Reign of Winter AP (Inactive)

Game Master ianbl

A PbP adventure going through the Reign of Winter AP.

Currently inside the Pale Tower


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The sleepy village of Heldren has rarely seen so much excitement or concern. Hunters from the nearby Border Wood speak of unnaturally cold weather at the height of summer that descended on the forest just days ago. Heavy snows followed, and those who returned spoke of an uneasy presence in the woods, as well as new, dangerous predators. No one knows what this event means, but the town's soothsayer, Old Mother Theodora, claims dark times lie ahead.

As in proof of that dire prophecy, a badly wounded mercenary arrived in town yesterday, claiming to be a bodyguard of Lady Argentea Malassene. He told the village council that the noblewoman's escort came under attack by bandits and strange, wintry creatures near the edge of the Border Wood. He alone escaped, and Lady Argentea was dragged away into the forest. Now the townsfolk cast fearful eyes toward the snowy forest, worried what else might emerge to threaten the peaceful village.

Igmar, Arkady and Yagello:

Igmar Cratebearer, Arkady Szriakou and Yagello all arrived in Heledren yesterday, each one arriving from a different direction and also intending to depart the next day their own way. With no formal inn to speak of, the three converged on a tavern named The White Stoat in the town square. Inside, husband and wife proprietors Menander and Kale Garimos welcomed the travelers inside, offering hot food, and at least a corner of the room to sleep in for the night. While the three were an unlikely group, they sat down to a meal together at the remaining free bench.

While the majority of the patrons appeared to be locals that knew each other, the group noticed a weathered but young woman enter the tavern late in the evening, who did not converse with others in the room. She spoke briefly to Kale Garimos, but other than that did not converse with the other patrons at the tavern.

The White Stoat was filled with rumors over the evening meal, and many were gossiping over the cold and snow just a short journey away. Despite the relative tranquility of the morning meal the next day, the stories from visitors to the tavern had grown even more outlandish overnight, speaking of the injured Ulfen bodyguard that arrived late yesterday. Even the woman from the day before, still sitting apart from the others, appeared to be listening.

The villagers coming in to the tavern to break their fast were noticeably uneasy. Even though most of the stories were contradictory or impossible, the three travelers did all agree that the weather was noticeably cooler from the day before. The air felt more like the first wisps of winter rather than the warmth of a midsummer day that was normal for the month of Erastus.

The woman in the tavern is Sarya.

Caelia:

Caelia Taviskin had been not yet been summoned by Elder Natharen Safander for her services. Heldren was a small town, and the only temple was dedicated to Erastil. Natharen, who was the head cleric of the temple and sat on the village council, permitted a variety of faiths to be worshiped at the site, and Caelia's power with the sick was frequently called upon by worshipers of all types. So when she heard from Alma that an injured man was being tended to by Elder Natharen himself, Caelia knew that this was not the usual farming mishap or nettle rash.

The temple was not immune to gossip, and in the morning Caelia heard that the man had been stabilized, and that he had spoken with the town council as well. Intrigued, Caelia wondered if her friend Aishe had heard anything from Old Mother Theodora, who would probably have been called to town council for advice.

Aishe:

Aishe Grynne had heard nothing but warnings from Old Mother Theodora since the weather turned cold, and had been casually dismissing them since they started. Aishe appreciated everything Theodora had helped her with, especially helping her control and use her innate magical abilities. Aishe never really understood Theodora's prophecies, and she couldn't help but laugh off the old woman's warnings of eternal cold.

Aishe became more convinced when she heard the stories villagers were telling about the cold in the Border Wood, and when Theodora was called away to come to the town hall yesterday, Aishe exerted a great amount of patience to wait at home for Theodora to come back late that night.

Theodora did not speak of what had happened in town, only pausing in her nightly rituals of prophecy to shake her head sadly or cluck her tongue. In the morning, Theodora only spoke in vague terms, hoping her warnings would not come to pass in this age of lost omens.

Sarya:

Sarya Melisandra entered town late yesterday, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She went directly to only tavern in town and took up in inconspicuous place in The White Stoat, listening to the rumors being passed around the room. She recognized the majority of the patrons, but there were a group of three strangers at one table in the opposite corner of the room that clearly stood out, two humans and a dwarf. These three were obviously passing through, but were clearly caught up in the rumors as well.

Sarya asked Kale Garimos, who co-owned The White Stoat with her husband, permission to stay the night. Kale recognized Sarya after studying her for a few moments, and immediately offered a corner of the tavern floor to pass the night. The three strangers also spent the night, but did not approach Sarya.

In the morning, Sarya heard many stories from the villagers coming into the tavern for the morning meal, speaking of a injured Ulfen bodyguard that arrived late yesterday. Sarya wondered if Caelia had been working on healing the man overnight, and if Aishe would know anything about this weather. The weather had grown colder over the night, and she could feel the chill in the air.

