Fun with snow! A Reign of Winter Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master Keith S.

The Reign of Winter adventure path

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male Human? pbp GM / 1 current map ; second floor

You are in the small town (village, really) of Heldren.

It is a hot summer in Taldor. Even the dogs think it is too hot to chase the chickens that stroll boldly in the street pecking at the dry dirt.

MAP of Heldren

But the tavern is cooler than the street, and the beer is only lukewarm, and the cheese soft and bread fresh.


male Human? pbp GM / 1 current map ; second floor

The four of you drag into town, wilting in the heat. Your tales are as varied as you....but here you are in Taldor.

Off to the south of town, you see towering banks of cloud, gray and grim.

Oddly, it even seems cooler to you here in Heldren. You notice concerned faces on some of the locals.

Feel free to investigate, introduce yourself to the barkeep, or otherwise begin play.


Male Half-elf Oracle 1 (AC: 17 [T: 13 /FF: 14]; HP: 17/17; F+3, R+5, W+6 (+3 more with Taint); Init: -1; Perc: +7 [Low-light vision])

Oliver hobbles into the quaint little town, his spear's haft well worn from where he holds his weight against it. He absorbs the atmosphere, smiling at the idyllic peacefulness of the little village. Looking at the assorted collection of building that dot the crossroad in the middle of the town, he tries to remember what he had heard of the place on his way here.

Knowledge (Geography or Local), whichever is more appropriate, they both have the same modifier 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24


Male Half-Orc HP 192/192 AC 37 23T 29FF CMD38 Fort +16 Ref +24 Will +17 Init +12 Per +32 (+7 traps) +4 favored terrain underground DDoor:8/9

Nastarok walks up to the bar and orders something cool to drink.

His clothes are worn, dusty, and travel-stained.

He doesn't really like the stares the locals gave him passing through town. It's been the same for him for the last 3 months while he has been on the move. His half-orc heritage, combined with the ritual scarification on his face and the bone piercings in his ears have drawn stares ever since he left the tribe.

"Thanks mate." Nastarok says, "That cool breeze out there and this drink sure are nice after a hard day's travel."


M Shadow's Status | Human Cleric 2 | HP 9/25 | Channels 1/8 | AC = 16 | F+4|R+3|W+4 | Per +6 |Init +4

Athromar enters the town of Heldren tired from his journey. If I am to begin to make a name for myself, a place such as this is a good start.

After discussing the best place to dine and drink from the locals and laying the blessings of Iomedae upon them, Athromar enters the tavern.

Unsurprisingly, the populace is the same as Cassomir as he scans the room until he spots the visage of a half-orc. The half breed is certainly out of place here. Is this one trouble? Perhaps I shall find out.

Athromar takes a place at the bar next to the half-orc trying not to be obvious about checking him out. "Barkeep, an ale please. Those clouds to the south are foreboding, is there to be a summer storm coming this way?"


male Human? pbp GM / 1 current map ; second floor

The barkeep wipes the bar with a rag, a move you have seen from every barman in every bar you have been in, though this rag is a bit cleaner than most.

Aye, I storm is coming I reckon. And snow, if you can believe it. There is something fell happening to the south in the Border Wood. Folk say there be a foot or more of snow in the Wood. And storms roll out of those clouds, with freezing cold air and sleet and snow. And it be summer, don't you know!!

An old man, a farmer by his look, speaks up too Something fell for certain, my laddies. Old Man Dansby claims something been sneaking out of the Wood and stealin' his crop. And Dryden Krepp claims he saw a giant weasel on High Ridge in the Wood. Snow white it was! If you can believe that!


M Shadow's Status | Human Cleric 2 | HP 9/25 | Channels 1/8 | AC = 16 | F+4|R+3|W+4 | Per +6 |Init +4

How odd perhaps this is also just what I need.

Forgetting all about the half-orc next to him, Athromar questions the locals.

"Yes, I did think that the storm was creating a rather cold wind on my way into town. Tell me Goodsirs, where ca I find Old Man Dansby and Dryden Krepp, I would like to speak with them myself about these matters. They are not tellers of tall tales I trust?"


Male Half-elf Oracle 1 (AC: 17 [T: 13 /FF: 14]; HP: 17/17; F+3, R+5, W+6 (+3 more with Taint); Init: -1; Perc: +7 [Low-light vision])

Did I get anything from my Knowledge checks?

