JZ's Reign of Winter (The Frozen Stars) (Inactive)

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Male Elven wizard spellsage 11 Init +2, ppt +14,fort +6, ref +6,will +13(+2 vs enchantments) cmb 4,cmd 16, ba +5,ac16,touch 12,ff 14,hp 69

Raising the crossbow he settles the stock into his shoulder and muttering a brief prayer to Cayden Cailean for some luck he aims, squeezes the trigger and the bolt flies toward the melee above.

crossbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
dam: 1d8 ⇒ 1

is it -4 for firing into melee?


It is, Elleros. You aren't going to hit her on anything other than a natural 20 unfortunately


Male Elven wizard spellsage 11 Init +2, ppt +14,fort +6, ref +6,will +13(+2 vs enchantments) cmb 4,cmd 16, ba +5,ac16,touch 12,ff 14,hp 69
GM-JZ wrote:
It is, Elleros. You aren't going to hit her on anything other than a natural 20 unfortunately

I suspected that would be the case :)


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Corrleon fires another pair of arrows at the general, but its obvious that his weariness of bloodshed has taken its toll upon his aim.

Longbow (1st): 1d20 + 15 - 3 ⇒ (6) + 15 - 3 = 18 for: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Longbow (iterative): 1d20 + 10 - 3 ⇒ (11) + 10 - 3 = 18 for: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Status:

HP: 53/84
Cold Resist: 10
AC: 19 (17 T / 12 FF)
CMD: 21
F/R/W: +14/+11/+14
Lay on Hands remaining: 0/11
Smite Evil remaining: 0/3
Divine Bond remaining: 0/1
Stormlure remaining: 0/1
Hunter's Cloak minutes remaining: 6/10

Ongoing Effects
Favored Terrain (cold): +4 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Favored Terrain (urban): +2 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Aspect of the Falcon: +3 competence perception, +1 to hit, crits = 19-20/x3
Deadly Aim: -3/+6


Male Elf Alchemist 11 | HP 80 | AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 15 | Perc 17 | Fort +11, Ref +13, Will +7

How is the dragon looking? Grayston is all out of bombs so that could change what I do.


Pretty beat up but still fighting fit


Male Elf Alchemist 11 | HP 80 | AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 15 | Perc 17 | Fort +11, Ref +13, Will +7

Grayston moves quickly across the ground getting behind the dragon and lobs a small vial of fire.

Alchemist fire: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36
Alchemist fire Crit: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
Attack: 2d6 + 18 ⇒ (2, 3) + 18 = 23 And on fire


Lucrezzia I think you have an action to take but I'm moving it on.

Round 4 - Enem

General Malensinder howls in pain as she is sliced and burnt. But she is a fearsome warrior in her own right and levels her reptillians gaze at Sapphire.

Seizing her oversized scimitar in both hands she cuts mightily toward the warrior woman. Sapphire blocks the first attack but it is so powerful it knocks her black blade aside and instantly, she knows she is in desperate trouble.

Unable to right her posture in time, she can do nothing as the blade comes back around and is driven through her chest. There is no pain, only shock and a feeling of the wind being knocked out of her. That is, before darkness falls and her lifeless body drifts to the ground.

Attack 1, Sapphire: 1d20 + 21 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 21 - 4 = 20 Miss

Attack 2, Sapphire: 1d20 + 16 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 16 - 4 = 31 Hit
1d20 + 16 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 16 - 4 = 25 Confirmed
1d100 ⇒ 70 Hit
Damage: 2d8 + 14 + 24 ⇒ (5, 3) + 14 + 24 = 46

A keen scimitar is a deadly thing.

Round 5 - Heroes


Female Mwangi Human Heavens Shaman 10 | HP 83 | AC 18 FF 18 T11 | Saves +5/+3/+13 | Init +8 | Percep +8 (See in Darkness)

"No!!" Lucrezzia leaps from her half hiding spot and makes her way to Sapphire's side. With a chant to the stars themselves she sends a jarring bolt of healing into Sapphire. "We're no done and we don' need no more heroes!"

