"Curses, these fairies harass us to no end!" Domitian grabs the spear on his back and hurls it at the one he previously was chasing.
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Realising that these creatures are too strong for the druid to control, Eianar takes his sling and shoots at the one that just cast a spell against his friends. As he does he says, "They are sprites, diminutive fey folk. Cold iron hurts them and they know some magic tricks with light. These sprites must be winter-touched. They have accepted a sliver of ice into their hearts, which has turned them to evil and made them immune to cold, but vulnerable to fire." But in his panic at their strength his shot just flies into the trees.
Grunting at the sting of the tiny archers, Ingrit once again fires at her previous target.
The fairies are small and fast, so both Domitian and Eianar miss their target. Ingrit hits again, wounding the diminutive foe and Damiano manages to resist its magic and coolly loads his crossbow and picks Domitian's foe straight out of the air.
One of the sprites fires an arrow at Damiano for 2 points of damage and a Fort save. The other flies closer and casts Color Spray at Ingrit. (Will 11 or be knocked out)
You are all up again.
Damiano yelps with pain .
Gritting his teeth and seeing the marvelous effect of his new toy , he fires a new bolt at the one attacking ingrit
Lining up another shot, Ingrit stares directly into the blast of light and color that overwhelms her senses, slumping insensate in the snow.
Eianar runs over to the downed body of Erland and once there calls for Gozreh to protect him from the arrows of the sprites. I am sure that Erland had some fire that will damage these ice sprites.
School conjuration (creation); Level cleric 1, druid 1, sorcerer/wizard 1
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S
Range 20 ft.
Effect cloud spreads in 20-ft. radius from you, 20 ft. high
Duration 1 min./level (D)
Saving Throw none; Spell Resistance no
A misty vapor arises around you. It is stationary. The vapor obscures all sight, including darkvision, beyond 5 feet. A creature 5 feet away has concealment (attacks have a 20% miss chance). Creatures farther away have total concealment (50% miss chance, and the attacker cannot use sight to locate the target).
A moderate wind (11+ mph), such as from a gust of wind spell, disperses the fog in 4 rounds. A strong wind (21+ mph) disperses the fog in 1 round. A fireball, flame strike, or similar spell burns away the fog in the explosive or fiery spell's area. A wall of fire burns away the fog in the area into which it deals damage.
This spell does not function underwater.
Frustrated by the sudden appearance of the mist and unnerved by Damiano's bolt that almost hit one of the sprites, they let loose a final volley of arrows before taking refuge in the woods.
End of combat (since pursuit is all but impossible, given their speed, flight and skill at hiding).
The Color Spray wears off in a few rounds.
Waking up face down in the snow, Ingrit lets out a string of curses in her native tongue as she rises from the ground.
Damiano replies in Ulfen
Ingrit mutters a response rubbing her eyes before dusting the snow off of herself.
"Well, that was extremely unpleasant. Is anyone hurt?"
Erland brushes the snow and dirt off himself, standing straight and frowning towards the trees.
"Stupid little fey, should have burned them alive..." He mutters and grits his teeth.
The dead sprite is carrying a minuscule shortsword and a shortbow with arrows as well as 14 gp. As you press on following the trail deeper into the forest, you come upon a narrow game trail that winds its way through the trees and undergrowth here. Hoofprints mark the underlying snow, leading in both directions.
"Can you tell which way they went? Or are we wandering lost in the trees?"
"No, we won't be lost, there are tracks to follow, but we won't be following these spites. I don't know of any who can follow tracks in the air!" He sighs and starts to look to find the tracks, and see which way they go.
As you pass the game trail a great white stag appears on the trail about 30 feet from you and starts to speak. "Hail strangers. Who goes there?"
The fetishes consist mainly of dead crows, tied with leather thongs. It looks like they were killed by the sprites. There is nothing magical about them.
Eianar looks at the stag in some wonder, but notices the way it twitched its eye, "Di ya see that Damiano, tha way it twitched its face."
Please do not take this badly but how is it you are speaking? You do not seem to have the apparatus for it .
Sense motive
"Um....what is going on today? Evil sprites, unnatural winter, and now a talking stag? This truly must be the work of powerful magic."
Uh, a wizard did it? I only remember that I woke up one day, suddenly able to talk. But enough about me. What kind of heroes are you and what are you doing here in this frozen hell? What tales of your mighty deeds can you regale me with?