The three travelers are Igmar, Arkady and Yagello

Here is a map of Heldren, along with a few key locations. I will add additional details to this map as they are encountered.

Igmar, Arkady and Yagello are now acquaintances, having spent the last night together as the only traveling coming through town yesterday. They are aware of Sarya, but have not been formally introduced. They know little of Heldren at this point.

Sarya is aware of Igmar, Arkady and Yagello, but has not formally introduced herself. Sarya knows most people and places in town, but may be slightly unfamiliar with things, having been away for a couple of years. She knows Caelia and Aishe, but her weathered appearance means she can chose to appear as a stranger for the time being. At this point, only Kale Garimos in the tavern knows Sarya is in town.

Caelia and Aishe are friends and know each other well. Both also know of Sarya and would recognize her if they were looking for her, but otherwise have not heard from Sarya for a couple of years, and are not expecting to see her. Caelia and Aishe also know most people and places in Heldren

Due to being from Heldren, Caelia, Aishe & Sarya can perform Knowledge(Local) checks untrained. Additionally, Caelia and Aishe receive a +10 bonus and Sarya receives a +5 bonus to these checks. These modifications to Knowledge(Local) checks only apply while within Heldren.


Male Human (Varisian) Rogue 1/Wizard 1 Status: AC 11, 7/13 hit points

His coined scarves jingling slightly as he moves, the Varisian studies the cards layed out in front of him, only barely noticing his overnight companions sitting at the same table.

"The Midwife revealing the Avalanche ... some sudden and possibly disastrous event will be precipitated by a single person's choices. And this ... this is most troubling ..."

At this, he seems to suddenly remember he is not alone, and looks at Igmar and Yagello. "The Mute Hag covering the Dance, reversed. There is much sorrow there, my friends, much sorrow. And then there is this ... He pets his white hare affectionately, and pulls up a few loose hairs. "Whatever you may think of the Harrow, rabbit fur does not lie. He is definitely growing a winter coat much sooner in the season than usual."

Looking again at his cards, he points to three in the center. "The Wanderer and the Foreign Trader revealing the Hidden Truth ... some who are not of this area will be needed to discover what is happening. Perhaps there is more to our arrival here at the same time than mere coincidence, eh? I think I might go see what that Ulfen guard has to say. Perhaps our skills could be of service?"


Female Human (Taldan) Druid 1

Sarya had been discreetly studying the men she shared the inn with nearly the entire night. They weren't from around here, that much was for sure. Each of the strangers seemed acquainted with the road and were armed. That was a start...and more than she could say about half the town of Heldren. After deciding to ask these three for their help, the young druid spent the rest of the night lost in her own thoughts; pondering to herself about how to introduce herself and her plight to the three of them in a way that would gain their assistance. The news of the wounded bodyguard that spread throughout the inn over the course of the night finally gave her a place to start.

The next morning, Sarya gathers her courage and approaches the group from the night before. She stops short of the table when she sees the cards laid across the table. A look of skepticism is evident on her face but Sarya gives the fortune teller a chance to finish as she quietly observes him.

When the man finishes his card reading, Sarya steps forward and speaks. "He's right. At least about the cold, anyway. It's not natural." She trails off a bit before motioning to an empty spot at the table. "Do you mind?


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Male Human (Varisian) Rogue 1/Wizard 1 Status: AC 11, 7/13 hit points

"Not at all." Arkady nods and smiles. "You seemed to prefer your own company last night, so I didn't wish to bother you. I am Arkady, of the Szriakou. I am a fair way from my homeland, so I wasn't sure how to interpret the early winter signs. You agree there is more here than just a change in the season, then?"

Arkady looks down at the hare, which is silently twitching its whiskers and appears to be unconcerned with its surroundings. "It seems Rom likes you. He's a generally a good judge of character, I've found."


Quick Stats:
AC 13 (*14 w/ shield), 10, 13* (+4 v. giants); F3, R4, W4 (+2 v. spells, Spell-like, poison; +4 v. sonic, language-dependent); CMB 3, CMD 13; Init. +0; Prcpt +5
Status:
HP 19/21; Bardic Performance 8/8; Spells: 1st 2/3; Cold Iron Arrows: 17, Arrows: 20, Alchemist's Fire: 10

"Please, sit," Igmar booms, smiling jovially at the new arrival. He turns back to the diviner.

"I would certainly be willing to join you and speak to the northlander. I have been traveling aimlessly for quite a while now, and would be thankful to find some way that I can be of help." He pauses for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought:

"And thankful for some companions to travel with, if that's where this situation leads us."

Igmar looks down, slightly embarrassed at his not-so-subtle plea for companionship, and instinctively reaches back to grasp the long braid of his hair, hoping the others didn't notice, or didn't mind too terribly much.

Remembering his manners suddenly, he addresses Sarya.

