Reign of Winter AP group Alpha IC

[IndianaO'Grimes]

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The sleepy village of Heldren has rarely seen so much excitement or concern. Hunters from the nearby Border Wood speak of unnaturally cold weather at the height ofsummer that descended on the forest just days ago. Heavy snow followed, and those who returned spoke of an uneasy presence in the woods, as well as new, dangerous predators. No one knows what this event means, but the town's soothsayer, Old Mother Theodora, claims dark times lie ahead.


As if in proof of that dire prophecy, a badly wounded mercenary arrived in town yesterday, claiming to be a bodyguard of Lady Argentea Malassene. He told the village council that the noblewoman's escort came under attack by bandits and strange, wintry creatures near the edge of the Border Wood. He alone escaped, and Lady Argentea was dragged away into the forest. Now the townsfolk cast fearful eyes toward the snowy forest, worried what else might emerge to threaten their peaceful village.

Recent arrivals to the town of Heldren catch the eyes of those who reside there, their attire and attitudes marking them as people who have survived in the wider world. In the Silver Stoat, Heldren's only bar, these strangers have gathered, in search of a warm meal, drink and bed. The evening has only just begun, and the air is already full of speculation about the wounded mercenary and his role in the events that occurred. Describe what your character is doing while they are in the Silver Stoat.

OOC (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?410618-Reign-of-Winter-AP-group-Alpha-OOC&p=19135510)

[Syekate]

A girl at the bar wears simple plain, white traveler's garb, but cut so low that it's hard to say if there is a "neck" line. She appears to have stowed her things somewhere, as the only things on her person are a belt with various pouches about her waist and a glass of red wine held in a delicate hand wearing lace gloves. Her skin as white as snow, hair dark and shimmering as a raven's wing, she laughs with pale lips that reveal a dazzling smile. No doubt the drink was bought by the gentleman she is sharing conversation with, some local yokel in thick woolen clothes, that sort of poor but charming appearance about him. She whispers something indiscernible to the rest of the bar above the clatter into his ear, and they both laugh. Then, with a light touch on his arm and a small smile of sympathy, she gets up and makes her way to a cozy unoccupied armchair by the fire, noting the rejected man's lingering eyes. She looks to one of the people sitting nearby and takes a sip of the red wine. "New to town, mate?" she asks with a hint of a smile.

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros has been sitting in the sleepy town for some days. Too many. Villagers here mutter about dire times, the weather and their neighbours. But that is what villagers do, all around the world.

People are silly. People are closed minded. People do not know what horrors lie in the closet.

Drinking as much as he can, muttering and scowling, eating like there is no tomorrow -it may well not be- Tefkros has created a small space around him where few like to be. Tefkros notices but shrugs. He has no illusions about his charm.

Thus, when a woman of outstanding charm sits near him and talks to him, Tefkros freezes for a fraction of a second, as his brain tries to address the new situation. Hastily cleaning the crumbs from his tunic, he makes an unsuccessful attempt to address the chronic slovenliness that seems to affect him. Not very successfully.

"Yes, new to town. I am from the other side of the world actually. Linnorm lands. Waiting for a caravan to assemble, to leave this place. I have half a mind to go search for this wounded mercenary, to see if there is work that is needed"

Then with a frown, almost like an accusation.

"And you? Are you from here?"

[Syekate]

Tough, weathered appearance, looks like he was raised in the wilds. Now here's a brute can help a girl out.

She gives a light, fluttering laugh. "Gods, no. Just passing through on my way north, but when I find one, I try to sleep in a warm bed for a night or two. Tell me more about this work. A girl has to make a living, you know," she says with another smile in Tefkros's direction. The road ahead is long, and a bit of extra gold may ease the journey some.

[King Tius]

Standing on a bar stool that's been set up beside the fire is a small figure dressed in the finery of a halfling noble. His mostly-vestigial wings flap behind him for emphasis as he strikes small dramatic poses atop the stool, reciting poem after poem in common, elven, and occasionally draconic. His white scales glitter in the firelight, though most of them are covered by the purple noble's clothing he wears. It took him a few days to convince the locals in town that he meant no harm and a few more to convince the owner of the Silver Stoat that he could provide entertainment, but now that he's won them over he's been plying his trade for the past several days, spinning epic yarns and reciting the odes that he memorized as a young pup. Yesterday someone bought him dinner as a thank you for his recitation of The Ascencion of Cayden Cailean. It's the nicest thing anyone's done for him since he left home.

[iTookUrNick]

Rocky sits at the same table as the fair lady and the man she is speaking to, but neither seems to have noticed. He does not blame them: his head fails to top the table rim and has yet to move an inch or say a single word to anyone, being content with listening to the bard's performance. However, his ears perk up at the mention of work. He rises, standing to his full height on top of the bench and grabs the rim with his hands, hoisting himself up a little more. "Excuse me" he says, waving a hand to catch the attention of the other two, while the tip of a small bow appears from behind his shoulders. "I know it's none of my business, but if you are thinking of going somewhere outside the city I could be of some help. And I could use the coin too. And the company..." he finishes meekly.

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros looks around as the company grows. Not liking anyone has the advantage of being able to work with everyone on the same level. At first, he scowls suspiciously, trying to find the angle. But he then discards the idea. Sometimes, people just wanted company. For some inexplicable reason.

"You misunderstood me lady. I know of no job. I am just saying that a wounded mercenary of a lady's retinue could lead to a bounty or a rescue party or something. Nobles have a tendency to expect to be found."

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

The bear of a man enters the inn, ducking through the doorway, his green eyes taking int he whole room as he enters. Hearing something about a wounded person and the bizarrely cold weather he walks over to the table of strangers. He carries himself proudly and with confidence and sits at their table, leaning his staff against the wall.

"I care little for titles and not much for coin, but if someone needs help and others are afraid to go into the woods, I will go. Ghost and I would welcome your company."

[iTookUrNick]

Rocky is almost thrown up from the rebound when the big man sit on the bench with him. "Whoa, sweet!" he comments. Going about with big folks is always preferable in his experience, and there seems to be an abundance of them lounging in taverns everywhere here on the surface. Go figure. "Hum, just... who's Ghost? Not a literal ghost, right?" he adds with just a little apprehension. There's also an abundance of weirdos hanging around, to be sure.