Cast Defensively, DC25: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34

Breath of Life: 5d8 + 10 ⇒ (7, 5, 8, 3, 5) + 10 = 38

Should put our swordswoman back up at 18hp

Also, ready to take my asswhooping. But at least I have resistance to her breath :) and if she does come to me, well,
I have a barbarian just itching to smash her dragon-face in :D


Male Elf Alchemist 11 | HP 80 | AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 15 | Perc 17 | Fort +11, Ref +13, Will +7

Damn you Lucrezzia :P Perfect time to use my saved up Breath of Life - Godo thing we both have it.

Grayston faces drops as Sapphire crumbles to the ground after the dragons attack. "Sapphire!" He shouts out downing a potion and charging at the dragon, slamming his shouldering into it large frame.

HP-73/73 AC 22 | Displacment


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His desperation growing as one of the travelers falls, Corrleon dips into his dwindling supply of special ammunition and prays to Apsu as he lets another pair of arrows fly.

Longbow: 1d20 + 15 - 3 ⇒ (14) + 15 - 3 = 26 for: 1d8 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 7 + (6) = 16
Longbow: 1d20 + 10 - 3 ⇒ (20) + 10 - 3 = 27 for: 1d8 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 7 + (4) = 14
crit?: 1d20 + 10 - 3 ⇒ (1) + 10 - 3 = 8 for an additional: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

searing arrow
Each arrow does an additional 1d6 damage at the start of Malesinder's turn for the next 5 rounds.

Status:

HP: 53/84
Cold Resist: 10
AC: 19 (17 T / 12 FF)
CMD: 21
F/R/W: +14/+11/+14
Lay on Hands remaining: 0/11
Smite Evil remaining: 0/3
Divine Bond remaining: 0/1
Stormlure remaining: 0/1
Hunter's Cloak minutes remaining: 6/10

Ongoing Effects
Favored Terrain (cold): +4 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Favored Terrain (urban): +2 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Aspect of the Falcon: +3 competence perception, +1 to hit, crits = 19-20/x3
Deadly Aim: -3/+6


One of Corrleon's arrows slams into the chest of the powerful General who looks barely able to wield her weapon any longer.


Male Elven wizard spellsage 11 Init +2, ppt +14,fort +6, ref +6,will +13(+2 vs enchantments) cmb 4,cmd 16, ba +5,ac16,touch 12,ff 14,hp 69

cursing loudly as his bolt flies wide, Elleross looks down at the crossbow with dismay.
damn thing must be warped he mutters to himself and as Sapphires cry of pain rings out he looks upward in time to see her savagely cut down.
He can do little to help her , he must trust in Lucrezzias abilities. Only she could save her now.
Reaching behind him he draws out a thin pale wand and unleashing the magic stored within he taps it against his leg discharging it’s spell.

casting true strike from a wand. Full round action


Male Half elf Invulnerable rager 11 | Hp 137 (192) | AC 23 (T15, F20) | F11 (16), R8, W6 (11) NOTE: +3 vs spell, spell-like or supernatural | Attack 16/11/6 (26/21/16), range 13/8/3 | DR 5/- | RAGE 26 rounds CMB 11 (12). CMD 23 (24) skills: Dis dev, escape, sleight, stealth 1. Fly 3. Craft, handle 4. Acrobat, kn geography, kn nature, ride, swim 8. Climb, Intimidate, Survival 10. Perception 13.

Corum sees Saphire cut down but immediately tended by Lucrezzia. He sights and again fires at the general.

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

Bit of luck 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Bit of luck 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12


Even with Lucrezzia's beneficial hex, Corum has little skill with a bow and both of his shots fly wide of the mark.

AC = 27


Anyone heard from Sapphire?


