Bulvi will spend part of the evening training with his sword going through forms and stances, getting used to the breastplate. He doesn't want to have to get used to it in combat. He'll be training somewhere appropriate near the inn.
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Sakitu smiles at Quasit. "Looks like we're all light-weights compared to you. Drinks go right to my head. That's the bad part. The good part is their effect fades quickly too. I think it's my shape shifting body. However, I'll have a drink or two, but probably not any more than that." She turns to Ibona. "Come on. You can join us for a little while. Afterall, we just met. We need to get to know each other better. I think." A sweet pleading fills Sakitu's voice as she tries to convince the half-elf to join them.
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Alex grins at Quasin. "Sounds fun. I'll only have a drink or two, though. The one time that I had more, I ended up getting into more mischief than I want to repeat with my magic. I've never figured out how, but a drunken lout who wouldn't leave me alone found his head attached to his body at the wrong place for a day."
Quasit's head tenses back and her eyebrows fly up at this, and she looks like she wants to probe this deeper, but instead she lets that dog lay.
"At least one shot," she agrees. "We honor Cayden and we honor Yu. But then I'm getting shnockered. The less I remember about this day, the better."
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Sakitu smiles at Quasit. "Looks like we're all light-weights compared to you.
"Oh I'm a light weight too. I just don't care."explains Quasit.
She turns to Ibona. "Come on. You can join us for a little while. Afterall, we just met. We need to get to know each other better. I think." A sweet pleading fills Sakitu's voice as she tries to convince the half-elf to join them.
Quasit returns a doubtful look toward Ibona, and crosses her arms. "Yeah, join us,"she says."Let your hair down a bit. Honor a fallen comrade."
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Sakitu smiles at Quasit. "Looks like we're all light-weights compared to you. Drinks go right to my head. That's the bad part. The good part is their effect fades quickly too. I think it's my shape shifting body. However, I'll have a drink or two, but probably not any more than that." She turns to Ibona. "Come on. You can join us for a little while. Afterall, we just met. We need to get to know each other better. I think." A sweet pleading fills Sakitu's voice as she tries to convince the half-elf to join them.
"I don't drink, it clouds the mind, but I will join you while you celebrate your friends life."
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the a few hardy rounds, Quasit passes out, and wakes up in the pantry half dressed, with one of the servers missing half their clothes.
Ibona, Bulvi, Findurel wake in their rooms
Sakitu wakes up just outside of Bulvi's room, though with a pot in one hand, which she was probably using to keep the hallway clean.
Alexia wakes up with a pounding headache, and a craving for greasy meat though not sure why
After everyone gets themselves organized, a member of the temple arrives and hands you a wand (CLW) freshly made, she quotes the father saying that hopes this will aid you on your trip and she leaves.
it takes several hours to go back to the massacre sight, and down the path to the chest and the log trap that is still tripped, Quasit staring at it with the evil stink eye as you all pass by it.
just when things honestly couldn't seem worse, there comes a split trail, one that leads to the left, and one that leads to the right
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the a few hardy rounds, Quasit passes out, and wakes up in the pantry half dressed, with one of the servers missing half their clothes.
Quasit can't help but groan a bit as she levers herself up into a sitting position and looks around squint-eyed at her surroundings, rubbing at the crick in her neck. She looks down at her companion and just stares at him for a solid minute, desperately trying to remember his name. In the end, deciding that discretion is the better part of valor, she quickly and quietly dresses and slips out of the pantry.
"Desna's t&!$ girl, what is it with drunken-you and half-orcs? I wonder if he was a drummer too?"she muses out loud to herself.
Once out into the kitchens, she yawns and stretches more properly, then slips out the back door, wandering out to the well. She draws up a bucket of cold water, and douses her head and neck, then sucks in a big mouthful of water, swishes and spits. Then she fishes out her toothbrush and goes wandering off to where the group is assembling, still sawing away at each tooth obsessively, one at a time. The whole process takes her a solid 15 minutes, and she makes up for being unable to chatter by engaging in a complicated routine of posture changes, eye-rolls, humming, drawing in the dirt with her toe, etc.
Bulvi keeps his weapons drawn and keeps his eyes peeled for attackers, others can track but he doesn't want to be caught off guard.
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looking down the left path, you can see the snow building up, and seeming to become very heavy a ways down though no wildlife goes this way, there some to be slightly newer tracks.
looking down the right path, you see a light dusting of snowfall though tracks look old they go this way.
Right path - 3 days
Left Path - 2 1/2 days
Bulvi considers the path for a while before settling on snow shoes, putting his sword back in it's sheath. He pulls snow shoes from the side of his backpack and starts attaching them to his feet wishing to keep weapons in his hands "Agreed, they like setting traps for pursuers as we have seen, It's be easy enough to set up a pit trap obscured beneath the snow." Drawing a javelin he gave the ground before him a prod preparing to check the ground before him as they traveled. He still held his shield in the other hand.
