Tree Lords I

[agamotto]

Jeremy picks up his sword and sheaths it after wiping off the dust and dirt.

[Breila]

Babushka steps into the middle of the group. "Jeremy, before you do anything else. let me see to your wounds. I can't heal with divine blessing as Locky can, but at least I can stop the bleeding and give you a more restful sleep.

Could you others please make camp?"

[Jerrard]

"I... I..." Jerrard stammers, looking around a little lost, "The battle, her." He points to Malika, "It was easier when it was jusy me." His face drawn and ragged he nurses his wounds.

"You talk to him, I will not get in the way." Sounding distant and small he looks away. "You deal with this, as we agreed. I will make sure Ulster is ok."

Heading over to the man he stops by Malika. "Sorry." He says to the woman. His hand almost touching her arm. "Thuskar, shall we help him to the camp?" If he agrees they help him walk. "I wish I understood... Anything." He mutters.

[Jenara]

Are the horses still secure? Locky returns to camp alone.

[agamotto]

"No problem Ma'am, be right there." Jeremy adds as he walks over to Babushka.

[JadedDM]

Jerrard and Thuskar start readying a campsite. Locky finds that the horses and donkeys are still present, thankfully.

Lareth approaches the draconian prisoner and mutters something under his breath. The spell suddenly ends, for the draconian immediately begins struggling, only to find his arms and legs bound.

Lareth kneels beside him. "You will tell me what I wish to know, beast."

"@#$% you, elf," the Baaz responds eloquently.

In one quick flourish, Lareth draws his long sword which has an eerie blue glow to it, and slams it into the Baaz's shoulder.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiagggghhh!" the Baaz screams.

"That is correct," Lareth says casually. "That is a frostbrand. I understand the feeling of your own blood freezing in its wound is interesting, if not very painful. Or so I've been told."

"Alright, alright! I'll talk, I'll talk!" the draconian pleads.

Looking fairly pleased with himself, Lareth withdraws the blade, wipes it clean, and sheathes it. He nods to Babushka. "Patch it up, as well," he says, indicating the draconian. Turning back to his prisoner, he says, "Now then, where is your camp?"

"West!" the draconian says, still wincing in pain.

"Care to narrow that down any?"

"Look, I don't know!" the Baaz protests. "I'm not the cartographer. You killed him. I'm just muscle. I know we've been trampling through this forest for a good week, at least, and we've been mostly heading east."

"Very well then, who is your master?" Lareth asks.

The Baaz grins evilly at this. "A pair of dragons." He glances to Babushka. "Still want to go tracking 'em?"

Lareth frowns. "Greens, I take it? Probably a mated pair."

"Good guess," the Baaz replies.

[Breila]

"And what has been your mission?" Babushka asks as she binds the draconian's wound. "There are so few travellers in these realms, I am told, that I'm sure you have not been sent out to take any back to your masters."

[Jenara]

Locky mutters to herself for a moment, before making sure the animals are safe, then she sits quietly, asking Paladine for his aid.

(She will fill up with healing spells where she can)

[Jerrard]

Shaking his head, Jerrard sets about sorting the camp, while waiting for Malika and the others to return.

[HorizonsDream]

Imani lets out a small sigh as Jerrard walks off. She shakes her head and joins the gnome and elf with the Baaz. "Why would green dragons have an interest here?"

[JadedDM]

"We're just scouting," the Baaz says. "For what, or why, I don't know. We're just 'dumb Baaz,' they don't tell us anything. We dress up as elves, take some captive, then take them back to our masters so they can question them...about whatever. That's all I know, I swear!"

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Babushka makes a healing check on the Baaz (1d20): 3, pass. She restores (1d3): 2 HP.

(OOC: It will take Locky 70 minutes to regain all of her healing spells.)

[Breila]

"How often do you make captives, then?" Babushka asks.

[JadedDM]

The Baaz shrugs. "Maybe once a month or so? It's hard to find a group of elves small enough that we can take."

Lareth nods. "That's enough then. I'll interrogate it further once I turn it over to the proper authorities. For now, it will have to come with us." He grabs the creature's arm and forces him to his feet. "Up, let's go." He looks to Babushka. "I heard someone mention a camp. Let us proceed there."

[Breila]

Babushka points. "This way" and walks ahead back to camp.

[HorizonsDream]

Imani follows the group back to the camp. Once there, she walks over to Ulster. "Are you okay?" she asks.