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien grins. "She is not literally a ghost, no. My name is Aevien and Ghost is my cat."

[Syekate]

Wisteria takes another sip of wine as these other characters flock toward her in the typical fashion. She wears a half-smile for the new comers. "Seems like half the town is interested in helping those poor unfortunate souls... for the right price," she adds with a short laugh. "But unless someone is willing to pay, I'm afraid we are barking up the wrong tree. Gentlemen." The beauty stands up at takes her leave, returning to the bar. She signals the barkeep and strikes up a conversation, quietly so as not to arouse suspicion from the others. "Word is highborn ladies aren't lasting long on the road 'round these parts. Heard anything about what a girl can expect to see out there?"

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien rises to his feet and grasps his staff. "Well if the rest of you are waiting for a promise of coin then Ghost and I will go alone. Who can I ask for more details?"

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros looks around as the company dissolves. Some wanted only the money, some wanted only righteousness and some wanted the company. Himself on the hand, he could use all three, in various proportions.

"Settle down there, big man. You just walked in and you are already to go to the woods, alone, without knowing what happened and why? Animals sniff the trail where they hunt. Should we plunder alone?

I say you wait a bit. It seems we are at least four people interested in going, maybe more. We should at least talk with the mercenary, see what the townspeople think. Maybe scouts have already be dispatched.

Coordination. This is how you hunt big games."

[iTookUrNick]

"Coordination, yes! Synergy, even." nods Rocky, addressing no one in particular. "Courage, too! But also caution. Like the heroes of old..." he adds, looking at the bard as if for confirmation.

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien shrugs. "I go to the woods alone all the time, but generally with Ghost. I do hunt game of all sizes and I am almost always cautious. I just do not wish to wait until she is dead for a few coins."

[IndianaO'Grimes]

The bartender nods her head as Wisteria references the recent capture of Lady Argentea.

I've heard everything from cultists of dead gods to strigoi has been menacing the woods. If you want to know more about the attacks, I would recommend speaking to the mercenary. You'll find him in the Willowbark Apothecary, two doors down. It's next to the barber, and run by a elf named Tesseraea Willowbark.

The group of men at the table are interrupted by a halfling, who wears an eyepatch over his right eye and carries a cane on his right side.

So you fellas are wishin' ta find the young lass tha's been taken?

As the men nod to the affirmative, he subtly glances across the room, then leans in and lowers his voice.

Follow me and don' make too much of a racket.

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien shrugs and follows the halfling quietly.

[King Tius]

Finishing up a lilting poem about a bear and a maiden fair, Pik Nik leaps off his stool, his wings catching the air and gliding him gracefully to the floor. He walks up to the halfling and the other tall folk and blinks with his strange, draconic eyes. His voice is slightly deeper than one would expect from a creature so small, but nobody is caught off guard by this, given that you've been listening to him recite poetry previously.

"Please allow me to proffer my services in assisting this poor woman. One can only laud the deeds of others for so long before yearning to pen his own."

The kobold sweeps his hat off his head as part of a gracious bow. It's probably the most ridiculous thing you've ever seen.

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros looks at the halfling and at the others. He looks around, grins a slow ugly grin - he knew it!- and follows the others, taking his pack with him.

[Syekate]

Wisteria gives the barkeep one of her genuine smiles and lays a few coppers on the table. "You, dear, are a gem." Throwing back the last few sips of wine in one pull, she leaves the tavern to step into the brisk air and skips down the street to Willowbark Apothecary. Straightening her billowy clothes and hair, she knocks politely at the door and tests the handle. If open, she slips inside quickly and closes the door behind her. "Hello?"

[iTookUrNick]

Rocky says nothing but follows the others, being swept away by the flurry of responses and the general enthusiasm.

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Once outside, a large grey, striped cat with large fangs calmly comes out of an ally beside the Inn towards the group. The beast has to weigh close to 200 lbs.

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[IndianaO'Grimes]

The halfling leads the four men outside, to the town square. The town square is empty for the night, its only occupant the large statue in its centre. The statue depicts a beautiful woman, with a peaceful expression upon her face. Her arm is outstretched, in a welcoming gesture. The party moves onto the dirt road, and follows the path for about one hundred feet, where they stop outside a neat house with a well maintained garden in front of it. A sign hanging from a post reads Willowbark Apothecary, and a path made of small stones leads to the entrance. The halfling walks to the front door, then knocks twice and calls out.

It's Ronnisworth. I'm bringing in a few men to see the mercenary.

He opens the door and the party moves inside, to a small room. From there, they are lead to another room in the back, where a female elf tends to the wounded Ulfen mercenary. Bandages cover his body, though some have become deep crimson from the blood that seeps from his wounds. His fingers, toes and nose have taken on a blackish hue, and cuts and bruises of various sizes cover his body. The elf looks at the assembled men, and greets them softly.

I'm Tesseraea Willowbark. This man was injured only a day ago by the Border Wood. His wounds seem to indicate-

A knock on the door interrupts Tesseraea. The sound of a door opening is heard, then a woman's voice calls out, Hello?.

Out the back here. Ronnisworth replies. Into the small infirmary walks the young woman from the Silver Stoat, who greets the group. The noise awakens the mercenary.

Name's Yuln Oerstag, from the north. I'm an Ulfen mercenary, was hired to protect Lady Argentea from bandits and whatnot that live outside of civilisation. I hear that you may be leading a rescue party. All things right I would go with you, but my body is not willing. My ancestors would ridicule my lack of valour, fleeing the fight rather than fighting to the bitter end. But I faced enemies that even the greatest warriors in the Linnorm Kingdoms have faltered against, and I think I slew one or two before they dragged Lady Argentea away.

[iTookUrNick]

Stepping outside the inn, Rocky takes the time to cast a light spell on the tip of one of his arrows. Not that it needs it, of course: there's light pouring out of the windows of nearby buildings, and his eyes are better then most even in complete darkness. Still, he does not like darkness, nor those who dwell in it. As the street brightens a little around the group, he notice the massive cat strolling towards them. If not for Aevien's explaination, Rocky would have stepped back inside already. Instead, he looks at the beast with fascination: he'd love to have one for himself, but he's never been great at dealing with animals...

...

