Reign of Winter - Snows of Summer (Inactive)

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Snows of Summer book from the Reign of Winter AP.


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Frozen Stream Human Monk/12

Connecting Gameplay thread.


Frozen Stream Human Monk/12

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 snow 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 are ahead.

As if 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 their peaceful village.


Frozen Stream Human Monk/12

Sigrun:

You witnessed the carnage left of the wreckage from Lady Argentea's caravan. Stumbling through the forest, deposited by an unfamiliar portal into an unfamiliar place, you have arrived in Heldren, meeting your soon to be companions at The Silver Stoat, the town's only tavern just off the square.

Jorgo:

You work as an apprentice/journeyman to Heldren's resident alchemist, a female elf named Tessaraea Willowbark. Tessaraea owns the Willowbark Apothecary which is just to the west of the Town Square. You've heard the rumors about the Lady's abduction and the strange happenings in the Border Woods. Your trips to the edge (and somewhat further in) have confirmed some of these rumors, strange tracks and plants that thrive in the snow. You've also met your soon to be companions at The Silver Stoat, where you frequent but occasionally see the town's herbalist,Votun. The Silver Stoat is the town's only tavern just off the square.

Votun:

You do passing business with the town's resident alchemist and apothecary, Tessaraea Willowbark and her apprentice/journeyman Jorgo. Tessaraea, a female elf, and her apprentice/journeyman, a half-orc, run the Willowbark Apothecary just to the west of the town square. Your herbs are a primary source of well-being for many of the families in town, and your source for the herbs is drying up as winter falls on the Border Wood. You meet your soon to be companions at The Silver Stoat, where you occasionally meet Jorgo, the town's only tavern just off the square.

Colberg:

During your travels through Taldor, you stumble on a small town called Heldren. Having just come off the road, you meet your soon to be companions at The Silver Stoat, the town's only tavern just off the square.

Kirridel:

The town's only temple, dedicated to Erastil, is tended by Elder Natharen Safander, a human cleric of Erastil, and is just south and east of the town square. The Elder is quite amiable to most other gods and goddesses and welcomed you with open arms and open heart to Iomedae. Your teachings and ministrations have led you to meet your soon to be companions at The Silver Stoat, the town's only tavern just off the square.

If any of these setups for your characters disagrees with you, let me know and we can work something out together.


Human Cleric 1; HP 8/8, Channel Energy 5/8, Touch of Good 7/7, Touch of Glory 6/7, Initiative 0, Perception +4

It had been another good day for Kirridell, the people of Heldren were far more receptive to the teachings of Iomedae than the lawless populace of the Shackles had ever been...maybe he would stay a while longer. The village elder had certainly extended a warm welcome to Kirridell and, just maybe, there was a chance of genuine followers here.

But something was not quite right...the stories of snows within the nearby woodlands were hard to believe and then there had been the news of an attack on some travellers. Worse still, it appeared that prisoners or hostages had been taken.

By Iomodae's justice....this can not be allowed to stand....

Talking to a number of the villagers throughout the day, it appeared that there were other people in Heldren who were either intrigued by the strange weather or who were unwilling to stand idly by and allow attacks on travellers. Apparently they were meeting in The Silver Stoat this evening...Kirridell was certain that he should join them...

Crossing the village square, Kirridell sensed a particular tang in the air...a taste or a smell from his past....

Winter?

Instinctively pulling his collar around his neck as if to protect against a winter wind, Kirridell approached the Silver Stoat. The general noise and merriment of a good tavern filled the air nearby yet too many years in the Shackles had left Kirridell peculiarly unable to relax in a tavern....resting his hand near to the hilt of his sword, he pushed open the door of the tavern.


Old man/elf? Winter Witch
Stats:
HP 7/7 | AC 13/13/10 | Fort +0 Ref +3 Will +2 | Init. +3 | Perception +2, 60-ft. Darkvision | CM +0/13

Votun bursts through front door of the The Silver Stoat in a flurry of summer snow and black feathers. "Damn snow! In the summer! Is hell freezing over?" He growls to himself and the raven that arrived on his shoulder. As he begins to shed his cloak and raven's perch, the bird takes a short flight to a familiar perch near the bar.

