<div class="floatright">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/ID-100230335_zpswp4fgb0z.jpg)</div><strong>Charlotte (wearing leather armor), Jocelyn &amp; Gerard<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Newgate city - Inn of the Hero and the Mug - Dining Area<br/><strong>Date and Time: Day 2 - Dinner Time<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.msg12963465#msg12963465">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 07-02-2017, 18:17:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tim felt another rush of adrenaline satisfaction to see his missiles land and took down a gnoll in the barrage! He watched as others dealt with gnolls in remaining group and saw they were doing fine....but Greg charged boldly forward and sliced on gnoll in front of him in two and he shouted; "Go Greg!" But then suddenly two remaining gnolls caught Greg off guard and cut neatly his both legs! The sight of blood of a comrade made him feel nauseous.....but also angry as others continued attack gnolls which now flanked Greg, he launched a angry firebolt at one the gnolls, helping bring it down and soon gnolls were down. As villagers cheered, he did not pay attention to them as he moved proceed to Greg where Charlotte was already taking care of him....or at least trying to.<br/><br/>As Tim arrived, he saw Greg's already glassed over eyes and as Charlotte cried he knelt down and gently closed Greg's eyes and he said to Charlotte; "Reason why you cannot heal him....is because he is already dead. The trauma and blood loss likely killed him almost instantly." Even in basic RPG's you cannot bring dead person back with just curing spells, a ressurection or raise dead type of magic are needed and he doubted Charlotte had that kind power yet granted to her. His words were calm but were loaded in restrained emotion, he was stating just the facts as usual but they lacked the usual enthuiasm what he has when he explains things. He placed comforting hand on Charlotte's shoulder.<br/><br/>As Kristina showed up he looked up to her, corners of his eyes had moisture as he said; "Greg died before we could help him, the gnolls are bound securely?" He felt his heart and body trembling and his eyes felt burning, but Tim struggled contain his resolve and nerves in the dangerous situation. More so they have two captured gnolls thanks sleep magic and thus be valuable source of information in regards local gnoll activity or information is there more of them around.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Charlotte took both of her hands and hit Tim on his chest. "Shouldn't I be able to bring him back? Why don't I know those things? Shouldn't I know them! What's the point in this 'magic,' if I can't help him." She stopped hitting him and slumped into his chest.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12964076#msg12964076">Quote from: Kathyan on 07-02-2017, 23:57:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Since the arrival of the gnolls things had rushed out and Jessica was a bit confused about everything. It all had been so sudden, the fight, the departure or Greg and she felt so bad about it, even her last memories about him the night before were so blurry now that she couldn't remember anything of it and he was gone. Why did she had to let him die, damn if everyone had not been so coward as to protect themselves before running behind to safe spots and attack from a distance maybe he could still... bah she wasn't by his either when he needed her the most and she felt so bad about it, her knives and sword were still so eager to cut down one of this creatures, and she still could as two were captured alive but that wouldn't bring him back.<br/><br/>Completely hopeless she didn't stepped forward, her bow slowly slipped off from her hands and fell into the ground and she didn't even bothered to pick it up. She was not the type to pray for or pay tribute to the fallen, she had not done it before and she wouldn't start now, she only turned around and headed to the inn not talking to anyone in the way but just touching the hilt of her sword thinking she should have been closer to help, yet she would never stay still like a sitting duck, so many things to ponder about and the multitude cheering around didn't make things easier. She swore then inside of her that if any one of those stupid cheering villagers dared to speak to her in that moment she would gut him or her whoever it was. The brave Gregory had fell and even if they won this was a victory she could not celebrate. Her silence and loneliness as well as a high desire for vengeance being the only tribute she could pay to him, maybe she could name a ship after him, they both wanted one, this way she would always have a way to remember him by.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>More patrons started to stream out of the Inn of the Hero and Mug. Emotions were mixed between celebration, horror and awe. Cautiously, however, Jocelyn approached the group from behind and whispered, "I think you should get her back into the Inn quickly. Also, I believe there is something more you should see. It is best to talk of these things out of the public where the walls have less eyes and ears."