Thamol settles down next to ruff and starlight.
He turn to rest of the group.
"I need to sleep well to regain my spells.  If let me do so I be able to heal the group quickly.  I leave you to watch over me."
Thamol looks in Tarmes direction.  It quite clear she be welcome to curl up with him but his time with her mean he know he can't suggest it as she seem take such things the wrong way.

The food hadn't been great but it was better than trying to sleep on an empty stomach. The pretty blonde girl let out a belch of satisfaction afterward and then laughed at the looks the others gave her. "Better out than in. That's what my pa always says." Thamol and his wolf get ready to sleep but his comment about watching over him reminds Tarmes that the group is still in a dangerous situation. "SO, we are camped outside the bleeding collapsed mine of a currish pignut necromancer and there's skeleton bones in piles nearby. I think we need a lookout. I will volunteer for first watch as I am not in the least bit sleepy." Tarmes caught the look from the druid but it was clear she was feeling rather chatty and still worked up from the day's events. She grabbed a log to toss on the fire.

From just outside the range of the firelight Zar'Da says,"I will take watch also, seeing as I can see in the dark."
The half drow began slipping out of his armor to try and clean up and inspect his still tender shoulder.

I would volunteer watch but I need to rest... I hope you don't mind. I was wondering if you would tell me of how you came together and discovered the necromancer? Sophia asks as she getts comfertable around the fire.

Talvaroff finished his crude rpairs on his armor, and said, bitterly,
"I can take a turn at the watch.  I've had enough damn sleep.  And I feel I need some distraction from what I've seen today in the form of conversation.  First, those with the best story."

My this time Thamol had drop of to sleep.  It seem he never has problem with falling a sleep.

Now that the fire was burning and crackling, Tarmes dropped to the ground and leaned up against a rock. She was back to sharpening one of her daggers with a stone. "Sophia, your name is Sophia right? There was nothing special about how me and Lexis and Zar'Da started out after that flaming arse Neconlius. I'd just wandered into a tavern and needed a job to put some coin in my pockets. Mundin, the dwarf over there, he needed some extra hands to resume his hunt for the ruddy black mage. Mundin said there'd be loot, so I volunteered." She spit on the rock and then started on the other side of the dagger. "The story's pretty much the same for Lexis and Zar'Da I think. Thamol was already with Mundin at the time. I know the dwarf wanted Neconlius 'cause he had short girl over there. The halfling...uh, Opal's her name. Bloody lucky that one is. Mundin thought she was already dead."

"Eloquently put, my dear." Zar'Da said from outside the fire light, a smile playing across his darkened face. He hated to admit it but he was growing a bit fond of the foul mouthed young human woman.

"Well, Sophia, Cashel and I all came by our various paths to the village of Barca's Hamlet.  My own path came from Impiltur.  I am a Warsword, of a branch called the Knights-Errant.  It was my duty, and wish, to travel the other countries of the North, and beyond, and spread the fame of Impiltur and its knights.  So, after a long time of travel, including through the pass we are to look for tomorrow, I found my way to Barca's Hamlet.  There I agreed to stay for a while, and help protect the people from the ravenous beasts that dwell here.  When Neclonius attacked, we were caught by surprise, of course.  I did my best to drive through his throng of skeletons and stop him, but they took me down, and held me in the magical sleep in which you found and rescued me." said Talvaroff.

After spending some time in quiet prayer and meditation, a very much refreshed Cashel rejoins the others around the campfire.

“I will watch after the ‘dark one’, my night vision is adequate, and I don’t need much sleep anyway after the long nap I had today,” the monk offers casually.

‘A very strange collection of companions,’ he reflects to himself as the lady warrior, Tarmes, tells her tale.

”Impiltur? Light! You’re as far from home as I am, knight. My parents and most of my brothers is back in Ilmwatch. All except for Tabbistan. That wooden head is wandering somewhere between here and home as a caravan guard.” Tarmes spit on the rock again as she pulled another dagger from her hip to sharpen. She pushed her blonde bangs out of her face and turned her attention to Cashel. ”What about you, friend? Those don’t look much like winter clothes to me.” Apparently Tarmes had forgotten that she took off all of her own winter clothes a few days ago. She only wears a long sleeve shirt and leather vest to keep out the cold.