Votun kicks the snow from this boots near the door and hangs his cloak and gray, pointed, wide-brimmed hat near the fireplace to dry. He heads toward the raven and a familiar stool at the bar. He holds up a finger and says, "mulled wine," in a relatively cheerful tone to the barkeep.

"Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable. The frost killed my crop, and this snow has buried it. My herbs thought it was summer and had just started to grow. Now I've lost months and have little storage from the last growing season. You heard any stories about the cause yet?" He asks the barkeep or anyone in the tavern.


Male Raven Familiar
Stats:
HP 3/3 | AC 19/12/17 | Fort +1 Ref +4 Will +2 | Init. +2 | Perception +8, Low-light vision | CM +0/6

Squawk! "Watch it!" Munin squawked at Votun entering the tavern. He barely had time to take flight to his familiar perch. At least, he will be warm in here. He shakes the moisture from his feathers in burst of water.

Squawk! "Hell must be freezing over." Squawk! He replies to Votun's question.


Frozen Stream Human Monk/12

Votun, give me a Knowledge (Local) or a Diplomacy check. Add +2 to your check since you are a resident.


Old man/elf? Winter Witch
Stats:
HP 7/7 | AC 13/13/10 | Fort +0 Ref +3 Will +2 | Init. +3 | Perception +2, 60-ft. Darkvision | CM +0/13

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 2 = 25


Female Human (Ulfen) Barbarian (Indomitable Rager) 13
Vitals:
HP: 154/154 {198/202 when raging} | AC: 24; T: 13; FF: 20; CMD: 29 | Fort: +15 (+16); Ref: +10; Will: +9 (+11/+13) | Init: +3; Perc: +14; Stealth +12; Survival +18

As the old man enters, Sigrun’s eyes are drawn to the raven perched on his shoulder. A dark omen to match the carnage she had seen on her way into this town.

She took another long pull of her ale, refreshing after her days weeks of trekking through the forest snows, thinking on the oddity of winter this far south.

These folk are not used to hard winter, not prepared either. Perhaps there is a reason I ended up her after all.

She continued to study the old man, listening for the responses of the alehouse’s other patrons.


Frozen Stream Human Monk/12

Votun\Sigrun:
Kale Garimos, the human female wife of Menander Garimos, slides over a mug of the Stoat's signature ale, Three Devil Ale. She taps three fingers on the bar counter as the mug rests in front of you. "I was just tellin' Menander this mornin' how damned cold it is. I can't even remember the last winter that was this cold let alone summer. It's even snowed over in the Border Woods. I'll bet it's some sort of Qadiran magic sent against us. Old Man Dansby's claimin' that someone's stealin' from his farm out on the edge of town, close to them woods. Hell, he even said half his crop's been lost to the frost and the other half's been carried 'way."

She looks over at the tough looking woman not too far from the bar. "Might as well sidle on over here missy. I kin refill yer mug (fer another three copper) and it ain't like I can't tell yer strainin' to listen. Like I was saying, one of the farmer's boys took ill a few days back, after he took a spill through the ice over at Wishbone Creek. Little fella said he'd seen a white stag in the forest...even said it talked! Stupid thing tried to follow a talkin' white stag into the forest."

She leans even closer over the bar, I can't believe too how badly them High Sentinel rangers are doin' protectin' the Wood if'n they let bandits attack that highborn lady and make off with her. It weren't like she was alone...she had guards who were well armed. Maybe that giant white weasel Dryden Kepp's been ravin' about attacked as well. He went back to the High Ridge in the Wood to trap it after we laughed him outta this place. Fool of a drunk. Well, that lady was travelin' through the Wood, yeh see, 'cause she past round here a couple weeks back to meet her betrothed in Zimar. Some say they didn't exactly hit it off and she called the whole thing and was headin' back to Oppara. Guess it caused quite a scandal."

She looks at Votun and at his raven, "Tab again Votun, or are yeh gonna actually pay me this time fer yer beer. And Munin ain't gettin' no more seed fer free neither! 'less of course yeh had any more of that arrowroot left."


Old man/elf? Winter Witch
Stats:
HP 7/7 | AC 13/13/10 | Fort +0 Ref +3 Will +2 | Init. +3 | Perception +2, 60-ft. Darkvision | CM +0/13

Votun smiles at Vale and slides the offered 'mug of the Stoat's signature ale, Three Devil Ale' to the 'missy.' "She can have this mug. You know I like your ale, but I really want some mulled wine to knock the chill. Put them on my tab. I should have enough arrowroot in cold storage to cover all accounts... even Munin's seed."

