Beware The Snow (aka Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?) (Inactive)

Game Master Twilightrose

Reign of Winter
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Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

"You're in luck, there are still two rooms available. The beds were just made up today with fresh linens," Kale says to Snjórinn.


Female Human (Ulfen) Barbarian/1

Annalísa nearly chokes on her brew, "Respect?" She clears her throat and wipes her mouth, "Yes, I'm Annalísa. Only one in town I know of."

The woman stands to her full height, her bundle of braids rustles against the leather vest she wears as she pulls them aside to be clear of her sword sticking up over her shoulder; a movement that is clearly as natural to her as breathing. She extends a hand in greeting, "Something I can do for you?"


Male Halfling Rogue (Scout) 1

Seeing the big scary man approach Analisa, Mervyn quickly puts out his pipe and grabs his mug tightly. Preparing to shoot underneath the table if anything happens. He looks over at the gnome and says "S@+~s about ter hit the fan! Right!, 'oo is gonna win between these two?" Mervyn knew better than to get between the two if anything combat related broke out. He was still eyeing the masked orc across the main room as well. He had seen this exact scene too many times in Kaer Maga. And it never ended well.


Male Gnome Ranger/1

The gnome pats Mervyn on the back, thankful to have company in the three foot range.


Female Elf Magus (hexcrafter) 3 / Wizard (Primalist, transmuter) 1| AC 18 T 14 FF 14 | HP 28/28 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +8| Perc +3

Machaera glances down at Mervyn's reaction. Where is he from, and what has he seen, that he's so quick to think trouble will break out? Have I really been in places so wild that I no longer know when a place among humans is half-way to safe?

She is still quiet as her head just shakes, thinking about Annalisa's idea that it's good to be distracted sometimes. Perhaps, in that sense. After all, I wasn't trying to be particularly clear, and I suppose I ought to be grateful that people can't tell just how far I've wandered from the path that had been set for me, that I wanted for myself, just by looking...


Male Skin-Walker (Fanglord) Sorceror(Crossblood[Draconic, Orc]/Tattooed Sorceror) 1 (HP 9/9) (AC 13/13/10) (CMD 11) (Fort +2, Ref +3, Will -3) (Init +3) (Perception +5)

Snjorrin nods to Kale.

"Thank-you. That will do just fine."

He then turns his attention to observe the ballistic halfling causing a ruckus on the other side of the common room.


Male Human (Kellid) Shaman (Mammoth)

Sranding almost a full foot taller than her, the shaman takes the extended hand in a warrior's grip, strong enough to not treat her as delicate, but not as those with something to prove. "I am Aðvinr a wandering protector of sorts. i have heard of the strange goings on in these parts. I would like to offer aid and join your investigation." he replies.


Female Human (Ulfen) Barbarian/1

"Greetings, Aðvinr, and be welcome. It seems these strange times have piqued the curiosity of many,"She says indicating the others that have joined her. Then as a second thought to what Mervyn just said, "Though it appears some of us might be a bit jumpy, even if courageous."


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

Hundur barks and turns in circles a couple of times, excited by all of the new company. Just as Annalísa is about to invite Aðvinr to her table, the sound of a bell being run penetrates the wooden walls of the tavern.

"That would be the meeting, Annalísa," Kale says.


Male Halfling Rogue (Scout) 1

With a sigh of relief Mervyn releases his death grip on the mug and takes a sip once again. It's ok, they shook hands, everything is gonna be alright, calm down. Oh no, he thinks to himself looking across the room, it seems we have drawn the attention of the masked orc who is now eyeing us. Don't make eye contact, look normal. Talk, talk, say something.

Mervyn again looks to his new found blue haired friend and blurts out "So wotcher reckon the name of the bleedin' play is?" before he can catch his words. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Mervyn. There is no play, don't lead the boy on. That was not normal. Calm down. Get a grip on your self.


Female Human (Ulfen) Barbarian/1

Annalísa looks back at the group gathered around her table, "Well then, shall we?"

She heads towards the door, Hundur following after her wagging his tail and licking her fingertips.


