Reign of Winter: The Snows of Summer [IC]

[lostsole31]

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"Every 100 years, the Witch Queen Baba Yaga returns to the nation of Irrisen to place a new daughter on the throne, but this time, something has gone wrong. Far to the south, winter cloaks the forest near the village of Heldren with summer snows. The heroes venture into the wood and discover a magical portal to the frozen land of Irrisen, whose supernatural winter will soon engulf all of Golarion unless they can discover the fate of the otherworldly witch Baba Yaga—a quest that will take them through snowbound Irrisen to even stranger lands beyond."


DRAMATIS PERSONAE


Name
[Player]

Color

Race [Ethnicity]
(Gender ID)

AL

Side 1

Side 2



(Lady) Argentea Malassene
[NPC]

Teal

Human [Taldan]
(f)
LG
Cavalier 4
[Inspiring Commander]
Warder 4
[Hussar]


Arthog
[NPC]

Golden Rod

??? Winged? Unicorn
(m)
??
LA 4
Unicorn 4


Darkhelm, the Peaceful Void
[NPC]

Indigo

Astomoi
(f)

NG
???
???


Moorgram Kelvar
[Ostoril]

Dark Orange

Human [Taldan]
(m)
N
???
Witch (Endurance) 3
[Gingerbread Witch]


Ten-Penny Tacey

Fire Brick Red

Half-Orc [Cragkin, Taldan]
(f)
CN
Druid 3
[Feyspeaker]
Rogue 3



[B]Windrunner

Purple

Zealot Griffin
(m)
LG
Griffin 4
Paladin 2/
Ranger 1
[Divine Tracker]/
LA 1

[lostsole31]

Drina Fakete


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Description 5' 9", 125 lbs.; Green Eyes, Red Hair

Tall and thin, but fit. Red hair, green eyes w/ freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Hands and arms are scarred terribly, as if by burns, and she keeps them covered by long sleeves.

Personality

A bit of a know-it-all, Passionate when she is sure she is right. Not afraid to argue, even with those in authority.

Home of Record

Varisia, Avistan


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[lostsole31]

Tenzei


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Description 5' 7", 240 lbs.; Brown Eyes, Bald (but Black body hair and stubble)

A young man with the distinctive features of the Tian. He has a short growth of stubble on his head. As if he once shaved it but has since forgotten. He is strong of limb and limber, and his clothes are fastidiously clean, but they are frayed and beginning to lose their color.

It is as if this man has been walking for a long time, with very little.

Personality

Quiet, almost demure. When Tenzei makes eye contact he does not hold it for long. He is polite and kind however. He is a follower, not a leader, and a bit of a pushover.

Home of Record

Xiwu, Lingshen, Tian Xia


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[lostsole31]

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Starday, 20 Erastus 4713 AR (Waxing Gibbous)

Today's Poor Rykard Almanac entry for expected weather today is a low of 60 and a high of 80 (degrees Fahrenheit), with dry winds coming from the south off of the Inner Sea at 20 mph. A good wind and dry air to keep from feeling the bite of the middle of summer. And Old Rykard the Redundant's famous Almanac - put out once every five years as a periodical mainly for farmers and sailors, is a pretty penny because it comes from powerful divination. Sure, sure, there are those days where strange events and magic throw something off for a day or so. And the weather ends up tracking properly with the estimates in the alamanac within a week, usually w/in 10% of expected.

In the village of Heldren, a small village in Taldor just north of the Border Wood near Qadira, the PCs .... be they short-term residents or very recent arrivals ... have heard rumors of strange, unseasonable pockets of wintry weather appearing across Taldor. Or at least, such is circulated among Heldren's gossip mongers.

The reality of today in Heldren is a low of 55 and a high of 75 and dry. So, that is only a shade cooler and well within the alamanac's tolerance range, right? The only thing a little off is that the winds are from the north 15 mph ... same speed, different direction. But not entirely unseasonable.

But step outside of the town proper, and things take a turn for the weird ... and tragic.

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 of summer 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.

Where might each of you be during a weekend (Starday = Saturday) when folks get together earlier than normal pub hours to ruminate? Go fishing with friends at the end of the week? Get a little extra business as possible to see to your success? Maybe get ready to court that special someone at a midsummer dance held this evening?

[Kvard51]

Drina sets out in the late afternoon towards the towns largest tavern. She makes sure her colorful dress is swishing and swirling as she takes a roundabout route so people see there is a Varisian Wanderer in Heldren and to give them time to get curious. Is she a fortune teller? A Kapenia Dancer? She wants the crowd excited by her presence and what it might mean, because she means to earn a little coin tonight.

She arrives at the tavern just before dusk, finding a corner table with less than perfect lighting. She sits, orders a glass of wine, and begins shuffling her cards. So far she hasn’t said a word, but she is open for business.

[Denomar]

"Not far now my friend. You may rest soon."

The gates of Heldren such as they were loomed ahead a hundred meters up the path. There was the promise of warmth and safety, employment perhaps. Most importantly food. The young man's companion did not answer. He could not, the dead-after all-do not speak.

The young man; Tenzei, was not bothered by the man's limp weight, there was a strength to his arms that belied his portly cheeks and belly. He wore a brown faded robe and sturdy boots with a rucksack about his shoulders. His pate covered in a thin fuzz of stubble, as if his head was once shaved but had been neglected. It was itchy, but Tenzei's arms were full of the corpse of a dead man. Like a solid boulder rolling down a hill he took step after step forwards until at last the gates were firmly in front of him. Adjusting his stance, Tenzei raised his eyes to the watchman.

"Good afternoon. I am but a soul in search of succor. This one is a soul in search of rest. Could you direct me to your house of graves?"

Tenzei tried to smile warmly and look the man in the eye, but could not maintain the open guileless stare for long. He dropped his eyes to the ground in front of his feet and waited, nervous yet patient.

[jss1701]

Griss looks up from his meal as an unusual woman enters the tavern, and watches as she makes her way to a table.
He then gets back to eating his dinner.

[Ostoril]

Amanu takes his time casually strolling around the edges of the village looking for signs of the unnatural or any defilement that might have upset the natural world. Having only recently arrived, the stories of strange weather cause his tail to bristle and his mood to foul. With a somewhat forced smile he greets anyone he encounters and questions what they have heard of the strange weather.


Assessment: Looking for things obviously out of the ordinary. Patches of ice, strange tracks, broken fences, strange noises, strange formations of birds or the like.

[lostsole31]

Drina

Business is quite slow right now at Heldren's only tavern, the Silver Stoat. It stands right on the town square across from the town hall.

A fixture of village life, the tavern fills up with patrons in the evening as they gather to share gossip, hear news, and reward themselves for a hard day’s work. Anything that’s worth knowing in Heldren gets talked about here, and if asked where he got a particularly juicy bit of gossip or information, a villager will likely say, “I heard it from the Stoat.”

Husband and wife Menander (male human) and Kale Garimos (female human) run the Silver Stoat as if it were their family kitchen—there’s always a seat at the table or a space by the hearth for a guest, or a warm bowl of Menander’s hearty stew for an empty belly. Menander works in the kitchen, cooking up his famous venison flank steak and numble pie. Kale tends bar, serving up the tavern’s signature brew, Three Devil Ale, which she brews in-house using imported Chelish hops. Heldren doesn’t get many visitors, so there is no true inn in the village, but travelers are welcome to a spot on the floor of the Stoat next to the fireplace for a night, as long as they’re up early and on their way. Those who linger risk a rude awakening from Menander’s wet mop in their faces.

Drina, what is your "general intention" while here? Also, will you be eating a meal and having a drink?

Tenzei

There are no gates whatsoever to this town. Two roads from the cardinal directions quarter the town, but Tenzei comes in from the north. He passes several homes when he accosts somebody to whom he can pose his query. They look at Tenzei and his grim wares and points down the street ... past a town square and statue, and Tenzei is directed to a building with a downward-facing bow. Tenzei is not familiar with the symbol, but if that is what the man points to....

As Tenzei approaches the town square, he sees a building to his right on the northwest corner with a sign that says, "General Store," but it looks like they are just closing for the day. To your left on the northeast corner is a sign that says "Town Hall."

You pass through the Town Square. The most notable feature of Heldren’s town square is the large statue of a beautiful woman right in the center of the town.

You pass the Town Square. To your right on the southwestern corner is a picture of some type of white weasel-like creature, and the sounds from it inform you that is the obvious village pub. To your left is a simple, two-story house on the corner, obviously the home of someone prominent. Next to that building is the one with the sign of a downwards-facing bow with arrow. Something about the simplicity of this larger building tells you it is likely either the town guard (bow-and-arrow) or some type of spiritual or religious space.

What do you do?

[doko239]

Too many rumors.

Isolde rides slowly down the road towards Heldren from her small cottage in the nearby woods, lost in thought. Above, a large black raven flits from tree to tree, branch to branch, keeping pace.

There had been too many rumors lately. Though she had an (admittedly deserved) reputation for severity and inhospitality, sometimes bordering on outright hostility, Isolde's status as a healer and knowledge-keeper caused many of the townsfolk to cautiously seek her advice and aid. They invariably brought news, or whatever was considered to be news in Heldren... which usually consisted of which cows had recently had calves and how the local turnip crop was faring.

Recently, though, there had been more unusual tales. Stories of unseasonable weather; Sightings of unusual creatures; And now some noblewoman had apparently gone missing. Ordinarily, Isolde would dismiss these tales as the idle ramblings of ignorant villagers, but the details all aligned too closely to be entirely without merit. If even half of these rumors were true, it could mean very unpleasant things in the near future.

More information was obviously required. And, as distasteful as it may be, there was only one place to get that information. Steeling herself for the inevitable stares and whispers, Isolde presses on towards the town.

[Kvard51]

Once the wine she ordered is delivered, Drina takes a drink and makes a bit of a show of swishing it around before swallowing, ”Ahh! An excellent wine for so small a village. And would tonight’s meal be as fine?, the fortune teller asked, smiling her best smile at her server.

”You know what? Just go ahead and bring supper when you are ready to serve. This establishment is very clean, and the wine is good. And would your proprietor mind if I earned a few coppers plying my trade over here in the corner tonight?”, she asked, I would be happy to Harrow for him for free, should he wish it. Or his lady wife instead.”

[lostsole31]

Griss

Griss, the woman you noted is easily recognizable as a Varisian woman, which is not very common in Taldor (but not exceptionally rare, either).

You continue to enjoy (or hate, your choice) your meal of roasted falcon with rosemary, pistachios and malabar chestnuts with a salad of steamed broadleaf arrowhead, elephant foot yam and cherries.

Griss, what will you drink with your meal?

Amanu

During his strolls around the edges of he village (which I assume are the edges of the areas the village claims and not the town proper, which is tiny), Amanu will hear a racket like a lot of bees. Though it sounds like more bees than he would think, indicating their might be a hive nearby, it is also the sign of good summer activity. Even the air is a good, dry, warm day. Not too warm, sure, but it was a nice day nevertheless. There is nothing indicative in or around Heldren that there is "unseasonable weather."

Asking around for a few hours during the afternoon and into the late afternoon, Amanu learns a lot of gossip.Everyone says the weather is unseasonably cold for midsummer—it even snowed in the Border Wood! Most suspect magic is involved, and some fear Qadiran agents played a role in it.

Old Man Dansby claims that someone keeps stealing from his fields. His farm lies closest to the Border Wood, where half his crops have died from an icy frost and the rest have been carried off.

A farmer’s son took ill a few days ago after falling through the ice over Wishbone Creek. The boy said he spotted a white stag in the forest—and heard it talking—then tried to follow it.

Isolde

Isolde gets into town. It seems there was a minor dance that was going to be held in the Town Square, but with the rumors of strange weather and a waylaid noble's train, there will be a normal Starday-night evening. Which means the only action (or interaction) one is likely to have will be at the Silver Stoat.


Drina

Dinner tonight is roasted falcon with rosemary, pistachios and malabar chestnuts with a salad of steamed broadleaf arrowhead, elephant foot yam and cherries. With a good meal and a glass of (basic b***h) wine, the total comes to 5 silver. All Drina has is gold, so she pays with a gold measure, and gets five silver weight in change.Let me know if you leave a tip.

[Kvard51]

Drina slides a silver back across the table to the server, "Thank you. I'm sure I will enjoy the meal."

[Denomar]

Tenzei has no choice but to trust the locals. He strides towards the building marked with a bow and arrow. Hopefully here he can complete his final duty to his former master.

Gingerly he climbs the steps and right as door yawns before him....

his stomach growls.

That of course will be stage two of business once this sordid affair has been closed.

"Hello?" he calls.

[lostsole31]

Denomar

It may take a bang of the door or two rather than a gingerly voiced salutation, but a man appears, a relatively handsome, bearded half-elf. He looks at you with a smile, before his eyes track to your Weekend-at-Bernie's drinking buddy.

"What happened, and who are you, and who was he?" he says while immediately easing Tenzei of the weight while bringing Grygor to the ground and tending to him.

[Denomar]

Tenzei politely, but firmly steps back as the handsome half elf reaches for the corpse.

"I thank you. But this man is my burden until I can see him at rest." He looks into the blank face of the body and then back to the handsome be-whiskered man.

"I am Tenzei, and this man is, was, Grygor; a slayer of monsters and my master until he is set in repose within the ground." Tenzei's voice is flat, and painstakingly accented, as a result the speech is slow and methodical, almost as if listening to a recording at 90% playback speed. "He traveled to this place in search of coin, that he may partake in more things to taste and drink if I am not mistaken. He was taken in the night by death. I would guess it was his heart, his liver, or his humors that took him."

Tenzei smiles wanly. "I was to keep him safe. I have failed in that charge. A man said this place was the place to bring one who is deceased. Can you assist me in showing me where I can bury him as is proper to the customs of this place? I am afraid that I have no money with which to pay you, but anything on this man's body is yours as recompense. As his slave they are not mine to take."

[lostsole31]

Denomar

"I am Elder Natharen Safander, priest of Erastil, but also overseeing our village's shrines here to Abadar, Gozreh, Pharasma, and even Sarenrae. I will see to this man as is proper, but he will be prepared and buried according to Erastilian customs if I see nothing about him but the secular," the man says.

"Come inside, I will feed you and give you a roof over your head this night. It would do I and my wife Zaander well to have a visitor to dine with, and we can share news. But first, help me move Old Grygor to the viewing room, and on the morrow I shall tend to him as is rite."

[Denomar]

"I...Thank you. Your kindness is uncommon for one as Forsaken as I. Show me the way."

Tenzei follows Natharen into the temple, grateful to have found the close to this particularly nasty chapter of his life.

[jss1701]

Finishing his meal. Griss steps over to the bar to get a light ale, then walks over to the corner table where the woman is sitting.
"A card reader. Can't say I've ever met a fortune teller who really could, but maybe you're the first. May I sit?"

[lostsole31]

Tenzei

You uncover information regarding the Temple of Erastil in town. [See Discord writeup.]

In addition, while not gossips, Elder Safander and Zaarida - who see to the spiritual concerns of the village and thus interface with a lot of people each day. This, combined with Tenzei's endearingly humble demeanor, gets them to open up about town rumors.Everyone says the weather is unseasonably cold for midsummer—it even snowed in the Border Wood! Most suspect magic is involved, and some fear Qadiran agents played a role in it.

Old Man Dansby claims that someone keeps stealing from his fields. His farm lies closest to the Border Wood, where half his crops have died from an icy frost and the rest have been carried off.

A farmer’s son took ill a few days ago after falling through the ice over Wishbone Creek. The boy said he spotted a white stag in the forest—and heard it talking—then tried to follow it.

A group of rangers in the Border Wood called the High Sentinels usually keep bandit activity curbed. They’re doing a poor job if brigands could attack a well-armed caravan and abduct Lady Argentea.

Locals say a hunter named Dryden Kepp claimed he saw a giant white weasel on the High Ridge in the forest. No one believed him so he went back to trap it and prove them wrong.

Two weeks ago, Lady Argentea Malassene traveled past Heldren on her way from Oppara to Zimar to meet her betrothed. Rumor has it the two didn’t get along and Lady Argentea caused a scandal by calling off the engagement and returning home.
(This will close out Tenzei for the night.)

Griss (and Drina)

Griss, it costs four (copper) pennies for your ale, and another five silver weights for your meal (removed from your sheet). Do you offer a tip?
Griss and Drina are now sitting together, but we will track any small talk they may have in a side-channel so as not to hold everyone up.

[jss1701]

Yes, Griss will give the server an extra silver.