"Forgive me for my rudeness. I am Igmar Cratebearer of Highhelm in the Five Kings Mountains. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. "


Male Human (Taldan) Ranger 2 (Skirmisher) HP 14/22 AC 20

Yagello regards Arkady with an expression hinting at annoyance mixed with amusement. He opens his mouth to speak but then reconsiders upon seeing Sarya approach their table.

"Yes, mi' lady, please join us. Here, I believe my chair is the most comfortable one of the bunch. Please sit down for a spell."

He stands and pulls out his chair, gesturing with an open palm. His sword, a long and thin blade, swings at his hip accidentally hitting the table as he rises. He sheepishly smiles a thin smile and says, "Pleased to make everyone's acquaintance. I am Yagello of Oppara."


Female Human (Taldan) Druid 1

Sarya gives Yagello a look of surprise and confusion when he offers up his seat. Still, she takes him up on the offer and joins the others at their table. After everyone makes their introductions, she introduces herself as well. "Sarya. It's nice to meet all of you." Her gaze seems to settle on the rabbit, a slight grin on her face as she studies it.

After a few moments, she looks up from the rabbit and looks around at the others gathered at the table. "I couldn't help but overhear you talking about the injured man that recently rode into town. Are you really planning on helping him?"


Male Human (Taldan) Ranger 2 (Skirmisher) HP 14/22 AC 20

Yagello's gaze alternates between Sarya and Igmar, and his piercing silvery-blue eyes give both a potent discerning look. Perhaps, I've met two kindred spirits here. I already feel more comfortable in this moment than I have in a long time.

"Yes, I believe we need to help this Ulfen guard, not so much for his sake but for the sake of his mistress. I shudder to think what she may be going through all alone in those dark woods. The forest to me is like a second skin, but in my experience the Taldan bearded are far more at ease in their palatial villas than anything outdoors..."

He also nods to Igmar, "Friend dwarf, I have also been traveling alone and without direction for some time now. It's not an easy life on the road, so maybe our skills can be of some assistance in this little hamlet."


Male Human (Varisian) Rogue 1/Wizard 1 Status: AC 11, 7/13 hit points

Arkady gathers up his cards, puts them back in a cloth bag and tucks them into a pocket.

"I agree, things are clearly not right here. Let us see what we can do to help. Hopefully the guard will be able to tell us what happened, and give us a place to start."


F Half-elf NG Sorcerer 1 | AC 13 (16*) T 12 FF 11 (14*) | HP 7/7 | F +2 R +2 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +3 (* Mage armor)

Unable to elicit anything she would call an intelligible response from Old Theodora that morning, only more muttered complaints about not having her omens taken seriously until it would be too late, Aishe finished her chores before leaving the cottage she shared with the old woman. As she closed the door behind her, Growler looked up from where he was laying by the side of the house, his muzzle quivering slightly as sniffed at her. "Stay where you are, friend. Keep an eye on Theodora for me, will you? I think whatever is happening is really upsetting her. I'll be back shortly." Leaning down to ruffle the wolf's fur, Aishe is surprised by how thick it has started growing. <Well, it's not just us two-legs that think it's getting improbably cold for midsummer, then.> Giving Growler a final affectionate scratch between his ears, she turned and walked toward the village square.

Since she couldn't get anything from her mistress Aishe would have to ask around the village for news herself. Rumors would be flowing like cheap wine between the other inhabitants of Heldren, as by now no-one could deny that something supernatural was going on with the weather in the woods. The priest at the temple would probably have been present at the Town Hall meeting last night, so that was where she headed for now, but if Aishe got no news there the Silver Stoat would be her next best option. Even this early in the day there would be locals and travelers alike sampling the tavern's board of fare and gossiping. Failing any new revelations from the patrons there, all she could think to do for now would be to go looking for Caelia instead and see if her friend knew anything about recent events...


Quick Stats:
AC 13 (*14 w/ shield), 10, 13* (+4 v. giants); F3, R4, W4 (+2 v. spells, Spell-like, poison; +4 v. sonic, language-dependent); CMB 3, CMD 13; Init. +0; Prcpt +5
Status:
HP 19/21; Bardic Performance 8/8; Spells: 1st 2/3; Cold Iron Arrows: 17, Arrows: 20, Alchemist's Fire: 10

The dwarf nods all around

"Not an easy life indeed. Well, there's no need to delay. Let us see what we can discover."

With that, Igmar rises, checks to make sure his pick and shield are secured to his back, and waits for the others to rise as well.


Female Human (Taldan) Druid 1

When the others declare their willingness to help, Sarya lets out a sigh a relief as her posture relaxes, a weight seemingly lifted from her. "Well, that wasn't so hard..."

As the others prepare to leave, she'll stand as well, a slight smile on her face. "If you're going to speak with the guard, he's probably being cared for at the temple. I can show you where it is if you'd like."


Male Human (Varisian) Rogue 1/Wizard 1 Status: AC 11, 7/13 hit points

"No time like the present! Lead on!"