He follows the group to the apothecary and what appears to be Ms Willowbark tending to the wounded mercenary. He listens to the man's tale before commenting. "I'm sure your ancestors won't mind too much." he says, trying to sound reassuring. He does not pat the man on his head, though it feels it would be good manners to do so. "But Mr. Yuln, if you do not mind me asking, can you tell us where did you get attacked, and by what?"

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros looks at the big cat sideways. Only druids kept pets so large. There were worst people to have around in the woods, for sure.

When they get into the apothecary's cot and the mercenary talks, Tefkros stiffens. The Linnorm Lands! His home, a long time ago.

He looks better at the bluish toes. were those frostbites?. In the middle of the summer, in Taldor? When he speaks, his voice is gruff and he looks elsewhere.

"I am also very curious, where did you get these frostbites, in the middle of summer."

[Syekate]

Ah, this lot again. Wisteria masks her disappointment at being scooped and flashes a bright smile at everyone. She kneels down by the soldier in a show of sympathy. "Oh, you brave, strong soldier! Don't worry yourself. You gave more for the cause than any reasonable person should be expected to." The changeling then looks up at the elf with her blue and purple eyes. "Hello, you must be Tesseraea. My name is Wisteria. Will these wounds heal? I can apply a spell if it might be helpful." She runs her lace-gloved fingers through the soldier's hair as she asks, "Is there a chance that the Lady Argentea is alive? Do you have any idea where they may have taken her?"

[King Tius]

Pik Nik removes his hat at the sight of the wounded mercenary and holds it with both hands against his belly. While he waits to hear the man's answers, he wracks his brain for any poems or songs he might know about the Linnorm Kingdoms, the Ulfen Mercenaries, or anyone names Oerstag. Maybe he knew something that could cheer this man up?

Knowledge[History]: [roll0]

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien listens as the others speaks and wait for more details to come out.

[IndianaO'Grimes]

The Ulfen looks to the group.

At first we thought they were just bandits - outlaws who prey on travellers from the safety of the woods. We easily held them off. But then the winter touched joined the battle, and it quickly turned against us. My people speak of the cold fey of the north all the time, but I never expected them this far south. They are sprites who have sworn themselves to the Winter Witches of Irrisen, and they took part in the Winter War against my people. Legends say they have a sliver of ice in their hearts, and their touch bears the cold bite of winter. The attack happened about six miles south of here, and should be easily visible.

Tessearaea nods at Wisteria's comments.

His cuts and bruises should heal, but the frostbite is trickier. It may heal, but that it is of magical origin means that they may not heal back without some sort of magic to fix it. You can try to heal him if you wish.

Yuln turns to Wisteria.

I have no idea whether the Lady remains alive or not. All I can say is that if the winter touched took her, it means that the Winter Witches want her. And no good will come from it if they want her. They dragged her into the forest, back through the ice and snow. I was able to follow them for a while, but they were too many, and drove me off. I barely escaped with my life, and rode here to seek help.

Pik Nik recalls a tale about Oberjarl Thorin Oerstag, who led an army of Ulfen to battle against an undead warlord. The battle was long and fierce, and many men died, including Thorin himself, who met his end at the swords of a dozen mercenaries, who were forced to climb over the sea of bodies that surrounded the Oberjarl. It is said that the man did not fall to the wounds until he had slain every man whose sword has tasted his blood.

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros' wandering gaze focuses sharply when the mercenary mentions the Ice Fey, and a muttered "Burn to ashes!" escapes his lips.


Fey! Here! They had told me! They had told me the General of Vengeance would find a use for me...

Tefkros approaches the man, still focused.

"Rest assured. We will find your mistress" and then in Skald "Your honor will be avenged".

I hope someone of my companions has a more materialist bend and asks for payment from the town...

[Syekate]

Wisteria gives a nod to Tesseraea, and with lips fixed in determination, she lays her hands, cool to the touch, against Yuln's frostbitten skin.

Healing [roll0] damage (Max 5)

Using Tefkros's opening, Wisteria jumps in with, "Of course we will! But it sounds as though the way will be dangerous. We must all do our part to help make sure this expedition succeeds. I don't suppose the town could offer some sort of monetary compensation or supplies?"

Diplomacy check: [roll1]

Winter fey, witches... These are not good omens. But why this highborn and not herself?

[iTookUrNick]

"Indeed, supplies would probably be handy, though I suppose the Lady will be glad to reward us if we manage to bring her back..." comments Rocky. As for these 'snow fey', he knows very little about them, but how terrible can they be, with such a group as he seems to have gathered?

[IndianaO'Grimes]

Yuln points to a longsword by his bed.

The winter touched fear fire and cold iron. That sword is cold iron, and I would be willing to give it to you if you need. I would dare say that Lady Argentea would be not opposed to giving you some sort of payment if you find her alive. Otherwise, you could take whatever you find from the caravan. I'm sure that there is plenty of valuables that weren't looted by the bandits.

Wisteria's touch heals some of the mercenary's wounds, but he still looks the worse for wear. Tesseraea moves to take over from the changeling, and she interjects.

I have some alchemist's fire, though I can only give you two bottles. They're on that shelf to the right of you, bard.

The halfling Ronnisworth steps forward and adds.

If you need an extra hand, then I volunteer. I think that I know where the attack took place, and I know the Border Wood.

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien nods, "I have not encountered fey before. I thank you for your offer of the sword and fire. I can not use a long sword well, maybe another and I am sure the fire can be put to good use."

"Well if you can take us to the site of the attack, that would save time."

[iTookUrNick]

"Oh yes, the more the merrier!" says Rocky approvingly. He eyes the alchemist's fire far up on the top shelf with a little annoyance before asking: "How about arrows? Do you know of anyone around here who has some arrowheads made of cold iron? They could really come in handy. Flaming arrows would do too. I do not usually carry such things with me, as I tend to hunt animals for the most part."

[Syekate]

Wisteria makes way for Tesseraea, and when she stands up, she darts over to the shelf with the alchemist's fire, saying, "Thank you ever so much! This will be of great use!" She pushes past the kobold, grabbing the two vials. When she holds them, one in either hand, she notes the perturbed glance of the gnome out of the corner of her eye. May as well be a team player. Who knows what valuable skills these others might bring to the table when it came down to it. She hands him one of the vials, keeping the other tucked carefully in her belt pouch. "Personally, I've never held a sword in my life. Wouldn't know what to do with it!" she adds with a fluttery laugh.