[doko239]

Isolde regards the empty square with a frown. The villagers really must be spooked if they've abandoned their usual diversions.

Arriving at the Stoat, Isolde hobbles her tired horse outside before entering, the raven quickly landing on her shoulder as she closes the door behind her. Taking a moment to let her eyes adjust to the darkness, she regards the crowd inside, noting faces both familiar and strange. Some more strange than others, as she sees a flamboyant catfolk in the corner of the room.

Taking a table near the entrance to the inn, Isolde seats herself with her back to the wall, watching the room. She calls to the barmaid:

"Water".

Isolde tilts her head as the raven puts its beak to her ear.

"And bread".

[lostsole31]

Yes, Griss will give the server an extra silver.
Done.

Isolde she sees a flamboyant catfolk ...

Taking a table near the entrance to the inn, Isolde seats herself with her back to the wall, watching the room. She calls to the barmaid:

"Water".

Isolde tilts her head as the raven puts its beak to her ear.

"And bread".
She does recognize, indeed that it is a catfolk. She knows that most catfolk are personable humanoids that are very adept hunters and climbers.

Isolde will be served bread and a cup of water. She is charged three copper pennies for her repast (removed from sheet). Will she tip?

What is it Isolde would like to accomplish while at the Silver Stoat? Just eating and back to her cottage for the evening?

[Toptomcat]

Minh

A group small in number, but large in bulk, ambles into the Silver Stoat as twilight begins to set in. There's Carl Schuhmann and his two grown sons, boisterous, happy and red-faced- plainly, they've been doing something active, though from the smell of it they had the courtesy to wash before coming in. Half a head above even big Carl, and broader than Elias, towers a stranger- a snake-headed stranger in robes of a foreign cut. The room tenses for a moment, then eases an instant later as he leaves his weapon by the door and they absorb the relaxed tone of their conversation.

"-I thought everyone from that far out East knew how, is all."

"Many do. But I'm a spearman, not a monk: if someone's close enough to come to grips, things are going badly."

"...why ask to practice with us, then? Sure, I can wrestle, and young Elias has picked up a few tricks, but the little clearing outside my cottage is hardly the House of Untwisting Iron."

The big nagaji shrugs eloquently.

"Many reasons. Because it's tough to find a partner to practice spear-fencing with outside a major city or a military encampment, but you can find folk wrestling anywhere on the face of Golarion. Because sometimes you very much need to know what to do when things are going badly. Because it's excellent exercise even if- especially if-you're not very good at it."

They find a seat on the table between the fortuneteller's and Isolde, and- hungry from the day's exertions- he orders a helping each of the stew, the steak, and the pie, washing it down with small beer.

As the meal winds down and he massages a knot from his shoulder, his eyes happen to meet one of the other travelers', and there's a lull in the noise of the tavern. He takes the chance to strike up a fresh conversation:

"Big day for a small town. Myself, you. More than one other that I've seen. Some whim of Desna's, maybe?"

General intention is to ingratiate himself with the locals and come across as an amiable traveler rather than a threat- as well as establish RPwise that Minh works to keep his physique rather than just 'having Strength 20,' lack of training rules in D&D be damned.

[lostsole31]

Minh

He is given his meal and small beer.

Towards the end of his banter with the Schulmann boys and anyone else he chats with, he does get the bill. His meal comes to 5 silver weights and 4 copper pennies. When Minh reaches to his pouch, he remembers to his horror that he had run out of money!

What does he do?

[doko239]

Isolde accepts the food and drink without comment. Tipping isn't really in her nature, not so much out of malice or spite but because it simply wouldn't occur to her to do so. Setting the plate of bread aside for her raven companion, she stares at her glass of water as she focuses her attention on the surrounding conversation.

For the moment, she will simply sit in the corner and listen to the chatter of the patrons, trying to pick up any mention of the missing noble or any of the other strange occurrences. If she hears any key words being spoken, like "Argentea Malassene" or "missing noble", etc. she will take note of the speaker for later.

Perception: [roll0] (+7 base, +2 for Awareness)

[lostsole31]

Isolde

You don't overhear anything along the lines of what you were hoping to overhear. This is really the only scuttlebutt of interest that trips your "that's uncommon" meter...Everyone says the weather is unseasonably cold for midsummer—it even snowed in the Border Wood! Most suspect magic is involved, and some fear Qadiran agents played a role in it.

Old Man Dansby claims that someone keeps stealing from his fields. His farm lies closest to the Border Wood, where half his crops have died from an icy frost and the rest have been carried off.

A farmer’s son took ill a few days ago after falling through the ice over Wishbone Creek. The boy said he spotted a white stag in the forest—and heard it talking—then tried to follow it.
The above takes up her night, and it will be assumed that she will return to her cottage afterwards. Evening activities are closed out.
Minh

(See last post.)

Griss & Drina

Your conversation will come to an end at some point. (Don't worry, you can RP "in a time bubble" for as long as you'd like in the RP channel, as long as it doesn't inform, or be informed by, anything occurring in the IC.) But because you are socializing together, you won't really do anything else productive that evening. So your evening activities are closed out.

Tenzei

(Evening closed out, as already posted.)

Amanu
(see your directed post from before)

[Ostoril]

As the hour grows late into the afternoon, Amanu contemplates what he has learned. He makes his way toward The Silver Stoat for some food and drink while he contemplates his next move.

[Toptomcat]

Minh

When the traveler ignores him, Minh shrugs and goes back to his meal without complaint.


Towards the end of his banter with the Schulmann boys and anyone else he chats with, he does get the bill. His meal comes to 5 silver weights and 4 copper pennies. When Minh reaches to his pouch, he remembers to his horror that he had run out of money!

What does he do?

Any time spent on the road will involve both fat times and lean, and while Minh is low on free cash, he's not quite as broke as it might seem. Many of the spices and ingredients in his pack are trade goods (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/equipmenT/goods-and-services/furniture-trade-goods-vehicles/#table-foods-spices) sought-after across Golarion- and while someone in a village as small as this might rightly raise an eyebrow at being offered vanilla or saffron, everyone needs salt. He takes a small wooden box from his pack and withdraws two folded paper packages that he hands to the waitstaff.

"I'm sure the proprietor won't object to being paid in good, pure salt? From the saltworks at Mut. That for the meal tonight- and I would much appreciate if I could be woken at dawn when the cookfire's lit, and if I could use the Stoat's oven to bake when it's free. I've my own ingredients."

It's a somewhat unusual request, but given that each of the packets is a carefully-measured ounce, he's just effectively offered a few pennies for the privilege of using their stove that morning. Or as a tip, if the request's denied.

Consider my evening closed out.

[lostsole31]

Amanu

Amanu, many strange faces in the bar, but either they seem engaged in their own discussions, or they seem unsociable in nature at the very least. Tables are taken, and you have to sit at the bar to eat. Your musket gets strange looks, but you are told to put it against the wall, and they point. There is already a strange-looking polearm with many metal projections sitting against the wall.

Do you comply? Meanwhile, you will overhear and see the below...

Minh

A man comes over to mystified woman serving you. "What seems to be the issue?" he asks her.

"Husband, this .... person .... refuses to pay in proper coin. He wants to barter with salt."

The man gives Minh a hard stare. "How much salt? as I am sure my options are either just let it go ... and I don't get paid; or, I call for the constable ... and I still don't get paid, even if you spend the night in luxury."

Minh?

[Ostoril]

Amanu nods to whoever points to the wall and sets his musket down. He moves to find a seat, keeping an eye on the potential criminal.

[Toptomcat]

Minh

The nagaji keeps his voice calm and level, consciously staying seated to avoid looming over the man.

"Certainly not. You will be paid in barter, or you will be paid in labor, or you will call the constable and I will calmly submit to prison or lashing or whatever other penalty you have here, then earn the money or sell what I own and then I will pay you. The one thing I will not accept is you going unpaid.

You have my sincere apologies for my error. I would not have ordered had I remembered my purse was empty.

Where barter is concerned: if two ounces of salt will not do, I have spices that may be of interest. All are kept clean and dry, carefully measured and of good quality. I am a baker of some skill, and take pride in my ingredients and my craft.

As for labor: as I said, I am a more than competent baker. Or, if you've no desire to trust a stranger in your kitchen- understandably- I will cheerfully chop wood and carry water for any reasonable period. You need only look at me to see that I'll do that well enough.

Please, allow me to make this right. I have been careless, but I am not... mā de, what's the right Taldane here...honorless?"

He meets the man's gaze as straightforwardly as he can.

Diplomacy check to persuade: [roll0]

[lostsole31]

Minh

"You ate a meal you weren't ready to pay for," says the proprieter. "No way you got this far in your travels from wherever it is you came from and didn't realize that coin is how commerce is conducted except for some occasions in the marketplace or at an exchange. Everyone else in here knows that, and somehow that escapes you. Tell you what. This meal is on me, because it isn't worth the exhaustion ... but the door, and you walking out of it, is on you. Now. And don't come back."

Minh, you have a feeling that there is no further negotiation or movement of a line in the sand to be had. What do you do?

[Toptomcat]

Minh

The snake-man opens his mouth, sighs, and closes it.

"That's more than reasonable."

He doesn't bother to reiterate his determination to see the man paid: it's clear that further words won't help. He leaves the Stoat.

The important thing is to keep my pack dry. I've made my way with nothing more than flour, water, salt, yeast, and a flat rock before and I can do it again.

The new focus is to find a place to sleep rough that at least keeps my ingredients dry for the morning- and, ideally, me.

[lostsole31]

Minh, it is a warm evening that will get cool, but doesn't seem like it should get to be too cold at all. You will sleep well enough with a bedroll. (Closed out for evening.)

Amanu, you get the meal with the Triple Devil Ale?

[doko239]

Having gathered little information, Isolde will head back home to consider what she has heard. As most of the rumors are surrounding the Border Wood and adjacent areas, that will likely be a good place to start investigating these strange goings-on, and whether they should be of any concern to her. Dansby's farm is as good a place as any to begin.

She'll also consider the newcomers in town. They may be useful, either as sources of information from beyond Heldren, or as dumb muscle in case there turns out to be something to these concerns after all.

Isolde will try to recall anything she knows about Old Man Dansby, his farm and the surrounding area (Presumably Knowledge: Local). She'll also consider who in town is likely to know anything concrete about the missing noble girl or the other issues.

[Ostoril]

Being sure to make sure his coin purse has not sprung a hole, Amanu orders a meal with the Triple Devil Ale.

[lostsole31]

Moonday, 21 Erastus 4713 AR (Full Moon)
Weather: 75/55F. Winds S 5 mph. Dry.

No matter where you are in town, if you are not an early riser, the pre-call to congregation bell rings out, pealing clearly throughout the town and to cottages and lumpy rocks alike.
Amanu, Griss, & Drina, you wake up on the floor of the Silver Stoat and are shooed out. The proprieter's wife Kale Garamoss tells the three of you that word came by that there is a job offer for "people of your ilk" (whatever that means), but you have to attend morning services if you want the job.

Isolde, the morning bell wakes you if not up already. There's a message tacked to your door, requesting to attend services. Now, that isn't new. Since you came here, you ALWAYS get a passive-aggressive invite from Elder Safander to come to services, but this time it is not in his handwriting (well, his wife, as she usually pens these notes with flowing calligraphy). Rather, it is in simple writing and signed by Ionia Teppen, the head of the town council.

Minh, you waken from your bivouac by the voice of a boy calling you nervously at a distance of 20'. He gives you a message that if you are looking to find work and pay for a meal, if you come to town to the Temple of Erastil, you might be in luck.

Tenzei, you actually awoke early and were asked by Zaarida to help set up things for services in the morning (they bribe you with breakfast). She says that Ionia is interested in you. For your peace of mind, Grygory was given a gentle repose so Elder Safaren can conduct a proper service for your last master on the morrow (only in health emergencies are people buried on a Sunday). She has no more details.

[Kvard51]

Drina carefully untangles herself from the others sleeping on the floor. Although she hadn't accomplished anything she set out to the night before, it had been an enjoyable evening with her new catfolk friend. Hopefully, she would remember his name before it became relevant. Checking her knife and her pouches, she grabs her backpack and heads out to the well pump to wash up. She would need a few things here before she took much of a job, at least the things she had not had time to recover from her horse when it was shot out from under her. At least those bandits had received a scare they hadn't bargained for. Of course, it had scared her more than a little when her arms caught fire, too...

"Wake up Cat... Griss. The taverner's wife wants our ilk to find a job. And it's a beautiful day to do so.", she says as she comes back through the door. "Anyone else heading to Old Deadeye's chapel to see about earning our keep?", she asks, looking directly at Amanu with a big grin.

[jss1701]

Stretching out, Griss yawns himself awake.
"Something at the Chapel? Sounds good, just give me a minute to put myself together."

​After begging a bit of bread from the innkeeper's wife, and cleaning up, Griss heads for the chapel.

[Denomar]

Tenzei is more than happy to assist. A meal in payment was an added bonus, he must after all keep the dragon within well fed.

So it is that he finds himself setting out clean buck skins and stringing small bows when the first of the congregation begins to arrive.

[Toptomcat]

Minh
The nagaji stretches, still working out the kinks that come from sleeping rough after an active day.

"Hmmm. Thank you: I'll be there."

His campsite already mostly packed up, Minh takes the time to clean up the last few things, then grabs his long, hooked spear from where it leans against a tree trunk and sets off.

The symbol I saw when I came into town was...a bow, I think. Some elf-god, perhaps? I think I've seen it a few scattered times since arriving in the Inner Sea region, but not much back home. Ah, well- I'll know soon enough.

[lostsole31]

Temple of Erastil

Individually, the outsiders with "long weapons" (Amanu, Minh) are asked to put their weapons at the back wall, not to sit in the pews with them or to stand in the back like vagrants (even though, um, actually.... :smallsmile: )

It is very definitely a service to Erastil, the god of agriculture (and community, smaller commerce and trade, hunting, and archery), though there are shrines to other gods of the Inner Sea as well. (See Discord for writeup on the Temple of Erastil.)

After the service and everyone says their partings, the PCs are all asked to stick around.

Staying behind to speak with them are Councilor Ionnia Teppen (middle-aged female), Elder Natharen Safander (male half-elf cleric of Erastil), & Soothsayer Old Mother Theodora (venerable female human).

"Either because you've asked around, or you look like dangerous folk in one way or other, we were wondering if you could help us," says Councilor Teppen.

The old crone (Old Mother Theodora) speaks up, "You may have heard the rumors, but if not, we can confirm that there have been rumors that a pocket of unearthly winter weather has recently appeared in the Border Wood. A rider from Zimar arrived in town the previous day bearing ominous tidings."

"The rider," says Councilor Teppen, "an Ulfen mercenary named Yuln Oerstag, was part of the guard escorting Lady Argentea Malassene from Zimar to Oppara. As the caravan skirted the Border Wood, however, the noblewoman's carriage came under attacks by bandits and strange, wintry creatures."

"Lady Argentea was carried off," offers Elder Safander simply. "Yuln was the only one to escape."

"He is badly wounded," creaks Old Mother Theodora, "but he has been able to describe the horrific creatures that attacked the noblewoman's party. A native of the far north, Yuln recognized some fo the icy creatures that emerged from the forest, and the tales he shared with us have us all concerned."

"Our village is barely large enough to marshal a decent militia to protect the town," says the cleric, "so we need your assistance."

"Would you be willing," asks Councilor Teppen, "to investigate these events? We beseech you to rescue Lady Argentea and determine the source of the threat hiding in the icy heart of the forest. Unfortunately, we have nothing to offer you but free meals at the Silver Stoat and a spot on their floor while you are ardently pursuiing this task, but likely if you succeed Lady Argentea Malassene's will reward you."

[jss1701]

"So, you're offering room and board in exchange for risking our lives to rescue a noblewoman from unknown captors under completely unknown conditions?
Sounds like a bad deal, but I can't resist the mystery of it."

[Toptomcat]

Minh
The nagaji leaves his spear at the entrance without complaint.

"...hmmm. Certainly I am dangerous. Sifu would be terribly disappointed if I weren't, really.

The, er-"

Cat-man? Cataji? Nekomata?

"...that is to say, you make a good point."

Lacking either their name or knowledge of their species, Minh simply gestures at Griss.

"Mercenary work done simply for room and board, in the hope that someone will be grateful enough to give a reward, is hardly an attractive proposition."

I'd take it up anyway for my own reasons, but it's hardly in my interest to admit it.

"Still, a problem like like that hardly seems likely to stay politely in the Border Wood and refrain from causing trouble if you don't come to it. I'm inclined to accept...on the condition that in addition to feeding and housing us, you also help to treat any injuries we incur in the course of the thing free of the usual clerical donations, should we make it back to town with wounded comrades. It seems the least you could do."

