GM Bali's Reign of Winter (Inactive)

Game Master Bali

A strange and unnatural cold has fallen in Southern Taldor. The town of Heldren calls for heroes, who will answer this call?


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Orm nods with barely contained excitement when asked if he'd like to hold the spear. His eyes nearly leap from their sockets when the spear magically shrinks to suit his grip.

As soon as Cyrus' full attention is off of him Orm is up and fighting invisible foes with the blade. It's quite evident that this is not the first spear he's held in his life. "Auntie Natasza look at me, I'm fighting Linnorms!" he calls gleefully.

Tearing his gaze away from the barbarian Mjori looks at Cyrus and says, "Thora was taken by the witch Nazhena to the Pale Tower. It's why my Ma went to trade for food with the Mammoth Lords. I told Ma that Orm and I would rescue her but she said we had to stay and protect Kashka. Then she started cryin' when she didn't think we could see her." Mjoris' blustering confidence disappears for a moment at his last statement but quickly reappears when he looks back up at Droguk. "So you going to do it or do you want to stay and watch Kashka while we do?"

Overhearing the boy over her own conversation Kashka swiftly intervenes. "Now you stop that right now Mjori! These are guests in your Mothers home and she'd not go and have you casting our burdens on others." Crossing the room she deftly plucks the spear from Orms hand as she passes and hands it back to Cyrus. "I think you two have had enough excitement for one day. Now off to bed with you and you be sure and thank Desna your mother is home safe." With that she herds the two boys to another room but not before Mjori manages to shoot a last challenging look at Droguk.


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

Cyrus can't help but smile at seeing Orm already using the spear to fight off imaginary foes, huffing out a quiet, perhaps even wistful, sigh at the sight of it. He listens with great care to Mjori's explanation, and was about to answer, when Kashka quickly intervenes, the ranger deftly catching the spear, which immediately regrows to full size in his hands. He wishes the boys good night, but does not further intrude.

When Kashka returns from putting the boys to bed, Cyrus addresses her and the others in the group. "You should know, Lady Kashka, that it would be no burden to us to search for Nadya's missing daughter. We have our own business at the Pale Tower. The source of the portal that has thrown our homeland into frozen chaos is there; we were told this by a...source of information we have all judged reliable. We may only close it by going there and shutting it at the source. It would be no trouble to search for the girl there. Truthfully, with the hospitality that you and Nadya have shown us to this point, I wouldn't dare think of not offering to look for her there. What can you tell us about her?"


Droguk rises as the boy tells the tale of his sister. Just before he's about to respond, Kashka interjects and hurries them off to bed. As he manages to catch sight of the child looking at him who is obviously still awaiting an answer, Droguk nods to him sternly, letting him know that it shall be done.

Listening to Cyrus speak, he chimes in when he's finished. "We will find and rescue the daughter of the Lady of the Tent," he states adamantly. "We are going to need information on her as the Landwarden asked."


AC 15 (T12 FF14) || HP 27/31 || F+6, R+2, W+9; +2 vs. illusions Resist cold 2 || Spear +6 (1d6+1/×3)

Natasza's eyes tear up a little when Orm starts pretending to fight creatures that could eat him up before he even blinks.

"You are a brave son Orm, and I would hate to be the one to stand against you one day." she says with a calm voice, before Kashka sends them to their room.

The size of the weapon, that magically resizes, intrigues the gnome beyond belief.
"How did you do that?" she asks when the children have left. "Is there a magical word you need to utter? Will it work with anyone?"

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When the topic of Nadya's dissapearance surfaces, her ears are stretched.
"If you go there, I will follow you. Nadya is an old friend, and I would like to see her rescued. Be aware though, my friends, that it could be a suicide mission. The witches show no mercy, and no doubt the crows that we encountered have warned their mistress about now."

She scuttles over to Kashka when nobody is talking much

Whisper:
"What is a landwarden? Do they make sure the land doesn't run away?"
before smiling in the corner of her eyes.