Male Skin-Walker (Fanglord) Sorceror(Crossblood[Draconic, Orc]/Tattooed Sorceror) 1 (HP 9/9) (AC 13/13/10) (CMD 11) (Fort +2, Ref +3, Will -3) (Init +3) (Perception +5)

As the group leaves, Snjorrin tries to attract Kale's attention.

"That seemed like a rather... eclectic... group of individuals; I get the impression they are not all from around here, which definitely piques my interest. What is this town meeting they are going to?"


Male Human (Kellid) Shaman (Mammoth)

Raising an eyebrow at the one who was acting oddly skittish......even for a halfling, Aðvinr follows Annalisa's lead, Ratatosky alongside him.


Male Gnome Ranger/1

Following Annalísa's lead, the young gnome mutters as he walks out the door, "Tusks one to know one..."


Female Elf Magus (hexcrafter) 3 / Wizard (Primalist, transmuter) 1| AC 18 T 14 FF 14 | HP 28/28 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +8| Perc +3

Machaera falls in silently with the others, wondering how many people will be attending the meeting. A brief pang of homesickness comes over her as she remembers the assemblies at the Tower of Stars, where almost everyone was present. She shakes off the feeling as she reflects, not for the first time, that it must be rather odd to have called a school home from one's birth. And now here I am, learning rather different lessons. I wonder ... how Iri is doing. I hope she's closer to getting out of Alkenstar at last.

Her mind turning to happier thoughts, her worries retreat, for the moment, to her subconscious.


Male Halfling Rogue (Scout) 1

Mervyn follows with the rest, once they are outside he pats his pipe against his boot a couple of times to empty its contents and places it back in his smoking pouch. He purposely stays close to Fizzlewhisk but not to close as to make the boy uncomfortable. He stays ever alert as usual.


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

Kale glances at the group leaving, "That blond woman is Annalísa Finnrsdóttir and the gnome Fizzlewhisk Ettinfell. Don't know the other three. They're going to the meeting called by the town council. Anyone can go to it, even folks who aren't from here. This one is opened to the public. Councilor Teppen wanted to give everyone the chance to voice their concerns over the missing lady, the cold weather, and the strange beasts the hunters have sighted. I guess she's trying to calm everyone down and discuss options for what to do about it all. Annalísa said she plans on going out into the woods to figure out what's going on herself and was looking to find some volunteers to go with her at the meeting."

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Following the loud Ulfen woman, the ragtag group makes it's way into the throng of people making their way towards the large statue that sits in the town square. A wooden platform has been brought out, just big enough for a few people to stand on at once and been seen above the heads of the crowd. On the platform stands a bruised and battered man, wrapped in bandages. Mervyn recognizes him as the man he spoke to earlier, Yuln. Next to him is a woman stands, her posture speaks to her authority as she waits for the crowd to gather and calm themselves enough for her to be heard.


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

Once the crowd has gathered and stopped shuffling around for the most part, the councilor begins to speak, her voice carrying out over the crowd with surprising ease. "Thank you all for coming. By now, you have all heard that yesterday we had a wounded man arrive in the village, claiming to have been attacked by bandits working with cold fey to kidnap the Lady Argentea Malassene. You have all heard of the strange, dangerous predators that the hunters have been encountering. You have all noticed the unusually cold weather, some of you have even been to the Border Woods and have seen the snow."

She pauses a moment to let the rise in noise from the crowd die back down. "It can be no mere coincidence that we are having an unnaturally cold summer and that cold fey have been spotted in the area. I know that like myself, you all want answers to these questions. I wish that wehad them for you, but we unfortunately do not. Heldren is not a large town, and those who have trained for the militia are needed in Heldren - especially while an unknown, hidden threat lurks nearby - to protect Heldren."

Again the crowd begins to get louder, but soon they balk under the steely gaze of the council woman and quiet down once more. "This does not mean that this threat will go unchecked. This does not mean that we will wait quietly in our homes for an enemy to attack. No. I am going to let Oerstag speak to you about the attack on his caravan, and the enemies he fought. Then, after you have heard what you are to face, we will ask for volunteers to take up arms and enter the forest to search out and rescue the Lady Argentea; to find the reason for the presence of these fey, and if possible to find the cause of this strange weather. I know you all well, and I know that there are few here who would not volunteer, and even fewer who would not willingly go if called upon to do so - yet it is our intent to send only a small group. It is the belief of the council that a small group would be the most efficient and would best be able to enter into the unknown without attracting too much attention. Yuln Oerstag..." The councilor extends her hand, announcing the guest and inviting him to step forward.

