Chapter 1 - The Beginning

Aelar growls in pain and responds with a swift stab with his rapier

Taft, seeing the enemies have been defeated quickly turns to Xadaria, seeing a hole in her armor with blood around it and the bloody spear on the ground, "Have you been hurt? How badly is it?" Concern is carved deeply into his expression.

After the last Bullywog falls, Aelar will look around for more enemies. Seeing that they're all dead his companions appear to be ok he will enter the bubble, "Are you ok Xadira?" he will say, walking over to her, "I was afraid we had lost you for a moment, I am so glad that I was wrong," he finishes, giving her a smile.

Seeing that she is ok, he will look to his own wound and, seeing that it's not too bad, will make an effort to clean and wrap it.

Not realizing what is happening in the bubble, Ütés, calmly walks over to retrieve her equipment. "A horrible performance!" she admonishes herself as she slings her pack over her shoulder and walks into the magic circle.

Seeing the others gathered around Xadaria she rushes over to join them. "Are your all right, my friend!?"

I look around at the carnage. There are parts everywhere. Unlike what happened back at the tavern, I have my wits about me this time. I blink a couple of times, but the scene doesn't get much better. Then I notice that most if the group is looking at me. "Oh! Well. I'm alright. Thought I was going to pass out for a moment, but thanks to Aelar I will be just fine! I just need... a moment..." I turn from the group and promptly vomit into the grass.

Aelar will turn away to give Xadira her privacy and a chance to put herself back together. After she's done he will look to the rest of the group, "Anyone else injured? I have a little bit of healing left if anyone needs it."

Seeing that Xadria is, physically, alright, as is Aelar, Taft walks over to the various bullywag corpses one by one and drags them into the hidden area of the bubble, soon only a few small spots of blood are left outside, he does his best to kick dirt over them to conceal the blood. "I think it best we rest a while longer to make sure we are up for travel, I think it best for all of us, just do not let your guard drop too much. This was a scouting party, and I don't believe any got away, so we should be fairly safe."

He retrieves his dagger, still within the frog that had been near him on the stump. "Ütés!", he calls, tossing the dagger to her, "For your troubles."

Crolwell will give a compassionate look, pick up a shred of Bullywog skin, and bend over and wipe the mouth of Xadira. He gives her a pat on the back and then turn around and announce "The hands of the gods are on us. They have blessed us with strength! And now with fish that we can eat!"

"That is quite alright, Crolwell!" I bat him away with one arm while I cast prestidigitation on myself yet again. At this rate, I'll need to bathe or cast 4 times a day to endure an acceptable level of cleanliness. "Rest out here? Again?"

"If we must rest let's make it quick, we don't know how long they're going to keep their prisoners around..." Aelar says sadly

"Prisoners aren't useful unless they're alive. I'm sure your friends are ok. But I agree, the quicker we travel the better."

Ütés catches the incoming dagger. "Thanks, Taft."

After closer inspection she realizes Crolwell's blow has rendered the dagger useless and tosses it to the side. "I'm glad he's on our side."

Hearing the discussion between the others about resting she says, "I think if Xadira has healed enough to travel then we should continue on. No point wasting time if there are no other injuries."

Seeing the dagger is useless Taft produces another from his cloak and calls to Ütés again and tosses her this new one. "Never travel without a dagger. I figure your group has learned that by now", he smiles at his own small joke.

"It seems you are in agreement, let us continue.", Taft says. He picks up his pin and you proceed down the bank of the river.

Crolwell will frown, disappointed.
"I don't have any dagger".
And then will continue after Taft.