"I feel for Dansby. I only have my cold storage left. No more crops this year." He continues with a deep sigh.

"It sounds like something's invaded the Border Woods: talking white stags, giant white weasels, both prefer snow. If the High Sentinels can't keep the Woods clear, who's going to clean it out?"


Frozen Stream Human Monk/12

"Mulled wine eh? One o' them weeks huh? A'right, the missy gets the beer and you get the ale. An' you know where the seed is little raven. I'll be by later for the arrowroot...and a small cask o' this wine fer yeh."

She sighs and wipes at the bar, "I dunno who's gonna be brave enough to either rescue the lady, get rid of the bandits, get rid o' this damned snow...or all three."


Frozen Stream Human Monk/12

"Father Kirridell, come in outta the cold. Menander's in the back but he didn't have any prayers to send to Iomodae today."


AC: 17/12/15 HP: 12/12 SAVES: 3/4/2 INIT: +2 PER: +6 DV 60ft
Race Bonuses:
Goblin/Orc: +1 Atk Giant: +4 Dodge Human: +2 Atk/Dmg, Blf, Perc, SM, Surv

Colberg strolls down the street, snow crunching under his feet as he moves towards The Silver Stoat. How many years has it been since I been this far south? Has to be like 15 maybe even 20, it don't even get this cold up in the northern regions. Colbeg slows his pace and looks around for a second confused. He then turns back realizing he just passed The Silver Stoat.

"Ah, here we are. Time ta find out bout all this crazy thats been goin on." Colberg opens the door to the Tavern, looking about at all the people in here, looking for any witches in particular. He makes note of all the exits out of this room, just in case. The dwarf then walks over to the bar maid and stands up as tall as he can, interrupting anyone currently speaking and asks, "Aye, looks like winter come early this year, got any idea what could be the cause?"


Female Human (Ulfen) Barbarian (Indomitable Rager) 13
Vitals:
HP: 154/154 {198/202 when raging} | AC: 24; T: 13; FF: 20; CMD: 29 | Fort: +15 (+16); Ref: +10; Will: +9 (+11/+13) | Init: +3; Perc: +14; Stealth +12; Survival +18

The statuesque redheaded woman stands, and walks over to the bar, her Ulfen height quite noticeable amongst the sparse patronage. Pulling up a stool she accepts the ale with a nod of appreciation as she fishes a few copper coins from a pouch tied to her belt.

“White stags, giant ermine, both creatures of the north. Strange you find them here, stranger still the snows this far south. All the stories tell how warm it should be here. “

She took another sip, studying the old man. ”It looks like winter is coming to your lands, and there are far worse things that could come south....” she breaks off as a rugged looking dwarf enters and bellows a question.

Her words carry a strong Skald accent, her voice possessing the quiet whispering quality of one who spends extended periods of time alone, perhaps going days without speaking.


Frozen Stream Human Monk/12

Kale looks up from the woman Sigrun, as the dwarf enters the tavern rather loudly. She snorts under her breath and says, "Well, as we were just discussin'...ain't to sure what the cause is. Rumor's floatin' round it might be some Qadiran magic, which I pers'nally believe, but you might be knowin' better'n I since I don't get outside town much."

With that she looks back at the tall Ulfen woman, "Go on lassy...well...what's yer name? Ain't no use callin' yeh lassy tall as yeh are."


hp 6/11, bombs 3/4; Male Half-Orc Alchemist 1

Jorgo unbuttons his heavy coat as he closes the door of the Silver Stoat behind himself.
The tavern’s talk hits his ears; as he imagines: cold and kidnapping.
Bah… a highborn lady getting ‘napped in the woods, hey, he doesn’t much care: skimp on bodyguards’ quality, you pay the price another way.
But this frost and snow and talk of winter beasts is a real problem. He can’t harvest foxleaf if everything was covered in snow, and can’t damn well fill up a basket of ibisco’s seeds if he has to fight some sort of giant ermine.

