Iron Ranger wrote:

Crawdad wrote:

Iron Ranger wrote:

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.
 

[Sigrun +200XP]

The stream looks very shallow, calf deep.

Oh, good. The first one.  

Sigrun will cross the stream and kneel down beside the prone man,  “I’ll see what I can do, but I promise nothing,” she tells Gundrabu.

Crawdad wrote:

Iron Ranger wrote:

Crawdad wrote:

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.
 

[Sigrun +200XP]

The stream looks very shallow, calf deep.

Oh, good. The first one.  
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[?huh  I've got you down for previous 275 + this 220 = 495 XP]
 

Tillak devours the meat, but is unable to rouse the sleeping barbarian.
[Does he save the last piece or eat it?]

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.

fireinthedust wrote:

ooc: I think Sigrun was the first to cross the river, thus getting the XP, not that it's the first XP Sigrun has ever gotten. Does that work?

Kondor isn't a bleeding boy, so are we talking about a different character?

Votin, I believe. 
 

The cleric is impressed with this Viking's skills. She works as quickly to save the young barbarian's life as if he were of her own clan. He will take much time to heal but he will live.

Night is upon you and neither moon has risen. The steady gurgle of the stream below seems louder.

Votin dreams of entering the world of spirits but the guiding light seems a little dim...kind of.

bald_headed_yeti wrote:

Votin dreams of entering the world of spirits but the guiding light seems a little dim...kind of.

The light extinguishes and Votin wakes under the night sky. Unimaginable pain shoots through his entire body. He writhes as two strangers hold him to the ground.

bald_headed_yeti wrote:

The pain is one that Votin has not experienced...he thrashes around...not able to move...as if being held back.

In a moment of lucidity, his vision clears and he manages to utter...

"Who are you?"

"Where are my ancestors?"

"I don't see them!"
 

“The Kraken has clutched you back from your ancestors, for I need your help. I am weak, famished, and I need to sleep. Watch over me” — Gundrabu looks alternately at Votin and Sigrun -+ “and if either of you have a bite of meal, give it to me.”

If neither are forthcoming with viands, Gundrabu will riffle through Votin’s belongings.

Gundrabu’s intention is to satisfy his stomach, then wrap himself in his furs and fall asleep right there.

Gundrabu places his hands within the pack, unless Votin makes to remove them with his axe.