The Perilous Forest

"Okay then. You may be right. Is there a way to cover them so we may not be affected by any charm of theirs?"

With a pile of flammable items ready to be set ablaze in the center of the hovel, Gregor looks for a large enough skin or something similar to wrap the tablets in.

"Well, let’s hurry and confer with our companions before setting this place ablaze."

"What find you in there, knights?" Wolsten shouts from outside, riding his warhorse right to the entrance of the hovel. "Be quick and be thorough. Burn the doom-filled place! Every bit!"

Sir Wilfred winces, but says nothing. He still pursues his task to make the hovel burn.

The hovel resists fire but not for long. A general sogginess to the environment works against you, but once the fire catches into dry furniture and furnishings, it picks up. Thick, cloying smoke billows from the structure.

You're soon confident that it will be entirely consumed by flame.

OOC:

I assume Gregor and Wilfred relate everything they saw to their companions outside. Also I guess they carried the tablets out with them

"I could use this to cover the tablets although what good it might do I do not know, Sir Gregor."

Sir Gareth shamelessly pulls out a wimple he was given by a lady friend in which the tablets could be wrapped.

The hovel burns down and the curse tablets remain inside, untouched. You're uncertain what will happen to them as they're pewter. If the fire is not enough, perhaps they'll melt or deform.

Sir Wilfred approaches Sir Wolstan. "We found little of interest inside the hovel. Only a couple of pewter tablets, showing some obviously cursed words. It's time to leave, I think, unless you want to see the place burned down to ashes..." he says.

"But those tablets may still have viable curses. We should be assured that they are thoroughly destroyed. I say we wait for the smoke to clear and go inside and check."

"Aye, Sir Gareth," Wolstan says from his charger. "We’ll smash and scatter what survives the inferno."

"I agree Sir Gareth and Sir Wolstan, I think is is wise to wait and be sure all is destroyed, including those tablets. For all we know the witch has minions who would pull the tablets out from the inferno if we were to leave before being sure nothing survives the fire."

You wait for several hours, the picts setting up a rudimentary camp when it's clear that waiting for the fire to burn low is what your doing. The two ladies find a place in the shade to relax and wait this out, well outside of the smell of smoke.

Great steaks of black smoke rise high into the air, likely visible for many miles. The plume has a putrid glow, flecked with greens and purples.

When the hovel has burnt low enough that you can get close to the coals, steaming in the mucky wet ground, and by searching with long poles, you find the pewter tablets are misshapen blobs of metal. The writing on them liked to be obscured completely.

"Do these blobs hold some magic still, do you think? Sir Gareth asks as he pokes at them with a stick.

"Perhaps since there are remnants of them they remain a threat. But how would we know?"