«Huzzah, beautiful!» he shouts at Kale «A Three Devil’s tall one, if you please.»
He waves a quick greeting to the small crowd gathered at the counter, then sits down near Votun.
«So, old man!» he asks him with a distinct lack of good manners «please tell your pal Jorgo you saved some foxleaf from this cold? Found two patches in the woods yesterday, both frozen solid and damn well useless. Tess has been irritable enough in these days, if I can’t get my mitts on some foxleaf she’ll poison my dinner and watch me convulse on the ground just to relieve stress…»


Female Human (Ulfen) Barbarian (Indomitable Rager) 13
Vitals:
HP: 154/154 {198/202 when raging} | AC: 24; T: 13; FF: 20; CMD: 29 | Fort: +15 (+16); Ref: +10; Will: +9 (+11/+13) | Init: +3; Perc: +14; Stealth +12; Survival +18
Pendin Fust wrote:

With that she looks back at the tall Ulfen woman, "Go on lassy...well...what's yer name? Ain't no use callin' yeh lassy tall as yeh are."

"No, I suppose not," The tall warrior woman replied with a hint of a smile. "My name is Sigrun."


Human Cleric 1; HP 8/8, Channel Energy 5/8, Touch of Good 7/7, Touch of Glory 6/7, Initiative 0, Perception +4

Welcoming the warmth of the Tavern, Kirridell gladly stepped across the threshold of the Silver Stoat. Taking a moment for the unseasonable chill to leave his extremities, he surveyed the patrons of the Stoat…

…it is quiet in here today, far too quiet….the people of Heldren are confused and they are scared…

Striding to the bar and acknowledging Kales’ greeting with a friendly nod, Kirridell notices, for the first time, strangers…

…the chill winds have brought more than just farmers in from the cold…

‘Tell Menander that I am here should he require any spiritual guidance. I trust your cellars are well stocked….much colder storms are blowing in…I can feel it.’

Dropping a few coins at the bar, ‘A warm drink if you please…’

…if Lady Argentea is to be rescued, now is the time to start making friends…

Kirridell extends a hand of friendship to the old man with the raven and to the towering redhead,

‘Good Evening…my name is Kirridell Jinae, a recent arrival here with the good people of Heldren…I guess that you have heard of the attacks on the travellers near the woods?’


Old man/elf? Winter Witch
Stats:
HP 7/7 | AC 13/13/10 | Fort +0 Ref +3 Will +2 | Init. +3 | Perception +2, 60-ft. Darkvision | CM +0/13

"Jorgo." Votun doesn't look up when the half-orc settles near him. "Foxleaf, you say? I'll have to look for some in the cellar." He replies with a sly wink at Kale.

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When Sigrun introduces herself, Votun nods and looks at her. "Votun. You sound a long way from home," he quietly replies.

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To the loud dwarf and spiritual human, Votun mostly ignores except to nod avoiding overt disrespect.


hp 6/11, bombs 3/4; Male Half-Orc Alchemist 1

«Kirridel, ah? Name’s Jorgo. Nice to meet you. Don’t you mind Votun here, he’s so old he forgot how to smile!» Jorgo greets loudly the clergyman.
«The woods got dangerous, no doubt about it. Just yesterday some two-bit sellsword came in all battered - he lost his protégé, this noblewoman, Lady Malavausen or something.» without even caring if anybody is listening to him, Jorgo keeps talking and drinking «Now, rich snob gets idiots to protect herself and ends up paying dearly for it, hey, I’m sorry for her but it’s none of my business; but this happened in our woods out there, and I like those woods – don’t want bandits or weird beasts settling down there. Not to mention this summer frost...»


Male Raven Familiar
Stats:
HP 3/3 | AC 19/12/17 | Fort +1 Ref +4 Will +2 | Init. +2 | Perception +8, Low-light vision | CM +0/6

Squawk! "So old!" The raven squawks between eating seed.


Human Cleric 1; HP 8/8, Channel Energy 5/8, Touch of Good 7/7, Touch of Glory 6/7, Initiative 0, Perception +4

Okay…it looks like a hard frost has settled on this Votun’s mood…no matter…

Turning to smile at the Half-Orc, Kirridell replies

“Jorgo is it? I am pleased to make your acquaintance and gladdened to hear that you share my growing concern about the Border Woods”. Discreetly pointing out some of the tavern’s customers, Kirridell continues “These people are scared Jorgo, and with good reason. If this ‘Winter’ lingers or spreads, their crops will fail and there will be no harvest…What happens then? These are not rich people…they need their crops to eat and to sell.”