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narp. =\


Male Half elf Invulnerable rager 11 | Hp 137 (192) | AC 23 (T15, F20) | F11 (16), R8, W6 (11) NOTE: +3 vs spell, spell-like or supernatural | Attack 16/11/6 (26/21/16), range 13/8/3 | DR 5/- | RAGE 26 rounds CMB 11 (12). CMD 23 (24) skills: Dis dev, escape, sleight, stealth 1. Fly 3. Craft, handle 4. Acrobat, kn geography, kn nature, ride, swim 8. Climb, Intimidate, Survival 10. Perception 13.

nope


Sapphire takes in a shuddering breath as Lucrezzia's magic takes hold. There is still a huge ache in her chest but the breaths come in ragged, staccato fashion. Trying to centre herself and recovering her Black Blade, she gets ready to get back into the fight.


Round 5 - Enemy

The General flaps her great wings and repositions ominously close to Corrleon and Elleros. With a great intake of breath, she roars at them both, expelling a massive blast of frigid air.

Cold damage: 12d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 3, 5, 2, 6, 6, 6, 3, 3, 2, 1) = 46
Corrleon reflex: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30 Success
Elleros reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 Fail

Round 6 - Heroes


Male Half elf Invulnerable rager 11 | Hp 137 (192) | AC 23 (T15, F20) | F11 (16), R8, W6 (11) NOTE: +3 vs spell, spell-like or supernatural | Attack 16/11/6 (26/21/16), range 13/8/3 | DR 5/- | RAGE 26 rounds CMB 11 (12). CMD 23 (24) skills: Dis dev, escape, sleight, stealth 1. Fly 3. Craft, handle 4. Acrobat, kn geography, kn nature, ride, swim 8. Climb, Intimidate, Survival 10. Perception 13.

Increasingly frustrated, Corum aims and fires again.

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

Bit of luck 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

Crit confirm 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Bit of luck to confirm the crit 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

Dam 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Bit of luck 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Dam 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

He shouts a challenge. "Stand before me coward!"


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Malesinder burned for another 1d6 ⇒ 6 fire damage at the start of her turn from the searing arrow.

Corrleon stands tall and straight beneath Malesinder's assault, the general's attack barely chilling him. "It's finished, Malesinder!"

Longbow: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23 for: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Longbow: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17 for: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Status:

HP: 40/84
Cold Resist: 10
AC: 19 (17 T / 12 FF)
CMD: 21
F/R/W: +14/+11/+14
Lay on Hands remaining: 0/11
Smite Evil remaining: 0/3
Divine Bond remaining: 0/1
Stormlure remaining: 0/1
Hunter's Cloak minutes remaining: 6/10

Ongoing Effects
Favored Terrain (cold): +4 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Favored Terrain (urban): +2 bonus on initiative, Knowledge (geo), Perception, Stealth, & Survival
Aspect of the Falcon: +3 competence perception, +1 to hit, crits = 19-20/x3


Male Elven wizard spellsage 11 Init +2, ppt +14,fort +6, ref +6,will +13(+2 vs enchantments) cmb 4,cmd 16, ba +5,ac16,touch 12,ff 14,hp 69

Staggering under the massive blast of freezing air Elleross cries out in agony as his skin blisters and burns from the cold.
Joints half frozen and his body wracked with frostbite he staggers away from the dragon, seeking shelter

hp 6 / 52
full round action j to enter the tent to the north of me.


That additional fire damage finished her, she was on 2hp

Corrleon, regretful but stoic, fires once again, the arrows thudding home in the General's chest. Determined to die as she lived - with a sword in hand and not on her knees before her enemies - Malesinder drops from the sky and lands atop on of her command tents, it's canvas folding over her like a shroud.

