"Not much here, I am afraid. Does anyone want these tiny weapons? They are even too small for me to use! Also we have some gold. Should we divide it up now, or just hold on to it for some later time?"
"If tha'll troost meh. Ah'll act as treasurer?"
Wildir snorts, "Gold is cold comfort. I'd rather haf a varm meal." His eyes turn to the dead stag. "I vonder vat he vould say to fenison steaks! Ha-ha! Should ve build a fire?"
"T' onny jannock way is ta divide up t' gowd intoa even portions," Yurli chimes in. "Naw there're fi' o' wee, sa that's seven gowd apiece."
Drew hand the money over to Sondergang.
"If you cannot trust a priest, then who can you trust!", he says with a smile.
"Sounds like a goot plan to me," Wildir chuckles as he extends a two inch claw from a finger and begins skinning the stag to carve out backstrap steaks. As he works, he mutters which sound all the world like a snuffling bear.
Sondergang raises an eyebrow then sets to helping set up camp.
Drew keeps a watch about the area, just in case more winter fae decide to come and see what happened to their friends.
Perception:
Yurli buries his beard in his spellbook.
Wildir serves up deer kabobs with a feral grin on his face!
The night passes uneventfully for the group; it seems like the cold moves in even more in the night; if it weren't for the fire so nearby to you, you have no doubt that you would be in serious danger of frostbite.
Wildir serves up deer kabobs with a feral grin on his face!
The next morning Wildir rises shaking off the snow and muttering incoherently as he rakes his claws down a couple nearby trees and draws on natural powers. Without comment he casts endure elements on Drew trusting the dwarves and himself to better endure the freezing weather. He arranges his furs and offers survival advice to those that would listen.
Sondergang taps on a piece of steel with a tiny hammer as he communes with Torag this morning.he makes sure he has his furs well wrapped round him to withstand the cold.
"Reet...which way now" he asks
Yurli wraps himself tightly in his furs as he meditates over his spells, muttering under his breath about, "Bloody weytha."
As the group prepares to break camp, Yurli moves about the group chanting in an old, slow tongue that rumbles off the tongue with a sound much like rocks grinding. As he does this, he moves his fingers about each of the your chests causing a bright rune to appear.
"That'll 'elp um wi' t' parky," he explains. "It's eur simple rune, sa let uz when when theur start gerrin parky agin, 'n ahl redoa it."
Drew sigh in relief as the cold seems to receed and a warm flush takes over.
"Thanks Wildir! I really appreciate that."
Getting back on the road, or at least what road there is, the group finds the going a little slower than they might otherwise prefer, the snowdrifts sometimes making it take a while to pick your way through.
After what you would expect was about a mile of travel and just over a half-hour of time, you come upon an oddity in the trail There ahead of of stands a pile of snow shaped like a man as children might make in more northern climes. Leaning against this oddly placed construct is a wooden sign that reads "Trespassers Turn Back". Currently the snowman stands about thirty feet in front of you and just beyond it you can see a frozen river that cuts the trail.
"I have a bad feeling about this!" Drew whispers as he draws his bow and nocks an arrow.
Wildir holds up a hand to ward off Yurli's 'hexes'. He wants none of that. Later, he agrees with Drew.
"More fairy tricks!" Wildir growls and sends a rock flying at the snowman's head.
Sondergang looks around as if to spot anything out off the ordinary
Perception
Yurli grumbles incoherently in Dwarven. He waves his hand before him hoping to detect any arcane fluctuations.
:
There doesn't seem to be anything magical about the snowman. It appears entirely ordinary. This idea is further reinforced by Wildir's rock, which hits the snowman with enough force to cause part of the "head" to fall to the ground with the swishing "flumph" that snow makes when it falls.
Wildir shrugs and moves forward to inspect the river for tracks and a place to make a safe crossing.
Despite having it's head knocked off, once Wildir approaches within ten feet of the snowman, a voice comes from the snowman's head, the speech made even more odd by the portion of the snowman's head that is missing due to Wildir's rock.
"Can't you read, ya blockhead?! The sign says turn back! Now get lost!!"
"Come out, alfr! Ve are tired uf your tricks!" Wildir loads a cold iron bullet into his sling.
The voice seems to be coming directly from the snowman itself.
"Another Fae trick..mark my words"
"Well do we turn back joost because our foes tell us to?"
Drew will creep forward and try to examine the snowman
Stealth:
Perception:
Wildir shrugs and moves forward to inspect the river for tracks and a place to make a safe crossing.
With the others moving past the snowman, all remains quiet. But then...Drew approaches to examine the construction, a horrible scream erupts from the snowman!
The cacophony of sound assaults Drew's senses, strong enough to actually cause him physical harm.
The scream triggers another reaction as the snow where you came from suddenly rises up, forming a creature that seems like a humanoid from the waist up and a snake from the waist down, the entire creature having a decidedly icy palor. Nearby, a second of the same creatures rises out of the snow. They both burble menacingly, the sound reminiscent of a flowing creek.
Wildir whirls about at the racket and dropping his sling charges an ice creature with his spear.
With a raging battle cry, Trelck charges forward, his wickedly sharp axehead raised above his head before he brings it down hard onto the same ice elemental attacked by Wildir!
Though damaged further, and clearly feeling both of the blows, it is not yet brought down, and it raises it's icy fist to bring it down on the dwarf who dealt the last hit.
The second elemental, meanwhile, makes a beeline straight for Drew, attempting to shove him backward onto the frozen creek!
Fortunately for the Halfling, the attempt meets in failure; the elemental gurgles in surprise at it's inability to move Drew, leaving it open for a counterattack!
Stunned by the sonic blast and almost pushed into the freezing stream, Drew fights back with a quick slash at the elemental.
Attack-Melee:
Damage:
Sondergang moves towards the first elemental and strikes at it with his hammer
ok..thats fine with me
Yurli, his spells refreshed, casts Magic Missile against the elemental that the Trelck and Wildir had damaged.
The blow is enough, and the ice elemental gives a low, burbling cry as it slowly dissipates into the snow at it's feet.
Surprised that he is still standing in combat, Wildir charges in attempting to send the errant ice cube homeward. Instead he slips in the snow in a most unheroic manner and ends up NOT standing in combat.
Uff da.
Sondergang sends a bolt of acid skittering towards the remaining Outsider.However it misses and sails beyond the elemental being to hiss and fizz on the snow
Ranged Touch