The Longest Night

[*Selebius]

"I will be alright. Secure the area, please."

A quick glance at the creatures then Norman makes his way to the dog, trying to stabilize the creature before casting his last cure spell on himself.
He feels the pain, sees his armour in shreds and once again he realizes in what danger they had been. Pushing this thoughts back he focuses on his task again, swallowing some bitter bile that rose in his throat, trying to calm his laboured breathing.

(( Heal Check: Roll 13, modifier +4, ranks 7 for a total of 24, spell cast: cure moderate wounds CL 5))

[*LiquidDreamer]

Thist looks around to make sure there aren't any more surprises than walks over to the two. He reaches inside his robe for a couple of healing kits which he gladly volunteers to try and save Ben.

[*Midnight]

Their foe, seemingly determined not to go down without a fight lets out a battle cry in some gutteral language and lunges forward and despite, or perhaps because of Norman's ducking and diving its blade pierces his chest, a few inches to the right of his heart. The cleric feels blood flow and his weapon and armour begin to feel heavy as his vision begins to blur.

[*Darkrob]

Knowing that he cannot step in and become a second target ,as it's his arrows that have the best chance of taking it down, he notches and fires two more at the creature

///unmodified 18 and 4

[*Midnight]

Norman probably does not know as much about canine physiology as that of a humanoid, but he manages to stop the bleeding. Ben whimpers he is still in pain and will require carrying but the stitching across the deep gash will stop him from bleeding to death. The magic closes Norman's wounds and he feels better able to carry himself and walk the pain lessens.

They stand in a dangerous place spells depleted and one of them heavily wounded.

[*Selebius]

"We need to find shelter. I need to rest and then pray to regain my spells. Tomorrow I will be able to heal him...", rests his hand on the dog's fur gently " and myself fully."

[*Midnight]

Ben heavily bandaged by both John and Norman lets out a wounded whimpering sound. Things still scuttle in the shadows. Nothing dares approach them though, they are safe. For now.

[*Selebius]

Norman looks around, trying to find some shelter- be it a somewhat intact house, some ruins they might be able to defend or even an inn, should they be that lucky.

"Thist, please carry Ben... John and I can still fight should we be attacked again. Lets move!"

[*Darkrob]

John takes the lead in the search for a safe place to rest. His bow is out and arrows are notched at the ready. He watches the ground looking for tracks and trails. Rest would be better found in an area with little activity.

////While I can't give you numbers, I know his tracking is maxed and he has skill focus survival - expert tracker.

[*LiquidDreamer]

"Got it. Someone take my trusty staff." Thist hands the staff to a volunteer and gently picks up Ben. "Let's get moving at least. I at least want whoever wants to eat me to get a work out."