<div class="floatright">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/aging21n-5-web_zpso4huqomx.jpg)</div><strong>Jocelyn, Charlotte<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Inn of the Hero and the Mug<br/><strong>Date and Time: Day 2 - After the Gnoll Battle<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All PCs<br/></strong></strong><hr/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12964668#msg12964668">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 08-02-2017, 04:21:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tim received Charlotte's fist barrage calmly and he replied to her; "Same reason I could not cast fireball or able fly in air, you cannot yet raise people from death. If your even capable doing so besides healing, you just need grow stronger able to do perform greater divine miracles as cleric. I saw you sprinkle water and I felt magic from it help others. So you do have magic, but it needs grow." Albeit Tim's words may be logical, but he feels Charlotte more needs someone to hit and cry upon and so he served as shoulder to cry on. He noticed Jocelyn approach and hearing her words he nods and gently pulls Charlotte up from the ground and guides her gently towards the inn. Silently nodding and gesturing for others to follow as well. He says to Jocelyn; "Try arrange funeral for Greg or how you deal with champions who die in your town?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Charlotte continued to sob on Tim as she was guided inside.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12964902#msg12964902">Quote from: Doomblade403xxx on 08-02-2017, 06:11:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Alistair heads down to the party to see if he could render some manner of aid, and by the time he gets there he realizes that the grand illusion is over for Greg. The party as a whole looks somber and Charlotte seems to be taking it worse than the others with her face buried in his chest sobbing. He let's Timothy pull her to her feet and lead her to the inn as the others are still frozen in place. Likely shocked by the mortality of the situation and the pangs of hopelessness they feel. Alistair can honestly say he feels the same way. The one man who had the best chance of molding the group into something resembling a team is dead and bleeding on a muddy street in a land they've never heard of before. <br/><br/>"Go inside...I'll clean him up and get him prepared for burial." You get the idea this isn't the first corpse he's seen, and probably won't be the last. "Have Joselyn send out some hot water and rags. Perhaps some clothes to bury him in."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Jocelyn nodded to Alistair and let him get to his work. In a low voice, she told Tim, "You are correct to say Champions that died. Did you not notice that the redhead, Molly, I think was her name, was not with you in battle. I think you need to come upstairs to see what I am talking about."<br/><br/>When the party went upstairs, they saw that Molly was laying in her bed. Like Vara and Courtney, Molly had no apparent blood loss. Her eyes were wide open. It was difficult to tell whether her eyes were wide because of shock, awe, surprise, or fear. Her skin color had changed to an empty, hollow-looking grey, as if she was a husk of her former selves. She was not breathing and there were no apparent wounds on her body. Somehow, life had been extinguished from her.<br/><br/>Charlotte wailed, "Oh my God! We're getting picked off two by two! And we can't do anything about it! I don't want to die!"