Dreamljocht looks if Anton is well after his cold bath, but when the halfling seems well enough, he follows Sam with a shrug, asking Gordo with a wave of his arm to follow too.

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Dreamljocht rolled 17 using 1d20+7. Fort-check.

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It felt like it was getting late in the day, at least to Tyrael.  Things seemed to be settling down, and the fire was so warm and inviting.

"Alright, guys."  Tyri addressed the assembled animals.  She leaned back against her back pack and stretched out her legs.  "Here's the watch order.  Horse will start, then wake up horse a few hours later, then we'll give bear cub a chance at the rotation.  He's new but I'm sure that he'll do a good job.  Then finally horse will wake me and I'll take the last watch."  She lazily pointed at each of the animals as she spoke.  Of course she didn't mean it but there was no one else to talk to so she had to talk to herself.

OOC:
Tyrael Mournstrider rolled 17 for Perception.

Gordo sighs and joins the group following Sam, but keeps his senses on high alert.

In reply to Dreamljocht (msg # 708):
Anton stands, "I'm good Dream.  A little cold but, I think I can continue."

TRAVEL GROUP:
Sam keeps his distance but isn't hiding for now. The man seems fixated on something and it looks like a long walk. Nothing creeps out. A shiver goes down everyones back and sides as it gets colder and colder. It starts to get dark and Sam stops.

OOC
Make a DC 12 Fort save vs cold

CHURCH:
The warrior turns as she is about to fall asleep and she hears something. Hard to tell what it was but it wasn't snow falling down to the ground outside.

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 712):
Apparently, Anton is not good after being submerged in the icy waters.  He appears to be having a hard go of it.

00:26, Today: Anton LeVeau rolled 9 using 1d20+5.  FORT Save DC 12 (Cold).

Dreamljocht is not affected by the cold, but he sees the shudders from Anton, who is suffering. From his backpack he takes some old flanel shirt. Because of the difference in height between Dreamljocht and the halfling, it could help protect Anton more against the biting cold. He offers it to Anton.

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Dreamljocht rolled 23 using 1d20+7.  Fort-check

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Tyrael sighed and rose to her feet.  "...alright....alright..." she moaned, reaching for her shield.  She already had her sword on her.  After taking a few practice swings to warm up, Tyrael slowly made her way to the side of the church where the sound had come from.  Trying to keep as silently as possible, Tyrael peeked out one of the windows to try and find the source of the sound.

Gordo stops behind Sam. "It's dark, we should stop for the night. I don't mind staying up for the first shift.

16:00, Today: Gordo Vet rolled 33 using 1d20+13.  Fort vs. cold.

TRAVEL GROUP:
Anton feels the cold chilliness hit him. Sam sits down by a tree, blowing on his hands. He stops for a moment. Everyone else seems to not be bothered by it. Sam starts to light a fire, glancing at something in the distance every few moments.

OOC
Take 7 subdule, Anton. You feel very cold.

OOC
Make a DC 12 Fort save vs cold

CHURCH:
As Ty looks outside into the bitter cold, she notices the ground begin to shift as a hand rises up. Then another. And another. Moaning begins to break the silence outside.

Tyrael stared out the window, her eyes narrowing as she focussed on the hands rising up out of the snow.  "Oh you cannot be serious." she muttered softly.  It shouldn't surprise her that an old church would have some form of graveyard, and that those resting within those graves might be a little restless.  It wouldn't be the first time that she'd had to deal with undead.  Of course she had the backing of a good sized party back then.  Now it was just her.  Her, a Bear cub and a few horses.

No, it was really just her.  "Dream, I have never missed a cleric so much as I do you right now." She continued to watch the hands rising from the ground.  Maybe if they stayed quiet, the undead would ignore them and go back to sleep.

She gripped her sword tightly as she watched.

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 717):
Anton tries to use his small hands to warm his body by rubbing his chest and hands.  He avoids blowing on his hands because it causes condensation which makes them feel wet and cold(er).

00:14, Today: Anton LeVeau rolled 21 using 1d20+5.  FORT Save.

"Hey, guys, Anton doesn't look so well..." he motions to Anton. "Does anyone have a blanket?" he asks, as he goes to help Sam with lighting the fire. "We need to heat him up," he adds.