Pausing and turning to the bar to see if his drink has arrived, “I am convinced that this ‘Winter’ and the increased lawlessness on the road near the Woods are somehow linked…Justice dictates that we may not allow kidnappers to get away with such a brazen act, regardless of the quality of Lady Argentea’s bodyguard – I intend to explore the Woods and, if the Lady still lives, rescue her…and make her captors pay for their crimes”

Kirridell lets his words hang in the air…

Do these people believe in Justice?

“Of course…I do not know these woods as well as you…”


Frozen Stream Human Monk/12

Kale smirks at Jorgo in a friendly manner, and slides a horn mug down to him. She picks up the coins left by the holy man and gives him a steaming mug of spiced cider.

"Aye, someone needs to be doin' somethin' at the very least 'bout them bandits in the Woods."

She looks at the dwarf, "An' you little master? Anythin' ter drink or are yeh just gonna stand there takin' up my barspace?"


Old man/elf? Winter Witch
Stats:
HP 7/7 | AC 13/13/10 | Fort +0 Ref +3 Will +2 | Init. +3 | Perception +2, 60-ft. Darkvision | CM +0/13

Hearing the pronouncements of Kirridell Jinae, Votun cocks an eyebrow. After Kale responds to him, Votun asks, "On who's authority would you explore the Woods? That's the job of the High Sentinels," sounding like the local farmer that he is.


AC: 17/12/15 HP: 12/12 SAVES: 3/4/2 INIT: +2 PER: +6 DV 60ft
Race Bonuses:
Goblin/Orc: +1 Atk Giant: +4 Dodge Human: +2 Atk/Dmg, Blf, Perc, SM, Surv

As everyone was talking back and forth, Colberg was listening with an ear, but much more focused on the bag in front of him as he rummaged through it.
Damn, gotta keep this thing more organized, has ta be in here somewhere. Sounds like I came ta the right place after all, and mom said drawing yer own maps was useless.

Kale the Bar Maid wrote:
"An' you little master? Anythin' ter drink or are yeh just gonna stand there takin' up my barspace?"

Colberg jumps a bit, startled at being addressed in the midst of his concentration, a scroll in his hand that has seen better days, "Huh! Aye, sure, just grabbin me map out real quick." He puts the scroll on the bar and starts to unroll/unfold in. "Ya got any Gunderbal Special Reserve down here? Or even some Irrisen Mulled Ale?"

The map is a very VERY rough sketch of the surrounding northern area. There a lots of arrows drawn over the map with no apparent rhyme or reason, criss-crossing in every direction. There a a few areas circled and a couple more starred and random Dwarvwen letters are almost as numerous as the arrows. Colberg begins muttering quietly to himself in Dwarvish, barely audible to those who listen, and tracing a few arrows.

Muttering Crazy Dwarf:
"I knew it, The witches be coming south, attacking the unprepared. Damn clever wenches. And from the sound of it nobody ain't know anything about it. It is surprising they are attacking guarded caravans."

Colberg looks up from his map at Jorgo jumping back into the conversation uninvited, "Hey big orc guy, you know where that lady was attacked?"


Frozen Stream Human Monk/12

Kale says "We don't got much more fancy than our own local brew, Three Devils, and some wine from the area. Try a Three Devils, it's a good drink my husband makes."

Kale fills a mug and sets it on the place at the bar where the dwarf is standing.


Human Cleric 1; HP 8/8, Channel Energy 5/8, Touch of Good 7/7, Touch of Glory 6/7, Initiative 0, Perception +4

Careful Kirri, these are locals and you are far from home...don't cause offense...the Lady Argentea won't be coming out of those woods alive unless you get help

Addressing the old man, "I am unfamiliar with all of the local interests sir, if I have caused offense it was not intended...forgive me"

Extending his hand again, "These High Sentinels...do they claim dominion over the Border Woods? I would offer my assistance in the investigation of this unseasonable Winter...all I seek in return are directions to likely hideout locations in the woods..."

"...and maybe some help if the Lady Argentea can still be rescued"

Maybe the Dwarf may be of assistance....what's that he's rummaging with? a map...?

Kirridell smiles hopefully at the Dwarf...