F Half-elf NG Sorcerer 1 | AC 13 (16*) T 12 FF 11 (14*) | HP 7/7 | F +2 R +2 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +3 (* Mage armor)

Perception to recognize Sarya as she emerges from The Silver Stoat with the others: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Walking into the village square and turning to her left towards the temple of Erastil, Aishe looked around at the activity in front of the Silver Stoat and the general store, but apart from a few acquaintances among the small gathering outside the store, she saw no-one she recognized. Nodding and waving in greeting towards some of the other villagers, she stepped briskly up the steps of the temple heading for the door, intending to find Elder Safander within and ask him what transpired at the council meeting last night that had Old Mother Theodora so out-of-sorts.


Female Human Cleric (Merciful Healer)

Sorry folks, I was out last night late playing with my old band... so this is my first chance to post.

Caelia had spent her morning at the temple, trying to make herself useful. Admittedly, the curiosity was eating away at her. It was unusual for Elder Safander to not call on her when somebody came injured to the temple, as Caelia had made herself very useful aiding him heal the sick and wounded.

Finally growing a little pensive and restless, Caelia decided to go for a walk if she could not make herself useful. As luck would so have it, she opened the doors at the very moment Aishe was bounding up the stairs to the temple. A smile crept onto her normally somewhat melancholic demeanor at the sight the closest friend she had made since arriving in Helden.

"Aishe, how good to see you. Today has been a most troubling, if not... strange day." Embracing her in a familiar way, Caelia steps back somewhat inquisitively "What brings you here today?"


F Half-elf NG Sorcerer 1 | AC 13 (16*) T 12 FF 11 (14*) | HP 7/7 | F +2 R +2 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +3 (* Mage armor)

"You know why I'm here already Caelia. Old Theodora won't stop muttering about doom and portents, Growler is growing a winter coat of fur in midsummer, and there's the injured man who rode in yesterday talking about things in the Border Wood stealing away his mistress."

Aishe stepped back and gave her usually grim friend a warm smile.

"So naturally I'm here to poke my nose into everyone else's business! Has Elder Safander told you anything about what the council discussed yesterday? My mistress is so busy worrying about her gloomy predictions I can't get any sense out of her."


Female Human Cleric (Merciful Healer)

Shaking her head somewhat disappointingly, Caelia hesitates a moment before answer "Well no, he hasn't said much to me." Looking about to ensure no others were eavesdropping, Caelia shoots a telling look at her friend "All I've heard is that the man Elder Safander was tending too has stabilized, and that the town council has interviewed him."

Lost in thought a moment, Caelia her eyes skyward while thinking aloud "It's all very unusual Aishe. Normally Elder Safander includes me when tending to the wounded. I can't help but feel something isn't right."


F Half-elf NG Sorcerer 1 | AC 13 (16*) T 12 FF 11 (14*) | HP 7/7 | F +2 R +2 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +3 (* Mage armor)

"I'm sure the Elder must have his reasons for not calling upon you and your healing powers. We just have to find out what that reason is, don't we?"


Elder Safander emerged from his private room, his door off the main hall the Caelia was standing in. His eyes quite red, he was obviously tired from the healing of the night before.

"Is that Aishe, Caelia? Just tell her the stranger's name is Yuln Oerstag, that's YOO-NAH. We've healed him up as much as possible, but the rest is going to be up to him. And he's not here, he's resting up at the Willowdale Apothecary. Ionnia will be there to let you in. Just let me get some rest!"

Safander closed his door again, his barked words still echoing inside the hallway.

Willowdale Apothecary has been added to the map. Heldren natives will know Councilor Ionnia Teppen as the head of town council and de facto mayor of Heldren.


Male Human (Taldan) Ranger 2 (Skirmisher) HP 14/22 AC 20

Yagello crosses the street and walks up the temple steps accompanying his new comrades, Arkady, Sarya, and Igmar. He abruptly stops halfway and wrinkles his nose. "Temples are not my favorite place to be in the world," he growls.

"When we meet this guard, we should learn the tactical arrangements of our enemies. Their composition, numbers, strategies; It is best to be prepared now than sorry later."


Female Human (Taldan) Druid 1

Sarya gladly leads those who wish to follow her outside and toward the temple of Erastil. The trip is a short one but even in that time it's obvious that Sarya is acting a bit strange. Her eyes dart around the town, as if looking for something. Whenever the group draws close to anyone from the village, she turns her face away or holds her head down in an attempt to hide.

When the group approaches outside the temple, Sarya freezes abruptly at the sight of the two women chatting on the stairs of the temple. She quickly turns around to those following her and gives a nervous smile. "Umm...on second thought...he's...uhh...probably not here. Maybe we should try somewhere else?"


Male Human (Varisian) Rogue 1/Wizard 1 Status: AC 11, 7/13 hit points

Sense Motive to notice Sarya's odd behavior: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Oblivious to Sarya's motivations, Arkady just looks at her and says, "Oh? What makes you think that? Where else would he be likely to be?"