14:38, Today: Gordo Vet rolled 29 using 1d20+13.  Fort vs. cold.
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Dreamljocht is worried about Anton suffering from the cold. From his backpack he takes a blanket and wraps it around the small and shivvering halfling. He places the man as close to the campfire as possible without burning him. He starts making some warm broth to warm the inside of Anton. "Anyone else suffering from the cold?" he asks.

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TRAVEL GROUP:
Once the fire has begun, Sam tosses Anton a blanket. It seems as much grief he gives he still cares. But he is worried. His eyes dart from the halfling and he looks around. Probably everyone has a blanket or two, they are traveling in the cold! "Sit by the fire."

CHURCH:
The fighter looks outside. More come up from the ground or elsewhere. They seem attracted to where the fire is and seem to move towards it. Its hard to tell if they see Ty yet. Most are covered in snow and mud. Their feet hit the ground and the occasional moan breaks from them.

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"Gorum wept...."  Tyrael cursed softly.  It didn't appear as if the undead were simply going to go away.  Of course, there was a statue to the god of battle in the basement of this church and it wouldn't surprise Tyri that the thing wanted to see a fight.

She turned back to the cart, her mind going over its contents.  There wasn't anything in there that was going to be effective against undead without getting creative and lucky.  The Half Elf probably wasn't either at the moment.  No, she would have to control the flow of the fight somehow.  Maybe funnel them all in through the main door so that they couldn't use their numbers against her.

She turned to look out the window again, trying to get a count of how many undead there were..

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 722):
Anton looks up at Sam with a questioning look.  He looks to the blanket, to Sam, and then back to the blanket.  He slowly reaches out with his little hand and takes the blanket from him.  "Thank you," is all he says with a nod to follow.  He places the blanket around him and then goes next to the fire to try and get warm.

Gordo takes out a piece of dried meat from his backpack and offers it to Anton. "Here, eat something," he says. He looks around, making sure nothing creeps up now that they've got a fire going.

Now that everyone looks after the shivvering halfling, Dreamljocht turns to Sam, his oldest companion, who he trust, despite his quirks. "What do you sense? I have the feeling that your senses are better than mine. Do you feel something about these search that my ears, eyes, nose are to dulled for? We're still searching and Tyrael, together with all our gear, horses and supplies are way back in the old chapel. My prayers did not give me more council what to do. Please talk to me and share your thoughts before we abandone one companion for another."

Dreamljocht is very worried, not only about their barbarian friend they seem to lose, but also about Sam who is quite difficult to reach and about Tyrael, lonely but sheltered and perhaps most safe of all.

Anton tries to eat the offer of food from Gordo.  He gives a sincere, frigid, nod and continues to try and warm himself by the fire.

TRAVEL GROUP:
The man watches the area, looking at the group sitting by the fire. He leans against the tree, crossing his arms. "I got a feeling one of us will die." Well that was a way to drop it down fast. His eyes dart to each of them, the coldness coming from his lips despite the warmth of the fire.

CHURCH:
As soon as she looks outside, its hard to tell how many are outside. But they definatly have seen her. They growl, smacking the sides of the building. Moaning. The horses definatly get uneasy and it seems like more of the undead are on the other side. Ty seems to be completely surrounded and the only thing keeping her safe is the windows and locked door.

"...okay....okay...okay..." Tyrael softly repeated to herself as she considered her options.  Running was always an option, though where would they go?  Best to hold up here, at least for the moment.

Tyrael started to grab furniture and pews and move them to block windows and the door.  She had to keep the Undead from getting in.  But staying put was only going to be a temporary solution.  Tyrael had to get rid of the undead, but how?  If she poked her head outside, she'd be swarmed.  There were some short bows in the wagon.  Maybe Arrows?

"Well, that's a reassuring thought since I can't get this chill out of my bones."  Anton continues to try and warm himself up and not feel so useless.

Dreamljocht frowns at the words of Sam: "No one will die if I can prevent it", he answers his closest companion. He drinks some warm broth he had made on the fire and hands some around to his companions.
"How will Tyrael fare, alone in the old church for the next night? he murmurs, more to himself than the others. All responsibilities weight heavy on him.

Gordo takes a few bites, then gets up and paces around their small impromptu encampment, patrolling, lost in thought.