He makes a shallow bow to the others present.

"I am Ming Rong Ngo, a spearman and alchemist of some skill. You are?"

[Denomar]

"Perhaps I could be of assistance with that particular matter."

Tenzei returns the bow (lower as is proper for one of his station). "I have been trained in the manner of physicians, and now that I have seen my former master to his final rest I am bound to serve any who are in need. If you will allow me, than if it is within my power I shall not let you come to harm."

The hefty Tian Shu smiles yet there is something strangely wrong about it you cannot quite put your finger on.

[Toptomcat]

Minh
Minh nods seriously.

"Excellent. That will be most useful. I would still like our employers' agreement that they'd heal you, should we have the misfortune of returning here with you unconscious and unable to heal yourself and others."

[lostsole31]

Both Old Mother Theodora and Elder Safaren readily agree to help with healing.

[Ostoril]

Amanu leaves his musket at the back without protest.

Amanu smiles slightly at the service, while not his own faith, it bares many of the same beliefs and earns the townsfolk his respect.

After listening to the request, Amanu wears a knowing grin. "Ah, my brothers and sisters, what greater reward could there be than the bounties of nature? Food from the earth, shelter and warmth from the woods? Indeed, such rewards are quite appropriate for protecting the lands from these" his voice thickens with detest and his grin turn into a grimace "unnatural intrusions."

He takes a breath and composes himself. "I am more than happy to investigate these matters in exchange for my basic needs. It is only a fair trade to support nature as it supports us." He turns to meet the gaze of all gathered and gestures widely to all that surrounds him. "I am Amanu, and I shall seek out all who would desecrate that which grants us such bounty as you see before us. I welcome all who would join me in restoring the proper balance to the land."

[Denomar]

Tenzei's voice is sober, even a bit sad.

"I am not certain the gods wish me to die. They would lose a great source of entertainment." Tenzei brushes off the moment of discomfort with a wry chuckle.

"Despite how you all must feel, it is best to keep me close. I can only aid those within my reach."

[Kvard51]

Drina laughs at the solemn and somber bunch, ”Looks like I better go along in order to keep things from becoming serious. Do you boys think we can have fun along the way? Or do I need to find some sackcloth and ashes for the journey?”, she says with a smile for each of them.

[Ostoril]

Amanu smiles slightly at Drina. "I have nothing against good cheer, so long as it does not get in the way of what needs doing. Nature would not gift us sunsets or flowers or sweet honey if we were not meant to enjoy them. In fact, that is precisely why we must protect them at all costs."

[doko239]

Isolde'sr expression darkens at the description of the attack. Not rumors after all, it would seem.

"As tempting as the idea of having a nice warm spot on the tavern floor to curl up on like some mangy dog may be, I can think of a literal infinity of better ways to spend my time. Luckily for you rabble, I happen to have a coincidental interest in this matter, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered to attend this little party of yours. No need to thank me, I wouldn't want you to strain your vocabularies."

"Where is this guard of yours? I have questions for him."

[lostsole31]

(We'll assume that Isolde simply asked after the guard.)

Old Mother Theodora says, "Yuln is currently in a guest room at my place - Willowbark Apothecary. You can question him, but don't pressure him, as he needs his rest."

Zaarida, Elder Safander's wife, whispers to her husband as she is serving some sweet milk. She looks at Amanu and the words "monkey-man" and "honey" can be overheard easily.Zaarida asks Natharen if the "beekeeper" shouldn't be consulted, but Natharen - and Ionia and the soothsayer - shake their head, citing that the beekeeper cannot be trusted.

[Ostoril]

Amanu looks to the whispering congregation. Not much of one for beating around the bush, Amanu speaks up. "Who cannot be trusted about what? Surely nothing discussed here today is of any particular secrecy and any insights could prove useful."

[Toptomcat]

Minh
"Tenzei, Amanu. Pleased to meet you both. A physician and a...druid?...will be good to have with us."


”Do you boys think we can have fun along the way? Or do I need to find some sackcloth and ashes for the journey?”

"Well, I-"


"As tempting as the idea of having a nice warm spot on the tavern floor to curl up on like some mangy dog may be, I can think of a literal infinity of better ways to spend my time. Luckily for you rabble, I happen to have a coincidental interest in this matter, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered to attend this little party of yours. No need to thank me, I wouldn't want you to strain your vocabularies."
"Where is this guard of yours? I have questions for him."

Minh blinks at Isolde, taken aback by her naked hostility.

"I'm certainly up for a bit of fun with the rest of you 'rabble', but it seems that sentiment is not universally shared.

I am grateful to have you along, ma'am- as one must be grateful to anyone who's there to have one's back through thick and thin, defending each other from terrible creatures.

If one has any sense."

A pregnant pause.

"What talents do you bring to this venture, miss...?"

[lostsole31]

Councilor Teppen answers Amanu. "Our apiarist is a strange creature with an," and here she is careful as Zaarida leaves the room with some cups cleared from the table, "unfortunate choice of faith."

Elder Safander's mouth grows a little tight at that comment.

"Now, now, Elder," tries to placate Ionia, "your wife was brought up in that faith, and indeed we see that her manner of worship is in keeping with a farming village like Heldren. But she also is open enough to learn how to serve you as a helpmate in an Erastilian temple with shrines to others. And she is a fine ambassador for her people, that you met on your young adventures in Qadira."

Councilor Teppen turns to the party with an intensity that halts Minh's tactful bickering with Isolde. "Our beekeeper's parents taught her the ways of her religion ... the religion of our ancient enemy to the east. Even before Taldor lifted the ban on Sarenite worship, it is known that they managed to communicate with other underground Sarenite humans using various codephrases that were a function of body language and hidden writing. She was taught these deceptive ways ... ways lost on an innocent like Goodie Safander. That training in so young a child means that even before you consider what Darkhelm is, that deception had become second-nature."

"But," cuts in Old Mother Theodora, eyeing Councilor Teppen, "to her credit, she has led a life of quiet contemplation with her bees. Not bothering nobody except to sell her varieties of honey, beeswax, and pollinator attractors for farmers' fields. That's why some of the farmers call her the 'Peaceful Void.'"

"My wife didn't bring her up because these mercenaries need a waterproofing wax," says Elder Safander, trying not to let his annoyance with Councilor Teppen show. "She has .... other talents. That's the only reason I'm not buying your distrust as a Sarenite one as she was raised, but one smacks more of wild Gozreh the way she hermits herself away and focuses more on nature than people in her community."

[Ostoril]

Amanu lets out a sigh and offer his hands palm up to the world around as he shrugs his shoulders. "Despite your views of her religion, you tolerate her presence and an unnatural cold would threaten her bees. Surely you do not believe she is responsible or mean to trick you to more harm? Unnatural frost and strange beasts could spell disaster for a fine farming community such as this. Would it not be wise to seek advice of all who may be able to help? If you cannot set aside your differences, at the least I can have a talk with her if you would tell me where to find her."


Amanu briefly addresses Mihn, "I am no druid, but a hunter."

[lostsole31]

Councilor Teppen offers, though not apologetically, "She has lived a life simply, and that is well. But I merely worry that if she were taken from her comfort zone ... that life of deceit might take hold of her in an unpredictable way. Maybe not outright betrayal, but perhaps a cowardice at the worst time. But, sure, Amanu, you might be one of the best to talk with her. I will tell you how to find her bee yard."

"Meanwhile," says Old Mother Theodora, "some of you .... like you, Isolde, given your desire to question him ... can come with me to my apothecary to talk with Yuln, if he is able."
"Split the party! Split the party! Splt the party!" :smallbiggrin:

Actually, while a little more problematic in a pbp game, it's doable when it is just doing errands or interactions, as I've proved a couple times in my Carrion Crown game.

[Ostoril]

Amanu thanks Councilor Teppen and once he gets directions will head off to meet with the beekeeper. He pauses briefly to see if any start to follow and will keep pace with them, but does not invite anyone along.

Can I make an assessment to see what I know about Sarenite worshipers?

[jss1701]

Griss isn't fond of bees, but thinks hearing what this beekeeper has to say could be valuable. He will go along.

[Kvard51]

”Oh! Bees sound interesting.” Drina’s tone almost makes it seem she is clapping her hands in glee. “And deceitful Sarenrites! I absolutely must go with you, Griss.”, she gushes, falling in beside the Catfolk.

[lostsole31]

Beecekeeping Expedition (Amanu, Drina, Griss)

The trio exits the Temple of Erastil (11). The next building house south (12) has a sign with a saw and a sawhorse. Across the street (8) is the livery stable where Drina currently has her horse stabled next to the Silver Stoat (7). You turn north, with Ionia Teppen's house (10) on the right; Town Square and the statue of the lady in the center (9); Town Hall (4) across the street; and, diagonally across the square (3) is a sign denoting the General Store.

The party heads west on the road from Town Square, passing a smithy (2); the red-and-white pole of a barber (6), and passing a well-tended garden in front of a building that shows some a willow tree above a mortar and pestle (5). Finally, a dirt path winds its way up a low hill west of town to the single door of this square stone tower (1). The tower is 30 feet high, with battlements on its roof and arrow slits along its walls.

This is actually the way that Amanu had come into town, having come from the northern road before it heads east into Heldren. And as before, Amanu will hear bees, but not necessarily as strong or as loud as before, coming from a footpath that heads north. This is the footpath that Councilor Teppen told you leads to the beekeeper.

What do each of you have in hand? Are you taking some type of "combat" precaution or are you just strolling along the road?

Whaddup, Yulngblood? (Isolde, Minh, Tenzei)

The trio-plus-crone exits the Temple of Erastil (11). The next building house south (12) has a sign with a saw and a sawhorse. Across the street (8) is the livery stable where Drina currently has her horse stabled next to the Silver Stoat (7). If you look north, you have Ionia Teppen's house (10) on the right; Town Square and the statue of the lady in the center (9); Town Hall (4) across the street; and, diagonally across the square (3) is a sign denoting the General Store.

The party heads west on the road from Town Square, passing a smithy (2); the red-and-white pole of a barber (6), and passing a well-tended garden in front of a building that shows some a willow tree above a mortar and pestle (5). This last place is where Soothsayer Old Mother Theodora takes you, the Willowbark Apothecary. [Read the Discord writeup on this place, as you'll learn these things while here.]

An elf comes out to greet the soothsayer, as if they were very old acquaintances, but she is otherwise rather reserved. She knows why you're here, and she doesn't say much, allowing Old Mother Theodora to introduce her as Tessarea Willowbark.

You are brought into the side room where a middle-aged man, currently awake but resting in a cot, is convalescing. He looks like he has been through quite an ordeal (as his picture will show).

Okay, who wants to chat first?

[Toptomcat]

Minh
The nagaji has to stoop slightly to get under the doorframe, and he nods at the man as the intrusion rouses him from half-slumber.

"Good morning."

He looks at the Ulfen fellow for a moment, the dramatic differences between his face and that of a typical humanoid's making his expression somewhat difficult to read.

"Hmmm. That's a good job's been done on your wounds. Clean linen, well folded and comfortably tied- and from what I can see of the shallow one on the cheek, the cuts are well cleaned. My compliments to Miss Willowbark.

We're here to kill what did that to you and find out why they're here. And, ideally, keep them from threatening the town and rescue your charge.

Bandits and ice creatures working together, I hear?"

[lostsole31]

Yuln ginger waves the three PCs closer, as his voice doesn't have much power to it.

“Would that I could go with you,” he says. “My ancestors would ridicule my lack of valor for fleeing rather than fighting to the end. But I faced enemies that even the greatest warriors in the Linnorm Kingdoms have faltered against, though I think I slew at least one of them before they dragged Lady Argentea away.

“We thought they were just bandits at first—outlaws who hide like wolves in the forest. They were no match for us. But then came the cold fey of the north. They appeared among us and the battle turned quickly. My people speak of the winter-touched all the time, but I never expected to meet them this far south.”

[Kvard51]

Drina strolls along the path, taking in the sights along the way. She points out the buildings, gesturing with empty hands as she describes the function of each for her companions.

[Denomar]

"There is a saying amongst my people." Tenzei's voice is soft and his eyes downcast in remembrance. "Serve like General Kzo and your valor will be for nothing."

The insides of the room were pleasantly warm with the small group gathered together.

"They say that General Kzo was defending a pass in a fortification in the southern provinces when it came under attack by the enemy. Kzo knew that the armies of the great warlord Daoshan Hei were encamped one hours ride to the north, but he was proud and said 'These walls may not be breached while I command them, even by my own troops.' and the enemy laid siege. Daoshan Hei marched further north with no word of the event and General Kzo was too proud to leave his walls. His soldiers starved and the great general was taken prisoner, forced to either die or feast upon the men he had commanded to their deaths."

Tenzei's face is full of compassion as he lay a hand upon Yuln's shoulder. "You're valor means something because we now have the opportunity to find and rescue your lady."

[Ostoril]

Amanu walks with his musket in hand, alternating between resting it against his shoulder and more casually resting both arms on it as it passes across his shoulders behind his neck. He keeps his focus on his surroundings looking for trouble, but is clearly not expecting any as he offers idle conversation to his companions.

[doko239]

Isolde rolls her eyes at Tenzei's story.

"Yes, yes, you're very brave. More importantly, you're very not dead. That makes you useful, which is more than can be said for your colleagues."

Isolde leans in closer to the injured Ulfen and speaks firmly but not unkindly.

"Tell me what attacked you, where, and when. Spare no details, but waste no time. This is too important to be mistaken."

There is a possibility, with this guy being an Ulfen from the Lands of the Linnorm Kings, that he will recognize Isolde as a Winter Witch, a Jadwiga, or both. Isolde will be watching his face for reactions, and if he appears to recognize her and/or try to tell the others about her, she will try to shut him up with a wordless glare (presumably an intimidate check).

[lostsole31]

Yuln doesn't seem to react to Isolde's looks. "I told you, the 'winter-touched' is what I heard them called in stories. Fey creatures who have sworn themselves to the White Witches of Irrisen, those who stole our lands from us during the Winter War. Tiny sprites no taller than the length of a man’s forearm. But don’t be fooled by their small stature. Legends say they have taken a sliver of ice into their hearts, and their touch bears the harsh bite of winter.

"But they were small and fast and more detail than that I cannot remember."

[jss1701]

Griss is walking along normally, nothing in-hand.

[lostsole31]

As you trace along the footpath, you will come to where the path all but disappears. You will see plenty of bees flying around, pollinating the normal, flowering summerweeds. the bees stay well away from Amanu, and Griss might have a bee or two curious near him, but Drina - with her bright colors - is all but under siege and has to be very careful.

They will see the so-called "bee yard" with about 12 colony boxes spread out over a small field. There is a ramshacked shackle, er, a ramshackle shack.

[jss1701]

Griss is not entirely comfortable with all these bees, but he is interested. "Mmmm, honey!"

[Ostoril]

Amanu makes his way towards the shack, keeping an eye out for anything unusual.

[lostsole31]

While there are plenty of bees about as this is a bee yard, it's nothing like what one might expect, and definitely isn't as loud as Amanu would think given he heard the bee yard from well off yesterday evening. That's an easy one for Amanu to figure now, though. Bees are diurnal creatures, primarily, and spend their day afield pollinating and collecting nectar, and then congregate at their hive(s) in the evening ... so what he heard yestereve was a more dense population at home after a day in the fields.

Everyone hears a voice, almost as if it is spoken in both of your ears simultaneously at once. While the day population of bees creates a background hum, it is as if this voice cuts through that .... and hearing it in both ears simultaneously disorienting. The voice is vaguely feminine and you hear but one word.

"Why?"

[jss1701]

Griss reflexively asks "Why what?", unsure who he is even asking.

[Ostoril]

Hearing the voice, Amanu opens his mouth to speak, but closes it as his companion Griss speaks his question. Amanu continues his pace towards the shack, sliding his musket into a more readied position, though keeping sure to not point it at anything but the ground a ways off to the side.

[Kvard51]

Drina gives a small start when the voice cuts into her thoughts. Glancing around quickly, she focuses back on the cottage and considers what spells she has available.

[lostsole31]

With only Amanu moving forward immediately, a figure suddenly appears behind Amanu. Amanu doesn't seem to notice (because he doesn't), but the figure ... while completely quiet, isn't hidden from Drina and Griss.

