Quasi Dungeons and Dragons

(that what I was going to say)

(naw they knew what I meant, we knew what they were after, my b.s. was an attempt to get them to leave the area for fear of a much worse fight yet to come by the new owners potentially saving future villagers etc, shrug, was lesser of 2 evils)

(So how are you getting us all out of here?)

(Graft can heal, so he'll be first, I think all you guys just need to be woke up or brought back to consciousness)

Grahf and Snerp and Eikka all have healing. Eikka has prayer of healing. Ten minutes and everybody gets 4-18 hp restored. Of course grahf has lay on hands for the couple of Hit points each to walk away immediately.

[Roberts Deception Check: d20 (5) - 1 = 4]

Morgantha smiles: Sure thing, but you are getting ahead of yourself. I say payment and penance. I have the payment... she reaches out and takes hold of the silvered shortsword. Now is time for your penance.

She heads over to the oven set in the wall. She faces Roberts and places a wrinkled hand on her sagging chest, in feigning insult.

She reaches into the oven and pulls out one of the hand-sized meat pies and walks it over to Roberts.

(+1... ewww. Dude eating that pie might make you evil enough for ur soul to be harvestable by the harpy. But it's either eating it or it's a wipe 😂.)

(*woops, hag, not harpy 😂.)

Morgantha: Ismark died in the heat of battle, a causality of his own short-sightedness. Nor was the insult his. If I could cram this pie down that annoying gnome's throat I would, but I can't, so you must be his proxy. Their deaths, or your debasement. Which is it, mercenary?

The pastry looks and tastes like a small mincemeat pie. Once consumed, Roberts falls into a deep trance where he dreams of some joyous place from his childhood. The dream is vivid and believable, and leaves him with a longing to return to that place, either in person or via the dream of the pastry.

When Roberts emerges from his dream-trance (and the rest of the party regains consciousness), they find themselves outside the windmill, near where they have secured their horses. Ireena is with them, with tear-stained eyes.

(welp the best laid plans of.......let's move on and get Ireena to her final destination)

@Buddamoose @TheDreadPirateRoberts @kindertina @earth 

What happened? Did we win? Where are the children? this last is spoken with more urgency.

(Also, I'm going to give Roberts inspiration for saving the party and having to endure all that)

@Buddamoose @TheDreadPirateRoberts @kindertina @earth @Drafterman 

This place is not safe. We must find a place to camp. In the meantime I cast prayer of healing.

Eikka meditates serenely for 10 minutes, summoning healing magics that wash over the group.

[Pray of Healing: 2d8 (6,6) + 4 = 16 HP healed]

(I'll revert back to sword and shield)

Do we know of a place to camp for the night?

(You tell me)

(I don't think the village is that far, and we have horses.  The idea of camping near here or out in the open doesn't sound like a good one)

WELP. We can just burn down the windmill and get Ismark's corpse. If we find [True] Resurrection we can bring him back. I (attempt?) To console Ireena.

(We are heading for Valiki, that makes the village we just left behind us and Eikka will always vote to go forward.)

(I thought about burning the place down as well, but I think for now, that might give us a lot of unwanted attention.  Once we gain a couple more levels or npcs we could come back, but for now we should just forget it and push on.)

( We need to burn the place down so the hags can't make more pies. We should long rest after anything, and I would like to kill them if anything.)