Ya wanna stay the night at the lodge then?
Sturion gets ready to turn back.
Rikael looks down at his two rapiers, and then to the group.
Aye, blanching the weapons now is a good idea. There's no telling if we'll even have another chance before the fey are at our throats again...
Aye, then, to the lodge we go, Tom.
Sturion turns the burro, and heads toward the front door.
It is nearly mid day at the moment. The lodge is still, occupied by the dead. But there is a fire place, and fuel for a fire there. You quickly start a fire and prepare the weapon blanches on theweapons of your choice. Please note what weapons are treated.
this takes about an hour, so you eat at the same time. It is now early afternoon. A light snow has started to fall.
Sturion busies himself dragging the dead away...they don't make the most pleasant roommates.
Urga paces with impatience and growls at the falling snow, "We should use the remainder of the day to recon further up the path. I suspect the fey will be waiting for us. Several shorter forays may be more survivable than trying to kill them all in one sortie."
Sildur assists Sturion, clearing the bodies out of the lodge.
He nods to Urga as they melt the blanch around the fire, "I think you may be right, though if any of the fey escape back to their master we may just be giving Izoze more time to prepare for our arrival..."
The hour passes slowly, but at last the blanching is done. After banking the fire, you step out into the falling snow. In front of you, you see a rope bridge, swaying in the wind, which has picked up a bit. The stream below still runs, but looks very cold, with some ice forming. The planks of wood are covered in ice.
perception rolls please. Also know engineering if anyone has it.
Thorn says, there is something over the other side, trying to hide. It's small, and blue colored. It's near the end of the bridge. It might be another fey.
Sildur strains his eyes trying to make out the creature Thorn describes. Failing he turns to the others, "If it is we need to drive it back before we attempt any crossing."
"Thorn, can you flush the creature out with your bow?"
Pulling out his bow, he tests its draw before selecting an arrow from his quiver.
"I suppose I can try however the very air seems to conspire against us here."
Picking a spot where he believes he saw the shape. Thorn makes his shot.
The shot goes wide, the wind and cover working against you. You hear a scream of rage..
You all see a blue figure try to duck out of sight, failing. But it is behind good cover.
"By the spirits! There's our quarry and I'm guessing fey by its curses and it's not very nice. I would very much like my bones where it is." Thorn chuckles ruefully at his failed shot.
Rikael, uneasy by the prospect of another fey enemy so soon, unhooks a chakram from his belt and readies to fling it.
I had hoped we wouldn't be tested on the road to Izoze. A fool's hope, it seems.
You consider the bridge. It is a rope bridge, with single file needed to cross. It is swaying gently in the wind. The ropes and boards seem to be covered in ice, as if somerhing spilled water on it it, then froze it immediately.
The creature is about ten feet from the other end of the bridge.
Seeing the group gather, Sturion steps up for a look.
Na...na, does not look safe one bit.
So, what do you do?
"Fey or no fey - we need to cross. Cover me Thorn."
Urga moves onto the bridge.
Rikael almost puts a hand out to stop Urga, and then lets it drop, not wanting to interfere with him again, what with the way the whole stag thing went. Instead, he readies to throw his chakram if anything goes amiss.
Sildur hisses at the half-orc as he starts out onto the bridge, "At least tie a rope you fool! You'll end up at the bottom of the crevasse!"
If Urga heeds his warning or not, Sildur readies a sling bullet if the fey moves from it's cover.
Urga, are you using a safety line?
"Wait Urga!" Thorn retrieves a rope and secures it to the half orc before tying the other end to the first party memeber to volunteer to hold the rope.
"At least make sure you're safe. I'll cover your advance."
Urga, could you make a DC 11 acrobatics roll, due to the ice. If you move at half speed, + 5. Double speed -5. Normal speed no penalty/bonus. Also, who is holding the rope?
EDIT: Wow, just checked, and we all have a 16 in strength. Lol. We're some strong dudes.
Sturion will grab hold as well. He's...stout.
Sildur keeps his sling trained on the fey.
Seeing the rope secured, Thorn prepares to lay cover fire.
Urga will move at half speed.
Urga, slips and is forced to stop about five feet out.
Starting again urga inches out over the bridge, the rope laced out behind him with both sturion and rikael holding the rope. Thr blue figue stays behind cover.
Urga keeps his eyes fixated on the blue fey as he creeps across the bridge, "Your witch patrons won't be able to save you when I get a hold of you."
Urga moves about half way over the bridge when the blue figure breaks cover. If flies out over the stream, out of reach of any melee attack (unless you want a fall followed by a cold bath).
fools, I am izore, blessed of the winter queen, holder of the cold flame. You have slain my minions, and I will freeze your blood.
A faint white mist seems to be coming of him as he moves, and his form seems to blur and ripple. It seems to emanate menace.
initiative please.
oh and
And
izore's initiative
I got some bolts 'ere wi' yer name on 'em!
The sling hangs still in Sildur's hand, "Your gambit ends here Izoze! Run back to your rigid Irrisani masters or perish here!"
Well, at least you had the decency to come to us so we don't have to trudge through the snow to hunt you down like the animal you are!
"The spirts tell me that dangerous being that calls itself Izore isn't a fey. Normal weapons should be able to bring it down." Thorn remarks.