[1d6]=3

“By Ullr’s hoary balls,” Sigrun muttered under her breath at the sight of the ormr. Was her god so pitiless against her, she thought? Stoic still, the Viking pointed to trail west that would take everyone to her campsite beyond the southern ridge. “Follow me. Hopefully the ormr will stop to eat the rest of the dead beast men and not chase us.”

With that Sigrun lopes away, throwing a glance over her shoulder at both the giant lizard beast and the others.

Sigrun crouchs and slowly backs away until it is safe to turn and run quietly back to the group. “The great beast is back. We must leave, now!”

Sigrun eyes the barbarian she had laid flat with some amusement as he vents.  When he is done, she eyes him cooly while replying to all of them.  "I follow the game for much of my needs, so I have no need for cave or cabin.  I was about to make a lean to when the beast men came 'round.  I've done what I could for Votin here, stitching his mighty wounds with flax thread and applying poultices to draw out any poisons or infections.  To move him any further would rip his wounds open.  When the sun rises we shall know if your friend lives or dies.  Right now, there is only a fire.  If everyone agrees, I shall go and check my traps and hunt for game to eat."

OOC: If Sigrun has any roots, tubers, nuts, berries, and/or jerky, she'll hand over her bag for them to  share.  I'm sure she has a skin of water or some harsh fermented brew.

1d12: 4

Crawdad wrote:

”…I will stay and watch over you two.”

Sigrun is on the alert for external threats as her two charges rest, her spear ready to be brought to bear.
 

After assisting Gondrabu with the near dead barbarian in getting him down from the steep slope, Sigrun helps the man get comfort and rests on her haunches. “I would rather us find a place not so exposed, but he should not be moved. He needs rest, and sleep. We will no in the ‘morrow if the gods favor him with life.  You sleep as well, Gondrabu. I will stay and watch over you two.”

Iron Ranger wrote:

Sigrun crosses the stream and runs up the steep incline of the north ridge to the cleric and fallen barbarian. The cleric cradles the dying boy's head clearing the airway from the heavy flows of blood.
[But what exactly does the viking do?]

Sigrun will attempt to staunch the flow of blood, suture his wounds, stuff them with herbs and medicinal plants to stave off infection. Anything she can do to help stabilize him.

Iron Ranger wrote:

Crawdad wrote:

Sigrun approached him and the man prone on the ground, or what was left of him. There was just a flicker of life still within, just barely. “Let me look and I will see if there’s anything I can do.”

OOC: Is there anything Sigrun can do? Sewing wounds shut with catgut and bone needle/hook? Stuffing wounds with chewed plants that would both coagulate blood and fight infection?

Sigun stands before the stream looking over to the cleric kneeling before the fallen barbarian. She touches her satchel, glad to have bought it from the camp, and ponders how to cross the water.

Sigrun will first look for a shallow section to ford. If none is available, is there a canoe on her side of the stream? Maybe a fallen tree that has spanned some of the stream? Barring any of these, she will then divest herself of shield, bow, arrows, spear and outer furs and cross where she thinks is best.
 

Sorry I didn’t see this earlier. I live in Lynchburg, so maybe something can happen. You know others that can play?

It was strange, she thought, talking to humans again. It had been many winters since the last of her hunting party had died.

“Come to my camp and I’ll get the fire going again. I’ll help you with your brother.” Sigrun will help Tillak drag Kondor over to the small ring of stones in the middle of the clearing. Then she will crouch low to the fire and breathe life to the embers, keeping the two within sight.