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Sakitu follows Quasit's example and takes cover behind a tree. "Can anyone tell if there is actually a door on that hut? Or is it just an open doorway?" She flips the shortbow off of her back and puts an arrow to the string. A couple of flexes of the bow warm up the cold wooden stock and the stiff string. "Just like last time, everyone. Let's not die!"
Sakitu watches with anxiety as Findurêl begins sneaking towards the hut.
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you get a around, though it takes you quite some time, to dig yourself out of the deeper snow, and other times almost loosing sight of the cabin, though once you get up near the hut,
"A small hut stands here on four legs, each one a single tree trunk whose gnarled roots resemble the toes of a giant chicken. The hut is constructed of heavy logs with a patchwork roof of shaved bark shingles. Inside the hut’s open doorway, a small figure sits on a carved wooden chair, staring across the clearing at the trail on the other side."
do you go in?
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Quasit sidles up beside Sakitu and speaks to her quietly.
"Hey Mystical Magical Fox Lady, you got any fire spells in those furry fingers of yours? If something from that hut attacks Fin, I say we torch it. I hear wood burns nicely. And we've already ticked off the trees, so, no loss there."
With that, she waggles a vial of alchemist fire she has in her hand.
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Sakitu welcomes Ibona to hide behind her tree then she shakes her head at Quasit. "I'm afraid I don't know any fire magic. The magic in my family is linked to the cold regions of the north, like here." She holds her paw-like hands in front of her and looks at them. "That means that much of my magic imbues that nature."
She notices that Findurêl reached a point where he could see the hut better. "I wonder what he's seeing."
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Ibona turns to Quasit. "Are you serious?" she asks is a loud whisper. "Burn down a hut and broadcast our location to everyone that can see the smoke. Do you really want to attract that kind of attention?"
Quasit blushes again and looks at Ibona like she's been slapped. She puts away her alchemist fire and crosses her arms.
"No." she admits. Then waits about 3 seconds, and adds-- "But I bet they already know we're here."
She looks back toward the hut with suspicious eyes.
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Findurel makes it to the hut with no issue, and takes a closer look at the hut and doll
The doll’s face is that of an old crone, though it retains Thora’s f laxen hair, Far more unnerving, however, are the doll’s mismatched eyes—one a blue gemstone, the other a small round mirror the size of a coin, reflecting the world around her.
Fin I need a will save please
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on its turn you just like a playful female voice asking you to freeze
Fin and Carianna both take as the area around them just suddenly plummits in to the cold almost rapidly
Ibona trying to rack her head as to what it is that causing the trouble, and starts to remember something about a doll that was mentioned, and recalls it is like a Guardian Doll
~Round 1~
Knowledge Arcana to ID
Bold to act
Carianna
Guardian Doll
Ibona
Bulvi
Sakitu
Findurel
Quasit
Bulvi nods his appreciation to Sakitu before taking off in a run clanking as he went his gear slowing him down too much.
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For a moment, Quasit seems bewildered as she sees her group lighting out at a run toward the hut, then sees the condition of Findurel and Carianna. She screws her mouth up tight, exhales sharply through her nose and actually stamps her foot.
"I knew it!" she grouses to herself. She gives another suspicious look toward all the ice boulders between the party and the hut and shakes her head, then cuts south and begins advancing into the clearing along its southern edge.
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"Ah!! I see dead people!"
Quasit turns away from the clearing and flees for her life, but gets about 30 feet away before getting to the far side of a tree and throwing her back to it, and closing her eyes tightly. She presses a hand against her racing heart, and with the other she clutches at the tree bark behind her.
"Get a hold of yourself, girl. It's just some stupid witch illusion probably." she says to herself in a quavering voice. "Come on... just breathe, just breathe, don't let the Pathfinders think you aren't up for this."
Still shaking, she opens her eyes and turns to look back around the tree toward the hut.
"Fin and Carianna need you. Don't wuss out. You can do this."
She watches developments, trying to work up the gumption to make her legs move back toward the danger.
Bulvi trudges through the snow. Bulvi looks into the building to see the sight before him and thinks This is just worse than a zombie.
Standing up to the creepy little Doll he looks down at it and bangs his sword off his shield in challenge.
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Quasit actually whimpers like a puppy, does a little stutter step, then suddenly in a rush she takes off toward the hut.
"please don't kill me please don't kill me please don't kill me" she repeats to herself in a sort of mantra as she rushes through the haunted ice boulders, just in case the ghosts are listening.
Bulvi begins to slowly move into the building and slams down his blade in a vicious blow against the incredibly creepy little doll. His eyes moved to Ibona in the doorframe and gave her a half hearted smile as he nodded. At the rate it was pummeling Carianna they'd need that wand to be used but hopefully he could draw the things ire.
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"What? I can't see it! What's attacking us?" shouts Quasit.
Quasit pulls out her crossbow and loads up a bolt and holds her ground for now. The scrum in the little hut didn't look like it would have room for another person, but mostly she was still spooked by the horrible visions she'd seen when she first entered the clearing.
"Keep your eyes open! There might be other stuff loose in this clearing! I thought I saw more undead things in the ice blocks!"
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Fin, and Bulvi both hit, though Sakitu fires and misses again the chair takes damage
Carianna grateful for the the healing continues to try and hit this little doll
an though it was a solid blow, it seems the blade hit and only cut its hair, not able to get any damage through
the doll tries again with its dagger at Carianna
pass
~Round 2~
Bold to act
Carianna -5
Guardian Doll -21
Ibona
Bulvi
Sakitu
Findurel
Quasit
Bulvi attempts to deliver another punishing blow to his diminutive foe. The thing seemed dead set on taking Carianna out of the fight, prodigious amounts of brute force might still divert it's attention.
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Quasit creeps forward and stands back to back with Findurel, keeping a watch on the surrounding area, just in case the ice-zombies or the giant weasels choose this moment to leap onto the party. She speaks over her shoulder to the elf, mostly just letting her mouth run to steady her own nerves.
"I'm going somewhere warm after all this for a nice long vacation. Ever been to Qadira? Or maybe Osirian? I hear they're nice. Never snows. No evil snow fairies or ticklewyrms or anything. Sunshine and palm trees and figs. I think I'd look good in silks and veils. Maybe I'll even get a camel and name it for Lady Fancypants. I can teach it to spit on command. They spit right? I've never actually seen a camel. Do they have one hump or two, I always get that mixed up..."
Etc.