We come from the village of Helden and are seeking to rescue a damsel from bandits. As for our mighty deeds , even if we did some , modesty would forbid us to speak of them
Dom looks askance at the stag addressing them. "Are you sure it's not someone using ventriloquism or illusion to fool us? Like you said, it's twitching its face funny. I'm going to split off and see if I find anything."
Dom indeed tries to circle around the stag, keeping a respectful distance and looking for signs that someone else was involved.
Damiano rolls his eyes hearing Domitian rather rude speech
Dom , Dom , Dom ! I am quite certain you did not mean to offend our visitor . Pray , let him continue. Speech is always preferable to heckling
after all
So, what can you do with sword and spell, pray? Would you be so kind as to show a poor forest creature some of your might?
Dom is unable to find anything amiss.
"I cut the arm from an undead man with my dagger. My magic is much more oriented towards fixing the injured, so it is hardly impressive. If you have any wounds yourself, I would be happy to use some on you."
Dom, incredulous that everyone is still talking to what he's sure is some sort of illusion or trap or something, keeps his mouth shut at Damiano's comment but continues to search for an explanation, refusing to believe that this stag was really talking.
Eianar feels blessed by the gods and wonders, Is this one of Estaril's messengers, a brother to the patron of the winds. Such a magnificent stag. He bows his head to the stag, "Mighty one, tis an honor ta speak with such magnificence. I along wit ma companions ere, are humbled in your presence, we have some skills but ave no great tales to tell. Oi ave powers ta heal some of the dwellers o the snow an ice, and skills ta find me way in this cold waste, but ave na tales of power or greatness." He shakes some snow from his beard, and looks wide eyed at the stag.
Possibly offended by Dom's hard stare, the stag lowers its head, scrapes the ground, snorts and charges. Die then, you pathetic creatures! it wheezes, in a shriller voice than you would expect from such a large animal.
Roll for initiative. The stag goes on 6, so if you beat that you can take your actions. It is about 30 feet away from you.
"Okay, this thing has definitely gotten crazy!" says Dom as he hears the shrill voice. He draws his falchion, ready to step up and strike.
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Assuming the stag charges him, he attempts to parry and strike.
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Shocked by the sudden turning of the stag, as it attacks, Eianar just gets a grip of his senses and calls out once more, "This mighty stag 'as been turned an given the power o' speech by magics." In an even louder voice he calls out to the stag, "Who gave ya this power? That made your nature so?" He continues in a normal tone to his friends, "Watch out for its kick, an dinah let it gore at ya." With that he steps to the side away from the beasts charge, sending a shot towards the creature from his sling.
More than a little puzled as to why the stag was able to speak, Ingrit's wariness left her alert for the attack, her bow snapping up even as the initial pawing of the ground signals the charge. With a single fluid movement, the huntress sends an arrow streaking towards the beast.
Initiative
Slow on the uptake, Erland brings his crossbow to bear on the creature.
Damiano swears Damnation and fire his crossbow
The stag charges but something causes it to stumble so that its attack is a pathetic miss. Not so Domitian's readied slash which hurts the stag badly. Ingrit's arrow gets tangled in its fur and Damiano and Eianar just miss.
Then you hear two shrill voices crying Geronimo! and the sprites emerge from the trees, casting Daze on their old foes Ingrit and Damiano. A third little blue-skinned fairy appears out of nowhere (about 15 feet behind the stag) and casts Shrink item on Domitian's sword. Bet you're not so tough without your big sword, ya big oaf, it mutters in a voice that you recognize as that of the stag.
You are all up again.
Correction: the new blue fairy is right behind Domitian, while the sprites are about 20 feet from you.
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Then both the stag and the blue fairy should be in the area of a sleep spell
DC 15 to resist ...
Both stag and fairy succumb to Damiano's magic and fall into deep slumber.
"They two agin, damn em. This time dey gonna get wha for!" Eianar says with feeling and frustration, his white beard hiding the red that flushes though his face. He sends a slingshot their way.
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"Bet yer not so tough when you're asleep," retorts Dom. Discarding his now tiny falcata, he instead draws his spear again and hurls it at the nearest fairy.
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But the spear sails wide of its target.
Erland pulls a flask of fire from his belt and launches it at one of the awake sprites.
to hit vs touch, fire damage