutart korhisure mo wend naan ac p ce?"]
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"I do not know this woman," he says in halting English of the question asked of him. "She fight on our side, with no weapons, she strikes with the hands to hit the dead warriors." He mimicked a fighting motion, before asking a question of Avery.

"You are with the same tribe as the big one?" He is obviously referring to Moses.