Esmerelda
“Bah! You going you cannot master the breadth or lore of an herb witch so fast as that! “
She taps the side of her bulbous nose
“I can smell when the remedies ready and children too.”

Imira
“Go back in and tend the fire.”

Oleg
“I think the old gnome is daft a bit; perhaps something that happens to all potion makers at some point.  Imiria says she’s one of her kind and she keeps her nice to everyone..”

Imiria
“Was there a specific potion you needed perhaps?”

Tauron smiled at Oleg.
The scroll master that taught me magic scrips always had a black tongue.
Wetting your pen with ink on.
He shakes his head.
Knowing what I know about some of the plants and root that can be used for medical.
Some are not the most healthy to mess around with when heated.

Oleg scratches his head
“Beats me about some of this, but my wife wants a man buried and I recon that’s something I have to do.”

"I'll help in that Oleg," Filarion chips in. "Then we can decide what to do. Give everyone time to process."

He then moved off to remove his armor to do just that.

Oleg
“I know just the place for a small private cemetery: flat rock!”

Oleg takes a cart and rigs one of the horses to it and loads a couple of shovels as well
Vellek helps to load the body but he looks exhausted....Imiria helps the man perhaps her missing hand and his injury is something she relates to; or perhaps it is her gift for healing.

Knowledge local DC 12

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You recall both Oleg and Svetlana talking about the large piece of granite nearby as a picnic spot before the bandit raids started...

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Vellek
“Thank you lass for looking out for me.”

Imiria
“You’ve a fever I am putting you to bed and feeding you soup. Maybe you can stay on as a watchman.”

Knowledge nature or arcane DC 13

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If Svetlana becomes a witch there might one day be a coven in the stolen lands

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OOC:

In reply to Tauron Alphmellon (msg # 35):

OOC:

Imiria and Tauron eye each other as what seems like flirting is going on

As discussion starts Oleg heads out to flat rock with the cart to bury Bokken.
Any going to the burial site are free to do so....


Svetlana invites you in
“Come in and warm yourselves and get some food, the stable hands can put your horses away and tend your gear.”

Drezghl accepted Svetlana's offer and stepped inside.  He found a spot near the fire and sat down with a sigh.

Octavia will walk with the group to the burial site, if only to speak a few words to ease this man's passing to the life beyond.

The burial site is just atop a small hill barely away from Oleg’s
Oleg considers the rock and finally proclaims
“We shall bury him North by Northwest, and reserve other segments of direction for others.”




Inside Svetlana’s kitchen it is very similar but the gnome which is tending a couple of coffee pots with stems sticking out of the top..
she sniffs them in turn trying to determine which one is ready

Filarion tried to relate to the humans, but it was a little difficult for the elf to grasp. Death was such a far off concept and humans seemed to die so readily that he didn't quite grasp the idea of the loss. He understood the formalities, but not the emotional impact. He just kept quiet and tried to absorb the experience instead.

Once it was over, he collected his things and then watched the others to see what they wanted to do next. There was a siege coming and it feels like they are not ready for it.

Having listened to all that is going and getting caught up he almost miss Tatyana's greeting. He turns to her and says, "Well hello Tatyana it is a been awhile and it is nice to see you. I see that the lure of adventure has brought you out here as well. I will attend the burial but we should keep an eye out for any attackers."

Taluntain will have his gearl stowed and his horses stabled. He will grab some food really quick and head out with the funeral procession.

“Indeed! I have a charge for you as I have agreed to take an engineer Back to brevoy.”


“I have a charter and am planning to give it to you.”

In reply to Tatyana Dec'lan (msg # 45):

Taluntain tries to hid his excitement, "A charter for me? Let me see I can review it on our way to the burial."

“I wanted to announce it in front of everyone so it is a matter of public record.”
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Meanwhile at flat rock cemetery father Johod recites a poem

“Make me no grave within that quiet place    Where friends shall sadly view the grassy mound, Politely solemn for a little space,    As though the spirit slept beneath the ground.  For me no sorrow, nor the hopeless tear;    No chant, no prayer, no tender eulogy: I may be laughing with the gods--while here    You weep alone. Then make no grave for me  But lay me where the pines, austere and tall,    Sing in the wind that sweeps across the West: Where night, imperious, sets her coronal    Of silver stars upon the mountain crest.  Where dawn, rejoicing, rises from the deep,    And Life, rejoicing, rises with the dawn: Mark not the spot upon the sunny steep,    For with the morning light I shall be gone.  Far trails await me; valleys vast and still,    Vistas undreamed of, canyon-guarded streams, Lowland and range, fair meadow, flower-girt hill,    Forests enchanted, filled with magic dreams.  And I shall find brave comrades on the way:    None shall be lonely in adventuring, For each a chosen task to round the day,    New glories to amaze, new songs to sing.  Loud swells the wind along the mountain-side,    High burns the sun, unfettered swings the sea, Clear gleam the trails whereon the vanished ride,    Life calls to life: then make no grave for me!”

Henry Herbert Knibbs, from Songs of the Trail, 1920 This poem is in the public domain and does not require permission for use

Octavia nods at the words, feeling that she had nothing to contribute to such heartfelt words.  Once they were done, she was in a dark mood.  For now, it was time to convene a war council.

After the words are spoken and the hole covered over; Tatyana allows her friend to read over the charter
Once the full group comes to talk I am sure the whole thing will be resolved

The funeral procession returns to the fort the work done....

Svetlana has been busy making a large meal for the entire group.


The war council meets.....
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Tauron make sure his two animal friend have something to eat and drink.
Then he turns to Svetlana.
Food and some water would be most welcome.
The elf follows the other in and rests.
He decides to leave the burning of the dead to others.

After his food he thanks Svetlana.
Then leave to find his friends.
With the two of then Tauron goes up and looks over the land from the battlements.
He gets his bow out and shoots a few arrows in practice.  The elf skill is passable.
The two animal decide to have little go at each other as often happen.
Turning to tell them off and behave Tauron misses his step and falls over landing oddly.
Laying there for a moment Tauron looks at one of the catapults.  Having not really notice it before.  From this odd angle a memory of his past and book he read came back to him.  The book was not his own and he been reading it up side down by accident.  His own book at time was just to boring.

For a while the elf just lay there.  Thinking about it.
He then get up and say to himself more than anybody else.
I wounder if.  He start tinkering with the object.
Finding the whole process fascination he absorbed in what he doing until the sun does down.  His two little pets seem happy to help him as he goes along.
With a little bit of personal magic as well.


OOC:
17:36, Today: Tauron Alphmellon rolled 23 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 19.  Engineering check.  (ok the dice roller just been nice to me for once).

Tauron examines the seige engines

Flash of insight


The war council gathers; the witches still going over the tea kettles

PM.