Please be friendly...please be friendly....


Old man/elf? Winter Witch
Stats:
HP 7/7 | AC 13/13/10 | Fort +0 Ref +3 Will +2 | Init. +3 | Perception +2, 60-ft. Darkvision | CM +0/13

Votun now raises both eyebrows at Kirridell Jinae. "Local interests? You know you're in Taldor, right? The High Sentinel rangers have the responsibility to patrol the Border Wood. It's one of things that our Taldan taxes pay for." He explains to the furiner.

"I don't know anything about hideouts, but somebody's been stealing supplies from Old Man Dansby's farm. I'd start where its close to the Wood."


Frozen Stream Human Monk/12

I'm hoping to have a map of the town up sometime today.


hp 6/11, bombs 3/4; Male Half-Orc Alchemist 1

«I sure don’t know, and I don’t really care that much… although I can certainly find it if that poor excuse for a bodyguard can wake up from his coma and tell me a detail or two. I’m not a proud born Taldori like the old grump to my left…» Jorgo winks at Votun, still in hope of warming up the old guy «but I know my way around the woods, and I’ll probably need to go there anyway the next days. The High Sentinels have a nice-sounding name and a shiny uniform… but they can’t be everywhere, you know.»

Everyone has his say about the matter, all but that stunning and savage redhead at the other end of the counter. Jorgo wonders what her deal is, but decides it’s better not to pry too much with someone so dangerous-looking.

The clergyman instead looks a great deal less formidable – more suited to healing sick children than smiting down evildoers. «If you wish, father Kirridell, I guess you could come too. If this short guy here knows his blades like he knows his brews, we shouldn’t have too much to worry about, even with winter monsters!» the half-orc raises his horn half-full of ale to the dwarf.


Frozen Stream Human Monk/12

The Campaign Info tab has a map of Heldren up.


Female Human (Ulfen) Barbarian (Indomitable Rager) 13
Vitals:
HP: 154/154 {198/202 when raging} | AC: 24; T: 13; FF: 20; CMD: 29 | Fort: +15 (+16); Ref: +10; Will: +9 (+11/+13) | Init: +3; Perc: +14; Stealth +12; Survival +18

”Joke all you wish about winter monsters.” Sigrun states seriously, “But if the things your farmers and children have seen are true, then winter has come to this place in a way no one is ready for.”

She finishes her drink.

“If this lady of yours was dragged off, she may not still be alive, and if she is….she might wish she was not. Where I come from, a person alone and missing in the wild is already dead”


Human Cleric 1; HP 8/8, Channel Energy 5/8, Touch of Good 7/7, Touch of Glory 6/7, Initiative 0, Perception +4

…I truly am far from home…and I fear that there is little appetite for seeing justice delivered as it should be…still, these folks know the area and seem attached to their woods…maybe we have a common interest after all...

Smiling at Jorgo, “I would welcome your guidance and your company within the Border Woods…I fear these are dangerous times and your woods are no longer a safe haven…we should be prepared for all eventualities”

…I should look to the injuries of the Lady Argentea’s bodyguard…if he regains consciousness then maybe he can tell us more of the nature and origin of his attackers…

Turning to the bar and acknowledging the pleasant taste and warmth of his drink, “Kale, do you know who is looking after the survivor of the attack? Where would I find them?”


Frozen Stream Human Monk/12

Kale points at the half-orc, "He kin show yeh, Yuln's bein' cared for over at Willowbark's."


AC: 17/12/15 HP: 12/12 SAVES: 3/4/2 INIT: +2 PER: +6 DV 60ft
Race Bonuses:
Goblin/Orc: +1 Atk Giant: +4 Dodge Human: +2 Atk/Dmg, Blf, Perc, SM, Surv
Big Orc Guy wrote:
If this short guy here knows his blades like he knows his brews, we shouldn’t have too much to worry about, even with winter monsters!

"Aye, winter monsters ain't a big deal, but witches, they can get ya even when yer lookin' straight attem. Need to be clever if ya wanna find and kill them." Colberg lifts his drink up as well to the half-orc and then takes a drink, his face go blank for a moment, then scrunches up in to a disgusted look. He sets his Three Devils Ale on the bar and a copper, leaving it alone for the rest of the night.

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The Bar Maid wrote:
"He kin show yeh, Yuln's bein' cared for over at Willowbark's."