“Compared to the rest of you I guess you could consider me a local. I was raised high in the Earthspur Mountains to the south of here, I’ve grown quite used to the cold, though I’ve never even been bothered by it as much as some of the other monks. That might be because I was found abandoned as a babe, half buried in snow at the monastery gates. I suppose my body had the choice, either adapt or die, and my body chose to adapt. Then again, our prior is convinced, I’m not entirely human.”, Cashel explains with a grin.

Talvaroff listened in wonder at Cashel's tale.  He hadn't heard it in full before, and it was the stuff of a legend to him, and he said as much,
"By Tyr!  It seems our company is the stuff of hearth-tales before we even met!"

The night deepens quietly, with only the sound of old and new friends chattering.  Mundin tells the stories of what has happened since Opa was taken hostage in the Castle Perilous, and expression of longing surfaces especially when the dwarf mentions the departure of an Aasimar named Joey Sheppard.  Apparently Joey left for Thay and that's all they know.  Lexis remains particularly quiet amongst the many stories told over the campfire.

Overnight, most of the newcomers took the first watch, as they have just woke up from the long sleep, while most the original members of Chillbane slept with exaustion of long march, and even longer battles.  Bigby and Ruff howled over night, apparently enjoying each other's company, and dutily watching the camp along with Penville and Lexis.

The morning came quietly, and with a great deal of chill.  The overcast yesterday has turned into a slight flurry, and powder white dust is beginning to settle down on the ground.

OOC: Remember, everyone wounded will heal hit points equal to their character levels over night.

Everyone give me a Fort Save on the next post please...

-K

During the cold watches of the night, Talvaroff slept uneasily, still haunted by the nightmare-strewn slumber of the last two days.  Not to mention that his mind was troubled by the absence of his steed, which would slow everyone down on the journey to Bloodstone Gate.  Doktras had been a good horse, and Talvaroff hoped he hadn't been slain and eaten by the necromancer.
During his watch, Talvaroff went through the tedious process of putting his bronze-coloured armor again, and sat on the same rock he had hurled aside in his rage to free the entrapped villagers.  He had his weapons arrayed around him; his lance leaning on the back of his shoulder, his greatsword leaning on his hip, his hand-and-a-half sword naked on his knees, and his dagger casually being tossed and caught by the blade.  Talvaroff figured that this way, if he was to suddenly see something, the noise caused by all these arms falling would awaken everybody.

OOC: 08:51, Today: Talvaroff rolled 20 using 1d20+4. Fortitude Save.

The morning light fell on Tarmes and Thamol revealing at some point in the night the blonde had crawled into the druid's blankets. She lay with her back to him, snoring softly though she was still wearing all her clothes minus the leather armor and her heavy boots.

20:34, Today: Tarmes Werthor rolled 22 using 1d20+2. Fortitidue save.

Zar'Da smiled at the constant chatter coming from those around the firelight. As the night progressed sleep finally took over. When it was his turn to take watch he left his bulky armor off and made his way around the perimeter, allowing his acute nighttime vision and his natural dextarity to help him glide around without making much noise. He chose to take the last watch simply to watch the sun rise. He had to squint as the bright globe crested the horizon, but he forced himself to drink in the bright light and subtle warmth produced, just in case this would be his last day. Even the dusting of snow did nothing to chill him as he watched the sun rise.

Cashel spends most of the night in watchful silence spent in a quiet restful meditation while at the same time keeping his senses attuned to his surroundings. He sits away from the others, some distance from the campfire, despite the cool chill in the air. As the first glimmers of dawn arise in the east, the monk spends some time in devotional prayer, after which he engages in a series of stretches and exercises to prepare his mind and body for the changes of the coming day.