[iTookUrNick]

Rocky accepts the vial with a broad smile. "Thank you!" he exclaims. She's really nice, he decides.

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros resumes his annoying habit of looking elsewhere when talking as he answers.

"I have iron arrows and a mace to match. If noone else wants the sword, I will take it and someone can take my mace. Do you all have winter clothing?"

Tefkros, as always, was ready to move. Poor people. They did not know what they were getting into.

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

""There is not a lot of use for winter clothing here in Taldor."

[Syekate]

I hope he takes better care of his arms than he does his person, Wisteria thinks as she looks toward Tefkros. "Right, then, I can wield a mace passing well. Hit them with the big end, right?" she says with that lilting laugh of hers. "As for clothes, I'm more than warm enough as it is," she adds, even though all she wears is a light billowy tunic and matching trousers.

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien looks annoyed at Wisteria. "I think we all know how to hit with the big end. There is a difference between knowing that and being effective with it."

[Syekate]

Wisteria looks Aevien up and down with a hand on her hip. "I know a slew of guys will tell you I'm plenty effective, Muscles."

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros takes the sword from the mercenary with a grunt of thanks in Skald. He swings it a few times, to get the feel of it. He then silently gives his mace to Wisteria. With a slightly lopside smile he says.

"The big end is that one"

He then sheathes the sword and rebalances his staff.

[King Tius]

Pik Nik walks towards the wounded man and pats him kindly on the shoulder. "If everyone tried to be Oberjarl Thorin Oerstag, there would be no one left to tell their tales. Since you did not throw your life away in battle, you may have saved the Lady's. I'm sure once your wounds have healed you will go on to do great things."

The little kobold simply blinks in surprise as cold iron and alchemist's fire are discussed. Pik Nik was taught how to use a crossbow but isn't all that keen on it.

"I suppose some bolts of cold iron are in order, though my crossbow is rather small."

He smiles a toothy, draconic grin at Ronnisworth. "Your welcome to join us! The more the merrier, as the stories go."

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien almost says something and then things the better of it. There is no point. The way she speaks is one of the reasons he prefers the wilds.

[IndianaO'Grimes]

Ronnisworth bids farewell to Yuln and Tesseraea. He leads the party out of the back room and through the front door, onto the dirt road. He turns to the adventurers.

I just need to get a few things from home. I'll meet you at the south of the town square in two minutes.

Then he walks off into the night. The adventurers walk east, towards the town square, then move south. They reach the end of the town square, where the light does not reach as far, and wait. Barely a minute goes by before Ronnisworth emerges from the darkness, wearing a backpack, with a quarterstaff tied to the top, a short sword through his belt and a pipe in his mouth. He jerks his head behind him, to the south.

Let's move. The mercenary said that the attack was about six miles south, which will take us two hours. By the time we reach the caravan, it will be close to dawn.

The trip takes slightly over an hour at walking pace. Near the forest, the temperature grows noticeably colder. The road ahead is littered with debris and the corpses of slain humans and horses. The stench of death ever so slightly permeates in the area. A carriage stands in the roadway, its team of horses missing or cut free, while another overturned carriage lies sprawled and broken next to the tree line. To the south, more bodies have fallen around what appears to be a statue of ice. A snowy trail leads deeper into the forest.

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

On route Aevien searches for berries as they travel.

To use for his good berry spell.
Survival [roll0]

After arriving at the site of the caravan Aevien and Ghost begin to explore the area. Aevien seeks to see if any items have been removed from the bodies and if there are any heavy blankets or winter clothes around.

Ghost is searching for odd smells that would indicate what did this.

Aevien's perception[roll1]
Ghost's perception + scent [roll2]

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros shrugs at the haste displayed in their departure. Hopefully the rest will have proper clothing for the journey. His pack was always ready.

Arriving at the scene of the the carnage, he readies his bow and several arrows with practiced ease, even as he searches alongside the druid and his companion for trails and signs of what happened here.

Perception [roll0]
Survival [roll1] =1 if fey are involved

[iTookUrNick]

Before leaving, Rocky asks Tefkros for a handful of cold-iron arrowheads, since he has none and the group is keen on moving out as soon as possible. It would be a great advantage to have at least a few in case they were needed.

Arriving on the scene of the assault, Rocky gives a low whistle. The place is a mess! As the other start investigating on their own he climbs up to a vantage point over a carriage and tries to survey their surroundings. He feels mildly curious about the ice statue, but not curious enough to approach it himself. You never know with these things... Lady Luck, guide my path. he whispers, calling down the blessing of his deity to aid him in his task.

[roll0] +1 because of Guidance (forgot about it)
Keeping one re-roll (minor luck blessing) in reserve for myself.

[Syekate]

The changeling grabbed her things from the inn before meeting Ronnisworth for their departure, so she now sports a standard travel pack and a sling on one hip, in addition to the cold iron mace, as well as an armored coat worn over her simple tunic. On occasion, as they walk through the quiet woods, her eyes will dart to the side, but quickly return to place, as though she may have heard something.

On arriving at the carnage, she stops in her tracks for a second, running a lace-gloved hand through her black hair. While others are keeping a lookout and searching bodies and caravans, she is instantly drawn toward the statue of ice. She holds the mace in her right hand, leaning it back against her shoulder, as she closes in on the thing to investigate.

Perception roll: [roll0]

[IndianaO'Grimes]

Aevien picks several berries on the trip, all of which he recognises as being useful for his magic. At the massacre site, he notices that all the bodies have been stripped of armour and weapons. He notices a path leading into the woods, and it appears that little or no attempt has been made to hide it. The overturned carriage has several boxes strewn near it, clear signs of looting having taken place. The rear carriage is emblazoned with Taldan heraldry and covered in arrows from the battle. A spear has been shoved through the doorhandles to prevent the door from being opened. Muffled sounds of movement come from inside the carriage. The statue seems to be the frozen form of a Taldan captain, who is wearing a breastplate with Taldan heraldry depicted on it, and wielding a longsword of magnificent quality in his dominant hand. Various chunks of his body have been ripped out and spread around at his feet, encased in slow-melting ice. Ghost detects the smell of various humans, and senses a strange scent that he has not smelled before.

