Chapter 1: Year 1281, Summer

Stitch stabs into the new gorbatdog, and with a single burst of action, sends the creature down to its knees, and then onto its face where it lies without the rise and fall of slobbery breath it had a moment ago.

Vlur moves between ML and the melty looking creature, taking a defensive position. However, as soon as he moves, ML ducks between his legs and fires off a wicked blast of eldritch energy that slams into the melty creature, knocking square into its mouth. The melty creature thumps to the ground, also dead.

Combat over.

Marie-Louise, as you inspect the half-orcs, you see much the same as Stitch saw earlier. They are mumbling incoherently and they do indeed have some injuries. Stitch, as you take another look, they don't seem to have any additional wounds. You figure it's not likely that the wounds they suffered were related to the gorbatdogs' deaths. It seems like they have injured themselves in their madness.

Tolwir, you don't seem to hear anything or see anything that would reveal the little weird creatures.

Between Stitch and Tolwir, you manage to get the half-orc up in a sloppy carrying position. His limp weight makes the prospect difficult, but not unmanageable.

Vlur nods at Marie-Louise. Of course little miss. I'll make sure this vile bastard doesn't do anything to further hamper us. he says, pulling his mask in place before leaning down to the small man. Keep your mouth shut and you'll leave here with us. Open it without direction, and I'll see to it that all the creatures here have a taste of you to restore balance. he says in a cold whisper.

Marie-Louise, when you grab his hand, the half-orc doesn't really respond. However, when you tug on him, he does shuffle forward slowly. A moment later, however, he trips over a piece of rubble that Marie-Louise easily avoided. It's clear that while he may be mobile, he's not aware of anything around him.