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

"I honestly am not certain, Natasza. I assume it's part of the magic of the spear itself, though. Here. Give it a try yourself. If you want it, you're welcome to it." he says, gripping the weapon just beneath the spearhead and offering her the haft.

At the threat of the witches, Cyrus is unable to hide a scowl. "I am not afraid of any witches. There is a friend whose child is in danger; that's all that I need to know. I will not allow fear to stop me. These witches are going to find me as implacable a foe as they ever were." he answers, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his falchion, grip tightening on the weapon.


AC 15 (T12 FF14) || HP 27/31 || F+6, R+2, W+9; +2 vs. illusions Resist cold 2 || Spear +6 (1d6+1/×3)

"If you have no use for it, I'm sure I can find one." Natasza says while the spear shrinks down to her size.

"You are thanked, Warden of the Land."


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"Thora is such a wonderful girl, only seven years old. I..." she stops for a moment to control her emotions. "She's so full of life and spirit. When last Nazhena, the witch of the tower, came to town poor Thora, she made a jest at the witches expense. It was just a childish joke you see...Nazhena is not known for her sense of humor however. She took poor Thora to her tower. Poor Nadya was beside herself when she found out. She rode out to the tower as soon as she returned and struck a deal with Nazhena." Again she pauses. "Oh why couldn't I have put off our trip to the market?" she questions mostly to herself. "Nadya agreed to bring back a great delivery of food to trade for Thoras freedom. It was returning from just this trip when you met her and why it's so important to her. I am sure she will greatly appreciate your offer of help, as I already do, but let us hope it will not come to such measures."

Kobad:
While Kashka describes the recent events you hear Nelosse, seated near you, quietly repeat the name Thora to herself seeming to be in deep thought. A small fit of coughing interrupts her however and she falls silent again, staring into the flames.

Natasza:
"I have never heard such a title. Perhaps he is a prince among his people?"

You would be familiar with Thora though the events of her capture would have occurred while you were away from town.

With that Kashka goes about making you all a humble meal of stew. Shortly after you finish eating Nadya returns.

"Ah thank you Kashka, you do too much. Do not let me keep you from home any longer." The two exchange a bit more conversation before Kashka wishes you all a good night and takes her leave.

"I hope you have had a chance to rest, I know the journey was no easy one. She swings a pack from her back and retrieves a set of clothing for each of those not of Irrisen. "These may not cover up your tan skin or scars but they'll at least let you blend in a bit more, and keep you warmer for that matter." she finishes with a grin. Looking at Natasza she says, "I gave Tough some of the goats fodder. It should keep him well enough for the night anyway. He gets bigger every time I see him, soon he won't fit in the shed!"

[ooc]Basically these clothes act as cold weather gear but are cut in the local style and with local materials. Not game function difference by you now would appear more local.[/b]

While you inspect the cloths she helps herself to a generous bowl of stew and sits down near Cyrus.

"So now that we are away from other ears perhaps you can tell me a bit more of what brings you here. I can not overstate enough what your efforts have meant to me and I will be happy to provide what aid I can."


Natasza wrote:
"If you go there, I will follow you. Nadya is an old friend, and I would like to see her rescued. Be aware though, my friends, that it could be a suicide mission. The witches show no mercy, and no doubt the crows that we encountered have warned their mistress about now."

"Nor will I," the barbarian simply responds.

As Nadya returns and they eventually sit to speak, Droguk responds to her inquiry. "We are here to find a way to end the winter that spreads across the land and knows no season. We are also going to rescue your child that has been taken by the witch. We will need to know what she looks like, and if possible, where she is being kept within the tower."


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

Cyrus listens intently as Kashka describes the young Thora to the group, committing as much of it to memory as he is able, the description of the witch Nazhena only making his blood boil that much hotter.