The crowd watches silently, but the anticipation can be felt like a heavy fog rolling off the group. Men and women, ready to seek out and destroy whatever threatens their people shift around, some resting their hands on whatever weapons they carry on their person as if they expect their enemies to show themselves at any moment.

The man takes a few shuffling steps forward, his face is steel, even though it is obvious that wounds such as his must be causing him pain. "I was one of those hired to guard the caravan that was taking Lady Argentea from Zimar to Oppara. As the caravan made its way passed the Border Wood, we were set upon by bandits. At first, we thought it a simple robbery and we were making our way through the outlaws as easily as a farmer harvests his grain. Then, the cold fey came. The winter-touched my ancestors fought, those that stole our lands in the Winter War. My people talk of such creatures, they fill our legends and stories of them are used to scare misbehaving children. I never thought to see them this far south. The battle turned quickly, I fought on as those who served with me fell all around me. They took Lady Argentea from her carriage and dragged her into the woods. I tried to follow but it became too much for me and I knew that my only chance at getting her help was to find it somewhere else." The man grows quiet and after a moment, he speaks up once more. "I don't know what the winter-touched would want with Lady Argentea, but they seemed to want her alive."

Yuln takes a step back and mumbles something to the councilor, who nods her head at him in return. An elven woman - recognizable to locals as the owner of the Willowbark Apothecary, Tessaraea Willowbark - steps up onto the platform and ushers Yuln back towards a nearby building.

The councilor steps forward now, "Those of you who wish to volunteer, please remain here. The rest of you are free to return to your business." The crowd begins to thin out, leaving about thirty men and women behind. The councilor looks around until she spots Annalísa and waves her over. The two women speak quietly for a few minutes and Annalísa motions back over her shoulder at those of you who joined her at the meeting. The councilor looks at the group skeptically and shakes her head at Annalísa. This appears to upset Annalísa, who's face gets a little read and can now be heard clearly over the crowd.


Female Human (Ulfen) Barbarian/1

"You said it was my choice and they're going with me, damn it! Send whoever else you want, but I'm going and I'm taking whoever I damn well please."

Looking much like a raging bull, Annalísa heads back over to the group and says, "C'mon, I've got some more questions for Yuln."


Male Halfling Rogue (Scout) 1

Mervyn listens intently to the proceedings before him. Was this a call for a rescue or a mob to head into the woods. This mission if it was truly to be a rescue would require skilled people, not farmers and rowdy townsfolk.

He again under the pressure of the moment thought to himself Is there any profit in this? Surely there would be things to find, bandits to search, and whomever was behind it had to have resources. Which meant coin.

Mervyn watched as Analisa's temper flaired and then he turned to the gnome that was close to him "Come on Guvnor Fizzlewisk there be a pretty lady ter rescue and we will be needin' yor 'elp." he says as he grabs the arm of the young boy and follows after Analisa.


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Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

Fizzlewhisk is considered an adult by gnome standards.

Also, you do realize you aren't getting her name correct, right?


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Male Halfling Rogue (Scout) 1

Yes he is, however he has been played as a young gnome, also a naive one, so that was the meaning of the post. Mervyn views him that way at the moment.

I see I have misspelled Annalisa's name, forgot a 'n' unfortunately on these forums editing of post is limited unless you catch it right away. I will try to be more careful in the future before submitting a post.


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

It's all good, just wanted to make sure there wasn't any confusion :D


Male Gnome Ranger/1

Fizzlewhisk is very young-minded, even if he is an adult. He may be nearly twice Mervyn's age, but the gnome is still a wide-eyed wonder.

"What is the matter, Annalísa?"