The creature is humanoid and almost pitch black but for a reflective quality to whatever is on the outside of its .... skin/ armor/ suit/ whatever. It turns around to look at Drina and Griss, and there is no face. NOTHING! Pure reflective blackness. It puts up a hand with finger to the place where you see no mouth, as if to say, "Shhh!" before turning around to "ape" Amanu's movements going forward in exaggerated and comical effect.

Amanu continues to the shack (because he doesn't notice anything amiss).

Grina and Driss, er, Nidra and Sidra, her, Griss and Drina .... what do you do?

[jss1701]

As long as the figure seems nonhostile, Griss will play along, but he will keep a suspicious eye on it.

[doko239]

Isolde expression turns impatient.

"You must know more than this. How many were there? Who was with them? Did they seem to be acting on their own, or were they more organized?"

Attempt a Knowledge check to figure out what kind of creatures Yuln is talking about.

[lostsole31]

With shame at his cowardice, Yuln admits, "That ... is all I remember. Had I tarried to remain, I would not be here to tell you of this."

Every little fey creature, ever. Not enough information. However, you have never heard of the "winter-touched," so that's new.

[Denomar]

"I believe," says Tenzei, "That this man has no reason to lie to us. The situation was doubtless confusing as most melees are sure to be. Let us not aggravate him. Keeping his humors stable will lead to a quicker recovery. It is our own response we must think of now."

He looks at his new companions as if to eagerly ask 'what's next,' but can't quite make that hurdle. Instead he reaches out a hand and places it briefly on Isolde's shoulder. There is a moment between them briefer than instants where in their minds eye a vast, spiraling serpent of golden flames curls it inconceivably vast tail around the two of them before the moment is gone.

"Leave no room for doubt. I shall protect you." Connected now in a way that is more intimate than a caress but stranger than friendship Tenzei manages a true smile in the witch's direction.

Isolde has proven herself to be willful and proactive so she has placed herself solidly as master material in Tenzei's mind. Thus he uses a standard action to enact the Life Link revelation from his life mystery. Unless she moves more than 130 feet away from Tenzei (or if either of us dies) if she has taken at least five points of damage, than at the beginning of Tenzei's turn she will Automatically Heal for five points of damage and Tenzei will Take five points of damage.

[doko239]

"I believe," says Tenzei, "That this man has no reason to lie to us. The situation was doubtless confusing as most melees are sure to be. Let us not aggravate him. Keeping his humors stable will lead to a quicker recovery. It is our own response we must think of now."

He looks at his new companions as if to eagerly ask 'what's next,' but can't quite make that hurdle. Instead he reaches out a hand and places it briefly on Isolde's shoulder. There is a moment between them briefer than instants where in their minds eye a vast, spiraling serpent of golden flames curls it inconceivably vast tail around the two of them before the moment is gone.

"Leave no room for doubt. I shall protect you." Connected now in a way that is more intimate than a caress but stranger than friendship Tenzei manages a true smile in the witch's direction.

Isolde has proven herself to be willful and proactive so she has placed herself solidly as master material in Tenzei's mind. Thus he uses a standard action to enact the Life Link revelation from his life mystery. Unless she moves more than 130 feet away from Tenzei (or if either of us dies) if she has taken at least five points of damage, than at the beginning of Tenzei's turn she will Automatically Heal for five points of damage and Tenzei will Take five points of damage.

Isolde angrily shrugs off Tenzei's hand and glares at him. "What makes you think I need your protection?" she snaps at him.

Turning back to Yuln, she shakes her head in obvious disappointment and frustration. "This was a waste of time, we will have to investigate directly." With one last glance at Yuln's injuries, she storms out of the room.

Spellcraft check to determine what Tenzei just did to her.

[lostsole31]

Tenzei, Isolde shrugs you off before you can set up a life link, which ostensibly is for a "willing" person, which Isolde at this time is not. Well, Qi Zhong challenges us, does he not, and in those challenges we find greater sense of self with which to help those needing help.

Isolde, nothing. There was nothing cast or done, because you were unwilling. And it is not a spell, so there is no display of any kind to see. Also, not being a spell, Spellcraft wouldn't work. Please don't try to "target" or "call the shot" ... but simply ask to get a lore check to assess something.

Minh, Yuln points to the large snake man. "You," says Yuln shakily, and then he points to a sword in a scabbard to the side. "Please, take my sword with you. It will help you against the fey. You look like an honorable warrior, and you would help me regain my honor by using my sword."

With that, Yuln slips into unconsciousness.

Minh, do you accept this charge from one of the first people to see you for who you are, and not what you are?

[Kvard51]

Drina smiles at the mockery, "This trip has certainly proven interesting", she says, staring at the skin-tight suit. "Very interesting indeed. But I think it's probably time to make your intentions known a little more clearly. Don't you?""

[lostsole31]

The figure disappears from Griss' and Drina's view.

All three of you hear a voice. "You fail to understand who is required to answer to whom when visiting another's home. Or, do you demand this question as it lays because you believe you have force, and therefore you press your right to demand an answer to your question rather than mine because you believe that physical power drives this exchange?"

[Kvard51]

Drina responds, "Not at all. I found your game amusing but wanted to be sure it was only that. I did not realize this was your home. But, since it is, you are who we are here to meet."

[lostsole31]

A creature as described before (well, to the only two at the time that could see it) opens the shack door and steps out. This creature is humanoid in shape, and even in general form, but that is where that ends. For this humanoid appears to be unfinished. It ... she, if they identify with their particular shape and the timbre of their voice ... is quite tall at 6' 3" and of lean but sturdy musculature, or at least the shape of it, it is hard to tell. Her skin ... of which more shows than any of your are comfortable ... is pitch black, and yet semi-reflective of light. Not like a mirror, but definitely not a "matte" black.

She has no face. She has only a head that is perfectly smooth that has no eyes, brow, noise, mouth, ears, hair ... or anything else which gives function to the externals of a face. However, there are several markings where one would have a left eye ... if they had a left eye. These markings area a faintly orange-bordered magenta above where the eye would be, and an orange or burnt ochre below where the eye would be.

The only covering clothing she wears is a bikini bottom, but that bottom must include an internal cinching strap to hug solidly, for on both sides of these bottoms are pouches.

The only other item of note is a necklace she wears that has a honeycomb, as if a self-styled badge of office.

She raises her right hand to show she has nothing in it, and her left is relaxed at her side. Again, that voice in both of your ears, and you now know if you didn't before that she is not speaking, for she has no mouth. But rather, it is some type of telepathy.

<"Well, why didn't you say so? But you do look quite dangerous, one and all. I thought you were some type of trophy hunters, and I would have to gently dissuade you of your choice of occupation.">

[Ostoril]

Amanu halts and looks at the being. He then relaxes his grip on his weapon and bows his head. "Forgive me, I am a foreigner in these lands and I apologize for any misconduct. I am Amanu, and I believed it appropriate to" he pauses for a brief moment, "knock on your door to announce my presence." He tentatively extends his hand in greeting unsure if he is making another mistake. "I am a hunter, but not of trophies. I seek to punish those who would spoil the beauty of nature and upset the natural balance. That is why we have come to see you, and see your wisdom. Miss?"

[lostsole31]

<"Oh, now, I take some responsibility for that. I was behind you for a laugh, but you never noticed .... and they never laughed.>"

She does not take Amanu's hand, even recoiling some at the prospect of physical contact. <"You must mean the rumors of strange weather in the Border Wood. They call me Darkhelm, the Peaceful Void, those who do speak of me. Personally, I think that is a bit on the nose. But as I don't have a nose, the social offense is forgiven. Well, what would you of me?">

[jss1701]

Griss can't help laughing at that. "You don't resemble any being I've ever met before, but you certainly have a well developed sense of humor. It's too bad circumstances require action right now. I think I'd enjoy chatting with you over a drink, assuming you do drink?"

[Ostoril]

Amanu pulls his hand back. "Apologise." He rests the butt of his musket on the ground and leans on it slightly. "The villagers suggested you might have some knowledge about what is causing such strange events. The delicate balance of nature is threatened. The village, your bees, and possibly more are in danger. I beseech you for any wisdom you might provide in my quest to restore order." Amanu bows.

[lostsole31]

<"I do not drink alcohol. I do derive sustenance, though, even if I don't do so the way you would.>"

There is an unnerving silence, or rather - stillness - as Amanu speaks and she does not fidget or move or any of the normal things people do unconsciously when listening.

<"I don't derive wisdom out of the ether. Show me this peril, that I may decide for myself.">

[Ostoril]

Amanu pauses to ponder the creature and consider if he has heard of such a thing before. "Then, would you consider joining us to investigate? We have not witnessed it ourselves, though there are some in the village who claim to have witnessed it. Some of our fellows went to question them. The villagers spoke little of you, I thought it best to see if you knew anything before venturing into possible danger."

[Toptomcat]

Minh

Minh gently takes the blade from the fallen warrior, his other hand gently taking the man's wrist and guiding it back to the bed as he falls back into unconsciousness. He unsheathes it, testing its balance and observing its workmanship: judging both to be good, he gives the sleeping man a shallow bow, speaking softly so as not to wake the patient.

"I will defend my comrades staunchly, bear pain and endure fear without complaint. I will see this sword bloodied with those who wounded you and killed your comrades. And given half a chance, I will rescue your charge and see them returned to your side."

There is a smile on his lips. He seems touched as he turns away, speaking just as quietly but more casually to Isolde and Tenzei as we leave.

"Can't promise I'll do it in a way the poor fellow'd be proud of, though. Whether he'd like it or not, I will lie, sneak, scheme and cheat to see the thing done and keep the lot of you safe..."

A glance at Isolde.

"...whether or not you approve of me."

He stops at the doorframe as a thought strikes him

"Miss...Tesssarea, I believe? Men in his condition, with a wound to the head- sometimes they remember more than it seems at first. Things come back to them gradually, unpredictably. If he mentions anything about the enemy that might be useful- numbers, magics, capabilities- we would be grateful if you'd let us know."

With a nod to the apothecary, he turns back to Tenzei and Isolde.

"Say we find them. A few of these...tiny winterthings. Is the plan to take prisoners and ask questions, or simply to kill? Beings like us have...leaders and hierarchies and plans and reasons for what they do. There are stories in my homeland of some such creatures...others were beings of insane malice, or unfathomable alienness, or animal hunger. I don't have a great idea of whether 'fey' means bakemono or youkai or akuma or yurei or if it's something that doesn't match any of those things. The gods and monsters here are not what they are in my homeland...and in any case, I was never much of an expert on them, either! Do either of you know what manner of thing we've signed up to fight?"

[lostsole31]

Bee Yard

Without any facial expressions it is tough to tell what is going through Darkhelm's mind, but she simply walks past Amanu and down the footpath to town ... Amanu, Drina, and Griss having to catch up as she heads to Town Hall, knowing who likely would have sent the three of you.
Willowbark Apothecary

Minh, you are holding a type of arming sword with a unique cultural flourish, especially at the pommel. Something about the metal is different than any steel you've wielded before. it is a grayer, and a little less reflective than any weapons grade steel you've seen before. That said, while the steel might look somewhat less refined, there is a superb balance in this sword, it is a thing of functional beauty, and there is unfamiliar runic writing on the blade and crossguard.

Though Minh asked a group of questions of the others, these are questions which everyone will want to weigh in on (or iisten to ... or ignore), so they hold off on them and return to Town Hall.

Town Hall (Everyone together)

Before we get to Minh's battery of questions, there is a strange .... creature .... with Amanu, Drina, and Griss. This creature is humanoid in shape, and even in general form, but that is where that ends. For this humanoid appears to be unfinished. It ... she, if they identify with their particular shape and the timbre of their voice ... is quite tall at 6' 3" and of lean but sturdy musculature, or at least the shape of it, it is hard to tell. Her skin ... of which more shows than any of your are comfortable ... is pitch black, and yet semi-reflective of light. Not like a mirror, but definitely not a "matte" black.

She has no face. She has only a head that is perfectly smooth that has no eyes, brow, noise, mouth, ears, hair ... or anything else which gives function to the externals of a face. However, there are several markings where one would have a left eye ... if they had a left eye. These markings area a faintly orange-bordered magent above where the eye would be, and an orange or burnt ochre below where the eye would be.

The only covering clothing she wears is a bikini bottom, but that bottom must include an internal cinching strap to hug solidly, for on both sides of these bottoms are pouches.

She wears a necklace that is tight to her throat from which hangs a bit of honeycomb.

Councilor Teppen looks away from this creature. Old Mother looks on in mix of respect and dread. Elder Safaren, however, introduces "her" to Isolde, Minh, and Tenzei. "This is Darkhelm, the Peaceful Void ... our beekeeper. It seems she is willing to walk with you to the Border Wood to determine for herself what danger is there."

[Toptomcat]

Minh
The sight waiting for him visibly intrigues the nagaji.

A beekeeping nudist. There's a masochism joke in there somewhere, but that's probably not the best idea for a first impression.

Deciding to go with formality over badly-timed wit, he steps boldly forward and introduces himself.

"I am Minh Rong Ngo. It is good to meet you, Darkhelm.

I've roamed from the Dragon Empires to Casmaron to the Inner Sea, and I have never met a Peaceful Void before. Are your people reclusive?"

[lostsole31]

There seems to be a visible nod of the head. Actually, she has to exaggerate the movement a little bit, since the lack of "features" on her face might make a slight nod imperceptible.

[Toptomcat]

Minh
His self-control slipping for a moment, Minh makes a momentary, nervous glance at Amanu, Drina, and Griss, hoping for one of them to give a bit of context for this awkward interaction with this bizarre, silent newcomer they've presumably been introduced to already.

"...a woman of few words, I see."

At least I'll look normal in comparison, I suppose?

He breathes in to steady himself and soldiers on, hoping a change in topic will make for an easier conversation.

"We've met with Yuln, and have more information than we started with- if perhaps less than we'd hoped. His party met with bandits first, repulsed them, then fell to an attack by 'cold fey'- beings no more than a foot tall, fast, dangerous in close. Specifics on number, organization, tactics, capabilities, and degree of cooperation with the mortal bandits are thin, partly due to the chaos of the encounter and partly due to Yuln's poor condition. He also called them...winterthings? Wintertouched, that's it. He thought he'd managed to kill one, but wasn't certain."

He makes a sweeping, somewhat puzzled gesture.

"I don't really know how we should go about dealing with such things. Is the plan to take prisoners and ask questions, or simply to kill? Beings like us have...leaders and hierarchies and plans and reasons for what they do. There are stories in my homeland of some such creatures...others were beings of insane malice, or unfathomable alienness, or animal hunger. I don't have a great idea of whether 'fey' means bakemono or youkai or akuma or yurei or shikigami or if it's something that doesn't match any of those things. The gods and monsters here are not what they are in my homeland...and in any case, I was never much of an expert on them, either! Does this story of Yuln's ring a bell with any of you?"

[Denomar]

Tenzei lurks in the background staring openly at a species that he has definitely no experience with.

He shifts from one foot to the next, briefly tensing each muscle in succession, preparing himself to be back on the road again.

[Ostoril]

Amanu looks at Minh. "We know only that these 'Wintertouched'" He pauses a moment thinking if he has ever heard of such creatures and continues "Are upsetting the natural balance and have attacked others, rather harshly. If we can capture them, wonderful, but we should not underestimate them. I shall aim to bring them down and hopefully their bodies can tell us what we need."

[jss1701]

Griss voices his view as well, "I have no desire to take lives unnecessarily, though taking prisoners may not be practical. We should consider what we are to do with prisoners, should we have any."

[lostsole31]

Everyone in the room hears a woman's voice in both ears, as if the same woman was on each side of your heads, speaking to you, but managing to cut through aural distractions.

<"I am less interested in the troublemakers so much as I am curious about the trouble .... brought on by this strange, rumored 'winter'.">

[Toptomcat]

Minh
Minh starts, blinks, turns abruptly toward the strange woman to sharply ask why she didn't do that before, thinks better of it, and takes a moment to recompose himself.

"I-that is...Yes. Yes, I agree it's a bigger problem in the long view. I don't really want to capture and question the winterthings as a goal, I was thinking of it more as a way to investigate where the wintery weather came from. I wouldn't know how to begin investigating a...patch?...of magical winter itself.

Besides just 'head for the middle', I suppose?"

[lostsole31]

Again, there is that nod which on a normal head would be easy to notice, but on hers it is more difficult. It is easier to track this time, though, as she seems to nod several times.

[doko239]

Isolde silently regards the stranger, trying to determine what exactly it might really be, and what might be motivating it.


Minh
"I-that is...Yes. Yes, I agree it's a bigger problem in the long view. I don't really want to capture and question the winterthings as a goal, I was thinking of it more as a way to investigate where the wintery weather came from. I wouldn't know how to begin investigating a...patch?...of magical winter itself.