Tefkros looks over the massacre site and notices the various aspects that Aevien has also.

Rocky notices the same things that everyone else has noticed about the massacre site.

Wisteria notices everything that everyone else has noticed.

[King Tius]

Pik Nik stands still and unassuming in the middle of the massacre scene while the others investigate. He's not a particularly perceptive type, and his skills are ill-suited for this type of work. At the muffled sounds coming from the carriage, however, he perks up and darts towards the doors, trying to get them open.

"Here now, it seems someone might have survived!"

OOC: Do I need to make any checks to open up the doors?

[iTookUrNick]

It is only after climbing all the way to the top of the carriage that Rocky realizes there are muffled sounds coming from within. "Hey, there's someone inside here" warns the others. "Perhaps some of you might want to see who, and maybe let them out?" As for himself, he keeps his post, weapon in hand, against possible ambushes. It would be quite ironic to be ambushed twice in the same spot...

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Mutely tossing half of his cold iron arrows to the other archer on the group, Tefkros takes the longsword in hand and very guardedly opens the carriage.

[Syekate]

Wisteria approaches the ice captain with wonder in her eyes. With furrowed brow, she softly runs her hand down his frozen cheek. The soldier was handsome in his own way, or maybe it was the courageous pose he struck alongside the quality make of the longsword. "Life's tough," she mutters as she brings the mace down to shatter the forearm holding the sword.

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien says soothingly, "We do not mean you any harm. we are here to help."

Ghost tries to follow the different smell and see where it leads.

[iTookUrNick]

Rocky flinches as he sees the nice lady crush the arm of the ice statue. So life-like... but it's just a statue! he reassures himself under his breath. Still, that was a really cold gesture.

[IndianaO'Grimes]

No, Pik Nik wouldn't need to make a strength check if he was slipping the spear out, but if he was trying to open the door without taking out the spear he would have to make one.

As Tefkros slides the spear out of the door handles, he hears the shuffling stop. He opens the door gently, but a force pushes against him and the door flies open. Out stumbles an undead monstrosity, his arms outstretched towards Tefkros. Wounds cover his body, but no blood leaks from them, and the clothes that he had worn previously are rotting and starting to hang off him. Behind it, a second zombie stumbles out of the carriage, the stench of rotting flesh following the two undead.

So, zombies attack. Do you need to roll initiative for this, or does it count as a surprise round? FYI Grognard, to open the door was counted as a move action, so what does that mean for combat? Sorry about the questions, but I haven't played Pathfinder much before.

[King Tius]

Pik Nik springs backwards in surprise when the zombies are revealed. He was truly expecting the carriage's occupant to be the woman they sought and not some undead abominations! Quickly regaining his composure, he begins to recite a famous rallying speech attributed to Iomadae herself. It's famous not only for its association with the pre-deity herself, but because she allegedly gave the speech to bolster her comrades against an approaching horde of undead.

Five Foot Step back from the carriage
Standard Action: Inspire Courage (Everyone gets +1/+1)
Move Action: Draw Crossbow

[iTookUrNick]

Move action: draw the fire bomb vial.
Standard action: throw it to the zombie in the back. [roll=TouchAttack]1d20+6[roll] vs FF AC, [roll=FireDMG]1d6+2[roll], splash damage: 3 (fire)
[roll=Crit]1d20+6[roll] (20, x2). Next round, if the attack hits, the main target takes additional [roll=FireDMG]1d6+2[roll] damage.

Did not work (my bad). See next post
Rocky does not waste any time panicking about the zombies. As soon as they clear the edge of the carriage, he takes out the vial of Alchemist's fire and throws it at the one in the back, hoping to get some on the one in the front as well. The kobol's song seems to focus his senses somehow.

[iTookUrNick]

Move action: draw the fire bomb vial.
Standard action: throw it to the zombie in the back. [roll0] vs FF AC, [roll1], splash damage: 3 (fire).
[roll2] (20, x2). Next round, if the attack hits, the main target takes additional [roll3] damage unless it spends a full-round action and succeeds in a DC 15 Reflex save to extinguish it.

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien brings his staff down on the nearest zombie in a heavy two handed attack.

Attack [roll0]
Damage[roll1]

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros
AC 18 HP10

Tefkros takes an involuntary step back as the...thing comes out of the box. The surprised grunt becomes a scowling mutter as he realizes the situation.

Of course. Of course he would be the one to get attacked by a walking dead.

Trying to get his distance, he steps back and takes a quick shot at the thing.

5ft step and bow attack [roll0] dmg [roll1]

[IndianaO'Grimes]

Pik Nik's ballad echoes across the site, causing feelings of pride and courage in the chests of those who hear it. As Pik Nik begins his speech, Rocky throws a vial, which hits the rear zombie and shatters, covering the zombie in a fiery liquid. The flames burn hot enough to melt the skin it touches, and soon the bones of the creature are visible in places where the fire dances.

Meanwhile, the zombie attacking Tefkros lunges, and attempts to crash into the tracker. Its attack falls short, and Tefkros swiftly steps back. Aevien moves in, swinging his staff down onto the dead creature's skull. A loud crack is heard, as the blow finds its target. Tefkros quickly follows up with a shot from his arrow, but the bolt harmlessly skids past the zombie, doing nothing more than scratching the creature's shoulder.

The zombie by the carriage staggers forward, then lunges for Aevien, the closest to its jaws. The attack similarly falls short, doing nothing more than bringing the zombie closer to Aevien's staff.

Meanwhile, Wisteria snaps out of the confusion caused by the voices in her head, and turns to see the fight unfolding. Wielding her heavy mace, she charges at the zombie that tried to attack and swings, aiming for the creature's skull. The blow collides, and a sickening crunch is heard as the zombie's skull is crushed with the force of the blow. It drops to the ground, losing control of its limbs.

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros
HP 10 AC

Recoiling in disgust from the loathsome touch, Tefkros takes another step back to get a better shot. His last one was terrible. Muttering almost audibly to hide his unease - he had fought fey, but never the undead- he sends another arrow spinning in the air.

Again atk [roll0] dmg [roll1]

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien charges the last zombie and again swings his staff as Ghost moves to its far side and attacks.

