Eranah noticed the damage that Lammy had sustained, but as the druid turned into a bird and flew away almost immediately there was nothing she could really do at the moment until the druid was closer. Instead she decided to focus her efforts on getting rid of some of the archers which plagued the group. Hoping at least one might be killed or moved. The fire that the lava missile had created on one of the hobgoblins spread to more of his body so she focused on another of the archers. She came out from cover just long enough to acquire a target and cast a bolt from her hands. This bolt was made of pure sunlight, casting shadows in directions opposite of itself as the spell found its mark. Eranah hoped the combination of spells might at least lessen the morale of the assaulting force if not cause them to flee. If nothing else the sudden beam of bright light might just prove a distraction to their enemies.

Goblin and Paladin struggled on the ground, the goblin managing to free one arm even as his ribs began to give way under the relentless pressure of her legs, and made good use of it, digging into her belt for the silver dagger she had left there and raised it for a finishing blow. She didn't give him the chance, slamming the crown of her helm into his jaw with a sickening crunch. The goblin reeled backwards, spitting out black and shattered teeth, only to be rocked back again as she worked her arm free and slammed her fist into his face. The dagger slid out of his hands and into her own, only to be driven home into the goblin's heart a moment later. She withdrew the blade and thrust again, this time into his throat. The goblin gurgled wetly, then fell to the side, leaving a long, red streak across her armor. She shoved the corpse aside and snatched up her fallen sword, raising it to guard as the Captain rushed to avenge his fallen warrior. "SoH ghob boqta' mang Heghpu' luj, juH ghoS!" She barked at him. She was pretty sure she had gotten the point across as they closed for a second round, this time with no one to interrupt them.

The Captain, took a moment to evaluate her situation. He dropped his shield and removed his visored helms to reveal the red savage face underneath. He had coarse black hair, a clean scar that ran through his left eye and just passed his flat upturned nose, and long white fangs bearing up from his mouth. Slowly he raised his sword towards his archer and yelled in common with a clipped tone, " No more blood, spare him." Korick paused, he could have hit the last archer at that moment, as Eranah's divine magic left him wide open. But he paused, and shouted back, "Drop the sword, and we can talk!" as he kept a bead on the archer. The captain nodded, and dropped his blade. Korick nodded, and as a show of good faith let down his bow. They slowly started making their way towards each other. While Beth crouched and got ready to pounce. When they were two strides away from each other the captain made his move. He reached for his belt dagger and lunged forward. Before Korick could draw his own dagger and respond, Beth slammed into the hobgoblin. Suddenly he turned into a giant ragdoll between the bear's great maw and crushing limbs. In two motions Beth bit him around the head, lifted him off his feet, then slammed him back down on the hard dry earth cracking his neck and leaving him stone dead. Beth dropped him and reared back on her hind legs and roared in to the sky while goblin blood dripped from her claws and a wound on her side. The sight was enough to send the remaning archer fleeing to the hills. "Dammit Beth, you got your self grazed, let me look at that." Korick said as he jumped over the captain's body to inspect it.

Lily looked around as the fight came to an abrupt, violent end. She sagged, sudden exhaustion flooding her as the adrenaline began to fade, letting the fiery pain in her back leg wake up, setting her teeth on edge. She slid to the ground in a crouch. "Let the last one go. This is over." She gathered up a handful of leaves and wiped the gore off her blade before returning it to her sheath. "Eranah, tend to Lammy, I saw him take a hit." She muttered the command word under her breath, the armor loosening on her. She straightened out her leg with a wince and began unstrapping her greaves, revealing her padded trousers that were slowly darkening all down the back of her leg. Not good. "We've got twenty minutes to catch our breath, then we need to get underway. We do not want to be on the Moors after dark, there are worse things than goblins there."

Nyshara sighed flicking her sword. "A Relak Thak He." As she speaks the Illumian words her sword turns back to normal and removed the lighting charge from her hand sheathing her weapon. "Well, that was disappointing. If you live a life of cowardice you live a life full of running. Pity it wasn't worth my effort." Nyshara thankfully hadn't gotten hurt, but was feeling a bit on edge. She didn't like having an enemy run from battle even if the odds weren't in their favor; it was one thing to negotiate peace, but it was another to just leave the field of battle. "The half-elf is also in need of aid. I am fine however." She took a seat on next to the cart and pulled out her from her pack lute strumming softly as she closed her eyes trying to clam herself down from the battle taking her mind to another place.