When Nadya returns, he offers her a smile, standing and accepting the clothes she had acquired for them gratefully, thanking her for the effort and keeping them nearby for later, being sure that there is enough room next to him for Nadya to sit comfortably. "Droguk's right. You've trusted us, brought us into your home when you didn't have to, and what's more, given us clothes to help us blend in. You've done a great deal more than most anyone else here would. Even if we had no other business at the Pale Tower, I would want to set out to help you rescue Thora."

"I feel that I should let you know, however, that we do have other business in the Pale Tower. Just before we came through the portal from Taldor to Irrisen, we were given information that that portal is the source of the unusual weather there and is originating from within the tower itself, so we have two reasons for going there. Guests though we may be, you're not going to talk us down from this. As a man, I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't give every effort in restoring your daughter to you."


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"Thora? How did you...ah" Nadya looks in the direction of where the twins sleep with a slight frown and shake of her head. "I'd not meant to burden you with my own troubles. I appreciate your offer but my hope is that the food I've traded for will be enough to get her back. I understand that you have your own business there but I would ask that you delay for a day or two so that I might see my daughter safe before you make your way to the tower. Even if that were not the case I would still advise you rest and prepare yourselves. I can not imagine the task before you is an easy one."


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

Cyrus doesn't seem entirely happy with the idea of waiting, especially with the knowledge that there is an innocent in danger, but he knows well enough to respect the wishes of their host.

"Well...if..you are certain, Nadya, I will abide by your will. Please understand, though, that it is no burden to help you however we can. You have gone above and beyond for us and to not do so in return is unthinkable. Is there anything we may do while we wait to assist you? Anything at all?"


Looking to Cyrus as he speaks, he turns his attention back to Nadya when he finishes. "Very well. For the sake of your child we will honor your wishes. But do not think the demon witches will uphold their end of the bargain. Once it is clear that they will not, we will proceed as planned."

Just now noticing that Nelosse is looking so well, "Priestess. What ails you? You do not look well."


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"If it comes to that I'll bring you to the tower myself!" Nadya affirms.

Nelosse breaks from her own contemplations to answer Droguk, "I do not know for sure. At first it was just an oddness that I attributed to our trip through the portal but it's grown ever since. Now I feel a...pulling within as if I'm being drawn in two different directions. It is hard to explain." She pauses and runs her hands over her face. "I'm sure whatever it is will pass with a good nights rest."

She waves the barbarian over before whispering.

Droguk:
"Tell me Droguk, does the name Thora not seem familiar to you as well? My mind is muddled and I can not place it but nor can I shake the feeling that it should mean something to me."


The barbarian moves over near her, leaning close in. His then seen leaning back out, possessing a look as if lost in thought, as if searching for something within. After a few moments, he looks back to the healer and simply shakes his head before leaning back in.

Nelosse:
"It does n...," he pauses, a thought just now occurring to him. "The spirit child. Do you remember the spirit child, Priestess? Did she ever give her name?"


Male Human Sorcerer 4 [AC 14 | FF 12 | T 12 -- HP 7 / 22 | Fort +2 | Ref +3 | Will +5 -- Perc +4 | Init +2]

kobad sat beside Nel, listening, and he too started to think. suddenly he has a thought.

a smile crosses his lips and he looks as though he is about to say something but looks at the group present.

when his eyes fall on Nadya nevermind its nothing. and he goes back to the fire.


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

"Should we perhaps set a watch for tonight, my friends?" Cyrus asks of his companions, excluding the family they have just befriended.

"A witch who would rip a young girl from her mother just for the joke of a child is undoubtedly a dangerous person. I would fear she would try something against the other members of the family while we sleep."


AC 15 (T12 FF14) || HP 27/31 || F+6, R+2, W+9; +2 vs. illusions Resist cold 2 || Spear +6 (1d6+1/×3)

"Tough will warn us if any come from outside, or I could let him sleep inside in front of a door? It would have to be a strongman to move Tough, once he settles for the night."