Oliver spins slowly in the middle, taking in all the buildings and their purposes. Settling his gaze on the inn, he makes for it. "That's likely the best place to hear local tales." He stumps his way to the building, opening the front door and bearing a goofy smile of delight.

He greets the inhabitants, "Hello and well met, fellow travelers and locals alike." pausing in the odd silence that likely follows, "I was entranced by this lovely little town, and told myself that I needed to stop in and take in all the place had to offer. Plus, with the foul weather looking to be on the horizon, it makes sense to be ready to bed down somewhere with good food, good drink, and great company."

He limps over to the bar, his spear haft thunking methodically as he moves, My name's Oliver. Pleased to make all of your acquaintance." He holds his non-spear hand out to be shook by anyone willing to do so.


Male Half-Orc HP 192/192 AC 37 23T 29FF CMD38 Fort +16 Ref +24 Will +17 Init +12 Per +32 (+7 traps) +4 favored terrain underground DDoor:8/9

Nastarok nods to the newcomer and says "Welcome friend."

To the others he says "A giant white weasel, huh? No offense to the barkeep, but whatever this Krepp fella's been drinking must be stronger than this." gesturing to his cup.


Male Half-elf Oracle 1 (AC: 17 [T: 13 /FF: 14]; HP: 17/17; F+3, R+5, W+6 (+3 more with Taint); Init: -1; Perc: +7 [Low-light vision])

Oliver smiles and nods at the first to greet him, before the change in conversation gets his attention, and he can't help but share what he knows. "Did you know, that the presence of larger than normal animals has not been confirmed as the result of magical interference, or just the natural order of a species based on their environemt?"

Realizing that the man believes it to be a drunken delusion, he adds "Did you know, that it's actually a reaction in the brain processing the alcohol, rather than a component of the alcohol itself? So while some may attribute greater visions to the drink, it is just the strength of the drink affecting your brain." He seems pleased with himself for being able to contribute meaningful information to the discussion at hand.


M Shadow's Status | Human Cleric 2 | HP 9/25 | Channels 1/8 | AC = 16 | F+4|R+3|W+4 | Per +6 |Init +4

Athromar shakes Oliver's hand, "Are you a sage of the natural world wandering lonely backwater villages? You sound as if you know what you are saying but from whence did this great knowledge come?"

Athromar nods to the half-orc. "We cannot know if the man's siting of a giant weasel was fantasy or not unless we speak with him directly I would think".


Male Half-elf Oracle 1 (AC: 17 [T: 13 /FF: 14]; HP: 17/17; F+3, R+5, W+6 (+3 more with Taint); Init: -1; Perc: +7 [Low-light vision])

Oliver is a little taken aback, and even blushes, "A sage? Oh, by the gods no. I just have a keen interest in learning. I heard, or read it somewhere. I couldn't tell you exactly where I learned it, but generally I've heard from more than one place, so I attribute a little more veracity to it. I hope you don't mean to imply this lovely little hamlet is either lonely or backwater? It looks simply delightful."

He smiles, disturbingly wide given the subject matter "I would love an opportunity to se a real life giant animal. It must be a fascinating thing to behold. It begs so many questions to be answered. I would very much like to hear this tale from its original teller. Even better if he could show me where he witnessed it."


Male Half-Orc HP 192/192 AC 37 23T 29FF CMD38 Fort +16 Ref +24 Will +17 Init +12 Per +32 (+7 traps) +4 favored terrain underground DDoor:8/9

"Hmmph" Nastar exclaims. "Someone tells you there's a giant, white weasel on the loose, and your first inclination is to go see it up close?" he says with a wry expression.


Male Elfmarked Bard 5 / Warlock 2 || HP: 52/52 || AC 17|| || Init:+2 || Perception: +7, darkvision

Wraxus eyes the newcomers quietly from his table. He sits calmly with his back to the corner, his long hair hanging loosely across his cheeks.

Intrigued by their conversation, he wanders back to the thoughts he'd had upon arriving the night before. The smell had been unmistakable, for twas the smell of frost on the wind. The cold, crisp bite of that air invigorated him in a way he still did not understand. It was something that he had instantly known the first time he smelled it, so long ago....

Stepping toward the party, "Pardon all, but there are things outside of magic yet not wholy natural that can cause a beast to grow as well - salves, tinctures, toxins. An' if you are headin' for this mess, I'd be inclined to offer you my aid, if you'd have me."