Once it was safe to land, and the remaining hobgoblins high tailed it out of there, Lammy figured it was best to regroup with the others. He and Sheeva perched atop the merchant's wagon, just in time to watch Korick's bear maul the goblin captain to death. It was quite a sight, to say the least. "CRAW! (Oh, I like her.)" Sheeva stated flatly. Lammy took on his human form, his feet dangling from the wagon's roof, the back of his leg still noticeably sliced. It didn't hurt as much as it did a minutes prior. And upon closer inspection, it wasn't cut nearly as deep as he thought it was. "Still burns, though." He muttered. Sheeva tried not to stare down the cut, but overall she was glad her companion was okay. As he looked on, he heard Lily mention his injury. "Oh, this isn't that bad." He reassured the paladin, very slowly and carefully climbing down from the wagon's top, in attempts to keep the pain to a minimum. "'Tis but a scratch, as they say." He did his best to hide any sort of limp as he approached her, his staff doing much to help that. "You look worse than I do. Which, considering all the fighting you've done over the course of the last half hour, is pretty understandable." His face made the quickest flash of a grimace as he noticed the massive trail of blood dirtying her pantaloons. "Oh geez." He managed to flatten his expression back into neutrality. "Are you uhhhh...gonna need any help?" He hesitantly asked.

Eranah jogged over to the paladin in time to hear the two injured compatriots bickering over who needed help more. She kneeled beside Lily and looked over the injury, only sparing a glance to Lammy. "Lammy will be fine, his injury can wait though it will hurt. Yours is more serious. Now, with the matter settled I will begin my work." Calmly stated the cleric, enjoying combined worry and bravado on display. She placed her hands over the wound before saying a prayer of healing and channeling the divine energy granted her into the wound. Halting the bleeding and closing the skin as it also halted the pain. The healing was enough that little more than a small scab was left. The spell enough to heal the wound sufficiently it would be completely healed in a matter of days at most. "There we are, now Lammy if you would like to be healed as well I can attend to you." She turned to the Druid.

"You have a point." Lily didn't much feel like arguing with her, and the amount of blood she was leaking -was- a bit worrying. She hadn't gotten a good look at the injury Lammy had taken, and it made sense that she'd be treated first if hers was worst. Her instincts were that her condition was less important than the others due to her roles, both as a Paladin and the responsibility she was assuming in attempting to lead this group. But then, she wouldn't be much of a leader if she couldn't keep up because of a limp or a missing leg. Once the spell had done its work she stretched out the leg. There was a good bit of residual soreness, but she could walk, run, and most importantly fight. She drew her canteen and took a long drink, then used a small amount to wash the blood off her leg before it could dry. She'd need a little more time to finish cleaning her armor, and the trousers were probably a wash, but beggars couldn't be choosers. "Thanks for the help back there, Lammy. That could've gotten pretty bad if you hadn't intervened."

When he heard that the fight was over, Vis sighed and leaned back on the stone wall he used for cover. But as he did he whinced, he had forgotten about the laceration to his back, looking around to see if the healer was available, he found that she was tending to the more serious wounds of the paladin. Deciding that he'd try to fix himself up, Vis undid his armor and let his white skin breath, after having been locked up in the leather armor and sweating.  Reaching behind him, Vis traced the length of the wound with his finger, biting his tongue as he did to not yelp in pain. After guesstimating the length of the laceration, he pulled a needle and spool of thread from his bag and went to work choosing the correct length and threading the eye of the needle. Using his left hand to pinch one end of the wound shut, he reached back with his right and started to slowly sew the wound shut, whincing each time the needle passed in and out of his skin. Once he was done, he cleaned the wound out with water and re-approached the group, his white shirt flung over the shoulder that wasn't injured, "are we all good?" he asked no one in particular.

Markul stood as the fight died down, letting his illusion disappear. He walked over to where the others had gathered taking a good look at all of them. The Paladin had obviously taken quite a few wounds as evidence by the large amount of blood. Fortunately Eranah was quickly going to work and healed her wounds. For the most part everyone else look relatively fine, sustaining minor wounds compared to Lily's. He stopped to listen to the music which very soothing after the battle. He was ready to leave whenever the others were.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Okay." He replied to the Deva cleric, carefully lowering himself to her and Lily's level. As Eranah began mending to his bloodied gash, he gave brief thought to the druidic healing spells his parents (and Amaya) knew of. "Maybe I should look into one of those some day..." Lily broke his thoughts by giving him props for his help in the fight. He chuckled sheepishly at that. "Ah, heh, yeah...well, hah, y'know...I just went out there and reacted..." He chuckled some more, and scratched at his hair. Lammy wasn't used to the complements on his fighting style. Mostly because he didn't really have one. He was smiling harder than he thought. Sheeva would've rolled her eyes if she could've. There was less to heal with Lammy than there was with Lily, so it didn't take much for her to clear up the injury. The druid gave his thanks to the cleric before standing to his feet. He could already feel the difference through the transition, and barely had to test it.