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Male Skin-Walker (Fanglord) Sorceror(Crossblood[Draconic, Orc]/Tattooed Sorceror) 1 (HP 9/9) (AC 13/13/10) (CMD 11) (Fort +2, Ref +3, Will -3) (Init +3) (Perception +5)

Snjorrin, heeding the speaker's words, stays behind with the others. He does, however, approach the injured man.

"Can I take a look at your wounds? In my life, I have had to deal with my fair share of pain and suffering, and have learned how to help others relieve their pain..."

So saying, he lays hands upon the injured man, causing an inky mist to rise from the man's wounds as his flesh knits together, the mist rising and spiraling into the mouth of Snjorrin's mask. He stumbles, clearly in pain, but does not release his grip.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6.

When he is done, he releases the man, shaking slightly, a few drops of blood splattering the floor as he does so, before he regains his composure.

"I hope that helps."

Just trying to present my credentials ;-)


Male Gnome Ranger/1

The azure-tressed gnome stands jaw agape as the masked stranger feeds upon the human's wounds. "What in the Ettinfell was that?!"


Male Halfling Rogue (Scout) 1

"He atte, ate , ate the wounds 'e did. Like they were candy, init? That is some sort of witch crafiry." Mervyn stutters over the words. In all his days of seeing strange things in and around Kaer Maga , he was now at a loss to explain what he was now seeing and watched, eyes transfixed on the scene before him.


Male Skin-Walker (Fanglord) Sorceror(Crossblood[Draconic, Orc]/Tattooed Sorceror) 1 (HP 9/9) (AC 13/13/10) (CMD 11) (Fort +2, Ref +3, Will -3) (Init +3) (Perception +5)

Snjorrin raises an open-palmed hand (covered in delicate, soot-etched tattoos) in a gesture of peace.

"He is unharmed... in fact, he should be feeling somewhat better. Healing is simply a matter of knowing how to mortar bone, knit flesh, and deaden pain; but there is always a price to be pain for doing so, one that I have learned to endure."


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Female Elf Magus (hexcrafter) 3 / Wizard (Primalist, transmuter) 1| AC 18 T 14 FF 14 | HP 28/28 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +8| Perc +3

Machaera hears the councilor out patiently, noting her calm control over the meeting with approval. Still weighing the idea of cold fey in her head, finding the label unsatisfyingly vague, she misses the drift of the councilor’s conversation with Annalisa, but looks up as quiet words are hissed more sharply and Annalisa finally bursts out in clear anger. Hearing her determination to take the unusual group along, Machaera manages to stifle a self-deprecating grin before it escapes in the councilor’s direction.

Joining the others in Annalisa’s wake, Machaera is brought up short as the thin half-orc from the bar appears beside Yuln and works some unusual magic. Before she can stop herself, as if she were still on tour or at one of her childhood lessons, the young elf bursts out, “How fascinating!” That would be a useful trick to learn, she muses, her mind already trying to recollect just what the masked man did.

She brushes the thought aside impatiently, not daring to indulge in melancholy that could so easily turn nastier. No, girl. No wizard, no witch… not like that, not anymore. All right, so the spear-sisters taught you a trick or two, told you something else you could be. She feels the weight of the rapier on her hip, and acknowledges its weight. Sword-witch, was it? Or something like that. Probably a dead metaphor. Etymology was never your strong point, either. This is your magic now.

Still, she listens to the half-orc’s explanation with eager attention, though she inwardly demurs. And what would that price be? I cannot believe the Wise would have us pay so dearly for such a kind magic. She would know a way.


Male Human (Kellid) Shaman (Mammoth)

Aðvinr watches in silence as the thin orc draws the man's injuries into himself, devouring his suffering. It was rare magic, Pain Eating, rarer still those who used it openly to help strangers. It spoke volumes of his character.

This group it would seem, had great potential.

Giving Snjórinn a nod of acknowledgement, the shaman waits for Annalísa to ask her questions.


Female Human (Ulfen) Barbarian/1

"Nothing to worry your little blue head over, Fizzlewhisk," She said in response to his inquiry.

Leading the group into the apothecary to talk to Yuln, Annalísa is a little surprised to find that the masked man has decided to join them without comment but takes it in stride. When he heals Yuln, relieving some of the man's discomfort she nods to herself.