Aevien's attack [roll0] +2 more if he can flank
Aeviens Damage [roll1]

Ghosts bite [roll2] +2 more if he can flank
Damage [roll3]

[iTookUrNick]

We're missing Wisteria's action for the previous turn.

[roll0], [roll1]
Not having any more fire to throw, Rocky notches an arrow and aims carefully, only letting go when he is confident he'll get a clear shot.

[IndianaO'Grimes]

Wisteria was last, so I don't know if Syekate wanted to wait until the zombies had moved before deciding what to do.

Smileybastard, when you say the last zombie, is that the one you attacked before or the one that tried to attack you just then?

[Syekate]

Hey, yeah, I was waiting for the zombies to go before me, and haven't had a chance to post after Indiana until now.

While the rest of the group was gathered around the carriage fighting off the walking dead, Wisteria had her back turned to them, still facing the frozen captain. Suddenly the voices in her head were louder than usual, and she shook her head to try to clear her mind. Then the sounds of battle hit her. The changeling whirls around to realize that the others were under attack. From undead, no less. Was the call purposefully trying to distract her? In any case, time to join the fray. Seeing Tefkros backing away from the undead so he can use his bow, she figures that makes a good target.

Attacking the zombie going for Tefkros, which I think is the one Aevien is not attempting to flank.
Attack: [roll0] (+2 from charge, +1 from Pik)
Damage: [roll1]
-2AC until next turn

[IndianaO'Grimes]

As the zombie collapses to the ground, Rocky quickly takes aim and fires an arrow at the zombie by the carriage. The arrow finds its mark, and nails it right in the head. It barely has a chance to move before Aevien crushes its skull with his staff, causing it to fall to the ground.

[iTookUrNick]

"Take that!" yells Rocky, exulting. "Now, who wants to see if there's anything else in the carriage?"

[King Tius]

Pik Nik pauses in his oration as the zombies go down, deciding it best to save the rest of the story for later. He nods to Rocky and clambers into the carriage to see if there are any clues inside.

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros loosens his bow string and looks around, relaxing a bit.

"After all these, I sure hope there is something of interest here"

Let's take 20 to Perception, if needed.

[IndianaO'Grimes]

The search of the carriage reveals a box full of jewellery that the bandits missed. Inside is the Lady's signet ring, a pair of earrings, a set of pearl-inlaid bracelets, assorted gold and silver necklaces and a sapphire pendant. Everything else inside the carriage has been either ransacked by the bandits or knocked about enough by the zombies that it is damaged beyond repair.

After the group has searched the carriage, Ronnisworth points to the trail leading into the forest. The trail likely leads to the Lady. We best be following it as quick as we can, though we should be on the lookout for more traps.

[Syekate]

Wisteria turns her nose up at the gore covering 'the big end.' She wipes it off with a few frost-bitten leaves. "Just one second," she says to Ronnisworth before sprinting back to the ice statue and retrieving the longsword from the shattered remains of the dead captain's hand. "A blade this pretty shouldn't be stuck in the ice forever," she states, strapping the blade to her pack.

[iTookUrNick]

"I'm on it!" says Rocky, looking at the trail: he's usually the go-to guy when it comes to tracking. However, he remembers about the druid and his companion: "... or maybe not. Let's make way for the specialist; I'll help out if I can".
[roll0], following tracks. I'll aid Ghost's roll if higher than mine.

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros looks mighty pleased when they recover the various items, at least by the standard of his mutterings. Pursuing fey and getting rich in the process! Truly, Ragathiel provides. Pleasantries over, and after looking around for his arrows, Tefkros joins the others in looking for tracks and traps.

Survival [roll0] +2 if fey are involved and Perception [roll1]

[Syekate]

Wisteria, not being particularly good at spotting things, nudges one of the undead corpses with the toe of the boot. "So do we just ignore the fact that these people were dead and then started walking around? Might just be me, but not a common thing where I come from."

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

"It seems odd that bandits would miss this jewelry. Would it not be the first things sought? And where did this zombies come from?"