She smilingly says "Believe me, I know.".


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"You are of course welcome to keep a watch as you wish but I do not believe it will be needed. Nazhena is not a dangerous beast that lives in the forest preying on unwary travelers or even a bandit leader raiding towns. For all the darkness of her soul she is the appointed Lady of this area and carries the blessing of the Queen. Were she to want anyone in town taken she would have no need to sneak in during the dead of night but instead would merely have her soldiers come in broad daylight. This is the way in Irrisen."

Droguk:
A light of remembrance glows momentarily in the priestesses eyes but soon dulls "Yes...perhaps...or...I can not recall." she says shaking her head.

With the sun well below the horizon Nelosse inquires as to where she might lay to rest. Nadya assists her in preparing cramped but comfortable enought sleeping arrangements for the party.

"In the morning I will tell you what I know of the tower. Good night to you all." your hostess says before heading off to sleep.


AC 15 (T12 FF14) || HP 27/31 || F+6, R+2, W+9; +2 vs. illusions Resist cold 2 || Spear +6 (1d6+1/×3)

"..And a good night to you aswell, Nadya!" Natasza replies, even as her eyes are falling shut and her yawning has reached epic proportions.


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

"Very well. You certainly know better than I. Sleep well, Nadya, and sweet dreams." he wishes her before turning in for the night himself, falling quickly into a hard, deep sleep.


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The night passes without incident and for most of you it is the first good nights sleep you've had in what seems ages. Warm food and fire combine to ease aches and chip away at the deep weariness that days of travel through a blizzard inflicted upon you. You rise early to the sounds of a household coming to life after the rise of the sun.

Nadya hovers near the fireplace, the smell of cooked meat and bread filling the room. Outside you can hear the boys voices, no doubt hard at work doing chores though a suspicious number of snowballs can be seen flying past windows.

As you rise and begin preparing yourselves for the day you find that your gear has been moved and cleaned. Boots are no longer next to your makeshift bunks but instead arrayed at a respectful distance from the fire. Outer garments are hung on pegs, backpacks hanging near them. Everything is clear of dirt and grim. Even your weapons have been set leaning against the nearby wall organized by height and looking to have been cleaned and oiled.

The one exception to your refreshed group is Nelosse. Her complexion remains pale and shadows sit beneath her eyes as if she had slept little. As with the rest of you however she rises and begins buckling on gear though perhaps a bit more slowly.

"Ah, good morning!" Nadya greets you when she notices you awake.


Previous night
As everyone turns in one by one, Droguk moves over to the sorcerer before he does so himself. "There was something you wished to say earlier, Fireborn, what was it?"

Morning
Droguk's eyes narrow at Nelosse, studying her. He moves over to her, "Priestess, your health is leaving you, something is wrong." He carefully places a hand upon her cheek, moving her face gently to where she is looking directly at him. Heal: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 He looks at her for a long moment before letting go. Turning to Nadya, "Lady of the Tent, Priestess is ill; yet I cannot tell what it is that ails her. Can you help her?"


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

Cyrus wakes quickly, yawning loudly as he sits up from his spot on the floor. He looks around, as if confused about where he is for a moment, when his eyes settle on Nadya and his memory returns to him. He offers her a smile as he gets to his feet, stretching and twisting his upper body back and forth.

"And a good morning to you as well, Nadya!" he returns, cheer in his voice. "I hope that you slept as well as I did. Seems like it's been forever since I had anything resembling a bed to lie on. The food smells delicious...and if you'll forgive the forwardness of the comment, you're a lot nicer to look at first thing in the morning than Droguk's hairy mug." he adds with a slight grin, looking back to the barbarian. "No offen..." he trails off, moving to kneel beside his companion looking at Nelosse.

"Droguk's right...you don't look so good, Nelosse. How are you feelin'? You seem a little less energetic than you were a few days ago..."