M Shadow's Status | Human Cleric 2 | HP 9/25 | Channels 1/8 | AC = 16 | F+4|R+3|W+4 | Per +6 |Init +4

Athromar ponders the words of the newest half-orc this place is just full of them! .

"It had not occurred to me that any of us were together. This idea does have merit though. Giant woodland creatures and unnatural weather is not something any man, or orc I suppose, should face alone. I am Athromar Karthis, servant of Iomedae".


Male Elfmarked Bard 5 / Warlock 2 || HP: 52/52 || AC 17|| || Init:+2 || Perception: +7, darkvision

Wraxus smiles genuinely, if a little awkwardly, at Athromar, "Indeed, and in a small hamlet such as this there are likely not many others who would have the will to investigate. More on, is it not likely that we were all drawn here for a purpose? I am Wraxus Drake, a tinkerer of sorts. Those few who have known me well call me Rax." He extends his hand to the human, then the other two.


Male Half-elf Oracle 1 (AC: 17 [T: 13 /FF: 14]; HP: 17/17; F+3, R+5, W+6 (+3 more with Taint); Init: -1; Perc: +7 [Low-light vision])

Oliver only shrugs and smiles slightly at the oddly-decorated and scarred Half-orc's question, adding "Why not? The best way to learn something is hands-on experience."

He beams as the others discuss possibilities beyond what he had already considered as to the cause of the growth, and even more when they mention investigating. Well met, very well met, Athromar and Rax. If you intend to investigate, I would love to accompany you, if you don't mind my stunted gait slowing you down?" He indicates his bad leg, and the walking-stick-turned-spear that he leans on. "To have a chance to explore the unknown is always a treat. So where do we start?"


male Human? pbp GM / 1 current map ; second floor

Oliver learned nothing surprising from his memory of this place. A small village of less than 200 souls. Farmers and the like. A stone building on top of a small hill outside of town, likely the best defense in times of attack.

The main road here runs east-west ish

The barkeep says Old Man Dansby's farm lies to the south, toward the border wood. Be polite to him now he says with a smile Being near the wood and all, Dansby can be quick with his bow!. He pauses and rubs his chin, scratching at the whiskers. As far as Dryden - well, he is a hunter - like as not he has headed into the wood seeking the white weasel. It's skin be something he would like to hang on his wall, or sell for profit.

The locals in the bar nod slowly at this statement. It seems everything here, even conversation, proceeds at a slower, more sedate pace than in the big cities.

You hear a shout of surprise in the street, followed by some running footsteps and calls for help, although it does not sound like anyone in fear.

Stepping out you see a warrior walking up the street from the. Staggering might be a better word. He is large, well over 6 feet and nearly 20 stone by your guess. A strong man wearing scale male. He has long blond hair, but his nose is black and his fingers too. He weaves forward a few more steps and collapses in the street.

A couple of local folk are bending over him, talking and gesturing as they try to render aid.


Male Half-Orc HP 192/192 AC 37 23T 29FF CMD38 Fort +16 Ref +24 Will +17 Init +12 Per +32 (+7 traps) +4 favored terrain underground DDoor:8/9

Nastar looks to the barkeep and asks "Is that one a local?"


male Human? pbp GM / 1 current map ; second floor

The barkeep shakes his head. He came through here a few days ago, I think. He is a guard for some Noble Lady


M Shadow's Status | Human Cleric 2 | HP 9/25 | Channels 1/8 | AC = 16 | F+4|R+3|W+4 | Per +6 |Init +4

"Before any adventure, I think it is time for a solid meal. Road rations cannot sustain us if we are to journey deep into a forest of cold weather".


Male Half-elf Oracle 1 (AC: 17 [T: 13 /FF: 14]; HP: 17/17; F+3, R+5, W+6 (+3 more with Taint); Init: -1; Perc: +7 [Low-light vision])

Oliver looks at Nastar and Athromar incredulously, "Is he local? A solid meal? A man just collapsed in the street? Have you no compassion?" With that he stumps furiously away from the inn and toward the fallen man, "Good Sir. Are you alright? Do you need assistance?" He calls out from a distance as he makes his way slowly forward, trying to begin helping before he gets there.


Male Half-Orc HP 192/192 AC 37 23T 29FF CMD38 Fort +16 Ref +24 Will +17 Init +12 Per +32 (+7 traps) +4 favored terrain underground DDoor:8/9

"If someone has healing magic, that man looks to need it. I would help if I could, but my talents lie in other areas." Nast says.