F Half-elf NG Sorcerer 1 | AC 13 (16*) T 12 FF 11 (14*) | HP 7/7 | F +2 R +2 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +3 (* Mage armor)

"Well that isn't what I was going to ask about," Aishe smiles slyly, "but if the Elder wants to tell me to go and speak with this Yuln Oerstag, who am I to argue? Are you coming Caelia? I know that under that calm exterior of yours that you're just as curious as I am, and we shouldn't keep the Councilwoman waiting."

Twirling around atop the steps of the temple, Aishe pauses as she sees the group of strangers approaching. <That girl looks familiar, but who...?>

Perception to recognize Sarya this time: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Her eyes widen slightly, and she halts on the upper step of the temple stairs, blinking in surprise. "Sarya? Why it is you! I didn't know you were back, and after all of this time." Aishe suddenly launches herself down the stairs and engulfs the Taldan girl in a hug, ignoring the male dwarf and the two male humans accompanying Sarya for now.

"Where have you been hiding, girl!?"


Male Human (Taldan) Ranger 2 (Skirmisher) HP 14/22 AC 20

Sense Motive to notice Sarya's strange actions: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Note that my +2 bonus comes from humans being Yagello's favored enemy.

What's gotten into that girl? Is she on the lam from the law? My instincts are usually right about people, but could I've been wrong this time?

Almost without thinking, Yagello's hand finds the hilt of his blade, and he finds comfort in the smooth, cold metal. His train of thought is abruptly broken by the sight of the half-elven woman suddenly embracing Sarya. Lowering his guard down a degree, a bemused expression forms over his clean-shaven face.

"Are we interrupting a family reunion of some sorts or do I get a hug too?"


Female Human (Taldan) Druid 1

"Well...we could-", Sarya begins responding to Arkady but stops mid-sentence, nearly jumping in shock when she hears her name called out. Her shoulders slumped slightly as she sighed and turned around only to see Aishe barreling at her. Sarya's eyes widen at the sight as she reflexively takes a step back but unfortunately not far back enough to escape the half-elf that had flung herself at Sarya.

Sarya stands petrified as Aishe hugs her, not really sure how to respond. After a few uncomfortable seconds, Sarya finally pulls herself away from Aishe and speaks with a hushed tone hiding a hint of frustration. "What are you doing?! Could you be any louder?"


F Half-elf NG Sorcerer 1 | AC 13 (16*) T 12 FF 11 (14*) | HP 7/7 | F +2 R +2 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +3 (* Mage armor)

"Me, loud? Don't be silly. It's not as if you have to hide from anything around here. This is your home, or have you forgotten?" Aishe looked her long absent friend over from head to foot, "I can see there have been a few changes over time, however."

Glancing at the tall human, whom she noted was incongruously carrying a sheathed Elven curve blade, Aishe raised an eyebrow and smiled at the impertinent comment. "No hugs for you, at least not until Sarya performs proper introductions! Are these your companions, Sarya?"


Female Human Cleric (Merciful Healer)

Nodding at Aishe's suggestion, Caelia's quiet sigh hardly hides her curiosity "Yes of course, let's be off to Councilor Teppen's then."

Stopping behind Aishe, Caelia transfixes her gaze on the human woman amongst the trio, a woman strangely familiar to her. Upon hearing Aishe breath her name and embrace her as though a sister, Caelia smiles warmly at the realization, but nevertheless chooses to hang back and observe Sarya before engaging.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

That was a strange response to seeing an old friend. Is something amiss?

In a more reserved though not unfriendly manner, Caelia approaches Sarya but speaks in a more hushed manner "Sarya, it's lovely to see you after all this time. Would you like to introduce us to your companions?"


Female Human (Taldan) Druid 1

Sarya spends a few moments glaring at Aishe before giving a defeated sigh. "The tall one is Yagello. The brightly colored one is Arkady. And the dwarf is Igmar." Sarya points to each of her new companions as she introduces them. When she finishes, her eyes settle on Caelia. "They're interested in helping the bodyguard that came into town. We need to see him."


Male Human (Varisian) Rogue 1/Wizard 1 Status: AC 11, 7/13 hit points

Bowing deeply to both Caelia and Aishe, Arkady says, "Greetings, friends, from a friend. I am Arkady, of the Szriakou. We three were travelling through town each on our own business, but heard the news this morning and hoped perhaps we might be of assistance. Sarya was kind enough to offer to make introductions at the temple, but had a thought that perhaps the injured guard might actually be resting elsewhere."

Smiling and being as honestly charming as he can, he asks, "Is that sufficient introduction for one of those mighty hugs?"