Heal (Untrained): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16


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Nadya looks at Nelosse with some concern. "I have skill enough to set a leg broken on the trail or stanch a wound but no more than that. She should be taken to Rolf at the temple. He is a good man and may be able to assist. It's located just off the town center next to Arbagazors, the local carpenter, and Tjorvars old house." When she mentions the old house a shadow passes across her face. "With your new clothing you should appear local enough that I think there no harm in you looking about town if you should so desire."

"Ha!" Nadya replies in response to Cyrus' comment. "Well now Cyrus you just set a girls cheeks to blushing don't you?" She hands out plates of steaming food to everyone before going to the door and giving a call to her boys.

Cyrus and Droguk:
Nelosse is clearly fatigued and pale. You find no signs of injury or sickness however.

"I don't think I slept so well. Perhaps I'm too used to sleeping in a snowbank eh?" Nelosse jokes.

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Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

"What say you, Nelosse? You wanna head on over now or wait until you've got some breakfast in you? Might give you a little more strength."


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"Oh I wouldn't pass up on such a fine meal. But yes perhaps it would be worth the trip."


Male Human Sorcerer 4 [AC 14 | FF 12 | T 12 -- HP 7 / 22 | Fort +2 | Ref +3 | Will +5 -- Perc +4 | Init +2]

previous night with Droguk

Droguk:

Kobad makes sure Nadya is not around when he speaks.

the child we seek, Thora, we have met her, well perhaps it was her spirit, I can't be too sure. before passing through the portal, we were among some mounds of ice and snow. there was a girl, a child. Nel went chasing after her. something attempted to give her a doll, but she refused. then the spirit vanished. I don't actually recall all the details, but that name, Thora. that was the girl's name we encountered back thre

thinking for a moment, It wasn't long after that we did battle with some sort of doll. But If that was Thora's spirit, there is a chance, and I pray I am wrong, that Thora may already be gone.

the next morning.

Kobad awakens and puts on his new clothing. it is not what he has been used too, but it was warm. he soon finds his father's sword he checks it out. and straps it about his waist.

then he sits to enjoy a breakfast.

seeing Nel's condition, kobad starts to think, trying to put all the pieces together.

is it possible that Nel is connected with Thora? she was the one that reached out to her. she was the one it responded to. and what of those guards we saw when the girl vanished? could they be guardians over her now?

Kobad tries to recall those he has met since passing through the portal, anyone respembling the spirits he recalls.


Previous night
Droguk simply stares through Kobad, pondering his words a moment before, "Let us hope you are wrong, Fireborn. Let us hope. We shall find out soon enough when we must leave to reclaim her," he looks in the direction Nadya departed a moment before turning back, "because the witch will not set her free," he states grimly as he then retires for the night.

Morning
Droguk looks to Cyrus with a raised eyebrow at the "hairy mug" remark. Moving on from it, he returns to the conversation at hand. "Yes, we will eat and then travel to the temple." Droguk then sits to eat, grabbing the food with his hands, eating voraciously.


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

Cyrus gives a quiet grin at Nadya's response to his comment, and then only barely manages to contain a bark of laughter at Droguk's raised eyebrow.

He gratefully accepts the plate of food offered to him by their hostess, but waits for Orm and Mjori to come in and get settled themselves before he digs into it with only a bit less tenacity than Droguk, though he does use whatever utensils have been provided to eat it with, assuming there are some.

After he's finished, he compliments Nadya on the fantastic meal and thanks her for it, then asks if there is anything they need to know about the village or its inhabitants before they set out to the temple with Nelosse.


AC 15 (T12 FF14) || HP 27/31 || F+6, R+2, W+9; +2 vs. illusions Resist cold 2 || Spear +6 (1d6+1/×3)

Natasza has been absent all morning, though with her small build it was not unusual for her to be missed. It wasn't until the two boys were called by Nadya, and they rushed in, that most of them noticed there was a spot empty at the side of the table.

