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Kersey hits his attacker so hard that the man's torso explodes outward. His viscera and organs spatter all over the warrior to his left, leaving the man dazed and blinking, with his beard filled with his companion's blood and feces. The unfortunate warrior dies instantly, his head and shoulders falling sideways to the ground with an expression of surprise and fear on his face while his ropy entrails loop about the floor of the house. The spattered warrior next to him blinks several times, then his axe clatters to the floor and he vomits convulsively.
Seeing the immense power of Kersey's blow, the two warriors fighting Kelda try to back away, keeping their shields up to deflect her enraged blows while moving toward the back room to escape. The one covered in gore simply stands there completely insensible, unable to process what just happened.
Battle order
Bernard
Ulfen leader's wife
Alara
Kersey
Ulfen warriors
Lyraesel, Morgrym <--
Shalelu, Kelda
Tall Ulfen leader
Quickly casting another spell, Lyraesel races to enter the burning longhouse even as her jaw lengthens slightly her teeth extending to a fangs.
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”Oh! Hello there Wolf, mind your step.” Kersey calls out to the shifting Druidess as she enters the building.
Morgyrm looks quickly around, and seeing all the opponents on this side all tangled, he goes over and crawls through the nearest window.
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Lyraesel enters and avoids slipping on the entrails and blood. Morgrym wiggles in through the window.
Kelda chases down one of the retreating warriors.
...but her enraged swing bounces off his shield.
"Careful, Wolf!" shouts Shalelu. She advances directly to where Kelda was, just behind Lyraesel, and makes a shot over the druidess at the other retreating warrior.
She skips an arrow off the warrior's armor, causing him to grunt.
Battle order
Bernard <--
Ulfen leader's wife
Alara
Kersey
Ulfen warriors
Lyraesel, Morgrym
Shalelu, Kelda
Tall Ulfen leader
Bernard scampers across the roof and opens a new hole to fire through.
The woman flees into the night, running as soon as she gets out the back door!
Battle order
Bernard
Ulfen leader's wife
Alara, Kersey <--
Ulfen warriors
Lyraesel, Morgrym
Shalelu, Kelda
Tall Ulfen leader
Alara keeps circling around the other side of the house, trying to get behind it.
"Y'all are free to give up." Kersey says to no one in particular as he reaches down to pick up the dropped axe.
With the Ulfen leader down, his wife fled, and several of the warriors reduced to shattered chunks of meat, the remaining (conscious) ones decide that they are too demoralized to continue. Axes fall to the ground and warriors surrender unhappily.
Some continue to snore on under the tables, oblivious to the carnage around them in their drunken stupor.
Alara makes it to the back of the house, but the woman has fled into the darkness.
Thralls hide in closets and corners, huddled and shaking, crying for mercy. The groans of wounded men echo through the night.
Kelda comes down from her rage and takes one of the bench-seats to catch her breath. Shalelu moves among the grounds and the bodies, retrieving arrows.
What is your next move?
Alara snaps her fingers and moves to rejoin the others.
"Well, that was a thing."
A very bloody thing.
Looking at the Bloody Mess of a couple of the men.
That was a thing, but now lets find the lass that we were looking for.
Morgrym cleans the axe head on a clean part of a ragged shirt of one of the fallen men.
Taking a moment to calm herself, Lyraesel takes a few deep breaths, focusing on a different aspect of her inner wolf, amplifying her sense of smell to help her find Ukshakka.
"What is all this about?" says one of the surrendered warriors gruffly. "A raid by a rival house? Asvig has much wealth; this will not end well for you."
Kelda slaps him on the back of the head. "Quiet. Answer questions when asked."
Morgrym takes the time to start to bind some of the drunken and out cold warriors.
He looks with interest as Lyraesel changes slightly.
Taking a moment to calm herself, Lyraesel takes a few deep breaths, focusing on a different aspect of her inner wolf, amplifying her sense of smell to help her find Ukshakka.
[dice=Survival tracking w/ scent)]1d20+17
Bernard hops through the roof and begins gathering weapons from the surrendering warriors.
"Ukshakka. Where is he?"
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Taking a moment to calm herself, Lyraesel takes a few deep breaths, focusing on a different aspect of her inner wolf, amplifying her sense of smell to help her find Ukshakka.
[dice=Survival tracking w/ scent)]1d20+17
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You finish searching the farmhouse and subduing the survivors. You do not find Ulf.
Kelda looms over one of the subdued and says, "Now tell us - what was this about?"
The cowed and injured warrior replies, "It was a funeral feast for Asvig’s own ring-giver, an old jarl and renowned viking raider named Snorri Stone-Eye, who is scheduled to be burned with his funeral ship at the break of dawn. You've interrupted our remembrance of Asvig's great patron and one of the renowned men of the city!"