16:46, Today: Cashel or-Kenset rolled 25 using 1d20+7. Fort save.
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Sophia wakes up with a grin. A new day, a new story! she thinks to herself as she gingerly greets the rest of the group. Sophia grabs a bit to eat before sitting down and taking out her spell book. She meditates quitly erasing her mind and slowly going into a deep meditation. After a while she opens her spellbook without opening her eyes she starts reading it by touch letting the rituals flow through her mind until she could hold no more. *Snap* she closes her book and puts it in her backpack. She stealthily creeps a bit away and throws a small snowball at Tarmes in an attempt to wake her up before throwing snowballs at the rest of the party.

16:57, Today: Sophia rolled 9 using 1d20+2. fort. save. YAY SNOW!!!!

Thamol sleeps threw the night.  The elf seems either not to worry or bother with taking a turn at watch.  He sleeps easy.  The cold never seems to bother him.  He also has the warmth of his friends.  He does wake up with the sun rise however.
As he get up he notice Tarmas beside him.  A big smile appears on his face.  He gets up and has some breakfast.  He then heads back to lay close to Tamas to keep her warm.

At Sophia waking and studing spells he watches her.  He seems interested in the way she studies.  After all her efforts he smiles a quite smile to himself.
When she throws a snowball at Tamas he does his best to protect her.  He then throws one back at Sophia.

12:32, Today: Thamol Liadon rolled 19 using 1d20+5. fort save.

Talvaroff slowly began to awaken as well, the mere sound of flying and striking snow being enough to rouse him from his light sleep.  Having little more than his tunic and his trousers to keep himself warm after he left his blanket, Talvaroff began quickly putting on his armor.  THe heavy layers of padding and metal would help keep him warmer, but he kept his shield handy, in case a snowball came his way.  He was still sobered by the thought of what had occurred yesterday, and was in no mood to return fire.

"Light!" Despite Thamol's quickly mounted defense, a large clump of snow hits Tarmes squrely in the face making for the rudest as well as the fastest awakening she's ever experienced. "Burn you to ashes Sophia! Yer gonna bloody pay for that ruddy cuffing snowball!" She laughed and jumped up to shake the snow out of her face. In one movement she scooped up some snow and flung it at Sophia! It was clear from the glee on her face that Tarmes was playing, but apparently she likes to play rough. Another scoop of snow was already in her hands and ready to retaliate if anyone made a threatening move.

01:30, Today: Tarmes Werthor rolled 18 using 1d20+7. Snowball attack!!!

::Splat!::

Tarmes' return fire finds the mark and the snowball smacks right in the face of Sophia's.  Penville joins the fray, and starts to lob the snowball himself, mounted on Bigby, who is obviously enjoying this fluffy snow as well.

After a few throws, it becomes quite obvious that no one can really match Tarmes' proficiency with the snowballs.  The accuracy of the throw is unmatched.  Her snowballs seem to find its mark everytime.  And she is also quicker than Sophia and and Thamol.  Penville, with his mobile snow-chucking platform, tries to keep up with Tarmes, but 4th snowball bullseye right in between the eyes of the halfling, and he falls out of Bigby and down to the ground thinly covered by the powder snow.

In the meanwhile, dwarves prepare some breakfast for everyone.  They also seem to be in a good mood and relaxed a little as the group is no longer on the chase.  The dwarven breakfast is wholesome, filling, but not fancy.  All through the morning the snow falls lightly and steadily.  Not enough to impede driving the wagon, but enough to make the landscape all white.

OOC: Survival rolls on the next post please…

-K

Talvaroff enjoyed the simple fare of the dwarves, and after he had eaten, he began morosely picking through the things on the cart, looking for something warm to wear.  He hated sorting through things that belonged to the dead, but he could feel in his bones that it might be a long, cold trip to Bloodstone Gate.

OOC: 12:02, Today: Talvaroff rolled 17 using 1d20. Survival Check.

The cart, unfortunately, is mostly stuffed with things deemed 'valuables'.  Silverware, artworks, jewelries, and so on, apparently taken from the villege and almost all of them are familiar to you. Also little bit of food and water supplies which is dwindling with more people to feed, and being consumed last couple of days. You found nothing that helps to stay warm.

-K