Jonias sighed as the battle quieted. While Dr. Wicker tended to the recently revived half-orc, and Westra and Euron surveyed the damage, Jonias instead started to methodically go from house to house. The elf approached those structures that looked to be in the most danger of worsening the condition of the town before advancing on to others.
The Evereskan still remembered the aftermath of the phaerimm invasion of his city. It's why the antiquarian was out and about and not holed away in a library basement. There was a time to grieve and contemplate the fate of the world later. For now the elf kept cool and started to search for survivors, if any, of the attack.
The elf tapped his shoulder, Beryllium's form returning to normal spectrum of vision could be seen sniffing the air. "Fly around Beryl, and look for signs of survivors."
Jonias and Beryllium will make whichever appropriate checks of Perception and Investigation to first search for survivors, but if he spots an opportunity to stop say a fire from spreading, or saving a structure, he will move to do so.
While no stranger to death, from Catriona’s perspective, Wolfe had been resuscitated (similarly to someone who has had a cardiac arrest or a drowning) but where there were no goblin jumper cables (XL), there was the sublime might of Father Sand. A few seconds more and this entire group would have suffered the loss of a pivotal mainstay. Not to mention the doctor would have lost a hard-earned friend when such was an absolute rarity for her.
Despite that, the day was not short on carnage, violence and death of innocents. The air was thick with the scent of catastrophe, ash and fire. Again, she unfortunately had seen worse; though this was bringing back memories.
Straightening her spectacles on her face, she glanced over at the giant Mechawolf remains when Wolfe mentions Lyla’s fate, then her eyes drift back over to regard him.
(https://i.imgur.com/hZ8AT87.gif)
“Umm… I am the only one able to extinguish the fires before they fully destroy these homes or spread to other structures.” Given her estimation, there was a possible likelihood that indeed the blazes could continue on and destroy more of the village.
“Once that is done, I will be free..um. To do other things. Hellmouth exploration or something less...precarious...” she offered, still somewhat covered in residual frost and pearl blonde locks holding onto some small icicles.
Time was actually of the essence, so the doctor moved to the nearest conflagration and goes about exerting herself with considerable effort to use her bizarre powers over air and gravity to suffocate it.
Methodically, she will go fire to fire, extinguishing them before things eventually escalate.
(https://cdn.firstwefeast.com/assets/2015/11/fuego.gif)
(https://steamcdn-a.akamaihd.net/steamcommunity/public/images/items/289420/0eb5b24b2dc915c07012145c58976b6013bfb539.jpg)
The town fell to an eerie silence after the battle. The thick smell of acrid smoke mixed with the coppery scent of blood was something not entirely unfamiliar to most of the Watch. If the crackling flames were not present to remind the group that this was indeed the present, it would seem as if the landscape was frozen in time. Even as the group surveyed the area and went to work on dousing the flames, no other people emerged, the sounds of the nearby wilderness were absent, even the wind did not seem to blow (which Doctor Wicker would be thankful for).
The flames were handled without any major issues, though several buildings were already lost to the flames. The general store burned with a fury not seen on the other homes, the entire structure completely lost in a matter of minutes. A second home was also lost to the flames, Baldarich’s home was saved, less the western wing of the home, and Vince’s home was extinguished without much damage.
As those of the Watch set out to find and assist survivors, those in the remaining homes emerged tentatively. Eric assist in searching for others, rounding most of the townsfolk up before the others began searching. The man quickly proved his salt in organizing and calming the panicked people. Wolfe found no response at the door of Stoheim when he was searching for the blacksmith, and the man did not seem to be with the other survivors.
“Where is Vadim?! A man was yelling at Eric. “I cann’t find him anywhere! He was in school with Baldarich!”
Eric patted the man on the shoulder. “Vince, we will find him. Vadim is a smart lad, I am sure he is holed up somewhere safe.” He extricated himself from the man and approached Westra. “Captain Goldbrook, we have had one additional fatality: Sajit, the old shopkeeper. Seems she did not make it out of her shop when the explosions occurred. We also have a missing child: Vadim, age twelve. Brown hair about ye big.”
Beryllium and the rest of the group were unable to locate the lad, though the small dragon was able to locate what at first appeared to be a cellar to the old manor behind Baldarich’s home. The steps and ground were cracked open and the fissure appeared to lead down into the same darkness as the other two long chasms.