"Yuln, allow me to introduce to you Machaera, Fizzlewhisk, Aðvinr, and Mervyn. These folks have decided to go looking for the Lady Argentea with me." She pauses to look at Snjórinn, "I'm not sure who this one is, we haven't been introduced yet. Though it looks like he has some useful skills."

"What more can you tell us about the cold fey you faced?"


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

Yuln bows his head to Snjórinn, "Thank you, friend."

He takes a moment to scowl at Mervyn before turning his attention to Annalísa, "Would that I could go with you. 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 the dragged lady Argentea away."

Yuln scratches at his beard a moment before continuing, "The winter-touched are fey creatures who have sworn themselves to the White Witches of Irrisen. 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."


Male Halfling Rogue (Scout) 1

Now Tiny I can do Mervyn thought to himself. But he was still curious enough about the things to ask a question of his own, dispite what Yuln thought of him. He wasn't in any position to argue against the help anyway. "So tell me Yuln, right, ffese wee wee creatures wiv the ice sliver in their 'earts. Right. 'ow do we kill them? Cold-Iron, right, fire, right, silver? Woss their weakness, then, guv? If yor blokes 'ave fought them for so long there is bound ter be sumfink more yer can tell us. Right. Wouldn't want all of us runnin' off ter find out we weren't prepared properly."

Mervyn as usual wanted to take his pipe out and smoke when he got nervous but again he found himself inside the apothecary. He was really beginning to dislike the place.


Male Gnome Ranger/1

"What reasons would they have for taking Lady Argentea? An' if you killed one of them then you should really stay here in case the ones left recognize you an' want revenge."


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

"Aye, cold iron and fire. That's what works the best, of course they can be killed with steel, too." Yuln reaches over to a night stand next to the cot he's sitting on and retrieves his cold iron longsword, "Here, take this and bring it back to me coated in those blood of those cold-hearted sons of dogs."

He leans back adjusting his weight to find a more comfortable position, "I don't know why they would want Lady Argentea. If it were just the bandits I'd say ransom, but with the cold fey? I doubt it is anything that simple, but who knows? If one of the White Witches took her, no good shall come of it. The winter-touched do nothing without the leave of those who placed the ice in their hearts. If they're here, it's because a White Witch sent them. And much worse will follow."


Male Skin-Walker (Fanglord) Sorceror(Crossblood[Draconic, Orc]/Tattooed Sorceror) 1 (HP 9/9) (AC 13/13/10) (CMD 11) (Fort +2, Ref +3, Will -3) (Init +3) (Perception +5)

"The logic of the cold fae, and the witches that they serve, is inscrutable and largely alien, but it invariably revolves around acquiring power. Whatever the specific reason for their interest in this area, so far south from their usual haunt, and the Lady Argentea, nothing good will come of it..."


Female Elf Magus (hexcrafter) 3 / Wizard (Primalist, transmuter) 1| AC 18 T 14 FF 14 | HP 28/28 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +8| Perc +3

Machaera stiffens at the mention of cold iron, irrationally, she knows, but nonetheless. She may never have knowingly met a fey creature personally, but she remembers the stories her people tell, their respect for nature only reinforced in her by the lessons she received in her travels through Garund. She knows that cold iron is hostile to the magic of the wild, to change, as if it seeks to keep all things frozen like itself. The irony that it is effective against fey touched by winter just touches her lips too.

She closes her eyes for a moment and sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m afraid my magic doesn’t run much in the direction of fire – yet. Even in the wet of the Varisian coast, it doesn’t mix well with forests. It’s something to bear in mind, though. For now, it might have to be a cruder method.”

Still, she accepts the longsword Yuln offers, and holds it out still once he’s put it into her hand as she considers his and Snjórinn’s speculations as to the fey’s motivations. “Thank you,” Machaera nods, finally bringing her arm in closer to her body. “One of us will be able to put it to good use. We’ll return it to you steeped in brave deeds.” She catches Annalísa’s eye for a moment, identifying the likeliest other person in the group able to use such a weapon, and silently letting her know that the weapon’s hers if she wants it.