To Willowbark's then, the more information to be had, the better." COlberg quickly and crudely stuffs his map back into his bag and pulls out a rusted nail and puts it into his pocket.


hp 6/11, bombs 3/4; Male Half-Orc Alchemist 1

Jorgo stares at the bizarre dwarf «Sure… we can go to the apothecary… Tess probably has the poor guy up and running already, even without that damn foxleaf…» Jorgo is a bit puzzled by the dwarf – he really doesn’t get what witches have to do with anything «and if she doesn’t, then maybe you can help, uh, father?» he winks at Kirridell.

He then whispers to Votun «Better keep that obnoxious bird of yours away from that bag of nuts» he says nodding towards the dwarf «wouldn’t want him to mistake you for a witch and try and burn you, right? He does seem to be a few hardtacks short of a trail ration...»

He finishes his beer in one powerful sip and winks at Kale «Tab for now, beautiful. But don’t you worry one bit… I reckon I’ll be back shortly for another round!» he then gets up from the stool andbuttons his coat, ready to walk the newcomers to the apothecary.


AC: 17/12/15 HP: 12/12 SAVES: 3/4/2 INIT: +2 PER: +6 DV 60ft
Race Bonuses:
Goblin/Orc: +1 Atk Giant: +4 Dodge Human: +2 Atk/Dmg, Blf, Perc, SM, Surv

Colberg marches right to the front of the tavern without waiting for anyone to follow. He then heads south for a second before realizing he doesn't even know where Willowbark is. Stroking his beard he turns about a looks around and then heads back into the Silver Stoat and yells across the tavern, "EYY! Lets go, where is this Willowbark place anyway?"


Old man/elf? Winter Witch
Stats:
HP 7/7 | AC 13/13/10 | Fort +0 Ref +3 Will +2 | Init. +3 | Perception +2, 60-ft. Darkvision | CM +0/13

Votun arches an eyebrow and conspiratorially replies to Jorgo, "Witch? I don't think I've ever met a witch before, except maybe Old Mother Theodora." He looks at Munin his raven and asks, "Right?"

The raven squawks in reply focusing on the seed.

"Foxleaf? You need that for the bodyguard? You didn't say that it was urgent." Votun says finishing his drink. "I'll go get some and meet you at Tess's." He gets up and dons his cloak and hat.

"Coming?" He asks his raven while waiting impatiently. The question could easily be misunderstood to be directed to the entire tavern.


hp 6/11, bombs 3/4; Male Half-Orc Alchemist 1

Oh Mighty Lord in Iron please don’t make me punch this little madman… Jorgo whispers a brief prayer then runs after Colberg, hoping that the clergyman would follow him out of the tavern.

«Ohi. Ohi!» he shouts at the dwarf «No need to go off running and screaming like that – you’ll scare some poor peasant!» he tries to calm him down «The apothecary is right there, just the second house behind the tavern.» he covers the distance with long strides, and a few seconds later he knocks at the door «Ohi boss! Boss, you home? We got visitors for that poor fellow that came in yesterday.»

While waiting, he looks down at Colberg «Ehm… I wouldn’t mention anything ‘bout witches with Tess, yeah? Never know who might take offense at some misunderstanding.»


Female Human (Ulfen) Barbarian (Indomitable Rager) 13
Vitals:
HP: 154/154 {198/202 when raging} | AC: 24; T: 13; FF: 20; CMD: 29 | Fort: +15 (+16); Ref: +10; Will: +9 (+11/+13) | Init: +3; Perc: +14; Stealth +12; Survival +18

Sigrun finishes her drink and stands.

"I would know bit more of this place, and perhaps meet this bodyguard. You seem to be more...aware than most, do you wish company?" she asks of the old man.


Human Cleric 1; HP 8/8, Channel Energy 5/8, Touch of Good 7/7, Touch of Glory 6/7, Initiative 0, Perception +4

Feeling the mood lift slightly as Votun leaves, Kirridell thanks Kale for her hospitality,

"Tell Menander I was here would you?"

Let's hope this bodyguards' wounds are not too grievous....and that he remembers something of use....otherwise we'll be back to relying on Votun's friendly side....if he has one....