Combat Over

The siege of Spurhorn is truly broken


Male Half elf Invulnerable rager 11 | Hp 137 (192) | AC 23 (T15, F20) | F11 (16), R8, W6 (11) NOTE: +3 vs spell, spell-like or supernatural | Attack 16/11/6 (26/21/16), range 13/8/3 | DR 5/- | RAGE 26 rounds CMB 11 (12). CMD 23 (24) skills: Dis dev, escape, sleight, stealth 1. Fly 3. Craft, handle 4. Acrobat, kn geography, kn nature, ride, swim 8. Climb, Intimidate, Survival 10. Perception 13.

"Yes!" Corum shows his bow and draws his sword as he walks to the fallen General. He unceremoniously removing her head and stuffs it in a sack before moving to the tent that Elleross his in. "She's dead Ellri. I got her head!"


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Corrleon plants the heel of his bow in the torn up, muddied, and bloodied snow by his feet and leans on it like a staff. He wears a grim frown on his face as he watches several of the travelers tend toward the swordswoman and the bloodthirsty one claims his trophy before pursuing their wizard.

He hangs his head, shaking it as he looses a soft sigh.


Male Elf Alchemist 11 | HP 80 | AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 15 | Perc 17 | Fort +11, Ref +13, Will +7

Grayston doesn't cheer he just moves next to Sapphire and collapse attempting to speak over ragged breaths.

"Are you ok?" He see's her move but his stomach is a flutter of butterflies.


Loot:

Rimeblade
Bracers of armor +3
Gold necklace (worth 800 gp),
Silver-chased scabbard (worth 450 gp)
Truefrost Elixir x2


Male Half elf Invulnerable rager 11 | Hp 137 (192) | AC 23 (T15, F20) | F11 (16), R8, W6 (11) NOTE: +3 vs spell, spell-like or supernatural | Attack 16/11/6 (26/21/16), range 13/8/3 | DR 5/- | RAGE 26 rounds CMB 11 (12). CMD 23 (24) skills: Dis dev, escape, sleight, stealth 1. Fly 3. Craft, handle 4. Acrobat, kn geography, kn nature, ride, swim 8. Climb, Intimidate, Survival 10. Perception 13.

Corum picks up the similar. "Nice blade. Anyone want it?"


Female Mwangi Human Heavens Shaman 10 | HP 83 | AC 18 FF 18 T11 | Saves +5/+3/+13 | Init +8 | Percep +8 (See in Darkness)

"Grey, stay here with her. I will be tending Elleross." With that, Lucrezzia hurries to the tent Elleross scurried into. "It's done an' we're lookin' ta move on." She lifts the tent flap and steps in, examining the room and then focusing on Elleross. "Tha be grave, but no too bad." With a word she summons healing magic and settles the old man's wounds.

Cure Critical Wounds: 4d8 + 10 ⇒ (4, 1, 6, 8) + 10 = 29


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Corrleon looses another soft sigh, then slings his bow over his shoulder and stalks over to Malesinder's banner, still blowing and swaying in the sharp chill wind of the plains. With a glance back over his shoulder at the towering heights of Spurhorn's walls, he rips down the banner with a sudden jerk, casting it to the churned up snowy mud at his feet.

Striding over to a fire ring nearby, he tosses a small pouch into the center of it and watches it smolder. After a few moments and a handful of energetic sparks, the contents ignite and a plume of green smoke spirals upward to the sky signaling their victory to all who can see.

The tall, willowy triaxian then returns to the others, weariness and grief more plain upon him than all the blood and soot and dirt from battle.


Moments later the harrying air troops land beside you, the last of Malesinder's army scattering along the valley.

Pharamol dismounts and looks down at the fallen General before turning a slow circle, taking in the burning tents of Malensinder's camp, the broken bodies of hundred of Triaxians and Dragonkin - enemy and ally alike on the valley floor and the cracked but still standing walls of his own fortress.

If he takes pleasure in the victory he does not show it.

Thank you. he says simply. You have helped me save my people. The eagle, and any other help I can give you is yours to take. I don't pretend to understand where you have come from or how you came here, but is the eagle enough to set you once again on your way?