Besides just 'head for the middle', I suppose?"

At this Isolde shakes her head.

"Moving straight towards the center of this effect without knowing anything about it would be foolish bordering on suicidal. We MUST have more information. Yuln proved to be less than helpful, but there may be something to learn at the site of the attack. That should be our first goal."

Attempt a check to figure out what in the hell this thing is :smallbiggrin: probably also a Sense Motive check to see if I think I can trust it, but without a face that's probably a lost cause

[Denomar]

"All of these opinions sound sensible to me. For what it is worth, the danger to the people of being carried off against their will outweighs the morality of these wintertouched to their lives. Especially if they are using what breaths they have to ruin those with no say in the fight." Tenzei ponders. "I foresee a great disruption in the fur trading and livestock trades in coming times. Demand for warmer clothing and foods that can survive colder weather will do much to affect these prices, as my former masters would say."

[lostsole31]

Tenzei senses the dark creature regard him this whole time. When he is done speaking, there is a much more visible, emphatic, single nod of the head. She walks to the front of the Temple, and then out the door ... the door has been left open.

[Ostoril]

Seeing the creature begin to leave, Amanu follows.

[Toptomcat]

Minh
"I suppose that's a good economic analysis, but I'm not sure-"

Minh stops in midsentence as he sees the strange woman begin to leave and strides across the room to stick his head out the door.

"Miss Darkhelm? Where are you going? I hope I haven't made you feel unwelcome."

There's sincere, honest concern in his voice: the newcomer has been confusing but hardly rude or unpleasant, and he of all people knows how aggravating it can be to be judged on first appearances.

[Kvard51]

Drina covers her mouth to suppress her laugh and falls in behind The Peaceful Void.

[doko239]

With a raised eyebrow at the abrupt departure, Isolde follows.

[jss1701]

Griss follows as well.

[lostsole31]

With Amanu, Drina, Griss, and Isolde following and walking cutting across the town square .... the assumption is that Tenzei and Minh follow.

[lostsole31]

The attack on Lady Argentea's caravan took place approximately 6 miles south of Heldren. None of the intervening territory has been affected by the wintry weather over the Border Wood yet, though the air grows noticeably cooler as the PCs come to the forest's edge.

Near the forest, the temperature grows noticeably colder. The road ahead is littered with debris and the corpses of slain humans and horses. 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.

The temperature here has dropped considerably, hovering just above freezing.

The party stands, looking at this site of death.

What do you do?

[jss1701]

Griss will shift into Spirit Sensing Stance, in an attempt to keep anything unseen from sneaking up on them. He will then make a thorough assessment, of the area, noting aloud anything of importance, so everyone is on the same footing.

[lostsole31]

Griss gets into a low, hypervigilant crouch, like a cat(man) about to pounce on an unseen something.

What is the party going to investigate first?

[Ostoril]

Amanu shivers both from the cold and from the frightful scene. He first moves to look for any creatures lying in wait, making sure to avoid the ice statue on his initial investigation, noting aloud it's presence being particularly unusual.


Amanu's first priority is looking for immediate threats, such as creatures lurking in ambush, or perhaps just 'chilling' inside one of the carriages.
Second would be to investigate the statue, viewing it as a potential threat (keep distance from it.) and trying to see if he can recognize what it is.

[lostsole31]

Amanu closes on the statue, but still at a standoff of ten feet. Just from a glance, this appears to be a gruesome "statue" of a Taldan man's frozen body encased in ice. He appears to have accoutrements that make it seem like he was of higher importance or status than the other guards. Unfortunately, the captain's body is no longer intact, as pieces of him were carved away .... those pieces now laying on the ground at his feet and slowly melting blocks of fleshy ice that are melting at the unfortunate man's feet.

He still wears his breastplate emblazoned with heraldry, and one of the chunks of ice on the ground contains the captain's arm, still grasping a very high-quality longsword.

Drina and Darkhelm would get a little closer, and with a combination of speech (Drina) and telepathy (Darkhelm) the two determine that the heraldry on the captain's chest is definitely Taldan, indicating a guard in the service of the Malassene noble family.

What now?

[Denomar]

Rather than looking towards the scene, Tenzei instead chooses to watch the reactions of those he has been escorting. This was clearly a traumatic event and it doesn't take more than a glance for the physician to see that the 'statue' was clearly beyond his help. It is Not that he doesn't wish to stare at the gruesome corpse, nor that it was patently disturbing. Of course not.

"Gather these souls into your mighty coils, Qi Zhong. Pass them swift and sure to their next steps." Tenzei's whisper is a quiet prayer.

[Toptomcat]

Minh

Minh grimaces as the scene comes into view, then wordlessly steps forward. He begins with the bodies- investigating them to see the nature of their injuries (frostbite alone? Frostbite and weapons?) and whether they or the wagons have been stripped of valuables.

He's no master tracker, but he also tries to get an idea of the number of their attackers, whether any were of a different sort from either humans on foot or tiny winterkin (riders? Monsters?), and whether any of them were injured and removed (or were the bodies left?)

It's grim work, but no one has a weak stomach who learned the hard way to stitch wounds and set bones.

[lostsole31]

When it becomes obvious what Minh is doing (quick, down-and-dirty crime-scene "cause of death"), Amanu can step up. In fact, assuming the party discusses various things amongst themselves, they will find that a large number of the group is moderately skill in matters of medicine, with Amanu being just a bit ahead of the pack, seconded equally by Drina, Minh, and Tenzei.

They determine that most bodies were killed by edged weapons. There is some frostbite at sites of wounds, but the cause of death - without a true autopsy - is roughly considered to be blood loss, organ failure, and other issues consistent with edged weapons.

What's next?

[Denomar]

Mustering the courage to do his job despite the carnage Tenzei will also 'put his nose to the ground' so to speak. Except he is going to attempt to use what minimal skill he has in matters of survival and outdoorsman-ry to try and determine which way footprints leading away from the scene are going.

He is slow and methodical in this search, each step followed by a long breath. For a moment Tenzei finds himself glad that all the blood and excrement has frozen before he banishes the hideous thought.

[Kvard51]

Coming from a culture that is somewhat dependent on wagons and the like for both shelter and conveyance, Drina finds herself looking over the carriages. "Mayhap we should search these before we go further afield?", she asks, nodding towards them.

[lostsole31]

Tenzei, at the edge of the massacre site, an obvious trail leads between a copse of trees and over a snowy plain toward the Border Wood.

Drina/ PCs, which of the two wagons to you check first?

[jss1701]

Griss agrees, "I will watch your back while you check one Drina, if you like. I rather doubt there will be anything of particular interest, but we will never know if we don't look."
With that, Griss readies himself to strike if needed.

[Kvard51]

Drina decides the upright carriage will be easier to access, so walks over and opens the door. ”Thank you, Griss. Always glad when someone has my back.”

[lostsole31]

The decorative chasings on this expensive carriage bear the marks of Taldan heraldry, as well as damage from the many arrows fired in the battle that took place here. A spear has been wedged between the handles of the carriage doors to hold them closed. Drina hears the muffled sounds of movement emanating from inside the carriage.

Drina, what do you do?

[Kvard51]

”Something or someone is in here!”, Drina say, backing away from the door and preparing to cast a spell, “Open the door once everyone is prepared, Griss.”

Ready action to cast Color Spray if the noisemaker appears to be attacking. Concentration to ready the spell: [roll0]

[Denomar]

Tenzei is about to open his mouth to point out the retreat path of the attackers when the commotion with the cart takes everyone's attention. Somewhat deflated, Tenzei trudges back towards the rest of the group.

[Toptomcat]

Minh

"Hmmm."

The nagaji performs a curious kata- lightly striking two points on the sides of the neck and four on the torso, then readying his spear with an elaborate flourish that scrapes the flat of the blade over the scales at the base of the neck.

Minh is...sweating? His skin has a faint oily sheen over it where there wasn't much of one before.

"It could be a survivor. They'd be terrified and starving, if so. I can be the one to open the door, but I'm probably not the most nonthreatening person to do so...?"

Enter Poisoner's Stance, apply Toxic Secretion to weapon at DC 16: ready action to use Iron Fang strike on any Tiny creature with a nonhumanoid skin tone who he sees after the carriage door is opened, taking a -4 penalty to deal nonlethal damage

[lostsole31]

Darkhelm hops up on top of the fallen tree, heading over to where the roots are showing.

Minh, do you open the door?

[Toptomcat]

Minh

"Mmmnh. Don't all volunteer at once."

Let's see...hardly much use for a seven-foot spear in such close quarters.


After a moment's thought, Minh stows his spear and repeats the curious drawing motion with the unfamiliar sword he's been lent. He makes a few curious swipes to familiarize himself with the weapon- not too much heavier than a jian, and similar blade geometry- then reaches out and tugs out the spear wedging the carriage's door shut.

"Hello? We're here to help."

He makes a halfhearted attempt to conceal the sword blade behind one thigh, though there's really no hiding the fact that he's enormous and barely humanoid.

Repeat previous routine with sword. 2/6 uses of Toxic Secretion expended.

[lostsole31]

Minh has the Ulfen-crafted longsword in hand, and easily takes the spear out of the handles of the door, allowing the door to be opened. The door is open, and a woman in lady-in-waiting gown with blood on it is there. She looks to be in a dreadful state.

So dreadful, in fact, that Drina is pretty sure the woman is dead! As is, in fact, her fellow gentlewoman.

Begin Round One ...

R1T25: Drina, what do you do?

[Kvard51]

Drina involuntarily takes a step back upon seeing the women. She’s never seen a person who died a violent death before. ”I guess we should check to see if they are really dead,” she says after halting her retreat. “Poke them, Griss…”

MA: 5’ step SE (relative to Drina)
SA: Cast Mage Armor

[lostsole31]

R1T25: Drina involuntarily takes a step back upon seeing the women. She’s never seen a person who died a violent death before. ”I guess we should check to see if they are really dead,” she says after halting her retreat. “Poke them, Griss…”

She then intones a spell while briefling bringing forth a piece of cured hide from a pouch and makes certain particular gestures. Very briefly, there is a faint blue shimmering that limns her entire form before that faint glow disappears.

R1T20: Amanu, what do you do?

[Ostoril]

Amanu frowns with suspicion at the lady-in-waiting. "Oh, bountiful nature, lend me your aid to repel those who would defile you." He waves his hand and intones several words several words, sending a shimmering ray from his hand towards the poor woman.


[Free] Speak
[Standard] Cast Disrupt Undead Ranged Touch Attack:[roll0] for [roll1] damage to undead only. (Does Point Blank shot apply to Ray Spells? If so +1 hit and damage)
[Conditional Free] If it reacts to the spell that only functions on dead things, attempt to assess undead qualities and/or shout "It is undead!"

[lostsole31]

R1T20: Amanu frowns with suspicion at the lady-in-waiting. "Oh, bountiful nature, lend me your aid to repel those who would defile you." He waves his hand and intones several words of an ancient tongue, and sends a shimmering ray from his hand towards the poor woman. Despite the angle of the shot, the intervening bodies, and even the boundaries of the carriage, the ray strikes the woman in the left knee for 6 positive energy (6 PE) damage and there is a sizzling sound and a horrible smell welling it from it as if rotten meat were on a barbecue.

Amanu then calls out the warning, "It is undead!"

R1T19-18: Perhaps a bit faster than expected, both ladies in waiting attack Minh. A powerful fist slams Minh in his right shin for 7, a more powerful blow than Minh could have expected from such a person. The other lady misses him, though.

"Don't waste time..." continues Amanu.

R1T13: Isolde had been standing back from the entire massacre site. She doesn't even see the enemy. [They are inside the carriage, and only the entrance to the south is open.] What do you do, and what do you direct Karina to do (if anything)?

[doko239]

Isolde has been off to one side, deep in thought, letting the others handle the dead bodies and other distasteful work.

The sound of combat wakes her from her reverie. She asks Karina to take to the air and provide an overview of the area, as she moves to see what is happening for herself.

Move action: move three squares directly south. This should give line of sight to the interior of the carriage.

Free action: Knowledge check to determine what it is that we're dealing with (Presumably some sort of undead if Minh is to be believed, so I'd expect it would be Knowledge: Religion at +6). Priority information in order is resistances/immunities, special attacks, worst saving throw, then whatever else.

Conditional Standard action: If the knowledge check fails, or if it succeeds and the undead creature's cold resistance is 5 or lower, Isolde will fire a Cold Blast at whichever one Amanu already hit (Cold Blast - Ranged Touch Attack [roll0] for [roll1] cold damage.)
If the knowledge check succeeds and shows their cold resistance to be above 5, Isolde will instead hit the same target with Evil Eye, penalizing attack rolls (-2 to attacks for 8 rounds, DC 16 Will save reduces to 1 round).

Speech: Isolde will share any information she learns from her Knowledge check.

[lostsole31]

R1T13: Isolde has been off to one side, deep in thought, letting the others handle the dead bodies and other distasteful work. The sound of combat wakes her from her reverie. She asks Karina to take to the air and provide an overview of the area, as she moves to see what is happening for herself. She calls out, "That is a zombie, one of the walking dead!"

She forms a quick ball of frozen air and ice particles and sends it towards the carriage. Curse the carriage overhang and your confederates. You are not compassionless, but that weakness causes you to miss.

"... trying to skewer..." continues Amanu.

R1T9: Karina takes to the air (going off map), calling down in Taldane, Karina calls out, "They're slow! They're slow! Make them come to you in the snow!"

"...or bludgeon it..."

R1T8: Tenzei, what do you do?

[Denomar]

Tenzei is slow to react to this nonsense. Undead! What a preposterous circumstance! As if poor people being frozen to death like some sick parody of a larder wasn't bad enough. This internal monologue continued as subconsciously his training kicked in.

"Let Me Help!" Tenzei barks. He steps eastward to be adjacent to Griss and Minh and reaches out to touch the both of them and once again reaches for The Dragon aspect of Qi Zhong. In that moment between moments an image of a great curling serpentine tail en-wraps the three imparting a sense of warmth and security. Those touched get the feeling that should they accept it the Dragon will protect them, even if it does involve being momentarily next to the strange heavyset man.

Then Tenzei drops into a fighting stance just as reflexively. His fingers tensing into the approximation of claws with his weight upon his back foot and his forefoot extended in a deep crouch.

Five Foot Shift to the Right.
Standard Action: Life Link on Minh and Griss if they'll accept it.
Swift Action: Engage Dragon Style.

[jss1701]

Griss will accept the assist.

[lostsole31]

R1T8: Tenzei is slow to react to this nonsense. Undead! What a preposterous circumstance! As if poor people being frozen to death like some sick parody of a larder wasn't bad enough. This internal monologue continued as subconsciously his training kicked in.

"Let Me Help!" Tenzei barks. He steps eastward to be adjacent to Griss and Minh and reaches out to touch the both of them and once again reaches for The Dragon aspect of Qi Zhong. In that moment between moments an image of a great curling serpentine tail en-wraps the three imparting a sense of warmth and security. Those touched get the feeling that should they accept it the Dragon will protect them, even if it does involve being momentarily next to the strange heavyset man. There is a feeling of ... warmth? a tingle? even tangible compassion? ... something that connects the two heroes to the bald foreigner.

Then Tenzei drops into a fighting stance just as reflexively. His fingers tensing into the approximation of claws with his weight upon his back foot and his forefoot extended in a deep crouch.

R1T7: Griss, what do you do?

[jss1701]

His hands lighting up like miniature suns, Griss sends vortices of light at two of the undead.
Banelight Vortices, +5 to hit, separate attack rolls, 4d6 Light damage to undead.
attack1 1d20+5 damage 4d6
attack1 1d20+5 damage 4d6
I don't think it will work with this, but use Veiled Moon:Dimensional Strike if it does. (RAW: flatfooted)
If it matters, work from east to west on targets.

[lostsole31]

R1T7: His hands lighting up like miniature suns, Griss sends vortices of light at two of the undead, but having to shoot past the big nagaji, they both miss.

R1T5: Darkhelm gets into a crouch on the log, but otherwise performs no visible action.

R1T4: Minh, what do you do?

Drina on deck, Amanu in the hole ...

[Toptomcat]

Minh

"Wait, they're- gyaah!"

Minh hisses in pain at the awkward but surprisingly painful smash to his leg, switching his lead foot to avoid presenting the injured side as a target.

Who attacks the shin? This is why I hate fighting undead- no subtlety or strategy to it, they just lunge forward with no sense of self-preservation until you hack them to bits or they manage the same.