A few minutes after the boys, Natasza entered the house from the backdoor.
"You little devils you! Just you wait, ganging up on an old weary traveller such as myself..." she says while slowly coming up the steps, her face and garments covered in snow from a very obviously lost snowball fight.

She will shake off most of it, before walking around the table to her spot, but not before walking past the boys and putting a sliver of ice she found hanging on a ledge outside, into the back of their collars.

"Thank you for an amazing mea Nadya! It seems like your skill improves every time I come back.." she says, unaware of the paleness of the Priestess' face.

"I could show you the temple, if you please. Isn't she normally this pale?" Natasza simply states, sounding carefree like a small child.


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

"Pale, perhaps. This pale? No, no she is not. Something isn't right. We need to take her to the temple as soon as we can." Cyrus responds to the gnome's question.

"Nadya, I hope you'll forgive us for eating and running, but we need to get Nelosse to a healer quickly. When we have some idea of what's going on, we will let you know." he says, looking over to their hostess after finishing breakfast, waiting for Nelosse to finish her own before standing to start their newest trek.

He waits to get a response from Nadya before turning his attention to Natasza, asking if she would guide them to the temple so they can get Nelosse looked at.


AC 15 (T12 FF14) || HP 27/31 || F+6, R+2, W+9; +2 vs. illusions Resist cold 2 || Spear +6 (1d6+1/×3)

Natasza obliges them eagerly.

Shouldn't keep a prince waiting.


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"Of course, think nothing of it." Nadya replies.

Setting out you you head from Nadyas house on the Eastern edge of town back up the main road towards the center of town. It's not long before you reach the point where it intersects with the southern and, much smaller, northern roads. On the corner you note the burned out husk of a house just before you enter the crossroads. Standing within the town center is the large statue of a beautiful woman. Just Northeast of it is a large hall with a clock tower. The hands of the clock no longer move however. Across the way on the Western side of the plaza Natasza points out The White Weasel tavern.

Those of you who are from Heldren can't help but note the odd similarities with your own town. This feeling is only more pronounced when Natasza leads you along the Southern road to a small temple located just next to burned building and what appears to be a carpenters shop. The location is just where the temple of Erastil is in Heldren except it's between Ionnia Teppen's house and Tengezil Frimbockets carpentry shop.

The gnome leads you to the front door of the temple where you note the spiral sigil of Pharasma. Opening the door she leads you in and you are quickly greeted.

"Hello and welcome to the house of the Lady of Graves. How may I help you?" Looking over you see a middle aged man dressed in heavy black robes trimmed in silver thread. He appears of Ulfen descent and has a wooden spiral hanging from his neck.


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

The similarities between Waldsby and Heldren are not lost to the ranger, a feeling of oddness pricking at the back of his neck. "Anybody else find it odd how much like Heldren this place is? Maybe that's why the portal linked them so closely together. Even so...it's kinda creepy." he remarks, carefully observing the buildings they pass, even accurately guessing the location of the temple before they arrived there.

Once they enter, Cyrus gives a respectful nod to the Pharasman man, stepping back and gesturing to Nelosse. "Our companion here needs some help. She's been growing more and more pale and her energy levels are greatly lowered as well. I know a little about field medicine and it is not an ailment I can identify, but I fear it is more than simple lack of sleep. We were hoping you could take a look at her for us."


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"Of course, please come in and rest." He escorts Nelosse to a bench across the room where they can speak with some privacy.

DC 15 Perception:
Listening you can only make out bits of the conversation. "Tell me when did this begin....days ago...nothing obviously wrong....Shelyn...Have you tried.....perhaps then...will pray.

After a few minutes the return to the group. "I am afraid that what ails your friend is beyond my understanding as well. I wish I could be of more help but the most I can say is that her ailment is not physical in nature. I will pray upon it."