Male Elven wizard spellsage 11 Init +2, ppt +14,fort +6, ref +6,will +13(+2 vs enchantments) cmb 4,cmd 16, ba +5,ac16,touch 12,ff 14,hp 69

Sheltering just inside the doorway to the tent Elleross leans heavily on one of the support poles, the pain he feels is intense .
Breathing a sigh of relief as Corum sounds their victory he begins to emerge when suddenly Lucrezzias is there and her blessed healing magic begins to repai the damage done to him.

thank you Lucrezzia, he says with a sigh of relief it is over, at last he says as she helps him outside in time for him to see Corrleon tearing down malisinders banners.

this is a hard won victory Corrleon, but it is a victory nonetheless. I only hope it is enough to help your people he says moving across to the bowman, he can see the regret and grief written plain upon his face.
It is not long before Pharamol re joins them and Elleross bods wearily at his words
we can only hope the eagle leads us to the next stage of our journey. We shall know soon enough


Female Mwangi Human Heavens Shaman 10 | HP 83 | AC 18 FF 18 T11 | Saves +5/+3/+13 | Init +8 | Percep +8 (See in Darkness)

"But we ask be that next stage have a Triaxian exile, or will ya be stayin' were ya may be unwelcome?"


Male Half elf Invulnerable rager 11 | Hp 137 (192) | AC 23 (T15, F20) | F11 (16), R8, W6 (11) NOTE: +3 vs spell, spell-like or supernatural | Attack 16/11/6 (26/21/16), range 13/8/3 | DR 5/- | RAGE 26 rounds CMB 11 (12). CMD 23 (24) skills: Dis dev, escape, sleight, stealth 1. Fly 3. Craft, handle 4. Acrobat, kn geography, kn nature, ride, swim 8. Climb, Intimidate, Survival 10. Perception 13.

Corum nods in respect to Corrleon. "Aye you're handy in a scrap. What do you say? Want to join us lad? You'd be welcome."


Male Elf Alchemist 11 | HP 80 | AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 15 | Perc 17 | Fort +11, Ref +13, Will +7

Grayston places a hand around Sapphire, needing just some contact for himself more than anything else. "We came for the bird, we will be on our way soon and we'll be the better for it. But we may need some supplies."

He rubs Sapphire's arm. "We'll be off soon."


Previously on Reign of Winter - start of this book:

There is nothing special about the items, they are exactly as deacribed. It seems like the ravens dropped them in a specific way though, a two headed eagle with a drinking horn and an iron spur, and then a bearskin rug with with an elephant tusk and a small hand Mirror


Male Half elf Invulnerable rager 11 | Hp 137 (192) | AC 23 (T15, F20) | F11 (16), R8, W6 (11) NOTE: +3 vs spell, spell-like or supernatural | Attack 16/11/6 (26/21/16), range 13/8/3 | DR 5/- | RAGE 26 rounds CMB 11 (12). CMD 23 (24) skills: Dis dev, escape, sleight, stealth 1. Fly 3. Craft, handle 4. Acrobat, kn geography, kn nature, ride, swim 8. Climb, Intimidate, Survival 10. Perception 13.

"Well Commander, if you could fly us back to the fortress we can get the eagle and be Bout our business. As much fun as your siege we, I already feel this damned curse pulling me. We need to be on our way."


Male Elven wizard spellsage 11 Init +2, ppt +14,fort +6, ref +6,will +13(+2 vs enchantments) cmb 4,cmd 16, ba +5,ac16,touch 12,ff 14,hp 69

Elleross makes his way across to the others and he answers the commander
the eagle I suspect is but one piece of the puzzle we have to solve here, we may need to locate other objects.
We were shown some cryptic clues, the eagle being one of them the others were a bearskin rug with an elephants tusk and the last a small hand mirror.
We may have two more objects to locate and any assistance you could offer us in finding them would be gratefully received.
For now though we should return to the fortress and see this eagle


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As Elleross shares the riddle of the hut, Corrleon exchanges a look with Pharamol. There is a pregnant pause before he turns from the commander to regard the travelers. When he speaks, his tone is weighty and grave, "This hut you came here within speaks of Ivoryglass; it is known to us. It is Yrax's fortress and seat of power." He then turns back to Pharamol, hoping the general will hasten their return to Spurhorn to discuss this revelation further.


