Burning the dead

*The lone elf looked at the pile of dead bodies around Tivook Inn as he carried another to the pyre, pouring lantern oil on it he put a torch to the corpse's* fool humens never seem to learn , messing about with spells, dark lords, dragon gods and such *he muttered as he cut the the dead man down form the tree* Ha .. who am I to talk.. just a shipwrecked elf on an unknown earth body in an uncharted crystal sphere *grimly he tossed the body onto the flames* I've been in this land almost a 2 months .. been bitten, hit and chased by zombies gained a curse and a blessing ... never whould have guessed when I signed for a deep patrol out of Selun's tears in realmspace that I'd end up here *as he worked hauling the dead to the pyre and clearing the broken stocks and crosses from the road he remebered*
Three months out the Man-o-war Nightwind had been deep in the phlogiston when they spotted the Skro battle wagon.. the captian had ordered a pursuit corse and the chase was on. The Skro ship was larger but the fast elven Man-o- war was better armed and far more nibble as they traded bolts from heavy ballista the two ships fell toward the shell of an unknown sphere. They hit hard.. the port wing was badly damaged and the better armor of the battle wagon let the orcs get a ram against the elves the two were now locked in a floating pile of wreckage as the boarding parties fought across the decks the fires broke out.. as the last of the Skro died the captan ordered allhands to take to the two light fillters the ship used for scouting. The six of us left headed for the boats a falling mast felled the captan we tried to pull him free of the burning wreck but he was allready dead.
*Tanae looked up at the lights that had come out as the sun of this world sank* wonder how the others faired *the fire from the corpe pyres cast a red glow on Tivook Inn* this place can be vary rough... I need to find or make a better sword.. *he looked at the well used rapier, a good blade of low enchantment it had saved his life a few times.. but was of little use againest demons and there kin* *walking over to the war horse the ranger dug throuh the saddle bags till he found the blank book he had picked up in Dohral* guess its time to start wrighting some of this down *he said, laughing slightly to himself*

// ooc more a bit of back ground than anything , but this did take place in game today after the battle at Tivook Tanae did use firebomb's and oil to burn as many of the bodies as I could.. keeps the smell down >.>

Tanae walked through the streets of the human city, he had been to the college to see about a better weapons and found out much to his joy it seemed he had some talant for enchanting. Four days past he had been cleaning up the mess at Tivook and after that grizly work had gone east to the river to wash up and rest, after a heathy meal of eel's he had headed back to the inn. The trog's came out of no-where the elf tossed a fire bomb and tried to to retreat from the mass of stinking reptiles, fireing arrow's in to the swarm , four down then six , ten , fithteen. Haveing no-where to run Tanae drew his rapier and dirk fighting his back to a tree he killed six more but there mass was to great, the darkness took him.
Comeing too Tanae looked around, it was the cold place again, ice and snow as far as one could see. The pain he felt was real that was certin, he'd taken a bad beating from the trog's before falling. The white Slaad made its offer and he found him self on the docks, never get used to that, he thought as he made his way in to town
At the college the ranger had tried his hand at forgeing and smith work, he had some small skill true but not for what he needed to defend him self here, he had a fine bow and his woodworking skills should let him matain it, so he had gone to the enchanting room on the 2nd floor. Placeing his trusty rapier on the enchanting table he added a bar of mithral and cast the binding , the blade now had a keen and razer like edge, next a pair of diamonds made the blade seek and cut deep , finely two flasks of acid for a lasting wound that would not heal.
He completed his work and looked at the blade he had made, it glowed a vile green and driped venom , "bit nasty" he said to himself , then remebered the trogs "or maybe not"

//ooc was vary happy to be able to use the craft system to make a better sword for Tanae , and was hit by maga spwan of trogs just east of Tivook, just no way to fight clear sometimes *shrugs*