F Half-elf NG Sorcerer 1 | AC 13 (16*) T 12 FF 11 (14*) | HP 7/7 | F +2 R +2 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +3 (* Mage armor)

Seemingly oblivious to the daggers shooting at her from Sarya's eyes, Aishe turned and gave a parody of a curtsy to Yagello, Arkady and Igmar. "I'm Aishe, a friend of our long-lost Sarya here, despite whatever she may be thinking in that head of hers." Indicating the raven-haired beauty with the dark blues eyes next to her, "And this is Caelia, the best healer in the village, and also a friend of Sarya. And I'm going to keep repeating that until Sarya gets it through her thick skull that I mean it!"

"As for the wounded man, Caelia and I were just about to go the apothecary, where he's resting after being healed last night. I don't know what Councillor Ionnia will make of half-a-dozen strangers showing up to see the patient, but apparently she's over there with the man, Yuln Oerstag, right now. So if you want to speak with him too, you'd best all come with us!"

Looking at Arkady and Yagello, and arching another eyebrow at them, "As for hugs, Sarya is a special case, since no-one here has seen her for several years! I'm not about to give the local wives more ammunition for gossip about me by hugging strange men in the village square. I will, however, consent to pat that cute white hare, whose nose I see poking out of your sash there."

Diplomacy, to put the strangers at their ease, and to try and calm Sarya down: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Sense Motive to try and determine why Sarya is being so grumpy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

<I wish I knew what's eating away at Sarya. I thought she'd be happy to see Caelia and I after so many years... what happened to her while she was away?>


Male Human (Varisian) Rogue 1/Wizard 1 Status: AC 11, 7/13 hit points

Arkady smiles warmly and lifts the hare from his sash. "This is Rom, my travelling companion. He has always been my good luck charm, and keeps me alert to danger."

With a nod he acknowledges Aishe's comment about the wounded guard. "As you say, a troop of strangers might raise questions, but perhaps the Councillor will be more comfortable with you to speak for us?"


Male Human (Taldan) Ranger 2 (Skirmisher) HP 14/22 AC 20

Despite being a mighty warrior and all, Yagello's cheeks turn a bit red from all the fuss about his "hug" remark. He backpedals a step from the alluring half-elven woman in front of him and simply lowers his head in respectful deference.

"Yagello of Oppara, a traveler to your fair town."

Then almost in spite of himself, his jovial mood wins out over his more stoic nature, and he playfully adds, "Though I seem to have run out of cute animals for you to pet!"

He straightens after this last comment, ending things on a serious note, "Arkady makes good sense. One of you local lasses should speak for us, less we seem too pushy and obtrusive."

I've done enough bounty work in these kind of towns to know local magistrates and councilors aren't too accepting of strangers poking around...


Quick Stats:
AC 13 (*14 w/ shield), 10, 13* (+4 v. giants); F3, R4, W4 (+2 v. spells, Spell-like, poison; +4 v. sonic, language-dependent); CMB 3, CMD 13; Init. +0; Prcpt +5
Status:
HP 19/21; Bardic Performance 8/8; Spells: 1st 2/3; Cold Iron Arrows: 17, Arrows: 20, Alchemist's Fire: 10

Trying to stay out of the women's reunion, Igmar decides to make his presence known at last.

"Igmar Cratebearer of Highhelm in the Five Kings Mountains. A pleasure to meet you both." His booming voice echoes unintentionally as he speaks.

"I too concur with my new companions. We are here to offer aid, not make any demands. Lead on, if you wish."


Female Human (Taldan) Druid 1

Sarya crosses her arms and fidgets anxiously as the others make more proper introductions. When the conversation shifts back to business, a sly smile crosses Sarya's face. "That's a fantastic idea, Arkady. You wouldn't mind speaking to Ionnia for us would you Aishe?"


F Half-elf NG Sorcerer 1 | AC 13 (16*) T 12 FF 11 (14*) | HP 7/7 | F +2 R +2 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +3 (* Mage armor)

Sense motive as to why Sarya wants Aishe to do the introductions at the apothecary: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Smiling and inclining her head at each of the two men and the dwarf as they introduce themselves, Aishe doesn't even blink at Sarya's suggestion.

"I was going to head over to the Willowbark Apothecary anyway, and I was trying to get Caelia to come with me for additional support, or maybe if I'm honest as an additional means of distracting people from my being nosy again. So why not all of you as well? Let's go."


Male Human (Taldan) Ranger 2 (Skirmisher) HP 14/22 AC 20

"So we're all in agreement then? Aishe, you lead the way and we'll follow."

Yagello steps aside to let Aishe and the other women proceed first and then gets in line with the rest of the group. He rubs his arms ominously as a cold breeze makes its way through Heldren's narrow streets.


F Half-elf NG Sorcerer 1 | AC 13 (16*) T 12 FF 11 (14*) | HP 7/7 | F +2 R +2 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +3 (* Mage armor)

Aishe nods to the rest of the group and starts walking towards past the Silver Stoat and onto the west road running out of Heldren. Just beyond the tavern, and facing the road, is what appears to be a small, but tidy and well-stocked, herb garden, overlooked by large building which is almost tucked away behind the tavern. Some of the small plants in their neat rows within the garden are obviously suffering from the unseasonal cold.