Come, let's be away from here. Pharamol says before ordering his flying flotilla to ferry the group back to Spurhorn.

There, the treatment of the wounded is well underway.

Hundreds of enemy bodies are being stacked in the courtyard ready for disposal while shell-shocked soldiers wander aimlessly among the ruined buildings and half crumbling walls. Others are well into their cups and celebrating as they might after such a mighty victory.

You can rest now as you wish in comfort and with the freedom to move among the fortress. If there are any NPCs you wish to check on then now is the time to do it before/as you plan your next moves and discuss what Corrleon mentioned about Ivoryglass.


Male Elven wizard spellsage 11 Init +2, ppt +14,fort +6, ref +6,will +13(+2 vs enchantments) cmb 4,cmd 16, ba +5,ac16,touch 12,ff 14,hp 69

Ivoryglass? We would also call the tusks of such animals ivory.
This is the name of Yrax’s fortress? Of course it would be, such is our luck. Corrleon we will speak of this some more, once we are back in the fortress and we have access to strong wine and some food
he says placing his hand on the warriors shoulder thank you for your aid today, things may have turned out differently without you

The flight back filled Elleross with sadness, to see so many dead and wounded it was a terrible sight.
Weary and aching beyond words he nonetheless felt the pull of the curse, the urge to go on, to find Baba Yaga.

Commander, the urge to see this eagle is strong upon us but I think we can wait until tomorrow, we need to rest and heal. Plus there is much for you to do here, care for your wounded, bury your dead and restore order to your house.
ellesross says wearily and with the others they return to their quarters to get cleaned up.

so after we get cleaned up is there going to be a feast or something? We could all do with a good feast ! It’s been a long day :)


There will not be a feast. Basic rations in the mess hall as usual. Some of the soldiers are celebrating in isolated pockets, but mostly they are tired to their bones, injured, mourning their friends and wary of another offensive.

Sorry, Elleros.


You can rest without incident by the way and reconvene the next day.


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Corrleon remains somber and quiet during the flight back to Spurhorn and spares only the simplest and barest of pleasantries for anyone after they land. He returns to his assigned quarters and spends some time washing the dirt and blood and mud of battle from his body and fur.

Once clean, he changes into a fresh set of clothes, little more than a simple jerkin and breeches, and sets out for the chapel. Wordlessly, he presses open the large doors and slips inside. He steps up to an altar along the right side of the chamber after closing the doors, and with slow, precise and deliberate motions, proceeds to light a pair of spiraled candles which flank a bowl of incense. Once the candles are lit, he dips them in unison into the bowl, lighting its fragrant contents and watches for a moment as the blue smoke twists and curls upward.

Corrleon knew Apsu had brought him to a precipice. Lucrezzia and Corum had both asked for his aid, though neither could have realized the weight of the request. Wrestling with the fate before him, he kneels in prayer and does the only he thing he knows to do with his worries, his fears, and his troubled soul; he brings them to Apsu in prayer.


Female Mwangi Human Heavens Shaman 10 | HP 83 | AC 18 FF 18 T11 | Saves +5/+3/+13 | Init +8 | Percep +8 (See in Darkness)

Once back to the sparse quarters of the Spurhorn Lucrezzia finds her cot and passes out on it. Her last thought of the damned eagle and the next steps to the grandmother of all witches...