Widening the gap between his hands in the grip he has on the blade, Minh makes a smooth, powerful, almost exaggeratedly textbook overhead chop with a fierce yell- more the kind of thing from a test-cutting demonstration than a fencing technique.

Standard action: use Primal Wrath strike, Power Attack for -1 to hit/+3 damage, Attack: [roll0] Damage: [roll1]

[lostsole31]

R1T4: "Wait, they're- gyaah!" Minh hisses in pain at the awkward but surprisingly painful smash to his leg, switching his lead foot to avoid presenting the injured side as a target.

Who attacks the shin? This is why I hate fighting undead- no subtlety or strategy to it, they just lunge forward with no sense of self-preservation until you hack them to bits or they manage the same.

Widening the gap between his hands in the grip he has on the blade, Minh makes a smooth, powerful, almost exaggeratedly textbook overhead chop with a fierce yell- more the kind of thing from a test-cutting demonstration than a fencing technique. Minh realizes quickly that a mindless undead or a savvy, martial-trained nagaji are no different when it comes to real battle and not fencing or sparring in a dojo. Namely, that you can't be assured for your target area, and you go for what you can. Minh's strike has to adjust for the low ceiling as the zombie's main body ducks back. Minh's strikes continues down to what did not dodge backwards, though - the zombie's foot. Minh strikes the foot incredibly hard. Stranger still, that seems to be the killing blow, for the sword cleaves through its shin bone and through the ankle and shatters the metatarsals ... and the zombie's body from that point and moving upwards is a strange type of internal combustion that destroys, blackens, and turns to ash the frightful undead.

End Round One, Begin Round 2 ...

R2T25: Drina, what do you do?

Amanu on deck, Zombie in the hole ...

[Kvard51]

Drina circles behind the combatants, seeing that she is not needed to dispatch the undead as much as she is to keep her compatriots upright and touches the Minh on his shoulder, "Merciful Dawnflower, heal this supplicant."

MA: move 20' directly behind Minh.
SA: Cure Light Wounds - [roll0]

[lostsole31]

R2T25: Drina circles behind the combatants, seeing that she is not needed to dispatch the undead as much as she is to keep her compatriots upright and touches the Minh on his shoulder, "Merciful Dawnflower, heal this supplicant."

The healing that flows into Minh is incredible, fully knitting Minh's wound!

R2T20: Amanu, what do you do?

Zombie on deck, Isolde in the hole ...

[Ostoril]

Amanu sighs, "You all make it difficult to fight getting in the way." He intones more prayers and gestures letting another ray of light from his hand towards the zombie.


[Free] Speak
[Standard] Cast Disrupt Undead Ranged Touch Attack: [roll0] for [roll1] damage to undead only. Point Blank shot: +1 hit and damage

[lostsole31]

R2T20: Amanu sighs, "You all make it difficult to fight getting in the way." He intones more prayers and gestures letting another ray of light from his hand towards the zombie, but all the people in the way fouls his shot.

R2T18: The remaining doomed lady-in-waiting swings at Minh, smashing his left hand as he holds the sword for 8.

R2T13: Isolde, what do you do? Do you change Karina's orders?

Karina on deck, Tenzei in the hole ...

[doko239]

"Karina! Watch the area, tell me if any more appear!"

Positioning herself behind the others, Isolde aims another blast at the remaining zombie.

Move action: Move 2 squares south and three squares east

Standard Action: Cold Blast - Ranged Touch Attack [roll0] for [roll1] cold damage

[lostsole31]

R2T13: "Karina! Watch the area, tell me if any more appear!"

Positioning herself behind the others, Isolde aims another blast at the remaining zombie, completely missing.

R2T9: Karina continues flying around, keeping watch.

R2T8: Tenzei, what do you do?

Griss on deck, Darkhelm in the hole ...

[jss1701]

Griss' hands glow once more as he takes a step (East) to get a better shot, and releases a vortex of light at the remaining undead.
<roll>1d20+5</roll>(touch) for <roll>2d6</roll>

[Denomar]

Tenzei can see that the crowded choke point at the exit to the cart is more than a little blocked. Times like this call for a little improvisation. Even as Griss moves to the side to unleash destruction Tenzei finds that he is faster. Squeezing past Drina and hopefully past the scrabbling claws of the zombie Tenzei clambers on top of the cart. If he's able to make it up the side then turning around to make eye contact with Minh. He stands ready, waiting for Minh to make their move. If he's not, well then he clambers into the cart instead and thrusts a clawed fist straight into the creatures midsection instead.

Tenzei will use a Move Action through her space towards the cart and make an accelerated climb check to try and get on top of it, this will take me through the threatened area of the zombie, I would attempt an acrobatics check to not provoke, but I want to make absolutely sure I have enough movement available to get on top of the cart. If I am able to make it up top than Tenzei will ready an action to use Aid Another on Minh's next attack by trying to break apart the roof of the cart to provide more easy access for his greatsword at just the right time in order to be surprising.

If I don't make it than just a regular attack.

[Denomar]

This post for the purpose of making rolls.

Accelerated Climb Check at -2. [roll0]

Hypothetical Attack vs Zombie. [roll1]
Hypothetical Critical Confirmation roll vs Zombie [roll2]

Hypothetical Damage vs Zombie on HIT [roll3] Bludgeoning Damage
Hypothetical Damage Vs Zombie on CRIT [roll4] Bludgeoning Damage

[lostsole31]

R2T8: Tenzei can see that the crowded choke point at the exit to the cart is more than a little blocked. Times like this call for a little improvisation. Even as Griss moves to the side to unleash destruction Tenzei finds that he is faster. Squeezing past Drina and past the scrabbling claws of the zombie, Tenzei clambers on top of the cart. He turns around to make eye contact with Minh.it was a MA just to cross the intervening distance through Drina, and then a separate MA to climb. Your turn is over.
R2T7: Griss' hands glow once more as he takes a step (East) to get a better shot, and releases a vortex of light at the remaining undead, missing.

R2T5: Darkhelm balances while moving along the log, and then turns with her right hand up. Though she doesn't possess eyes, one of the colorful markings near where her left eye would be glow orange and a dark ray shoots forth from her hand. Even with all of the bodies in the way in tight combat, she seems to have as much of a sense for that as Amanu does and the ray hits the zombie in the abdomen, and parts of that corpse turns to dust and sloughs off in hundreds of little flakes (10 damage).

R2T4: Minh, what do you do?

Drina on deck, Amanu in the hole ...

[Toptomcat]

Minh


Amanu sighs, "You all make it difficult to fight getting in the way."

Minh snarls- more in pain from the broken finger then irritation at Amanu, but there's a little of it in there.

"Being between you and it is the plan. But if you insist..."

The injury has made a classical two-handed grip untenable, and Minh shifts his hold on the sword from a two-handed one to a one-handed improvisation with his injured limb supporting and strengthening the good one with the heel of his palm on the base of the other's wrist- opting to disorient the thing and keep it focused on him by bashing it in the face with the flat of the blade. Getting proper edge alignment in the middle of switching grips would be tricky anyway.

Standard action: use Angering Smash strike, Expertise for -1 to hit/+1 AC, fighting defensively for -4 to hit/+2 AC. AC 20. This involves making my Armament Shield pseudo-shield bash rather than attacking for slashing damage, for [roll0] and [roll1] bludgeoning.

If and only if I hit, successfully giving the zombie a -4 penalty to attack anyone but me, I then take a 5' step away to avoid giving our ranged attackers Precise Shot woes.

[lostsole31]

R2T4: Minh snarls- more in pain from the broken finger then irritation at Amanu, but there's a little of it in there. "Being between you and it is the plan. But if you insist..."

The injury has made a classical two-handed grip untenable, and Minh shifts his hold on the sword from a two-handed one to a one-handed improvisation with his injured limb supporting and strengthening the good one with the heel of his palm on the base of the other's wrist, opting to disorient the thing and keep it focused on him by bashing it in the face with the flat of the blade. Getting proper edge alignment in the middle of switching grips would be tricky anyway.

All of that fanciness, however, turns out to be unnecessary, as it ends up being a brilliant critical stroke that destroys the zombie, turning it to ash.

Combat Ends ...

[jss1701]

While the injured get healed, Griss will search the (now unoccupied) coach.

[roll0]

[Kvard51]

"Minh, let me look at that hand you are favoring," Drina says, reaching for it. "Let me heal it so you can use it."

SA: CLW on Minh, if he allows it. [roll0]

[Ostoril]

"Well done." Amanu states as he looks around to make sure no other bodies are moving, the invocations resting on his lips to put them to rest.

Ready action to cast disrupt undead on anything that looks like it might be undead, severe wounds or strange movements.

[lostsole31]

Drina's magic fully heals Minh.

Meanwhile, Griss (and the rest of the party) find a small jewelry box under the seat that the bandits must have missed. It is not a locked box. Inside are the following:

A noble's signet ring
A pair of earrings
A set of pearl-inlaid bracelets
Assorted gold and silver necklaces
One sapphire pendant


There is nothing else of interest in the wagon.

What now?

[jss1701]

"Hopefully, nothing so exciting in the other coach." Griss says, as he heads that way, presuming that the others will join him.

Upon reaching it, he will look for signs of life, or un-life as the case may be.

[lostsole31]

This second carriage is completely wrecked. Bandits already looted this overturned carriage. Two of Lady Argentea’s handmaidens lie dead inside. The broken chests and boxes strewn across the ground contain the handmaidens’ spare clothing, including three courtier’s outfits that look expensive. The party finds nothing else of interest here.

[Denomar]

Tenzei raises his hands and casts the Most Powerful Spell in his repertoire; Double Thumbs Up!

"That was very well done. I have found the trail of those who left this place, if they were as monstrous as those within the carriage we must hurry."

[Toptomcat]

Minh

The nagaji breathes deeply, clenching his newly-healed hand to test the grip and nodding approvingly at Drina when he finds it sound. As the others leap right into investigating again, he takes a moment to calm down by meticulously, meditatively cleaning his blade of the zombie's...fluids...before sheathing it again. It's good practice in general, and doubly so with a borrowed blade.


"That was very well done. I have found the trail of those who left this place, if they were as monstrous as those within the carriage we must hurry."

"Excellent. Well-done on your part."

He picks up his spear from where it's resting on the side of the carriage and swiftly follows.

"Something bothers me. Do fey usually make- ah, jikininki, what did you call them- 'zombies'? Do they just happen? I was expecting cold magic, not...that."

The time spent meticulously cleaning my blade is my maneuver re-readying period.

[lostsole31]

The group heads out, following the easily-marked trail. It doesn't take long from where it goes from patches of frost to where the weather proves much worse, with temperatures below freezing and falling snow. The snow reduces visibility significantly. A full 6" of snow cover the ground, reducing overland travel by half.

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.

[jss1701]

"Stay back while I check it out" says Griss. He then carefully approaches the chest, sweeping snow away from it to get a better view, and checks it for traps.

If a trap is detected, attempt to disable it.
If no trap detected, or trap disabled, open the chest.

[Denomar]

Tenzei drops his bag and stops reaching in to pull out the extra pieces of his winter clothing and beginning to don it. This didn't seem like typical weather and while he may not be as bothered as most by the sub zero temperatures he still layered on what he could.

[lostsole31]

Tenzei gets dressed into his cold weather clothing?

Does anyone else take this time to do a wardrobe change?

Meanwhile, Griss does indeed find that this oh-too-obvious duck decoy is trapped, finding some line around the bottom of it tied to the chest and going under the snow in two different directions. He tries to do a bypass tie-around to maintain tension on the opposing points of the "rope sphincter" so that the chest could be removed without having to cut the tension on the line to the trap. Unfortunately, Griss didn't realize how cold he was as his fingers shake and trip the trap.

The good news is that Griss made sure to be well ahead and ward the others back 30'. The bad is that a spiked log trap rockets out to hit the catfolk, the brunt of if in the left shoulder for 7.

But, the trap is sprung and is no longer a danger to anyone else.

Griss opens the chest, finding that it is empty.

[jss1701]

"Ow!" Griss looks into the chest, seeing it empty. "A trap on an empty chest? Either someone is expecting to be followed, or ..."
Griss will search it more thoroughly.

[lostsole31]

Griss will find that there IS treasure, just not in the chest. On the other hand, it isn't something easily portable, either, as it appears to be the majority of weapons and armor that were stripped from Lady Argentea's guards, including:

(5) sets of leather armor
(3) sets of studded leather armor
(1) masterwork chain shirt
(1) light wooden shields
(7) longswords
(2) spears
(3) light crossbows
(15) bolts, total


<"If it is okay,"> comes Darkhelm's tepe to the party, <"I don't have a problem returning something because of the markings of property, but for now I would like to borrow one of the shields for protection?">

What does the party do?

[jss1701]

"I wouldn't mind putting some of those crossbow bolts in my pack, and I rather think the previous owners of this equipment would approve of us using it to avenge them, but I think it would be well to return what we can't use to town. Perhaps the wagon back there is still usable, to make the trip easier?" Griss reaches for the crossbow bolts.

Griss will take 10, adding them to the 10 already stowed with his crossbow.

[Ostoril]

Amanu looks around, "While it would be nice to return the property of the dead, preventing more damage should be our priority. Let us mark this spot and worry about it's return later."
Turning to Darkhelm he nods. "I see no reason to not use whatever you need."
He turns to Griss. "How is that injury? Can you continue? Nature has granted me the gift to heal an injury once a day."

[jss1701]

Griss shrugs. "I can keep up, but another couple of hit like that'll be enough to put me out of action."

[lostsole31]

Does anyone else want to take anything?

[Toptomcat]

Minh


"Ow!" Griss looks into the chest, seeing it empty. "A trap on an empty chest? Either someone is expecting to be followed, or ..."

The big snakeman makes a thoughtful noise.

"Twice, maybe. One swinging log and one carriageful of zombies."

He spends a bit of time sorting through the goods that have been found, neatly stacking what he sees into sorted piles. He pauses to admire the workmanship of a keen, narrow dagger- then blinks, takes another look at what he's assembled, and narrows his eyes.

"...why did they attack the carriage, I wonder? It can't have been for money: what they've left here could buy quite a lot. Even if they were small, just this knife would be an easy prize to carry- and even if they had no eye at all for its workmanship, you'd have to be very dull to miss that there's a silver decoration pattern-welded into the hilt that would fetch half a gold or so for the metal alone.

That leaves...what? Politics?"

Shaking his head in puzzlement as he hooks the knife onto his belt, he turns to go.

"...I will return it if there's someone to return it to, or use it to pay for their burial if there isn't. But I've too much respect for good craftsmanship to leave an artwork like this rusting in an open field, and unlike the rest of it, it's light enough that it won't slow us down."

[Denomar]

The change would appear miraculous. As Griss examines his shoulder a sheen of light covers the wound. The light solidifies into golden scales that fade into new flesh. There's still a bit of a bruise around the former injury but it feels significantly better.

Tenzei on the other hand suppresses a shudder as bright pain engulfs his shoulder. No blood seeps into his clothes but the wind is almost knocked from him as the spiritual echo of the log trap smashes into him. Saying nothing Tenzei finishes putting on the last of his winter gear. He now looks less like a monk and more like a guy in a parka.

"I have no need for any of these things. Perhaps if..." he winces, lets out a slow breath. "If we find something edible than we should take it."

[doko239]

Isolde will tell Karina to keep watch for any sign of movement nearby, in case the fight with the Zombies attracted any attention. She then walks up to the zombie corpses and begins to closely examine them.

Detect Magic/Spellcraft to see if I can tell whether the zombies were created by a spell or by a supernatural effect, and what kind.


Minh
The big snakeman makes a thoughtful noise.

"Twice, maybe. One swinging log and one carriageful of zombies."

"...why did they attack the carriage, I wonder? It can't have been for money: what they've left here could buy quite a lot. Even if they were small, just this knife would be an easy prize to carry- and even if they had no eye at all for its workmanship, you'd have to be very dull to miss that there's a silver decoration pattern-welded into the hilt that would fetch half a gold or so for the metal alone.

Preoccupied as she is with inspecting the corpses, Isolde replies in an almost absent-minded tone, without her usual vitriol.

"They were locked in the carriage after the attack, presumably by the bandits themselves. I can think of no reason to raise these corpses only to lock them up, except as a deliberate trap, laid for whoever came looking for the Baroness. As for the reasons for the attack, you may get the chance to ask them yourself; Whoever did this might still be nearby, waiting to ambush us further. We should not stay here for long."

Standing and turning away from the carriage, Isolde looks over the group before asking "Who among you is capable of following tracks? See if you can find the bandits' trail."