"Tra-laa!" Sings Aishe with a flourish as she gestures towards the building behind the gardens, "You were closer to the injured man than you thought last night." Opening the low gate separating the herb garden from the road, she enters and makes her way along the path towards Willowbark Apothecary, leaving the others still standing on the road. "Well come on, are you waiting for an invitation?" Aishe says to the group, smiling over her shoulder.


Female Human Cleric (Merciful Healer)

Following behind Aishe, the young healer considers the strange happenings of the last few days. When a moment arrives to speak quietly to Aishe, Caelia whispers "Perhaps it's just me, or is Sarya... well, acting peculiarly?

Upon arriving at the Councilor's home, Caelia turns to Aishe "Before we barge in as a large group of strangers, perhaps Aishe you should see if the Councilor is so disposed to have visitors. I'd hate to intrude." The concerned tone of her voice suggests to all and sunder that matters of manners and civility are likely very important to Caelia.


Female Human (Taldan) Druid 1

Sarya follows quietly along behind Aishe and Caelia, keeping her head down and trying her best to remain in the center of the group as they travel.

When the group arrives at the apothecary and gets off the road, Sarya seems to visibly relax. After Caelia suggests that Aishe make introductions for the group, Sarya will take a seat on the ground with her back against the outside of the building. She looks up at Aishe from her position on the ground, "Try not to get too caught up in gossiping, Aishe. Time is not on our side." With that, she leans her head back against the wall and closes her eyes as she waits.


Quick Stats:
AC 13 (*14 w/ shield), 10, 13* (+4 v. giants); F3, R4, W4 (+2 v. spells, Spell-like, poison; +4 v. sonic, language-dependent); CMB 3, CMD 13; Init. +0; Prcpt +5
Status:
HP 19/21; Bardic Performance 8/8; Spells: 1st 2/3; Cold Iron Arrows: 17, Arrows: 20, Alchemist's Fire: 10

Igmar follows along to the apothecary. As Aishe is about to head inside, he speaks up and offers a suggestion.

"Perhaps one of us newcomers should join Aishe as well, simply to act as a representative, and to assure the Councilor that we mean well and wish to help?"


Before Aishe has a chance to approach the entrance to the Apothecary, the door swings open abruptly. Councillor Ionnia Teppen emerges from the shadows of the interior, her face weathered with time. Her lips are set in her characteristic neutral expression, conveying nothing of her inner thoughts.

Councillor Teppen takes a moment to take in the group. She frowns briefly upon recognizing Sarya, before turning to address Caelia. "I thought you would come by eventually, Caelia, although I did not expect such company. I think it is best you speak with our guest yourself. Your companions," she grimaces at the word, "can come in as well. I'm sure the rumors will spread through town anyways." The Councillor makes a broad sweeping gesture to the door, and heads into town, no doubt to consult with council on these recent developments.

The group is led by a member of the staff at the Apothecary to a small room with a bed, which appears barely large enough to contain the massive man's frame. Wrapped in bandages, the blonde Ulfen mercenary's nose, fingers and toes have taken on a black hue from serious frostbite, and he is still heavily wounded. Despite the best efforts of Elder Safander, it will take some time before the man is hale and hearty enough to travel again, much less wield a weapon.

Despite his obvious pain, however, he waves the group closer to speak with him. "My name is Yuln Oerstag," he began. "I was part of the guard escorting Lady Argentea Malassene from Zimar to Oppara. It was a simple job up until yesterday. As our path ran past the Border Wood, the carriage came under attack. My ancestors would ridicule my lack of valor for fleeing rather than fighting to the end. But I faced enemies that even the greatest warriors in the Linnorm Kingdoms have faltered against. I think I slew at least one of them before they dragged Lady Argentea away."

Yuln takes a deep breath ending in a hacking cough, which takes a few moments to subside.


F Half-elf NG Sorcerer 1 | AC 13 (16*) T 12 FF 11 (14*) | HP 7/7 | F +2 R +2 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +3 (* Mage armor)

Aishe steps to one side of the injured man's bed and kneels down to bring herself to eye level with him, laying one hand upon his shoulder. "These two men and the handsome dwarf here came to ask you about the attack. My friend and I are also curious to know what happened. Rumor has it that you were saying something about bandits and 'strange wintry creatures' when you managed to reach the village yesterday."

Gently patting Yuln's shoulder, being careful to avoid any bandaged wounds, she gives the Ulfen man her best smile. "Start by telling us exactly what happened to you, the other guards, and your Lady. If we are to try and find out what has become of her, anything you can tell us about those who attacked you could be important." Aishe pours some water from the jug on the small table into a cup, and raises it to his lips, to try and help soothe the poor man's coughing.