Male Half elf Invulnerable rager 11 | Hp 137 (192) | AC 23 (T15, F20) | F11 (16), R8, W6 (11) NOTE: +3 vs spell, spell-like or supernatural | Attack 16/11/6 (26/21/16), range 13/8/3 | DR 5/- | RAGE 26 rounds CMB 11 (12). CMD 23 (24) skills: Dis dev, escape, sleight, stealth 1. Fly 3. Craft, handle 4. Acrobat, kn geography, kn nature, ride, swim 8. Climb, Intimidate, Survival 10. Perception 13.

Back at the fortress Corum does what, in his opinion, any man of sound mind would do having just survived such a bitter battle. He proceeds to the nearest mess hall and largest tankard of ale he can find.

He takes a seat at a table with some of the garrison and sets to with gusto.

"there any food around here lads?" They just shrug and smile at his foreign tongue so he mimics biting and chewing.

They mid and point him toward the far end of the hall where the crowd is thick. He gets up and wanders off. Pushing through the crowd he find a long table laden with meat and bread. He grabs a hunch of red meat and walks back along the room chewing and drink7ng.

His space at the table is taken so he sits on the floor against the wall and continues his feast.


Male Elven wizard spellsage 11 Init +2, ppt +14,fort +6, ref +6,will +13(+2 vs enchantments) cmb 4,cmd 16, ba +5,ac16,touch 12,ff 14,hp 69

Stripping off his furs with difficulty Elleross cleans himself up as best he can, the flesh that was frost bitten though now healed felt bruised and tender to the touch and every movement was a chore. He felt his years and more.
Pulling on some fresh clothing he felt exhausted and yet restless at the same time.
Throwing a heavy cloak around his shoulders he reaches into his bag and drew out the small finely carved box that Dell had given him as his parting gift.
Tracing the fine copper filigree he pops it open and savours the smell of the fine Sargarvan tobacco inside.
Taking the box and his pipe he ascends the fortress and soon from nds himself atop the battlements gazing out across the strange landscape of this world.
I wonder what adventures you are having Dell? Nothing like this I’ll wager he says to himself as he fills his pipe and lights it.
Drawing in a deep lungful of the aromatic tobacco he blows out a steady stream of smoke rings as he leans on the battlements his thoughts far away as he contemplates the hardships yet to come.
Eventually the cold and his weariness force him back inside and he falls into a troubled restless sleep


Male Elf Alchemist 11 | HP 80 | AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 15 | Perc 17 | Fort +11, Ref +13, Will +7

Greyston makes sure Sapphire is settled in he takes her to bed and lets her rest off the day. Offering to do anything she needs as long as she rests. He makes up some tea and then leaves her.

He goes out on to the battlements and looks out at the battles field at all the death and destruction. All this for some high rock. He bitter wind hits him and feels nothing, his blood is ice flowing through his veins he knows he's tired he knows how each muscle aches but he stands and looks out at the wintery landscape. There is a certain beauty being here in such a strange world. But he just takes out his flask and drinks it empty, the bitterness all gone and replaced with a warm familiarity. Taking a deep breath to the point his lung burn and then he lets out a loud cry.


Male Half elf Invulnerable rager 11 | Hp 137 (192) | AC 23 (T15, F20) | F11 (16), R8, W6 (11) NOTE: +3 vs spell, spell-like or supernatural | Attack 16/11/6 (26/21/16), range 13/8/3 | DR 5/- | RAGE 26 rounds CMB 11 (12). CMD 23 (24) skills: Dis dev, escape, sleight, stealth 1. Fly 3. Craft, handle 4. Acrobat, kn geography, kn nature, ride, swim 8. Climb, Intimidate, Survival 10. Perception 13.

Corum eats his fill and drinks his ale but cannot understand the language spoken around him and he grows bored. He stands and grabs a bottle of some harsh liquor from the bar. He takes a drink and wanders up to the battlements. Spying a solitary figure he walks over and lead next to him against the wall.

"Beautiful it is. The mountains and snow remind me of home."

He catches the grimace that briefly flickers across Greyston's face.

"You don't like me much do you Grey?"

He pushes the bottle toward the alchemists "Here, bought you one. "

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