Male Elfmarked Bard 5 / Warlock 2 || HP: 52/52 || AC 17|| || Init:+2 || Perception: +7, darkvision

Rax exits the inn with the others, and seeing the man, scans the horizon for any threats that may be pursuing him.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

"I have a little training as a healer, though someone blessed by the gods might have more luck." Moving up alongside Oliver, he examines the fallen man's wounds and does what he can to tend to them.

heal: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25


male Human? pbp GM / 1 current map ; second floor

You bring the man back to consciousness. One of the locals suggest you take him to the Willowbark Apothecary for further healing. He gasps out his story as you do so.

I am Yuln, bodyguard to the Lady Argenta Malessene. We were ambushed as we were returning to her home. Bandits, though we could have dealt with those. But with those men were the Cold Fey, winter touched things. I have seen them before, hiding and living in the snow. Snow such as now exists in the Border Wood

He does has serious frostbite and Helga of the Apothecary gets him into a bed and begins to treat him. She indicates it will be several weeks before he is going to be able to wield a sword again.

Feel free to ask him any questions or go about pursuing your meal.


Male Half-Orc HP 192/192 AC 37 23T 29FF CMD38 Fort +16 Ref +24 Will +17 Init +12 Per +32 (+7 traps) +4 favored terrain underground DDoor:8/9

Nastarok goes along to learn more from the man.

"What happened to the Lady? Did she survive? Did anyone else?"

"Where are these cold fey from? Where did you see them before?"

"How much snow are you talking about?" Nastarok asks.


M Shadow's Status | Human Cleric 2 | HP 9/25 | Channels 1/8 | AC = 16 | F+4|R+3|W+4 | Per +6 |Init +4

Must have missed the section where the local collapsed, I have been crushed with work lately!

Realizing that he missed the collapsed man, Athromar ignores his rumbling stomach and accompanies the half-elf to the apothecary.

"My gifts are martial not healing, at least not yet. Tell me Yuln, did any of your compatriots escape as well or were they all felled by these Cold Fey Bandits?"


Male Elfmarked Bard 5 / Warlock 2 || HP: 52/52 || AC 17|| || Init:+2 || Perception: +7, darkvision

After nursing Yuln back to consciousness, he assists in carrying him to the Apothecary's. Turning toward the others, "The man is still weak, let us tread carefully." After a sigh and a pause, he turns back to Yuln and kneals down. "Where did the attack take place?"


Male Half-elf Oracle 1 (AC: 17 [T: 13 /FF: 14]; HP: 17/17; F+3, R+5, W+6 (+3 more with Taint); Init: -1; Perc: +7 [Low-light vision])

Feeling that all the questions that need asking have been asked, and accepting that now might not be the time and place for him to share some of his usually random factoids, Oliver instead tries to piece together what he knows already. He tries to jog his memory as the man speaks, prepared to share what he can to help out.

Know local, Lady Argenta Malessene 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Know Arcana, Cold Fey 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Know Nature (Untrained max DC 10) if snow this time of year, in this region is normal 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15


male Human? pbp GM / 1 current map ; second floor

Many questions - so sing out if I miss some! Some answers from Yuln, some from knowledge checks.

Snow is very unusual here in southern Taldor, and never in summer. Your gear is not suitable for cold conditions.

Cold Fey are hurt by flame and cold iron. Many (most?) Fey are small - the size of an adult man's forearm, but don't judge them by their stature.

Yuln describes the location of the attack and you are certain you can find it.

None of Yuln's companions escaped. The Lady was captured by bandits. Yuln knows not what became of her. The bandits were human, and were aided by Cold Fey.

The snow is over a foot deep at the edge of the wood. The cold is bitter.

Yuln was raised in the north. Cold Fey, or the Winter Touched, are Fey creatures who have sworn themselves to the White Witches of Irrisen.


Male Half-Orc HP 192/192 AC 37 23T 29FF CMD38 Fort +16 Ref +24 Will +17 Init +12 Per +32 (+7 traps) +4 favored terrain underground DDoor:8/9

"A noblewoman kidnapped by pixies and snow in summer" muses Nastarok.

"That's even more incredible than giant white weasles."

"Some strange things are going on in those woods." he continues.

"Maybe some one should go check it out...."