[Denomar]

Tenzei can feel the sincerity and gravitas of the situation and promptly ruins it.

"I once tracked a bird to its nest. It was in the tree directly above where the chick fell."

[lostsole31]

It isn't too much farther when 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.

The heavy snowdrift is incredibly difficult to slog through [costing 4 squares of movement/ square].

Surprise Round ...

S17: The bank of snow suddenly explodes as a large reptile leaps out, as white as a blizzard and at least six feet in length. It has a dragon’s head filled with sharp teeth, and two arms ending in grasping claws. A cloud of greenish vapor wafts from its gaping maw. It snaps at Darkhelm.

S16: Griss, you didn't see it when you passed by - practically right over it - but you were feeling uneasy and spin around to see the thing. What do you do?You would not be walking with sword in hand, because you would want to contact metal as little as possible. Also, this is a surprise round, so you get a MA or a SA, but not both and not an FRA or a FAA.

[jss1701]

Seeing the creature attacking his comrade, Griss opens up with his Banelight Vortices.

[roll0] vs touch, for [roll1] plus [roll2] and fort save (14) or sickened for [roll3] rounds if sneak attack applies.
Still learning to use Griss effectively, but I think I did it all right this time.

[lostsole31]

S16: Seeing the creature attacking his comrade, Griss opens up with his Banelight Vortices. But in doing so, he opens himself up to counterattack as the white snake-lizard-dragon bites at him, but doesn't penetrate his armor. Light shoots at the thing and hits it for 9 light.

Begin Round One ...

R1T31: Amanu, your weapon is slung as the metal components would begin to freeze your hands if you were not careful. What do you do?

[Ostoril]

Amanu curses at the ambush. He unslings his rifle and levels his aim at the creature hoping to hit something more vulnerable. He pulls the trigger while trying to recall anything he might have learned of such a creature.

[Move] Draw weapon
[Standard] Risky Strike Musket Shot. [roll0] vs touch. Coordinated shot for +1 if ally threatens or +2 if ally flanks. +1 point blank shot. For [roll1] bludgeoning. +1 Point blank shot.
[Free] assess the creature?

[lostsole31]

R1T31: Amanu curses at the ambush. He unslings his rifle and levels his aim at the creature hoping to hit something more vulnerable. He pulls the trigger while trying to recall anything he might have learned of such a creature. His musket ball hits true and solidly at the creature, tearing through its scales to do 15.

R1T27: Isolde, what do you do? Karina is flying recon, but do you have her do anything else? The snow is very difficult to move in [costing 4 squares of movement per square actually moved].

[doko239]

Isolde appears momentarily startled, before backing away while levelling a bone-chilling stare at the lizard-thing.

Free Action: Knowledge check to try and determine what this thing is. Priority information is: Immunities and resistances, special attacks, worst saving throw, then anything else.

Speech: Isolde will share any information she recalls about this creature.

Standard Action: Evil Eye (su), DC 15 Will, -2 to attack rolls for 8 rounds, successful save reduces to 1 round.

Move Action: Move 3 squares East (Frostfoot hex reduces the movement penalty from the heavy snow to 1/2) and hope the penalty to hit from Evil Eye is enough to avoid the AOO.

[lostsole31]

R1T27: Isolde appears momentarily startled, before backing away while levelling a bone-chilling stare at the lizard-thing. "It's an artic tatzlwyrm - a northern ambush predator. It's not from around here at all!" she calls out to her confederates as she surprisingly deftly moves over the snow to get away from the thing.

R1T17: The arctic tatzlwyrm turns on Griss and bites at him, but Griss holds up his pommel so it bashes its jaw on the catfolk's hilt for 1 CON.

R1T16: Griss, what do you do?

[jss1701]

Taking a deep breath, Griss will stand his ground and send another vortex of light at the creature.

[roll0] for [roll1]

[lostsole31]

R1T16: Taking a deep breath, Griss will stand his ground and send another vortex of light at the creature. It counters first, but Griss' *Perihelion Pauldrons* stop its bite as his banelight just manages to clip the tatzlwyrm for 12 + disabled.

R1T14: Minh, what do you do?

[Toptomcat]

Minh

"It's an artic tatzlwyrm - a northern ambush predator. It's not from around here at all!"

What? The weather was preposterous enough. That's-

-the creature snaps and snarls-

-something to think about in just a moment-

Recovering from the dual shocks of being ambushed and finding out that the identity of the creature doing the ambushing made this whole weird mess somehow more complicated, Minh makes what he can of his awful footing by taking a deep stance, then just outright leaping into an extended lunge, a jump carrying him over the knee-deep snow just far enough for the length of his weapon and his formidable wingspan to do the rest.

Move action to get the five feet southeast I need to put the beast into reach, standard action to take a stab at it with the spear. [roll0], [roll1] piecing. If it matters, I'm adopting Poisoner's Stance as a swift, using Iron Fang for another [roll2], and forcing a Fort save DC 18 vs. taking another 3 damage and being fatigued, but I strongly suspect it doesn't in that the beast is injured enough to simply drop if that's a hit.

[lostsole31]

R1T14: What? The weather was preposterous enough. That's- -the creature snaps and snarls- -something to think about in just a moment.

Recovering from the dual shocks of being ambushed and finding out that the identity of the creature doing the ambushing made this whole weird mess somehow more complicated, Minh makes what he can of his awful footing by taking a deep stance, then just outright leaping into an extended lunge, a jump carrying him over the knee-deep snow just far enough for the length of his weapon and his formidable wingspan to do the rest, adopting a terrible stance as he does ... and his weapon glides over the scales of the creature, not into.

R1T13: Tenzei, what do you do?

[Denomar]

Tenzei won't take the time to mince words, he dives through the snow in a low and erratic sweeping move that brings him behind the scaled thing. Trying to ignore just how much the creature looks like a dragon he brings what claws he himself has to bear upon the opponent in a twisting hook.

Swift Action: Initiate Dragon Style.
Move Action: Acrobatics Check [roll0] to move ten feet east to be behind the creature in an attempt to not provoke an attack of opportunity.
Standard Action: Unarmed Strike [roll1] to hit
[roll2] Hypothetical damage
[roll3] to confirm Hypothetical critical hit
[roll4] Hypothetical additional critical damage.

[lostsole31]

R1T13: Tenzei won't take the time to mince words, he dives through the snow in a low and erratic sweeping move that brings him behind the scaled thing. His acrobatics are beautiful, but far more tiring than expected, and he doesn't have the time to make an attack.

R1T12: It has been frustrating for Griss to be positioned for a flank, but to be unable to actually be flanking .... because Darkhelm doesn't carry any apparent weapons. This changes temporarily as a bolt of lightning comes out of the sky to strike at Darkhelm's now upraised right arm. The lightning plays along her arm and she holds an end of it while whipping out the rest at the dragon, striking sure and true and killing it instantly. Darkhelm releases the electricity harmlessly.

Combat Ends ...

[Ostoril]

Amanu reloads his musket and slings it back over his shoulder. "Perhaps we should proceed more carefully if such foreign creatures are lying in wait."

[lostsole31]

Darkhelm's faceless, dark egg-shaped orb turns to Amanu, though all can "hear" her thoughts: <"The snow is too thick to waste time trying to be silent on it, and a woman's life is at stake.">

She then continues following the tracks west at speed. Which, given the drifts of snow, makes for terrible speed.

[Ostoril]

Amanu shakes his head as he follows. "Carefully and slowly are not the same thing." He rubs his hands together and tucks them under his armpits. "I don't suppose any of you would have any spare gloves or cloth so that we might keep our weapons at the ready? I was not planning on a winter holiday so soon."

[Denomar]

Silently Tenzei strips his gloves and proffers them to Amanu. Then with a wordless smile he sets off into the snow after Darkhelm.

[Toptomcat]

Minh

The big nagaji forges ahead, deliberately making his way to the head of the group so that its smaller members can walk in the large footsteps and trail he makes in the thick snow. It's tiring, but in these conditions he'd have to be making much of that effort anyway, and he can bear the effort better than most.

"A ch-"

Minh chuckles to himself. The blanket of snow carpeting everything is muffling sound, including that of his voice. He should have expected it, really, but the suddenness of the change is understandably confusing his expectations. He tries again, slightly louder:

"A change in the weather like this...magic I know of can do that. There was a tradition in Zom Kullan, some bargain of the royal family with the high priestess of a moon goddess: once a year in autumn, the night is calm, warm, and perfectly clear, perfect for a quiet drinking party while viewing the moon in the night sky.

And one year, there was a minor scandal, because there was a storm- and it turned out they'd stiffed the priestess. So, spendy enough that even royalty thinks twice about shelling out for it, and Nagajor was not small or poor. I saw something similar on two occasions, this time for one-time events, and each time it was spoken of as a serious undertaking and a significant expense for the First Mother's Court.

...what I'm getting at here: I knew we were heading into something well above our weight class. That if we ended up in a direct confrontation with whoever was ultimately doing this, the best we could hope for was to politely ask them to stop. But every other instance of weather magic I've ever seen or heard of? It stopped at the weather. It didn't involve creatures from halfway around the world surprising everybody by popping up. They'd have had to put it in a cage and ship it halfway 'round the world or just Teleport it an enormous distance, either way a formidable prospect. For one snow-dragon.

Either that thing was summoned, somehow, and placed directly in our path...for some reason...or running into it was an accident because there are enough of them around that it was likely, somehow, or...what, exactly?"

His tone is skeptical, confused.

"That seems bizarre even by the rather formidable standards of how strange you should expect it to get when there's powerful magicians involved."

[lostsole31]

The party continues to travel, mulling over whatever dire omen Minh's words might mean.

After awhile, the party sees feathered bundles and strange fetishes hanging from the lowest branches of the trees in this part of the forest, swaying and shifting in the wind. All are stuck through with small pins holding pieces of leather bound around them.

[jss1701]

Griss will cautiously approach one, and being careful not to actually touch it, in respect for those who made it, examine it as well as he can.

[Toptomcat]

Minh

Minh winces and considers making a brief detour along the edges of the forest to see if he can't scout out some path in that isn't covered in the odd things. But the weather makes even a quarter of a mile a significant delay and an incredible pain, and in any case they'd lose the trail they were following.

"...I suppose it would be too much to ask for all that not to be some kind of magical embuggerance," he remarks dryly.

"Can any of you disarm it, or at least give us an idea of what we're in for?"

[Kvard51]

"I can, at least, tell if they are magical. Give me a moment."

Drina begins making intricate designs with her hands while intoning a series of words over and over. She finishes by passing her hands over eyes, then begins studying the bundles intently.

SA: Cast Detect Magic and study the bundles for up to 3 minutes. Any aura she identifies she will study in an attempt to discern what school of magic she is dealing with, up to the entire duration.

[Denomar]

Tenzei stays back to see how the group works together.

The sooner he can figure out the group dynamics then the easier his new enslavement would be after all. Everything in its proper place.

[lostsole31]

The strange little knickknacks possess no magical aura.

[Ostoril]

Amanu looks at the strange bundles and tries to recall if he has heard of similar things in his travels.

Attempt to make a knowledge check about what the bundles are.

[lostsole31]

Surprise Round ...

S20: Amanu gets hit in the leg by something for 1 and it is very cold (no extra effect).
S17: Something small bounces off of Griss' armor.
S14: Something hits Drina's left hand for 1 NL + staggered (from the numbing cold).

Begin Round One ...

R1T27: Amanu, what do you do? You will have to spend a MA to make a Perception check if you want to find the sniper(s).

[Ostoril]

Amanu curses as he readies his musket and scans his surroundings for his assailant.

[Move] Make a perception check to search for opponents.
[Standard] Draw Musket.
If enemies spotted:
[Free] Point out enemies location and attempt to identify them (If I still have an assessment)

[lostsole31]

R1T27: Amanu curses as he readies his musket and scans his surroundings for his assailant. He sees all three of them in the trees. In fact, it just so happens that of all the party, he is relatively equidistant to all of them. As he looks around, he sees what they are, and given what he knows about the base creatures, and that all of these have a sort of blue cast to them, he blurts out, while pointing. "In the trees! Three of them. They're sprites, but these are different, let's call them 'winter-touched' for lack of a better term. They are very, very tiny, and can fly faster than Isolde's crow. They're normally luminous, but they are suppressing their glow right now."

R1T23: There are now two Darkhelms standing side-by-side. Everyone feels ... something ... from Darkhelm, but you don't know what. Meanwhile, black clouds are forming a mere 70' overhead. They are dark, making everything else in the area a bit darker, and rumble ominously. Winds whip around, kicking the snow up a little.

*CRA-ACK!* goes a bolt of lightning coming down from the sky as it hits a branch on a tree to the east of the party, once which Amanu sees was occupied by a winter-touched sprite. the little buy ducks just enough to only take 3 electricity.

R1T21: Minh, you realize that you no longer feel the bite of the cold as you did before. Two of the sprites pointed out by Amanu are obvious now that he pointed them out, and you would need a MA to make a Perception check (w/ a bonus thanks to Amanu, which I roll) to find the third if you cared. The closest one you see to you is 10' up in the trees, about 25' from you. Note that it takes 2 squares (no longer 4 as before ... heavy snow cover, but you aren't in the drifts as you were before) to move one square in the snow at this time. Also, anywhere within the gray circled areas are dim light, not normal/bright light. What do you do?

[Toptomcat]

Minh
Of course. Not a magical threat- a mundane distraction to draw attention from beings similarly sized to the little bundles.

Minh's hands blur into a fluid repetition of the pressure-point kata he displayed earlier- his long practice showing in how he compresses the motion into an instant before launching himself forward, powering his way through the snowdrifts towards the incongruously tiny threat. They've chosen their battlefield well, and he judges there to be little point trying to get close enough to attack with a spear: adjusting his grip to free up his dominant hand, he reaches into the opposite arm's sleeve and retrieves a dart to fling at the sprite above him- the motion smooth and powerful, swiftly snapping at the waist and shoulder to propel the weapon, but the cold is numbing and this is not his forte...

Enter Poisoner's Stance as a swift action. Unready spear, keeping it held in off hand (losing Armament Shield AC bonus and ability to threaten in non-reach squares with a pseudo-shield bash.) Single move two squares south and one east: BAB +1 permits also drawing a weapon with that movement. Draw wushu dart and throw at Shor with Iron Fang strike. Range increment 10' and I'm 25' away by my reckoning, so -4 range penalty. Attack [roll0], damage [roll1] + [roll2]

[lostsole31]

R1T21: Of course. Not a magical threat- a mundane distraction to draw attention from beings similarly sized to the little bundles, Minh thinks to himself. His hands blur into a fluid repetition of the pressure-point kata he displayed earlier- his long practice showing in how he compresses the motion into an instant before launching himself forward, powering his way through the snowdrifts towards the incongruously tiny threat. They've chosen their battlefield well, and he judges there to be little point trying to get close enough to attack with a spear: adjusting his grip to free up his dominant hand, he reaches into the opposite arm's sleeve and retrieves a dart to fling at the sprite above him- the motion smooth and powerful, swiftly snapping at the waist and shoulder to propel the weapon, but the cold is numbing and this is not his forte as his dart goes sailing past.

R1T20: The little sprite that just had a dart thrown at it now is fully revealed as it brazenly shoots at Minh, hitting him in the head with a tiny arrow for 1.

R1T19: Drina, you are staggered from the numbing cold of that tiny arrow (so only a MA or a SA, not both nor a FRA/FAA). What do you do? It costs 2 squares to move in this snow.

[Kvard51]

Drina performs an incantation and motions towards the fey creature. A silver bolt of force flies from her index finger and unerringly strike both sprites.

SA: Cast Magic Missile with one missile targeting each dark sprite for Pym:[roll0] & Shor:[roll1] force damage

[lostsole31]

R1T19: Drina performs an incantation and motions towards the fey creature. A silver bolt of force flies from her index finger and unerringly strike both sprites. The one to the east gets struck for 4 force, and the one to the south gets hit for 5 force.

R1T18: Griss, what do you do? The snow is difficult terrain (2 squares to move).

[jss1701]

Griss takes a few steps toward the imps, "Is that all ya got?"
He then releases a vortex of light at each of them.

Swift: transfer 1 pt of essence from Aura of the Adaptable to the Star Metal Bracers, bumping his cold resistence to 8.
Attack: [roll0] for [roll1]
[roll2] for [roll3]

[jss1701]

Severity [roll0]
extra damage [roll1]

[lostsole31]

R1T18: Griss takes a few steps toward the imps, shouting "Is that all ya got?"as he then releases a vortex of light at each of them. The first one misses the one to the east. But the second one gets hit with a soft crit for 16 light! The little sprite gets blown off the branch and falls below to the snow for 1 (lethal) + 4 NL.