Male Human (Varisian) Rogue 1/Wizard 1 Status: AC 11, 7/13 hit points

Arkady follows the group in to see the injured guard. He stays a respectful distance so he can listen, but lets Aishe handle the conversation.

Just wanted to say I'm here and paying attention, just don't have anything to add just yet. ;-)


Yuln sips at the cup of water, grateful for the drink, and pauses for a moment before continuing.

"As I said, the job was pretty simple," Yuln says. "There were about a half dozen of us altogether, along with the Lady's carriage, and the second carriage for her staff."

"As the road led through the edges of the Border Wood, they ambushed us. We thought they were bandits at first - outlaws who hide like wolves in the forest. They were no match for us. But then came the cold fey of the north. They appeared among us and the battle turned quickly. My people speak of the winter-touched all the time, but I never expected to see them this far South."

"They killed everyone, but did not harm Lady Argentea, taking her back through the ice and snow. Beyond that, I don't know. I followed as far as I could, but the winter-touched were too many and too hard to fend off in the snow alone. I barely escaped, and rode north to seek help here."

Yuln's eyes remain focused on some empty point in space, still recalling and reliving the details of the attack in his mind, almost as if in a trance.


Male Human (Taldan) Ranger 2 (Skirmisher) HP 14/22 AC 20

Yagello steps forward to the foot of the bed, a troubled expression on his face and his brow deeply furrowed in thought.

"Bandits and fey creatures working together you say? Can you tell us their numbers or the exact nature of the power they wielded?"

"Was there a leader of some sort and who appeared to be commanding who, the fey or humans?"

The group gets the impression Yagello could go on for some time questioning this man about battle tactics but stops out of deference for his weakened state.


Yuln takes a moment to regard the tall Yagello.

"There were only several bandits, but there must have been dozens of the winter-touched," he replies. "These winter-touched are fey creatures who have sworn themselves to the White Witches of Irrisen, those who stole our lands from us during the Winter War. Tiny sprites no taller than the length of a man's forearm. But don't be fooled by their small stature. Legends say they have taken a sliver of ice into their hearts, and their touch bears the harsh bite of winter."

"During the chaos of the battle, I couldn't take note of all of their abilities, but I do know that the winter-touched are vulnerable to both cold iron and flame. Both burn them, and both are weapons they fear. Here," Yule motions to his gear along the wall, "while I do not have the strength to assist you, you can borrow my sword, forged in cold iron."

"I strongly recommend," Yuln says as he looks the party up and down, "that if you go to find Lady Argentea, you dress yourselves up for the coldest winter day. There cold out there is unnatural, and the winter-touched will be in their element."

Yuln has a cold iron longsword that is free to borrow.

Cold weather outfits, as in the CRB and UE, are available for purchase in Heldren at normal prices. Snowshoes (from UE) are not available.


Quick Stats:
AC 13 (*14 w/ shield), 10, 13* (+4 v. giants); F3, R4, W4 (+2 v. spells, Spell-like, poison; +4 v. sonic, language-dependent); CMB 3, CMD 13; Init. +0; Prcpt +5
Status:
HP 19/21; Bardic Performance 8/8; Spells: 1st 2/3; Cold Iron Arrows: 17, Arrows: 20, Alchemist's Fire: 10

At the mention of the fey, Igmar instinctively begins humming a slow, somber tune—quietly, barely audible to even those in the room.

When the Ulfen man finishes, Igmar stops the humming and speaks up.

"Winter-touched fey and kidnapping a noble lady rather than harming her—this is no easy thing we set our sights on, my friends."


Female Human (Taldan) Druid 1

Sarya stands when the door swings open. She doesn't react to the councilor's frown until the councilor makes her way toward town. Sarya smirks to herself as Ionnia walks by, giving a nod of her head toward Ionnia and speaking, "Nice to see you too, Ionnia."

Sarya wears her smirk into the apothecary as the others gather around the wounded man's bed. Believing the man has little to say that she hasn't already seen for herself, Sarya pays the man little attention and instead busies herself with having a look at various things that catch her eye around the apothecary.


F Half-elf NG Sorcerer 1 | AC 13 (16*) T 12 FF 11 (14*) | HP 7/7 | F +2 R +2 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +3 (* Mage armor)

"Yuln, did any of the bandits or the fey who were attacking seem like they were casting spells while you fought them, do you think?" Aishe speaks gently to the frost-bitten patient, "I realize the fey are magic themselves, but if you could describe any spells you think you may have witnessed them using, it could tell me a lot about how to counter them."

Aishe narrows her eyes, and her face suddenly takes on a far more feral appearance. "If not, as you say, cold-iron and fire should work just fine..."


Male Human (Varisian) Rogue 1/Wizard 1 Status: AC 11, 7/13 hit points

At the mention of the Winter Touched, Arkady makes a sign with his left hand and whispers to himself.

"My people, too, talk in hushed tones of the cold ones. If they are coming here, no one is safe. Though I have no cold forged weapons, I will offer what help I can."

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