"Good reactions. We made a pretty good team." She got to her feet, testing her weight on her limb before buckling her greaves back on. "Ten minutes, people." She moved among the fallen hobgoblins, and found herself letting out a sigh of relief as she checked them. All dead, with the obvious exception of the one who had escaped. She felt a pang of guilt at feeling relief at finding death, but dismissed it. They didn't have the time or the resources to treat and hold wounded prisoners, and executing them would obviously be off the table. "One of us ride with Korick. Vis, you up for it? She turned to Lammy. "You can talk to your hawk, right? Sorry, I didn't catch her name." She was -pretty- sure the hawk was female, although she wasn't positive. "Can she keep a lookout for us during the journey? I hate to imagine what would have happened if you hadn't warned us about these goblins." Images of the child or her father slain in the sudden confusion of an attack flashed through her mind." Lily looked over at Batche. "And, uh...do any of you know anything about her? Is she alright?"

Indeed, the golem seemed to have fell into some sort of state of stillness, but Lammy didn't give much thought to it. He had assumed she might've regressed to some sort of power saving mode or something. "CAAHHWW! (I am Sheeva, of the fearsome, fearless Red-Tails!)" The Hawk greeted the lady paladin, swooping from her perch to land on the druid's shoulder. "Yeah, yup, this is Sheeva. She is, indeed, a female Red-Tailed Hawk." Lammy translated in a way. "She's taken a liking to you, Lily. Especially after you took charge to confront the zombie guy earlier." He added, transferring her position from his shoulder to his wrist. "Alright Sheev, can you provide us with some eye from the sky? Call out if you see anything suspicious." He explained. She seemed alright with the task, giving a confirming chirp before taking off. "Alright. D'you need me on the ground, or do I need to join Sheeva?" He asked.

"I think ith would be wither if there wath thomeone with more ranged abilithy riding on the carriage," he commented, slipping his white shirt on, as the fabric brushed against his newly stitched wound he gave a small gasp of pain. He hoped that it would get better soon but without any slaves or potions it would be tough going. Pulling the shirt over the wound and hiding it, he looked around at the group, it had suddenly dawned on him how strange they all were, looking between them all, he rolled his eyes. When his eyes went over Nyshara and the floating symbols on her head, his green eye stung with pain and as he looked away it stopped. 'how peculiar,'

Eranah had not failed to notice the wound on Vis' back. Walking over once she had finished healing the druid. "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer me to simply heal you up now? Your injury isn't particularly serious with the job you've done, but at the very least I can greatly accelerate the healing process." She offered as she already moved to stand behind him. Keeping her hands at her sides until she had permission.

"I think I'll be fine," he stated simply, turning to face the tall, blue Deva, "though I do apprethiathe the offer." he fastened the sheath of his rapier to his waist and lugged his bad up and into his shoulder, sucking air in through his teeth as the bag knocked into his laceration. It was going to he fine, he was sure of it but it didn't mean it would hurt less. "thome fighth huh?" he asked, trying to make conversation with the deva he felt comfortable with. He adjusted his scar as he did, tightening it so it wouldn't fall.

"Not the worst fight I've seen. Though that is a blessing, and I doubt it will remain." She said as she at least checked over what part of the wound she could see before he turned around. It was sealed and would heal given time. While a part of her wanted to render aid, she had to respect Vis' decision. As the wound was not life threatening she had no reason to force aid onto him. If he wanted to bear his suffering for whatever reason, she wouldn't press the issue. "What ultimately made you decide to come on this journey?" She asked, noting the attempt at conversation and trying to continue.

Vis smirked under his scarf, "The call of Danger and Adventure ith noth so eathily rethithted." He cursed at himself under his breath, he had to teach himself how to talk without his 's' turning to 'th's or he'd probably just stop talking all together. "how abouth you?" he asked, "whath's a Deva doing outh and abouth in the Moors?" he leaned against the carriage and regretted his decision whincing and sitting standing back up, his back inflamed in stinging pain. He looked at the deva and played off the pain, adjusting his scarf as he waited for her to reply.

"My rebirth happened not too far from the path to this place. I stayed near the site of my creation, as I mentioned. I did some traveling of course, holy sites and cities where great tales of the gods and their emissaries were born. Though I always came back, the call to help was too powerful there. One day though, a messenger arrived for the head priest, requesting his help in the clearing of a demonic cult that had arisen. Well there were volunteers certainly, but I was the eldest member to do so. Due to my relative experience I was chosen to go in the name of Ilmater. So I am here now." Eranah responded, climbing into the wagon herself and taking a seat, giving Vis a look at his wince and attempt to play things off. Once again she wouldn't force healing on him if he didn't want any, but if it was as painful as it seemed, she had to wonder why he would brush off the chance at healing.

"I'd rather have you down here. We've got a bit of a walk ahead of us, I'd like to get to know the rest of you. Us." She stumbled a bit over the phrasing. "This band." She squelched herself before she went off on a tangent about how they should think of a name for their group, mentally chiding herself. "If we're going to be dealing with some kind of Infernal cult I'd like to know who I'll be fighting alongside, a little more than 'She can set her sword on fire.' 'He can fight with peculiar improvised weapons.' 'He can turn into a bird and peck people's faces.'" She said with a smile, then turned her head. "Daylight's burning, Korick, let's get the cart moving!"