R1T17: The sprite to the east takes a shot at the darker (and newer) of the Darkhelms, missing.

R1T16: Karina sends a long a sense of emptathic concern to Isolde, and then closes right to her position.

R1T14: The third assailant that was unseen was able to reposition behind the party, and lets loose with a magical riot of light!

Isolde, roll a Will save!

[lostsole31]

R1T14: The third assailant that was unseen was able to reposition behind the party, and lets loose with a magical riot of light! Nothing appears to happen, however, and those caught in the effect (Isolde, her crow Karina, and Darkhelm II) seem annoyed.

R1T10: Tenzei, what do you do? The snow is difficult terrain.

Isolde on deck, Amanu in the hole ...

[Denomar]

Huffing and puffing like an overly taxed farm animal Tenzei waddles through the snow to at least be in range of assisting his companions. Wishing perhaps that he possessed snow shoes like the indigenous people had once worn whom he had seen on the long trek across the Aganpei. Keeping to the traditional forms whilst in hip deep snow was slow going, that's for sure.

"Warm my heart Qi Zhong!" Tenzei's prayer flows into words that are more akin to growls and the sounds of ancient echoing bells. Tenzei's throat glows from within, a merry red.

Swift Action: Activate Dragon Style
Move Action: One square to North East (10 ft of movement), three squares North (30 ft of movement) This move should place Tenzei in the square to the northwest of Drina.
Standard Action: Cast Firebelly

[lostsole31]

R1T10: Huffing and puffing like an overly taxed farm animal Tenzei waddles through the snow to at least be in range of assisting his companions. Wishing perhaps that he possessed snow shoes like the indigenous people had once worn whom he had seen on the long trek across the Aganpei. Keeping to the traditional forms whilst in hip deep snow was slow going, that's for sure.

"Warm my heart, Qi Zhong!" Tenzei's prayer flows into words that are more akin to growls and the sounds of ancient echoing bells. Tenzei's throat glows from within, a merry red.

R1T9: Isolde moves through the snow more deftly than anyone else. Back with arcane power, she looks to the sprite up in the tree and shouts, "Fall!"

She turns around, "Karina, kill the one that tried to ensorcel us. Everyone else, concentrate fire on the rear one before attacking the one in the tree, for my magicks are irresistible."

End Round One, Begin Round 2 ...

R2T27: Amanu, what do you do?

Darkhelm(s) on deck, Minh in the hole ...

[Ostoril]

Amanu levels his musket with the creature next to Darkhelm, with no one in his line of fire he lets off a shot and quickly reloads.


[Standard] Risky Strike Musket Shot. [roll0] vs touch. Coordinated shot for +1 if ally threatens or +2 if ally flanks. +1 point blank shot. For [roll1] bludgeoning. +1 Point blank shot.
[Move] Fast Musket Deed and Rapid Reload to reload as a move action.

[lostsole31]

R2T27: Amanu levels his musket with the creature next to Darkhelm, with no one in his line of fire he lets off a shot that hits the sprite for 9 mod before quickly reloading. Amanu notices he doesn't quite feel the bite of the wintry cold anymore.

R2T23: Darkhelm moves around the north side of the sprite Amanu hit, conjures a lash of lightning, which is dodged by the fey. It is less successful at dodging the stray bolt of lightning that hits it for 6 electricity. False Darkhelm doesn't do anything.

R2T21: Minh, you are in poisoner's stance. You no longer feel the bite of winter for some reason. The areas in the gray circles are in dim light from dark clouds above. What do you do?

Drina on deck, Griss in the hole ...

[lostsole31]

R2T21: Minh strides purposefully through the snow, focusing on infusing the wushu dart he draws with negative chi before throwing it at the eastern opponent. His dart strikes the small sprite in the head 4 mod + staggered + 2 WIS. That sprite is looking really woozy.

R2T19: Drina, you are no longer staggered. You also notice that the cold of the environment doesn't bite so much like it had before.

Griss on deck, Pym in the hole ...

[Kvard51]

Drina chooses to repeat her previous attack, firing force darts from her fingers with one dart for each sprite.

SA: Magic Missile [roll0] [roll1] force damage to each sprite.

[lostsole31]

R2T19: Drina chooses to repeat her previous attack, firing force darts from her fingers with one dart for each sprite, each one getting hit for 5 force. The one to the east falls out of the tree and into a drift of snow.

R2T18: Griss, only one sprite is active - the one to the north. What do you do? Remember it costs 2 sq. of movement per sq. traveled.

Karina on deck, sprite in the hole ...

[jss1701]

Once again, Griss lashes out with a vortex of light.


[roll0] hitting the imp for [roll1]

[lostsole31]

R2T18: Once again, Griss lashes out with a vortex of light, hitting the imp for 9 light, knocking the sprite back and onto the ground. It is not moving.

R2T16: Karina hops into the next square, pushing the unmoving fey around with its beak.

R2T10: Tenzei, all enemies appear to be down. You are in dragon style, and firebelly is providing you with a good spicy sweat. What do you do?

Isolde on deck, Amanu in the hole ...

[Denomar]

Tenzei will give a mighty Thumbs Up! A victory indeed!

He will enjoy the toasty feeling of firebelly while it lasts.

[lostsole31]

R2T10: Tenzei will give a mighty Thumbs Up! A victory indeed! He will enjoy the toasty feeling of firebelly while it lasts.

R2T9: "Filthy monster," says Isolde as she takes out her dagger and stabs the one near her for 1 mod.

End Round 2, Begin Round 3 ...

R3T27: Amanu, what do you do?

Darkhelm on deck, Minh in the hole ...

[Ostoril]

Amanu takes a moment to scan the surroundings for any other threats or observers before he lowers his guard.

Make an assessment of the surroundings to look for any other creatures.
If no threats found, lower his musket
If a threat found, point it out and ready his musket in case the creature approaches in an obviously aggressive manner such as teeth or weapons ready to strike.

[lostsole31]

R3T27: Amanu takes a moment to scan the surroundings for any other threats or observers before he lowers his guard.

R3T23: Darkhelm stands there, holding out her arms upwards, and the dark clouds above quickly dissipate. The "false" Darkhelm winks out of view."There is no need to kill for killing's sake. That is what they wanted when they attacked. We should not be sharing so ignoble a goal."She reaches down and shoos away the raven while attempting an untrained heal check to stabilize the sprite near her."I believe I have succeeded in stabilizing this one."
R3T21: Minh, what do you do?

Drina on deck, Griss in the hole, Tenzei delaying ...

[lostsole31]

R3T21: Minh just observes the argument. Honestly, it was nothing to him to take the life of those that attacked him, but he didn't feel strongly about it either way so he delays....

R3T19: Drina, what do you do now that you are having that first "moral quandary" in the party?

Griss on deck, Karina in the hole, Minh/ Tenzei delaying ...

[Kvard51]

Drina considers Amanu's words and finds she agrees with the strange woman. "that sounds reasonable, but let us disarm the sprite and bind her, in case she wakes up still intent on causing mischief. I have twine in my pack, or thread. Do you prefer searching her or tying her up?"

[lostsole31]

R3T19: Drina considers Amanu's words and finds she agrees with the strange woman. "That sounds reasonable, but let us disarm the sprite and bind her, in case she wakes up still intent on causing mischief. I have twine in my pack, or thread. Do you prefer searching her or tying her up?"

R3T18: Griss, what do you do?

Karina on deck, Isolde in the hole, Minh/Tenzei delaying ...

[jss1701]

"I'll search her while you get your twine out." And Griss proceeds to do just that, cautiously, just in case the sprite wakes up.

[lostsole31]

R3T18: "I'll search her while you get your twine out." And Griss proceeds to do just that, cautiously, just in case the sprite wakes up, tactically choosing the one that Isolde is murderously standing over to throw her off her game. It turns out this sprite likely presents as a "him/he" rather than a "she/her," for whatever that means in the lands of fey. So, there is a short sword and a shortbow size appropriately (18 arrows remain), and it wears diaphanous clothing. Its largest possession is a pouch that is worn like a knapsack, that has several gold coins in it.

Combat Ends ...

As you gather everything up, you will find that each of these sprites (two male, one female) are tough, as all three of them happened to be able to self-stabilize. Each of them has 14 gold coins, for a total of 42 gold coins among them.

One point of annoyance is that Drina might have had twine at one point, but she ran out ... and all she has left are string (which is smaller and lighter) and thread. She has to use all 50' of her string to securely bind all three comatose sprites.

Now what?

[Denomar]

Tenzei will do his best to assess the injuries of the group. Should anyone require medical attention than they will certainly take his attention. This place seems so hostile, and not just the weather either. There was a menace present upon the air like a cold and calculating predator. Tenzei looks around to see whether the group has come under attack again and decides that his intuition is in fact wrong and he is merely suffering hallucinations from the biting cold.

"I was beginning to believe this place does not like me. I am not sure if these lands are capable of that though. Do we press on?"

[lostsole31]

"I feel something in me that I never felt before," comes Darkhelm's telepathy to the group. "This battle has made me sense things I have never sensed before. I can almost feel the warmth that has protected me all my life flow from me and cover the rest of you, but I'm not quite powerful enough to include Isolde's raven as well."

If you haven't noticed it by now, all of you realize that what she says is true ... you no longer feel the bite of winter. You "sense" that it is cold, but are not chilled by it.

The winter witch says, "No matter, because you won't have to worry about that anymore. Oh, it is an impressive feat, no doubt. But your feeble intellects have proven to me that you don't have what it takes to make hard choices. You saved the lives of fey creatures who have made a pact with evil and taken a shard of ice into their hearts because you think the act is more important than the consequence. What now? You saved them. Now what?

"Oh, don't bother answering me, because I do not care to hear your insipid spiritual platitudes. This 'compassion' for life will kill you, but I will not let it kill me as well. Farewell to you all, and enjoy your ignominy."

If you do not stop her, Isolde will turn around and leave, with Karina following her.

[jss1701]

"Well, *that* happened." Griss muses. "While her knowledge of what we're apparently heading into would be useful, I can't say I would really *want* someone with so little regard for the group watching my back."

"Still, she brings up a good point. What are we gonna do with these little creeps?"

[Ostoril]

Amanu relaxes his musket across his shoulder. "Those who don't concern themselves with life, or even look down on it make poor allies. While I wouldn't have gone out of my way to save these lives, you put us in no harm saving them. If nothing else they might have valuable knowledge, though dragging them along with us would be rather awkward. I would rather not waste valuable spells right now to wake them. Unless one of you wishes to, I would suggest tying them to a tree and fetching them on our return."

[lostsole31]

"If you wait a minute, Isolde." says Minh, "I will escort you safely back to Heldren. I know you think us a bunch of idiots, but nobody should be out here by themselves."

He looks to the party. "Of course, I'm not coming back out here alone. So I will wait for your word in Heldren. Good luck out there, and may the gods watch over you all."

And with that, Minh and Isolde (and Karina) both leave.

EDIT: Min turns back around, unclasps the scabbard and baldric, and lets drop the Ulfen guard's cold iron longsword. "It would be unfair of me to hold onto this."

Who claims Yuln Oerstag's longsword, and intends to use it to kill at least one fey beastie in honor of the Skald man's bravery (and gift)?

[Denomar]

With each step Minh takes away from the group. Tenzei feels as if a little part of him is leaving, the dragon's coils loosen and the sensation of oneness that came with the Life Link slowly fades. Tenzei sighs then turns to regard the broken creatures which had attacked the group.

"I say, they have suffered enough. They attacked us and were defeated. When they awaken they will understand they have been shown mercy and will surely change their ways."

[lostsole31]

Darkhelm tepes to the group, <"I didn't even like tying them up, unless we were going to take them with us. Leave them their weapons. They are in critical condition, but I have bound their wounds. Should they wake, they may survive as best they can. If not, then not. But prisoners makes us too responsible in that regard. And murder is no good. But it is an affront to even Sarenrae to expend her gifts of healing upon the evil in most cases.">

Darkhelm unties the sprites. <"I am sorry to see Minh go, but I could have done without the arrogant woman. If there are no objections, I shall take the burden of honor upon myself to take this sword.>"

She looks at the sword before putting it in its scabbard in the baldric around her waist. <"Minh didn't mention, but this is a cold iron longsword, forged with the intent and ability to harm the fey folk.">

Is the party ready to continue following the tracks from here?

[lostsole31]

The heroes, such as you are, continue onwards. After awhile, a narrow game trail winds its way through the trees and undergrowth here. Hoofprints mark the underlying snow, leading in both directions. The party sees, coming from a connecting point on this game trail, a stag. The stag doesn't run away, nor approach, nor show signs of hostility, but does look at the party.

Begin Round One (until it is determined initiative is not needed) ...

R1T27: Drina, you are not in combat. This is a first-contact situation that could be tense, so initiative is noted unless or until either combat does begin, or is determined to not be needed. You are the first one who may respond. Note that the elk is 80' from you.

[Kvard51]

Drina raises her hand and takes an unbidden step towards the stag. "What a beautiful creature.", she says in a whisper. "We should wait for him to pass.", she says quietly to the others.

[lostsole31]

R1T27: Drina raises her hand and takes an unbidden step towards the stag. "What a beautiful creature.", she says in a whisper. "We should wait for him to pass.", she says quietly to the others.

R1T26: Tenzei, what do you do?

[Denomar]

What a fascinating beast! Tenzei is tempted for a moment to spread his hands and wave at the beast in the universal sign for 'hello beast' but he catches himself. Regarding the snowy ground he finds himself blissfully wishing that he had paid more attention to the horse-master from his youth, for riding this creature would certainly make traversing the packed snow easier. Then again....Tenzei regards the branching antlers with trepidation, his lessons on horseback riding may not be terribly applicable to that thing. Regarding its fur and heaving flanks on the other hand does bring up another idea and Tenzei's stomach gently rumbles. Out of the corner of his mouth Tenzei inquires of the group. "Do we require more supplies?"

[lostsole31]

R1T26: What a fascinating beast! Tenzei is tempted for a moment to spread his hands and wave at the beast in the universal sign for "Hello, beast!" but he catches himself. Regarding the snowy ground he finds himself blissfully wishing that he had paid more attention to the horse-master from his youth, for riding this creature would certainly make traversing the packed snow easier. Then again....Tenzei regards the branching antlers with trepidation, his lessons on horseback riding may not be terribly applicable to that thing. Regarding its fur and heaving flanks on the other hand does bring up another idea and Tenzei's stomach gently rumbles. Out of the corner of his mouth Tenzei inquires of the group. "Do we require more supplies?"

R1T21: Darkhelm trudges through the snow to move forward a little."We might. Normally, elk is as good a game as any. But as we live near Heldren, where an elk that actually regards you is possible some type of sacred messenger of Erastil, perhaps we should see what transpires."
The elk seems to be quietly regarding the group, unafraid.

R1T17: Amanu, musket is in hand and loaded. No combat is currently happening with this brush with nature. Truly, your own acceptance of the philosophy of red-in-tooth-and-claw feels slightly blunted as you sense something otherworldly about this encounter, for surely most stags would have sensed the predatory nature that are in humanoids and run off. What do you do?

[Ostoril]

Amanu smiles as he lets his musket rest non threateningly against his shoulder while gesturing slowly with his off hand. With a warm and soft voice he addresses the creature more so than his companions. "Ah. What a wonderful blessing this is. Truly, if nature did not walk with us, such a magnificent beast would not deem us worthy of his grace." Amanu searches his memories for stories of such encounters as he walks calmly toward the creature, ready to halt if it grows uncomfortable with his approach.

[lostsole31]

R1T17: Amanu smiles as he lets his musket rest non threateningly against his shoulder while gesturing slowly with his off hand. With a warm and soft voice he addresses the creature more so than his companions. "Ah. What a wonderful blessing this is. Truly, if nature did not walk with us, such a magnificent beast would not deem us worthy of his grace." Amanu searches his memories for stories of such encounters as he walks calmly toward the creature, ready to halt if it grows uncomfortable with his approach.

R1T16: The elk's ears perk up as Amanu speaks to it, and it starts to calmly and comfortably walk forward in the snow towards the party. But the party really gets the weird when the elk speaks! "Thank you, fellow traveler, and good travels may you have. Unseasonable weather we are having, wouldn't you say? Though not nearly as uncommon as those who would treat respectfully with me, no doubt. Tell me, what brings you so deep into the ensorcelled Border Wood?"

R1T8: Griss, you may go.