Male Half-elf Oracle 1 (AC: 17 [T: 13 /FF: 14]; HP: 17/17; F+3, R+5, W+6 (+3 more with Taint); Init: -1; Perc: +7 [Low-light vision])

Did I get anything on my Know Local for the Lady? Looking back, would Know Nobility have been better?
If so, (Untrained max DC 10), 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Oliver just nods along, offering what he's learned, "This is all so very fascinating, and I would so very much enjoy accompanying whoever is going to investigate. Not only is there a Lady that needs rescuing, there are so many unexplained phenomena that I would love to explore."

He holds his finger to his lips in thought, before adding almost as if thinking aloud, "If so, it would be best to be prepared, both for the threat of bandits and fey working together, and the encroaching cold." Aloud, he returns to his more familiar pattern of speech. "Did you know, that Fey are commonly hurt by cold iron? Being cold Fey, or winter-touched as he called it, it could be reasonably assumed that fire would also come in handy. I bet the Fey could even be responsible for the weasel's increased size." He chirps up with excitement over the possible discovery.

Turning to one of the locals, he asked, "Do you perhaps know where we could find some cold iron, or flammables? Oh, also, something to help stay warm?"

Realizing no others have made mention of it, to the larger group as a whole he asks, "So, who's leading this expedition?" A cheerful smile at the very thought of adventure brightening his face.


male Human? pbp GM / 1 current map ; second floor

@ Oliver - I missed that question but Knowledge nobility is what you need.

Cold iron cannot be found in the village. But there is oil and such for burning things. A total of 4 doses of alchemist fire if you have the 50 gold each they cost.

People can dig out clothes to sell you. It is old, not great but better for snow than nothing. Figure 2 gold each for the clothing.


Male Elfmarked Bard 5 / Warlock 2 || HP: 52/52 || AC 17|| || Init:+2 || Perception: +7, darkvision

Wraxus looks up toward the half-elf, "Indeed, fire would be useful, and its a tool I have some knowledge of. As for this cold iron, I have heard of it though do not possess any myself. The cold though could be the biggest risk."

Wraxus provides the 2 gold to those that come up with the heavy cloaks and furs to help protect him from the possible weather.

To Oliver's final question, Wraxus uncomfortably shifts in his boots. Damn, I hope they do not look to me... the human seems virtuous and confident, hopefully he will step up to the cause. "I am no leader of men, though offer my skills to help with the quest to rescue this lady." Looking to the others, "So, four of us then? What say you human?"


Male Half-elf Oracle 1 (AC: 17 [T: 13 /FF: 14]; HP: 17/17; F+3, R+5, W+6 (+3 more with Taint); Init: -1; Perc: +7 [Low-light vision])

Are the clothes equivalent to cold weather clothing, or does the additional clothing upgrade our current outfits to cold weather outfit?

Oliver thanks the locals for the offer of clothing to help them bundle up, paying what he can for their aid.

Oliver will pay the 2 gp as well.


male Human? pbp GM / 1 current map ; second floor

So - what's the plan?


Male Half-Orc HP 192/192 AC 37 23T 29FF CMD38 Fort +16 Ref +24 Will +17 Init +12 Per +32 (+7 traps) +4 favored terrain underground DDoor:8/9

Nastarok offers to come along "I have some gifts with manipulating fire ... perhaps I will be of use." he offers

He prepares himself by purchasing a set of heavy clothing and a vial of Alchemist's Fire for a total of 52gp.

While changing out from his dusty traveling clothes into the heavier winter garments, several people notice an intricate tattoo of dragon wings spreading across his back.

"Should we start by examining the site of the bandit ambush? If the snow's as heavy as they say there should be tracks showing the direction they took the princess-lady."


Male Elfmarked Bard 5 / Warlock 2 || HP: 52/52 || AC 17|| || Init:+2 || Perception: +7, darkvision

Rax looks over toward his kinsman, "I agree, the ambush site would be best. But is anyone capable of tracking the bandits and their prisoner, especially if they have the aid of evil fey? Perhaps we could recruit a hunter here in the town to assist us..."


male Human? pbp GM / 1 current map ; second floor

There is no one in the village willing to head into the wood, not after the bodyguard's story spreads (which it does, like wildfire).


Male Half-Orc HP 192/192 AC 37 23T 29FF CMD38 Fort +16 Ref +24 Will +17 Init +12 Per +32 (+7 traps) +4 favored terrain underground DDoor:8/9

After considering how little he wants to meet a giant weasel up close and personal, Nastarok finds someone to sell him a simple longspear for 5gp as well.