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Cyrus frowns at the bits of conversation he is unable to make it, not intending to eavesdrop, but his ears seem particularly keen at present and will not be turned from listening in. After he returns to the group, the ranger releases a huff of air before he looks to the others.

"I don't think we should keep dragging Nelosse along with us. Something is clearly wrong and if we are unable to determine what the problem is, it seems like a bad idea to drag her into a clearly dangerous situation where she could get hurt or even killed. Tough as it might be without her, I think we should take on the Pale Tower on our own. Nadya says it'll be a day or two before we can head that way, anyway. Maybe she will be feeling better by then."


Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Droguk nods in agreement. "The Landwarden is right. We shall leave her here within the village."


Male Human Sorcerer 4 [AC 14 | FF 12 | T 12 -- HP 7 / 22 | Fort +2 | Ref +3 | Will +5 -- Perc +4 | Init +2]

Kobad though concerned over Nel, also knows she is in capable hands.

as they enter the temple, Kobad is taken by the burned building. instead he slip over to take a look.

perception looking over the burned building: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

as he does so he tries to place any similarity between this town and the location of the blacksmith back home, in particular his own house in Heldren.


AC 15 (T12 FF14) || HP 27/31 || F+6, R+2, W+9; +2 vs. illusions Resist cold 2 || Spear +6 (1d6+1/×3)

Natasza will wait outside, drawing figures in the snow with a stick. This was their friend, nothing to do with her. Still, she hoped the woman would be okay soon.

A lot of questions pop up in her mind, concerning nobility and such. She is very distracted, and when the group finally leaves the temple, she will still be lost in thought.


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Walking back out of the small church Nelosse, "I will not burden the company if it comes to that. A few days rest will see me right again." It's impossible to miss however that her tone does not match the confidence of her words.

Kobad:
Drawn to the burned ruin you stop just outside the ruins to look about. The building was clearly destroyed by fire but it's just as clear that it happened quite some time ago. Snow fall covers most of it and the burned wood is weathered. While you stare at the ruins you notice some of those who pass by make signs over their hearts or foreheads. You recognize the obvious spiral of Pharasma some make but other gestures are less common. While Waldsby is not a wealthy town by any stretch of the imagination it is well kept and sturdy. It strikes you as odd that these ruins would have been left for so long.

Eventually looking across the town center to where Isker's smithy would have stood in Heldren you find a similar building. Smaller than Iskers but, judging by the smoke, just as functional. The sight inspires both a sense of familiarity and surprise which just leaves you feeling ill at ease.

Natasza:
Sitting outside the temple of Pharasma you notice Kobad gazing at the nearby ruins. You're forced to suppress a small chill running down your spine when the tale of the nearby ruins comes to mind. You recall Nadya telling you a few years ago that Tjorvar, the former headman of Waldsby, was suspected of being a member of the Heralds of Summers Return, an underground group that yet resists the Winter Witches domination of Irrisen. Nazhenna had the man hung from the clock tower where he eventually died of exposure but not before he had to watch as his home was burned to the ground with his wife and child within. His corpse was left hanging for weeks until ravens had cleaned his bones. Since then Waldsby has gone leaderless and no one in town will disturb the ruins for fear the the spirits of Tjorvars wife and child.


AC 15 (T12 FF14) || HP 27/31 || F+6, R+2, W+9; +2 vs. illusions Resist cold 2 || Spear +6 (1d6+1/×3)

DM:
Nice story, thanks for sharing it. I hope someone asks about it, in-game :)


Droguk looks to the healer, unsure of her words. "Let us hope, Priestess." As they make their way out, he catches sight of the gnome drawing within the snow. He moves over to her as she does not appear to notice they have exited the temple. He watches her a moment before bending at the knees and suddenly speaking, "If I were a winter wolf, I would have eaten you by now." He looks to the figures she's made within the snow. "I gather your drawings have you so distracted?" he asks.


