(IC) The End or the Beginning?
"I took an arrow along the ribs, Landor, if there is any of your god's healing to spare," Lyrian says. "Olidammara's Luck, Gar, you are tougher than a granite oak!" she adds to the half-orc, amazed at the punishment he took from the hobgoblins and still remained standing. "You grow tougher by the day."
Lyrian was still overwhelmed by the choices of magic to prepare, and hadn't readied the one that let one see magical auras. She would have to hope that Roywin had such a thing, or else examine them with freshly-bespelled eyes tomorrow. "I can't tell if aught is magical today, but it seems our foes were well-prepared. Does that seem odd to anyone else? Why so many for one farmhouse? Was there someone inside that they hated?" Lyrian and her ferret, Ingrid, begin to carefully search the house and the items belonging to the dead, trying to see if any clues remained she could see without disturbing anyone.
OOC: Lyrian is still down 8hp from being arrowed. She will search around for anything odd/unusual. Hidden items. Notes around the home or concealed in a boot or something, etc.
04:06, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 21 using 1d20+6. Ingrid Search check.
04:06, Today: Lyrian Swift rolled 26 using 1d20+15. Search check