"Is anyone hurt?"

~~~

Aevien sets off after the tracks with Ghost by his side.


Aevien casts Goodberry [roll0] berries
Aevien's Survival to track [roll1] +2 if Ghost succeeds in his aid.
Aeviens perception [roll2]
Ghost's will Assist Aevien [roll3]
Ghost's perception [roll4]

[iTookUrNick]

Rocky usual smile fades as he speaks "I've seen things: things that lurk in the dark, things with sadistic intents and things with cold, calculating minds of pure evil. I do not mind a couple of zombies..." A shiver cruises through his body, despite the cold weather outfit.

"But now that you mention it" he continues, after regaining some composure "it is not usual for bandits to leave loot behind, or raise the bodies of the dead, or leave traps behind. Not at all..."
[roll0] in case it is needed (it usually is)
Oh, and it might be a little late, but: [roll1]. Perhaps I can see if there was anything unusual about these things.

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros looks up from his tracking, his usually wandering eyes focusing.

"Didn't you hear the mercenary? Weren't you on the same room?

There are winter fey about. No bandit commands winter fey. There is something afoot. More than banditry."

[IndianaO'Grimes]

The only track the group can find that leads into the forest is visible through the snow. The track is wide enough for the group to travel in single file.

Rocky remembers that zombies are animated with magic, but they are generally controlled. These zombies were likely animated in the bandit attack, as they did not have to wait for commands to respond.

Aevien creates four goodberries.

I'll need a marching order for the track. Also, the track is easily visible, so you will not need to make Survival checks while following it.

[Syekate]

Wisteria raises an eyebrow at Rocky. Kind of a creepy little gnome when he wants to be. "Well then, I suppose we head on down the trail and see if we can determine the source of this mess. After you, Muscles," she says with a sweeping arm gesture indicating for Aevien to lead the way.

[IndianaO'Grimes]

The group sets off, travelling in a southwesterly direction along the snowy track. As it enters the full expanse of the Border Wood, the trail passes through a small clearing among the taller trees before continuing uphill and out of sight. A large chest lies half-buried in the snow, apparently dropped or discarded by those who hastily passed this way.

[iTookUrNick]

"A chest! I bet there's some neat stuff inside something like that..." murmurs Rocky, curious as always. "Do you want me to take a look? I'm always feel lucky with chests!" he asks to the others. "And careful." he adds.

[Syekate]

Wisteria can't help but laugh, her lilting voice quickly swallowed by the dense quiet woods. "I bet you're lucky with chests, little man. Go have your fun, see what you can find. We'll have your back."

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

"Be careful."

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros looks at the chest suspiciously.

'Go ahead, if you are sure you can handle it'

[iTookUrNick]

Rocky skips ahead, going for the chest. He takes a good look at it and the ground around it, looking for signs of foul play. he even casts Detect Magic to see if there are any supernatural surprises. If nothing suspicious comes up, his plan is to try and open it.
[roll0] Well, dang...

[IndianaO'Grimes]

Rocky examines the chest, but finds nothing wrong with it. Similarly, his spell to detect magic reveals no evidence of anything remotely magical.

As Wisteria and Tefkros wait for Rocky to decide what to do, they notice what looks like a log with large metal spikes suspended from a tree, just out of sight so that only one who was either particularly observant or paranoid would see it. A thin rope runs from the log to the chest, obviously set so that opening the chest will result in the log coming down, likely to crush whoever opened it.

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

tefkros continues to mutter inaudibly as Rocky does his thing. He looks around and then at the sky and then around, still muttering, but something catches his eye. His eyes suddenly focus with the intensity of a hawk and he yells.

"Stop! There is a trap on the chest! There on the tree? Do you see?

Leave it be. It is probably empty."

[iTookUrNick]

"See: I was lucky. That you saw the trap before it sprung, I mean." says Rocky still smiling but taking a few cautionary steps backward. "I'm still curious about what's inside, though. Can't we try and see if we can disarm it? Like, by hitting the rope with a thrown rock or something?"

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien takes his backpack, shield and sword off and carefully starts to climb the tree the log is in.

Take 10 for 14 climb. The goal is to tie off the rope so the tap can't go off or to lower the log slowly.

[iTookUrNick]

"Thank you" says Rocky from a safe distance from the whole contraption "That's awfully nice of you, Mr..." he blinks: he does not remember the man's name. "Uh, what did you say your name was agin?" he asks.

[Syekate]

"Come to think of it, there was never any particular exchange of pleasantries. We'd best be on a first name basis if we're going to be fighting together. As I stated back in town, you can all call me Wisteria."

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

"My name is just Aevien, and you are welcome."

Ghost growls.

"And that is Ghost."

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros, his eyes still on the chest and trap, looks momentarily at the others.


"I am Tefkros. We met, with some of you.

Do you want me to try and spring the trap with a stick?"

If the other say yes, Tefkros will take a long stick from the ground and spring it.

[iTookUrNick]

"And I am Rocky. " says the gnome, concluding the round of pleasantries. "Now, back to the trap business" :smallsmile:

[IndianaO'Grimes]

Aevien shimmies up the tree, attempting to get a better view of the trap. A spiked log hangs from two ropes tied around a large tree branch, and another rope has been tied to the log then thrown over a tree to the branch, then tied to the chest down below. The two ropes tied to the branch have obvious slack, and the design of the trap suggests that if activated, it would swing down and hit anyone near the chest.

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien describes the ropes, while pointing and such and then says, "I am going to cut one of the main supports. That should drop the log away from the chest."

"I suggest moving a good distance away."

Once the party is safely away, he will cut one of the main supports.

[King Tius]

Pik Nik bows graciously when introductions are made. "Pik Nik the Pious, at your humble service."

"Curious that someone would take the time to set this kind of trap up, don't you think?"

[iTookUrNick]

"Indeed" agrees Rocky as they move away from the chest. "But then, they say a lot of bad stuff about feys"

[IndianaO'Grimes]

The group moves back down the track, far enough away from the chest that they should be safe. Aevien severs the rope causing the log to swing down, in a path that would allow it to impale anyone in front of the chest. After a few swings, the log comes to a stop, just above the chest.

[iTookUrNick]

"Ok. Now I open the chest!" :smallsmile:

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien climbs down after the rope is cut. "I find it ... odd as well. The trap does not strike me like bandits or fey. I am curious if their is anything in it. Maybe they could no longer carry the chest and so trapped it."

Ghost lies down about 15' from the chest.

He will climb slowly taking 10 again.

[Syekate]

Wisteria looks around to see if anyone may have heard the sound of the swinging log and come to investigate, but otherwise waits patiently for Rocky to claim whatever is within the chest.

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros also keeps an eyes around for possible watchers or interruption while investigating the chest.

[IndianaO'Grimes]

Rocky opens the chest to find nothing. The bottom of the chest is visible and with a quick observation, it can be seen that there is no false bottom.

[iTookUrNick]

"Well, that was a bit of a letdown" comments Rocky with an audible sigh. "Come on, let's get back in motion".

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien nods. "Traps generally have as little value in them as possible." With that he sets off on the trail and Ghost jumps up to go with him.

