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The Terror says...

Targul wakes in one of the wagons. His short rest took him through the ceremony. As he wakes, his eyes are stung by the acrid smoke from the fire and he can't help but think in the back of his mind, "Mm, bacon… "

He notices the albino tiefling bard but will not make much of it. Being cast as an outsider for much of his life he tries not to cast judgment on anybody by the color of their skin but rather by the actions they perform.

He'll lend a hand with getting the caravan ready to move and will, of course, volunteer to take a shift through the long night.

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Having rested more of the time after the fighting Cratol will take up first watch and pace around the caravan to keep an eye out for any that may tempt fate by coming towards the wagons.

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Nyzahr will remain sitting close to the fire for most of the evening and through the best part of the night.

She is seemingly lost in thought, her set of carved Armorean Pipes resting on her lap, her hood covering most of her features once again… yet her body seems to pulsate and throb along with the flames.

About an hour before sunrise, she will abruptly stand and walk wordlessly into the darkness beyond the clearing.

Out of Character: : she will cast an invisibility spell if followed.

Edited: AshDrunbar on 31st Jan, 2017 - 2:43am

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The Quiet Shadow says...

Her brother having though she had still been asleep, Elyria had actually awoken in time to see the funeral procession and ceremony. She smiles at Lia, during her part but is surprised yet curious at the tiefling which had involved herself. She watches the dancing, and the music both from her and the accompaniment from Geoffroy.

The young squire was enchanted by the performance, moved by all that had taken placed. Yet, on it finishing up, sneaks back to where she had been before. Her brother joins her later, having taken one of the earlier watches before going to best to get a full rest and be ready for the morning. Tomorrow there will be much to prepare for, for the journey to continue..

Edited: Thomaslee on 31st Jan, 2017 - 3:04am

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Dawn approaches, and people begin rousing themselves and each other. The pyre is still sending a column of black smoke into the air. Those who tended it through the night arrive, carrying small sacks of ash retrieved from the heart of the fire. These are given to the women who you rescued not long ago. Shortly after, they're sent on their way, in three wagons of their own. They're making their way to Baldur's Gate, hopeful to leave all this behind them.

The caravan is all but ready to move. However, Sir Onthar requests that people join him first to discuss a matter of import.

When those coming have gathered, he says, "We still have seven prisoners in our care, and the question comes of what to do with them needs to be answered."

"The Lord's Alliance has granted myself, and a few others in my organization, the legal authority to judge and execute prisoners in the field if the circumstances warrant."

"We do not know what lies ahead, and it may be quite some time, if ever, that these seven see the inside of a courtroom. You have all seen and heard of the crimes committed by these men over the past several days, the death penalty is certainly justified by every legal code on the Sword Coast."

"My men spent time before the funeral interrogating them, using a Prayer to compel the truth. None could offer compelling reason to grant mercy. Their reasons for being here varied, but they each freely chose to take part. Can any offer an argument not to end their lives now?"

Edited: daishain on 31st Jan, 2017 - 4:51am

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Responding to Sir Onthar, "I see no need to encumber ourselves with the prisoners. You have the full authority of the Lord's Alliance and have done your due diligence. After hearing of the atrocities they committed, I can assure you few in the Harpes would object to execution."

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The Terror says...

Targul is filled with a sense of anger at the highway men. He's not sure where it comes from, but over the course of this life he's been pushed around and bullied to a large degree over his appearance and ancestry. Although these experiences feed into Targul's feelings of anger, he's not able to put his finger on them and articulate those particular thoughts.

With a stern look at Sir Onthar he simply says, "I don't know why you've tolerated them this long… " Having said his piece, he helps to make ready the caravan for this last day's journey to Greenest.

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The Shaper of Thoughts says...

Sar'ai had taken to sleep in the dead wizard's tent given the enchanted protection it provided as well as the chest within, which she fiddled with trough most of the evening until she finally passed out. Come dawn, she awakens refreshed and ready to apply what, if any, additional knowledge she gained from the lock that she studied through the night. Pulling out her tools she gets to work.

Out of Character: if she can't pick the lock, she would then search for Targul or Poljen, whichever she came across first to help her crack open the chest with their strength and a crowbar or something.

In Character: Once gathered by Sir Onthar, and listening to his proposal, the half-drow speaks up, "If we are certain they can be no more use, be it information or pack-mules, then I am in agreement that they'd be more of a burden and given they willingly participated in this atrocity, their lives are forfeit in my eyes." Sar'ai gives a wry grin, one that almost seems blood chilling, "Though, that is not very difficult to achieve."
She then turns to the others, "Targul and Chaleth seem to be in agreement, but I would assume the morninglord and blessed one of Sune would have a different opinion? And what if you, Onwen? Surely a fresh body to experiment on would be of use? Poljen? If you aren't bound by tedious things such as 'honor' and the like, I'm sure your blade would like a taste of blood in the name of justice, yes?"

Edited: Brandonfett on 31st Jan, 2017 - 2:03pm