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I look both ways and grimace. "Either way has its pros and cons. But, yes, given what we know, following newer tracks may be a good thing."
For the first time you can remember, I put away (and not just put down) my journal that I keep jotting information on, grimace, and draw my Gladius. "I am NOT a fighter, and I hate to fight."
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"I say follow the heavier snow."says Quasit with a nod to the left path. "Those snow pixies are creating the weird cold conditions, and that will likely get more intense the closer we get to them. Besides, I bet the older tracks are from them approaching the road, and the newer ones are their path away. With Lady Fancypants in tow."
On the question of Findurel scouting ahead, Quasit just knits her brow and purses her lips a bit, then glances around to others.
"If you do stay within thirty foot as you said but my opinion is contingent on someone else." Bulvi sighs and looks at Quasit "Unless you are happy about holding the rear I say no. And I mean if you are happy which I doubt. I don't want one of the less close quarters inclined members of our group holding the back. Honestly I'm not expecting you to say yes but you know your abilities better than me."
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"If you do stay within thirty foot as you said but my opinion is contingent on someone else." Bulvi sighs and looks at Quasit "Unless you are happy about holding the rear I say no. And I mean if you are happy which I doubt. I don't want one of the less close quarters inclined members of our group holding the back. Honestly I'm not expecting you to say yes but you know your abilities better than me."
"OK, you should know better than to ask a smart aleck like me if they're happy holding the rear. I mean, that's just a perfect set-up." she says with a smirk at Bulvi. She waits a beat to see if anyone chuckles, then continues. "Yeah, I'm happier toward the front. I like the marching order you suggested yesterday, with you leading and me right behind keeping an eye on things."
Bulvi looks at her levelly and cracks a smile "Well then I guess my rear is safe in your hands. Lets get moving." Bulvi started trudging down the path.
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Findurêl will wait to the others pass and will bring up the rear, longbow in hand. He'll keep an eye out for an ambush and check for tracks that the others might miss...he'll also try to stay concealed if possible, traveling just off the trail and making use of any cover from the trees and their shadows, just in case something comes up from the trees or from behind...
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Sakitu giggles at Bulvi's comments then steps up close to Quasit. "Didn't I see that you had another rear 'in safe hands' last night? By the pantry?" she whispers.
"Cripes, you tell me,"whispers back Quasit with a grin as she shakes her head. "The last thing I remember was standing on a chair singing 'Loretta my Head-a' and throwing dried peas at that halfling. But I'll admit to waking up with my head on someone's chest this morning. It's weird... when I get really drunk, I go for half-orcs. Don't ask me why. I avoid 'em sober. I think he worked in the stables, he smelled a little like mules." She sticks out her tongue and makes a face. "So, mission accomplished on getting stupid, I guess. How about you, fox girl?"
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The snow becomes increasingly deep in this part of the forest,
where a windswept gully carves a path through a tree-covered
ridge. A soft cascade of snow falls from an overhead branch,
hissing softly as it strikes the ground.** spoiler omitted **
Ibona keeps looking around, wary of potential danger, but, given the snow and other environmental factors, that is proving difficult.
In particular Bulvi is looking out for ambushes and traps. "Half Orcs eh? Sounds like when you're drunk you're drawn to the passionate... or those with a temper, all depends on the atmosphere of the evening."
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as no one was able to notice the snow on the ground seeming to shift, until it suddenly explodes as a large reptile leaps out, looking like the snow itself, possibly 6' long if not more, a dragons head filled with sharp teeth, and two grasping claws, and if you look closely you'll see greenish vapor wafting from its gaping maw
~Round 1~
Alexia
Bulvi
Ibona
Quasit
Findurel
Sakitu
Creaure
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Ibona takes a moment to compose herself for battle. Realizing the best thing to do is to step around Sakitu so as not to get in others way, or to provoke an attack, she does so to get into the fight. Glancing at her drawn Gladius, she aims for a weak spot and swings with all her might.
"Take that! You won't be killing more people now, will you?"
Bulvi spoke in a commanding voice as he stepped forward infront of the beast. "Quasit move to the beast's side opposite Ibona. Lets make it reconsider what it just did." Bulvi swung his cold iron longsword at the beasts side hoping to slash through it's thick hide with enough force to cause it some concern.
I'll be unable to post for the next thirteen hours so I'll get Bulvi's attack done here so I don't hold things up too much.
Bulvi brings the blade down in a heavy chop down onto the Tatzylwyrm's abdomen.