Donning his Jacket, a garment that was clearly not intended for the Winter, Kirridell pulls the collar tight around his neck and steps out into the cold. A few swift strides and he catches up with Jorgo and the Dwarf....he sees the Half-Orc mention something conspiratorially to the Dwarf but doesn't catch what was being said....

Kirridell takes a moment to compose himself whilst waiting at the door...feeling slightly out of place, he musters a nervous smile....


Male Raven Familiar
Stats:
HP 3/3 | AC 19/12/17 | Fort +1 Ref +4 Will +2 | Init. +2 | Perception +8, Low-light vision | CM +0/6

Squawk! "Thanks for the seed!" Munin squawks and quick flies to Votun's leather-reinforced shoulder perch.


Old man/elf? Winter Witch
Stats:
HP 7/7 | AC 13/13/10 | Fort +0 Ref +3 Will +2 | Init. +3 | Perception +2, 60-ft. Darkvision | CM +0/13

"I always enjoy the company of a lovely, young lady." Votun cheerfully replies to Sigrun. "Let's swing by my shop and gather some foxleaf in the cold storage for Tess. Maybe along the way, you can share with me how you arrived in Heldren if its not too personal of course."

Votun's shop/home is E10


Frozen Stream Human Monk/12

Do you have a preference? Give me a cell reference if you do and I'll update the map. You all have Edit privilege on the map, so you can update the key from what I just put on there.


AC: 17/12/15 HP: 12/12 SAVES: 3/4/2 INIT: +2 PER: +6 DV 60ft
Race Bonuses:
Goblin/Orc: +1 Atk Giant: +4 Dodge Human: +2 Atk/Dmg, Blf, Perc, SM, Surv

Colberg trails behind Jorgo jogging slightly to keep up, until they stop at the door. As Jorgo calls out for Tess Colberg looks up and down the house examining it closely.

Big Orc Guy wrote:
"Ehm… I wouldn’t mention anything ‘bout witches with Tess, yeah? Never know who might take offense at some misunderstanding."

"Aye, won't say a word..." Colberg looks up at the Half-orc, eyes narrow, "She ain't a witch is she?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28


Female Human (Ulfen) Barbarian (Indomitable Rager) 13
Vitals:
HP: 154/154 {198/202 when raging} | AC: 24; T: 13; FF: 20; CMD: 29 | Fort: +15 (+16); Ref: +10; Will: +9 (+11/+13) | Init: +3; Perc: +14; Stealth +12; Survival +18
Votun Raveneye wrote:

"I always enjoy the company of a lovely, young lady." Votun cheerfully replies to Sigrun. "Let's swing by my shop and gather some foxleaf in the cold storage for Tess. Maybe along the way, you can share with me how you arrived in Heldren if its not too personal of course."

Votun's shop/home is E10

For the first time, Sigrun smiles, a surprisingly warm expression.

"I would like that,"

The young warrior gathers her gear, adjusting the massive hammer strapped to her back. As she follows Votun.


Frozen Stream Human Monk/12

Perfect, E10 it is!

I'll Jorgo answer before "Tess" opens the door :)


Human Cleric 1; HP 8/8, Channel Energy 5/8, Touch of Good 7/7, Touch of Glory 6/7, Initiative 0, Perception +4

Waiting for the door to the Apothecary to open, Kirridell rubs his hands together and stamps his feet to keep warm...with his breath hanging in the air, he watches the Northern Woman leave the Stoat and trudge after Votun.

Seems the old man has friends after all...

Not really concentrating on the conversation between the Dwarf and Half-Orc, he whispers a little prayer to Iomodae and wonders about the nature of the Bodyguards' injuries...

If he managed to get to Heldren after the attack, maybe he was not too badly wounded...I hope not for Lady Argentea's sake...


hp 6/11, bombs 3/4; Male Half-Orc Alchemist 1

Jorgo exhales heavily, trying to calm himself. He’s not sure he likes the obsessed dwarf. «No, she ain’t no witch. She believes in formulas and saltpeter just like me, not in talking to animals and some mysterious patron. But she’s a lass and traffics with herbs and magic and whatnots – so you see how it could lead to misunderstandings, aye?» Jorgo stares at Colberg, then tries to soften his expression and be more diplomatic «I just want to avoid unpleasantness between the two of you» he grins «I’m making you a favor -‘cause believe you me, she can take you!»

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