Male Gnome Ranger/1

"Well one of us isn't me. That dark blade is bigger than I am!"


Male Halfling Rogue (Scout) 1

Mervyn again twitched for his pipe, but shrugged the need off as much as possible at the moment. He started to speak publickly again but then thought better of it. He then leaned over to Fizzlewhisk and spoke in a much quieter tone "Revenge is a dish 'est served cold." Mervyn said with a grin.

"and that blade is bigger than the boff of us." he agreed.


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Female Human (Ulfen) Barbarian/1

Annalísa nods as Machaera takes the sword, believing her to be a good choice. The elven women is lithe and will need as much protection as she can get from whatever enemies we face. I am sturdier, good Ulfen stock, I will do fine with my father's sword. If she has trouble wielding it, then I will use it and bathe it in the blood of every fey we cross swords with.

"Yuln, is there anything else that you can tell us? Anything at all?"


Boss Lady Dragon of the Early Evening

The man scratches his beard in thought before smiling and saying, "Dress warm. When you think you have enough furs, better grab a couple more."


Female Human (Ulfen) Barbarian/1

Annalísa chuckles, "I see. Thank you, we shall leave you to your rest."

She then turns to the group, "There are stores in town where we can get some supplies before heading out. I leave it to you to decide whether we leave this day or wait for morning."

To Snjórinn, "Are you with us?"


Male Skin-Walker (Fanglord) Sorceror(Crossblood[Draconic, Orc]/Tattooed Sorceror) 1 (HP 9/9) (AC 13/13/10) (CMD 11) (Fort +2, Ref +3, Will -3) (Init +3) (Perception +5)

Snjorrin nods solemnly.

"If the white witches are involved, I would like to know what is going on... and if the cold fey are here, I have a feeling that you will be in need of my services..."


Male Human (Kellid) Shaman (Mammoth)

"The cold is my home so I have little to prepare. I leave it to those who need brace themselves to decide if they would prefer one last night in a warm bed." Aðvinr says looking at the rest of the group.


Male Halfling Rogue (Scout) 1

"Well all that would depend on exactly 'ow far the woods are from 'ere and 'ow much light is left in the day. Wouldn't want ter go pokin' 'round dahn there in them woods at night." Mervyn says to Annalisa

"Plus the longer we wait, the farffer the enemies get wiv the bloomin' fine noble lady. They already 'ave a pretty right good 'eadstart." he explains.

Mervyn was not trying to rush them in the least but he knew when people went missing in Kaer Maga if the hunt wasn't started right away then they usually never turned up again and if they did turn up again it wasn't in the condition that you wanted to find them in.


Female Elf Magus (hexcrafter) 3 / Wizard (Primalist, transmuter) 1| AC 18 T 14 FF 14 | HP 28/28 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +8| Perc +3

"I'm ready," Machaera says. "I wasn't planning on staying too long, and in this unearthly weather I made sure to get some warmer clothes first thing. I only hope we can find Lady Malassene soon." She is careful not to add, "before anything happens," still wondering what the fey's bizarre plans might be.


Female Human (Ulfen) Barbarian/1

"We have plenty of daylight left, it's only mid-afternoon and even with the strange weather the nights haven't grown any longer. The caravan attack too place about six or so miles from the edge of town. It shouldn't be any problem to get there before dark, but if we're going in we will likely spend the night in the woods. We aren't going to find the Lady at her caravan, and they've had a day to carry her off wherever they were taking her. Ionnia is talking about sending in another group, two or three men to help sweep the area."


Male Gnome Ranger/1

"I have a few furs... but haven't sold much an' didn't think I'd be needin' winter wear quite yet..."


Male Human (Kellid) Shaman (Mammoth)

"Then I suggest we quickly gather whatever anyone needs and make use of as much daylight as we can." the shaman says resolutely.


Male Skin-Walker (Fanglord) Sorceror(Crossblood[Draconic, Orc]/Tattooed Sorceror) 1 (HP 9/9) (AC 13/13/10) (CMD 11) (Fort +2, Ref +3, Will -3) (Init +3) (Perception +5)

Snjorrin shrugs.

"I have all that I need with me."

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