Beasts says nothing but frowns at the sight.
"I'm for going further north and taking out the orcs."
ooc: Did we ever get that map of the area?
Oliron takes his spare shirt from a sack in his cart. Walks over to the head and covers it with the shirt. He looks to the sun with squinted eyes, in silent prayer for a moment. Then grabbing a shovel, quickly digs a small hole to bury the head in.
Oliron doesn't speak or look at the others while doing all this. His face has a blank expresion. Oliron waits impatiently for the party to decide on the next direction. Figuring the Namdar or someone will pick up a trail or think of a good idea.
Feeling like running off into the woods screaming for any orcs to come and fight him. Oliron things better and holds his ground, remembering he could put everyone at greater risk with his act.
Beast looks over at what Oliron does. It confuses him, he scratches his head and then looks at the surrounding forest to see if anyone happens to be cooking deer meat.
* The site gives Krusten a feeling of doom and gloom. She goes off by herself a bit as she tries to imagine what might have taken place before. Anger and hate wells up in her but she does not show it to the others except by her sudden outburst. *
Let's kill the animals!
Lionel doesn't say a word, he understands and respects Oliron for what he is doing, and wishes the same could have been done for his family and people. Lionel hears Krusten's words, and shaking his head, he says to her softly with the sorrow clear in his words, "Be careful"¦ we cannot let own anger at the pain and suffering these orcs have caused cloud our judgment and actions".
ooc: Oh, Lionel rolled a 44 on a 1d100, for the morning, and if applicable now or anytime soon rolled an 8 on a 1d100 for noon time.
In hearing about treasure and gold, Amaruil merely shrugs and then nods at Lionel for his words. She then looks over at what Oliron was doing, raising an eyebrow.
"Is this wise, I wonder? What if those beasts come around this area when we are gone and realize someone is... Daring them, in a way? It would surely be best to take them by surprise, I think, and not make our presence known?" she says, keeping the attitude.
Pundit bows his head and says a prayer. He then goes off away not willing to get into an argument about Oliron's gesture.
ooc: I agree, we should have some kind of map.
SA: I say we keep moving and not dwell here chatting.
Without looking at the scene more closely just yet, Namdar ties his horse to a suitable tree or object, and slowly approaches the farm and watches as the head is buried, and the others make their thoughts known, and react in their own way.
He looks at the definite orc spear, then the burnt buildings, and grits his teeth and knocks the spear to the ground. "We need to check the buildings for anything useful or any survivors. Fan out but hurry, then we go. We'll have Skedvick check around, but from the looks of this brutality, it isn't going to be hard to pick up their trail." he gruffs, heading off to a blackened husk of a building, with Skedvick stalking around the perimeter looking for directionality of movement away from the wasted farm.