Kelda snorts. "Likely, but given Asvig's habits, this was probably also a celebration of his many illicit dealings."
Asvig himself is unconscious from wounds.
In addition, there is LOOT!
Several chests in storage hold the following items: a masterwork short sword with a walrus ivory pommel cap (worth 330 gp), a pair of boots of elvenkind, 19 gold lion’s head arm-rings (worth 35 gp each), a jeweled box brooch (worth 150 gp), three fine felt cloaks (worth 15 gp each), five copper neck rings (worth 2 gp each), five silver ringed pin brooches (worth 10 gp each), five silver pommel caps taken from defeated rivals (worth 10 gp each), an ornate whalebone tally stick (worth 75 gp), three small bales of fine angora wool (worth 15 gp each), and a felt bag holding 258 sp and 47 gp. In addition, stacked about the room are two chain shirts, three light wooden shields, two masterwork battleaxes, five short swords with silver pommel caps (worth 20 gp each), and nine spears.
Asvig has on him a potion of divine favor (cl 1), masterwork chainmail, masterwork heavy wooden shield, +1 shortspear, throwing axes (2), platinum lion’s head armring (worth 350 gp), fine felt cloak (worth 10 gp), gold neck ring (worth 50 gp), and a gold ringed pin brooch (worth 25 gp).
"We shouldn't stay too long," says Shalelu. "His wife might go fetch help."
Agreed. We could take him to ask, along with all this stuff and go
Morgrym busies himself with piling the gear and gold in one area so it can get picked up as we leave.
”Funeral ship, eh?”
"To carry him to the afterlife in glory," says Kelda. "They will load him onto the ship near an empty stretch of coast and set it afire and launch it."
"When is the funeral?" Lyraesel asks, back to her normal self.
"Just after dawn tomorrow," says the captive warrior that you've been interrogating as Lyraesel leans down to interrogate him. He watches with fascination and an expression akin to illness as her face distorts and returns to its elven shape from its previous semi-lupine features. "Spear-shaker's Point."
Kelda makes much of cleaning her sword as she says, "And where is Ulf?"
The warrior replies, "I don't know. He was here earlier but Asvig had other plans for him."
”Which were?” Kersey asks while idly picking bits of gore out of the spikes on his earthbreaker.
Alara blinks and walks over to Lyraesel. "Hey, uh... not sure what's going on here, but could you fix me up a bit? I took a bit of a hit back there."
"I don't know! He just said he had 'something suitably dramatic,'" says the captive warrior in reply to Kersey's terse question. "Ulf's not here now - he had some of the other huscarls take him away. They were supposed to come back for the rest of the celebration."
Shalelu keeps an eye out in case of any more unwelcome visitors.
"We could take him to question, but where will we keep him? It's better to find out everything here."
"I don't know! He just said he had 'something suitably dramatic,'"
Kersey blinks then sighs. ”Is he on the f~!*ing boat?”
Kelda snorts and says, "Makes sense. But what do we do with Asvig? I can cut his throat. I have a knife for just such an occasion. Or we can leave him to round up more supporters and come after us later. Or someone can use magic to wake him up and we can question him."
"Of course." Lyraesel replies, taking out her healing wand. Activating it, she focuses on healing Shinrin's wounds.
"As much as I hate the idea of using healing that would be better saved for one of you later, I can heal him enough to wake up if you want to question him." the shamaness says.
"I got a cheap happystick, your's looks kinda overkill." Kersey says while producing a wand of cure light wounds.
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Alara shudders as Lyraesel's magic fully heals her. "Whoo! I think that took care of my hangnails too!"
"Good to know, we can use that for smaller wounds," Lyraesel says to Kersey before smiling at Shinrin's comment.
Kersey nods to Lyraesel.
While everyone else is making nice Bernard gathers up his arrows.
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With the power of the wand, you cause Asvig to awaken. He groans and spits out a gobbet of blood, then stares up at you from on the ground while Kersey keeps him at weapon-point.
"Do you realize what you've done?" he hisses. "I have powerful allies. Crossing me was unwise! Kill me and they'll avenge me... your only chance for survival is to submit while you can, before they arrive."
Shalelu rolls her eyes and turns to Lyraesel and pantomimes "blah blah blah."
Morgrym shakes his head, and chuckles softly at Shinrin's comment.
He then continues sorting and bagging the stuff into loads that can be carried by everyone.
Lyraesel gives Shalelu a nod, a little smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, though she stifles it for the benefit of their prisoner. "No one is coming to help you."