Perception [roll0]
Survival (Trucking) [roll1] to track


Ghost will assist Aevien
Perception [roll2]
Survival (Trucking) [roll3] to track

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

"What the big man said. Traps only need bait."

Sighing and with an angry look at the sky, as if it was the gods fault for not filling the chest with gold, Tefkros moves near Aevien and helps track, his eyes open.

Survival [roll0] Perception [roll1]

[Syekate]

Wisteria gives Rocky a sympathetic smile and continues onward.

hey all, I'm on vacation using mobile until Monday. Posting may be spotty. Perception: [roll0]

[IndianaO'Grimes]

The group continues along the track. The snow becomes increasingly deep in this part of the forest, where a windswept gully carves a path through a tree-covered ridge. A soft cascade of snow falls from an overhead branch, hissing softly as it strikes the ground. As the members trudge through the snow, they hear the sound of something moving through the snow, then see a tatzylwyrm emerge from under a pile of snow, heading straight towards the group.

Roll for initiative; I believe we're doing the average? And also add 1000xp to your characters, I forgot to tell you guys earlier.

[iTookUrNick]

[roll0]
Can you tell us what knowledge to roll to get more info about this thing. Is it arcane?

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros
HP10 AC18

Tefkros loses no time when he spots the trouble. With a smooth motion, he sends an arrow flying towards the charging... thing.


Initiative [roll0]
Nature [roll1]
Atk [roll2] dmg [roll3]

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien steps in front of the group, pulling his shield and scimitar out.

Ghost moves to Aevien's left and shifts to a position so he can flank the creature.

Aevien's Initiative [roll0]
Aevien's perception [roll1]
knowledge(Nature) [roll2]

Ghost's Initiative [roll3]
Ghosts's perception [roll4]

[King Tius]

Pik Nik

The little white kobold's eyes light up as the Tatzylwyrm comes rushing in. He throws his hands up and rushes to the front of the group.

"WAIT WAIT WAIT! DON'T ATTACK! LET ME SPEAK TO IT!"

Switching to Draconic and dropping to his knees, Pik Nik activates his Diplomatic Immunity (Sanctuary) ability as he grovels to the tatzylwyrm.

<"Oh mighty guardian of these great woods! Please, we mean you no disrespect! Stay your might that we might treat!">

Initiative Roll: [roll0]
Diplomacy: [roll1]

[Syekate]

Wisteria holds her mace in position to attack if need be, but lets the little kobold get a word in first.

Initiative [roll0] plus modifier. Back to regular posting Tuesday.

[iTookUrNick]

Rocky readies a shot as well, though he tries to appear non-threatening as the bards plays Pied Piper with the wyrm.
Initiative was 8. [roll0], [roll1]
HPs: 10. AC 22 (flat-footed 17)

[IndianaO'Grimes]

The tatzylwyrm flings itself at Wisteria, obviously trying to target the least heavily-armed member of the party, but the attack is futile as Wisteria easily sidesteps the wyrm. It lands lightly, and attempts to attack again. However, at Pik Nik's words, it stops and turns to the kobold, breathing heavily for a few seconds before responding. <You have my attention bard. Now what do you want?>

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien move to be between the group and the beast, lowering his sword a little.

[King Tius]

Pik Nik

Remaining in his kneeling position, Pik Nik begins to wave his hands about in wild gestures as he speaks, but he is careful to keep his gaze lowered respectfully at the ground in front of the Tatzylwyrm and never meets its gaze directly.

<"Truly you are as gracious and merciful as Apsu himself! These brave warriors and this lowly worm seek a softskin woman who was taken by the Winter Witches. We were following their trail when we foolishly stumbled into your domain. If Your Righteousness would permit us to pass through your realm, we will continue on with the greatest of haste!">

For anyone in the group that understands Draconic, you notice that, in addition to the change in vocabulary, Pik Nik's attitude and demeanor have lost every ounce of their weird confidence as he plays the part of grovelling slave.

[Syekate]

Wisteria stands wide-eyed, trembling slightly at the encounter, inches away from the jaws of a... dragon? Wyrm? She holds very still, hoping not to incite the beast's wrath.

[IndianaO'Grimes]

The tatzylwyrm is silent for a few seconds, as it ponders Pik Nik's words. Finally, it speaks. Very well. You are of draconic descent, and for that I will allow you and your allies to pass. The warm bows, and moves back to its hole.

[iTookUrNick]

Rocky keeps silent as they leave the scene, but once they are just out of earshot he comments with delight "That was sooooo cool!"

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

Tefkros unclenches his bow and looks suspiciously at the retreating worm. Things cannot have gone well, could they?

Well. The world is full of surprises. As they move away, he turns at Pik.

"That was well done. I did not understand anything of the gibberish, but I would not have believed it if I had not seen it"

[IndianaO'Grimes]

The group continues along the path. Feathered bundles and strange fetishes hang from the lowest branches of the trees in this part of the forest, swaying and shifting in the wind. All are stuck with small pins holding pieces of leather bound around them. While the group do not see anything out of the ordinary, they feel malevolent entities watching them.

Roll perception checks. Also add 600 xp for dealing with the Tatzylwyrm.

[Smileybastard]

Aevien & Ghost

Aevien and Ghost move forward, eyes alert to danger.

Aevien's Perception [roll0]
Ghost's Perception [roll1]

[ProudGrognard]

Tefkros

How bow ready, his head moving around, Tefkros also continues on. He looks at the fetishes with a frown -nothing good comes out from them, ever- but he keeps on


Perception [roll0]
Survival, if needed [roll1]
Nature [roll2]

[iTookUrNick]

"Oh, I'm sure it's not as bad as it looks... and feels..." says Rocky, his voice dropping steadily into a whimper. Even so, he looks around for things that might prove him wrong, bow at the ready.
[roll0], plus [roll1] for the significance of the fetishes.

[Syekate]

Mace ever in hand, Wisteria eyes the fetishes warily, being sure not to touch them. "Even so, looks pretty bad..." she says in response to Rocky's optimism.

Perception: [roll0]

[King Tius]

Pik Nik gets to his feet and bows graciously to the tatzylwyrm as it lets them pass. <"Your generosity this day will not be forgotten. May your horde grow a hundred times as numerous as your scales!">

Once the group is well-passed the tatzylwyrm, Pik Nik begins to sing and is practically skipping as he walked. "I'm sorry if you couldn't understand most of that. He was really quite pleasant, when you get right down to it."

Perception: [roll0]

[IndianaO'Grimes]

The group notices nothing out of the ordinary about their surroundings. The fetishes have no real religious significance, but upon closer inspection can be seen to be the corpses of crows, hung from the trees in a morbid display of cruelty. A trio of tiny arrows suddenly fly from the trees, aimed at Wisteria. They miss, harmlessly thudding into the snow beside the group. Inspection of the forest reveals something flitting between the trees, three creatures only about the size of a small bird.

I've taken a suggestion from the other group and decided to roll your initiatives then average them against enemies, just so that combat flows quicker. The group goes first, and you can post in any order.

[Smileybastard]

Aevien and Ghost

Aevien looks into the trees for the little archers. "We don't mean you any harm."

Perception [roll0]

Ghost stays hidden in the shadows and looks for the little fliers.

Perception [roll1]

[iTookUrNick]

Contrary to most other people, Rocky does not associate small size with harmlessness. He readies a shot with his bow, to be fired in case of further acts of aggression from either group.
Readied action: [roll0], [roll1]

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

"The arrows could be poisoned."

[Syekate]

Wisteria startles as the arrows go whizzing by. "What in the hells?! I would love to know why everything wants to attack me so badly."

[Smileybastard]

Aevien

Aevien moves directly in front of Wisteria. "Stay behind me.