"If the directions to the ambush site are simple enough, then we should just start from there." Nast offers.


Male Half-elf Oracle 1 (AC: 17 [T: 13 /FF: 14]; HP: 17/17; F+3, R+5, W+6 (+3 more with Taint); Init: -1; Perc: +7 [Low-light vision])

Oliver nods, "That is a sound plan. To begin where they were last sighted, may just be the best lead we have at the moment." He adjusts the pack on his shoulder, now bearing the added weight of the clothing. He would wait to put the extra clothes on once they got into the cold. He may overheat if he does so now.

I think we're ready to head out, on word from Athromar.
GM, what's the call on my question about the clothes above (or if I did or didn't get anything from the Knowledge Nobility roll I made)?


male Human? pbp GM / 1 current map ; second floor

Yes, they are cold weather clothes.

Your knowledge nobility revealed nothing.

(assume the rest of the gang is good with heading out)

It is mid morning when you begin walking toward the ambush site.

You head out of town, winter clothing in hand or worn, but loosely.

As you near the forest, the temperature begins to drop.

A couple hours past noon you see the road ahead of you 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 (A1), while another overturned carriage lies sprawled and broken next to the tree line (A2). To the south, more bodies have fallen around what appears to be a statue of ice (A3).

Further south, you can see what looks like a trail heading into the wood (A4).

MAP

Map is small-ish. Eventually the maps get better.


Male Elfmarked Bard 5 / Warlock 2 || HP: 52/52 || AC 17|| || Init:+2 || Perception: +7, darkvision

Drawing closer to the battle site, Wraxus draws a mighty flail from its baldric. "Keep a wary eye about, there is evil in this wood." Moving forward cautiously, he draws close to both of the wagons (A1, A2) and examines them in turn.

perception (a1): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
perception (a2): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Being a pragmatist who is now faced with an uncertain situation, Wraxus will take anything of use or value that presents itself.


Male Half-elf Oracle 1 (AC: 17 [T: 13 /FF: 14]; HP: 17/17; F+3, R+5, W+6 (+3 more with Taint); Init: -1; Perc: +7 [Low-light vision])

From which direction did we come, Northwest or Northeast?

Oliver tried his best to keep pace with the others, periodically apologizing for his pace slowing them down at all. As they arrive he takes in the scene with consternation, "Well, this is obviously the ambush site. He said none of the others survived, right? So, we need to focus our attentions on finding the Lady." That said, he takes in the sight, looking for any signs of magical auras.

Follow Wraxus
Maintaining and recasting Detect Magic as necessary.
Also trying to look for any signs
Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14


Male Half-Orc HP 192/192 AC 37 23T 29FF CMD38 Fort +16 Ref +24 Will +17 Init +12 Per +32 (+7 traps) +4 favored terrain underground DDoor:8/9

Nastarok will join with the others in searching.

Specifically he'll look at how large of a trail there is leading into the woods and he'll check out the statue of ice.

perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12


male Human? pbp GM / 1 current map ; second floor

You came from the north east.

As you near the upright carriage (perhaps 20 feet away), you hear muffled sounds from it. Thumps and bumps. Not much more. But pretty constant. Every 5 or 10 seconds.

I assume you are 20 feet east / north east, and stopped.

Near the wrecked carriage you can see broken chests and clothes strewn on the ground.


Male Half-Orc HP 192/192 AC 37 23T 29FF CMD38 Fort +16 Ref +24 Will +17 Init +12 Per +32 (+7 traps) +4 favored terrain underground DDoor:8/9

Nastarok lowers his spear and approaches the carriage to see what's inside.

He's wary of scavengers.


Male Elfmarked Bard 5 / Warlock 2 || HP: 52/52 || AC 17|| || Init:+2 || Perception: +7, darkvision

Wraxus readies his flail as he comes around the carriage from the opposite side of Nastarok. Peaking through the window/door, he examines what lies within, ready to strike down a would-be assailant.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

readied action to attack an aggressor


Male Half-elf Oracle 1 (AC: 17 [T: 13 /FF: 14]; HP: 17/17; F+3, R+5, W+6 (+3 more with Taint); Init: -1; Perc: +7 [Low-light vision])

Seeing the increased caution of the others, Oliver decides to draw and load his crossbow, before he continues to follow them around the wagon.

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