AC 15 (T12 FF14) || HP 27/31 || F+6, R+2, W+9; +2 vs. illusions Resist cold 2 || Spear +6 (1d6+1/×3)

Natasza turns around rather quickly, a blade drawn in her hand but concealed beneath the layers of furs.

"Hah, that's true, but you would be a foolish winter wolf to enter a town during the day." she says smilingly, trying to hide her blade as no to appear hostile, rather clumsily.

"No, it's not that.. It's.."
She looks around, to see if Cyrus has left the building. If not, she will continue

"What is a landwarden? Is it a king or a prince? What should I call him? Do you make a bow or a courtsey? Am I expected to shield my eyes Should I always let him walk first? How about opening doors? Tasting his food? Does he get angry easily? How big is his domain? Does he have lots of heirs?"
Her tiny mouth opens and closes at astonishing speed, releasing a hail of questions in a mere seconds. She blushes, as she becomes aware of her torrent of questions, and the fact that it probably broke another etiquete rule to ask all of them from a royalty's bodyguard.

"I'm sorry, I'm too curious for my own good." she says while looking down in the snow.

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 2 = 11
Cyrus, stay inside a little longer :p


Male Human Sorcerer 4 [AC 14 | FF 12 | T 12 -- HP 7 / 22 | Fort +2 | Ref +3 | Will +5 -- Perc +4 | Init +2]

burned building:

Kobad looks about to see if anyone looks like they would care if he were to examine the ruins.

but before doing so. he goes to one of the passer-by's pardon, I m new to town, and have been exploring what this community has to offer, but that burned building there, why has it not been removed and the site cleaned?

diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9


Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Droguk looks to her confused for a moment before eventually explaining, showing no reaction whatsoever to the blade she's attempting to keep concealed. "Landwarden is the title I call him by, nothing more. My people use various names other than the one we are given at birth. I only tell you all my given name because I know that is what most races are accustomed to. My people call me, 'Many Scars', because I was used as a chew toy by winter wolves." He shows her the visible scars upon his face to help explain. "And these are only the ones you can see. If you were to see me unclothed, you would understand," he tells her as a matter of fact, thinking nothing of it. "I did not best them but I did survive. I am not sure if you were within the tent when I related this tale to the fey creature. But it matters not. He is a human who is of the land, so that is why I call him 'Landwarden'. The one who uses fire - and sometimes to not our benefit as you may remember - is called Fireborn. It is simply what I am use to. I believe if you were to use his name, he would not object," he states plainly.


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Burned Building:
Foot traffic in Waldsby is infrequent but Kobad eventually manages to hail a passerby who has some understanding of common. Initially they just give him a queer look in response to his query but then say, "No disturb unhappy dead." before quickly moving along.

Nelosse tell you that she's going to head back to Nadyas house to rest, brushing aside any attempts to aid her. "It's a few hundred yards, if trolls can't do me in I'm pretty sure the walk won't." she quips.


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

Cyrus exits the temple with Nelosse after seeing her outside, catching just the end of the conversation that Droguk has with Natasza. "Who wouldn't object to what?" he asks curiously, looking back and forth between the two. They present an amusing picture, to be sure...the large, muscular barbarian next to the much smaller gnome druid.


AC 15 (T12 FF14) || HP 27/31 || F+6, R+2, W+9; +2 vs. illusions Resist cold 2 || Spear +6 (1d6+1/×3)

"No.. Nothing, sir Warden of Lands." Natasza quickly utters, before changing the subject.
"Priest did a good job? Could he aid your friend?"


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

"Sir Warden of Lands...? Heh. You takin' lessons from Droguk or something? Just Cyrus is fine, Natasza. I'm afraid the priest couldn't help Nelosse at all. Whatever is ailing her, though, it isn't physical. We're just going to have to press on with our quest without her and hope that whatever is wrong will right itself on its own."


Droguk looks to Cyrus, shrugging. "Let us return. Where is Fireborn?" He looks around attempting to spot the sorcerer.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

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