Chapter 2.1b: Search Party (Hochoch)

If dying Manthis heard approaching Arya or even her calling up upon Pelor to heal Manthis, he didn't show it. If he had any thoughts, there were on trying to keep breathing.

There is no shock or much of any indication of healing besides Mathis taking a regular breath. None could see the killing bleeding wounds beneath his armor and such closing. There was plenty of red blood stain about. All his senses now come online with a blinking of his eyes. Manthis is back home again and immediately feel some of what has happened to him as the 5 points of healing only half healed him.

The sudden pain play across is face which is an improvement over the duller look that was taking hold of him. The ghost has abandoned him. An instinctive movement is halted as that went with his face expression. Being that he is home it shows well as his hand reached out to grasp his great sword. His head and eyes quickly scan about a second to take in what is what.

There isn't much to comprehend. He is sprawled porn on the ground with a lot of pain telling him that his last notion of pain must have meant he failed as a guard. He takes in Arya being present meaning she must have done alright without him. The fog is strange but sounds of combat are very real to him. As he takes note of Jonel and even Rosemary tells that the situation could be much worse.

With some suppressed pain, he rises to his feet. He isn't sure of what has happened, but he is sure that there is combat in the fog and him & his party are not in there. Meaning that it is best to take heed and use Arya's shield light to make tracks. He notes that Jonel is carrying Rosemary and she doesn't look good.

With a bit of effort as it seems his voice wasn't right there with him yet, he says in a lower voice, "We need to move." He has a feeling that Arya no doubt has the same idea. He hopes Rosemary has a few breaths left so we may move.

(This action probably is the next round.)

Jonel leans toward Arya and whispers, "what's the plan? I took a heck of a blow out there. One more and there'll be three on our backs." He looks to the West and sees the guy with the big sword rising. He would definitely be needed to escape this hell.

A surge of hope jolted through Arya as she spotted Manthis. Without a moment's hesitation, she plunged to her knees beside him. Channeling Pelor's miracle, her hands glowed with holy light, staunching the worst of his bleeding. Manthis's eyes fluttered open, his gaze landing on Arya's serene face, a beacon of good in the chaos. "We have to move, now!" she urged, her voice tight with urgency. " Manthis, Jonel, drag Rosemary away from the fog, I will heal her soon enough. We're leaving while we can!"

"I think we should head north. Travel far enough to not worry about these things. Find some ruin or at least a defendable clearing. Then, we can get the little one stabilised and have more heads to put together so we can make a plan." Jonthus picks up Rosemary, trying his best not to jostle her. He turns and looks north.

Wondering Manthis asks priestly Arya, "Can you doing anything fast for Rosemary?"

Edit: Ack. I found a spot, but it wasn't updated I think. ;)

Arya, her heart still pounding, gathered her scattered belongings near the dying campfire, her armor a heavy burden as she retreated with the party. Once they had put a safe distance between themselves and the undead, she knelt beside Rosemary, her expression a mix of relief and gratitude. "May Pelor's radiant blessing heal you, brave Rosemary," she said, her voice soft as she channeled her healing magic. Despite the blood seeping into her white robes, Arya remained composed. The wounds were painful, but not critical; her life was not in immediate danger.

Once the immediate danger had passed, Arya surveyed her companions, her voice laced with concern. "Is everyone alright? I can still dress wounds and apply bandages. However," she added, her tone weary, "further divine healing will have to wait until morning. My mind is too taxed to channel Pelor's power effectively after so many spells." She then attended to her own injuries, applying a simple bandage. A faint frown creased her brow; her once flawless skin, a gift from Pelor, would now bear a scar unless she healed it magically at dawn.

"I noticed one thing when we were attacked. The undead came from almost every direction, which leads me to think there could be undead all over the place. Not sure if whoever casted this curse did it over the whole area. I think our best bet is to recover as quick as we can, and then keep moving until the sun comes up."

"Also, my fog won't hold much longer."Jonel stares to the north uncomfortably.

Right now, each one of you can choose to say that you DID purchase a healer's kit in Hochoch when you passed through the town.

The halfling groans coming to as the group moves away from the campsite. "Arya, thank you so much. I'm sure I'd have been a meal in seconds." She looks around while rubbing her chest where she was sliced by the undead's blade. "We are leaving things behind and I think the night isn't our biggest friend at the moment." She points her finger at one of the larger trees in the area. "It may not be comfortable but perhaps we should rest up there. Besides, with the limbs and leaves for cover, it may save us needing a watch. Then maybe we can try to retrieve our gear in the morning."

"My only concern with that plan is being surrounded and having no way out but through. Our choices are rather limited at the moment though."