As the fading light disappears, the overcast sky releases flurries of snow that plunge through the burnt out ceiling, falling onto Malak and his carcass (nearly carved), Emral and his melted harp (now half-covered in a thin sheen of frozen pool water), and the room in general...temperature plummeting...no fire lit...no food cooking...

Proved, as a strange blue haze crackles at the edge of the northern sky.

Iron Ranger wrote:

fireinthedust wrote:

ooc:  maybe use quotations for clarity?  And ooc/ic, too?

Huh?

So the GM knows if it’s you or Malak, and we avoid confusion.

Iron Ranger wrote:

fireinthedust wrote:

ooc:  maybe use quotations for clarity?  And ooc/ic, too?

Huh?

So the GM knows if it’s you or Malak, and we avoid confusion.

achiriaco wrote:

I test out the warm wolfskin

It's a bloody mess but it blankets you.

“I... eww. I’m going to try using the fluffy side. Maybe we should wash off the goo in the pool?”

Did Olo have a cloak or a towel?

Emral goes to the cauldron/fireplace, takes some ashes, and puts the soot all over the bloody side of the skins. The intent is to absorb the mess. He tears off a bit of his cloak's hem and wipes the bloody ashes away into the pool.
When it's as clean as he can get it, he takes the fur and brings it and their things over to the fireplace area.

"Good work, Malak. We just might survive tonight!  Let's see if we can light the lantern, so I can study my sigils, and we'll be ready for tomorrow."

Darkness envelopes the church. The night will be long.
The lamp burns against the frozen air, flicking over the magic words in Emral's book. 
Wind gusts whip through the broken out front doors of the chapel and through the burned out doorway to find you both huddling under your wolfskin, glad to be out of the snow in the chapel, though stray flurries do rain in the high broken out windows above. 
The table is burned to ashes.
The empty pot hangs in the fireless fireplace.
The closed wooden door in the north corner remains closed.
 

Emral writes the magic onto his mind, but sleep evades him. The day is yet young although darkness has fallen. Darkness reigns in Nightfall. Sleep could be 8 to 10 hours off still.

The battle with the wolves has taken its toll, Emral is slowly on the mend under the pelt, but cold, dry, iron rations only go so far...but the bleeding is beginning to clot finally.