Silver: May the Goddess watch over you
Fram: Come morning, you stretch and have a quick dry breakfast of hard tack and jerky. Barely washing it down with the rapidly emptying water skins on you
Fram: [1d20] -> [6] = (6)
** Fram follows Silver **
** Asha'man tries not to stretch too much **
Fram: What can I do to help?
Silver: Carry things and such
** Asha'man uses his Lay on Hands for the day on Nain (4 hp) **
Silver: Perhaps you know the way to the nearest town?
Fram: (rested for 12 hours)
Silver: If not, never mind then
** Fram shakes his head –
Fram: I don't know much past Norek...besides Tharp to the North
Fram: Cynar past that
** Nainnodel would put on make up but doesn’t have any anymore **
Silver: Wilderness Lore [1d20+8] -> [5,8] = (13)
Fram: and into Helyssa
Nainnodel: we never found our ogre
Silver: (found anything edible?) and wooden hehe
Asha'man: We do not need to kill him, he has fled
Fram: With ease - Silver finds a whole selection of Winter grasses still growing on the mountaintops
Nainnodel: not that one
Nainnodel: papa ogre
Nainnodel: Jurst or something like that
Asha'man: I thought you said he had been killed?
Fram: He poultices them and wraps Nain and Asha
Nainnodel: we heard him get whacked but we never found a body
Melian: if Jost is alive, I'm sure we'll meet up with him when the miners come to these caves
** Silver carries two small and long logs of wood **
Silver: You take the edible one Fram
Silver: Let's rejoin the others
** Asha'man thanks Silver for the help, adjusting the bandages slightly **
** Fram does too **
** Melian is considerably more worried than when she first entered the caves **
** Silver heads back to the cave **
Nainnodel: well if Jost is still in the cave they might want a refund
Silver: I see that you are awake Nain
Asha'man: Yes, I helped her. I just needed time to pray to Reann
** Nainnodel offers Silver a piece of metal cookware **
** Melian prays to Eissa to not take any of the party members yet **
** Silver rejects the metallic cookware, backing away **
DMMatt: As you pass it you notice a silvery script of Iruaric on the handle
** Asha'man remembered to thank Reann for preserving both his sword and life ;-) **
Melian: hm?
Silver: Well we got some food to eat, or rather grass
Nainnodel: [1d20+2] -> [15,2] = (17) INT hoping it doesn’t blow her up

** Silver stuffs the grass into Nain and Asha'man **
DMMatt: THIS time you pronounce the script perfectly (as opposed to last time with the Rod:)
** Asha'man swallows the makeshift meal **
DMMatt: "Grub!" you translate
DMMatt: and soon the metal pan grows warm in your hands
DMMatt: make me a FEAR check add CON to a D20
Melian: (all of us?)
DMMatt: just Nain...
Asha'man: (+4 to the check - Pally Aura)
Nainnodel: [1d20-1] -> [9,-1] = (8)
DMMatt: so 12
DMMatt: The pan drops from numb hands as Nain flashes back to the Rod-incident
DMMatt: It clangs loudly and jolts her back
DMMatt: Soon another day passes and all is well...
DMMatt: [1d20] -> [12] = (12)
** Silver tries to calm her **
Nainnodel: so what’s the plan
** Asha'man splits his healing between Nain and himself, to speed recovery **
Nainnodel: (I’m healed)
DMMatt: All of your wounds are healing rather well from healing magic
Asha'man: (oh well then =P)
** Silver does so as well, to further speed up the healing **
Nainnodel: caves or Norek?
Melian: let's go back to town now...
Melian: maybe the festival is still going on!
Asha'man: Well, perhaps just a quick look at the remaining caves?
Nainnodel: i wouldn’t mind finding Jost’s body plus we need a sample of rularon still
Asha'man: If he's still here, we would be breaking our oath
Melian: what happened to those earrings you had?
Nainnodel: vaporized
Melian: oh...
Silver: Then to the other caves then
Melian: if we find enough, maybe we should keep a sample for ourselves
** Asha'man looks over the cookware for a large pot lid (makeshift small shield) **
Nainnodel: well at least for us
Nainnodel: won’t do the druid or the paladin any good
Melian: I would like to study some of the metal
DMMatt: As you reach this room the stink assaults you
Asha'man: Whew!
** Asha'man coughs slightly **
DMMatt: Looking inside you notice it must be the sleeping quarters of the younger Ogres
DMMatt: you are sure nothing is here now
** Nainnodel hears nothing heh **
** Fram adds to his map **
DMMatt: Pelts and broken casks litter the room
DMMatt: Highest SPOT gets the note
Nainnodel: oops [1d20+5] -> [11,5] = (16) spot
Melian: [1d20+1] -> [9,1] = (10)
** Melian rips some of the pelts and keeps it for future spell components **
Asha'man: [1d20+1] -> [17,1] = (18)
Silver: help i guess [1d20+3] -> [18,3] = (21)
Asha'man: (curses, almost)
Silver: Well Asha'man
Asha'man: Yes?
** Silver slowly pulls out the chain **
Silver: If you don't mind...
Asha'man: Mind what, exactly?
Silver: Here's your solution
** Silver smiles **
DMMatt: The fine Chainmail is soiled as the Ogres have @#%$ in it for many months
Nainnodel: (heh)
Asha'man: Ugh... I think I will pass. I prefer to travel light
Silver: Well if you washed enough, the stench will go over
Asha'man: A full Chainmail armour set would be too heavy, and restrict my movements
Asha'man: Thanks for the consideration, though
** Silver laughs a little **
Silver: (nah, besides its metal!)
** Silver drops the Chainmail aside **
DMMatt: the suit of metal links 'chinks' as it lands