The wild melee is over, with the skeletons smashed and the firs reduced to kindling. The skeletons have a broken scimitar each and broken chain shirts. There is no another loot. The trail continues.
Agatha asks if any need some healing.
Urga will also offer healing to anyone whom needs it.
"Let's keep moving."
Aye, though I wonder why such an obvious trap was set for us. I wonder if there is something more sinister ahead that this was supposed to get our guard down for?
He keeps Feybane drawn, and keeps his other hand near his flask of alchemists fire.
Sorry, no computer for 12 hours, I'll post what happens next then.
As things quite down, Sildur moves to the side of his faithful companion, inspecting the sticky sap coating him.
Frowning he turns to Agatha, "Dru would be grateful for a healers touch I'm sure. Does anyone know what to do about this damn sap?"
It looks like the firs and the skeletons were set up as a trap for you, but this trap was set up some hours after the weasel wen't through here. The frozen blood trail of the Giant Weasel continues as the trail leaves the clearing.
Moving down the trail you see an area of disturbance in the snow. A skeleton covered in ice is lying prone, its foot caught in something.
Perception checks please, with a +5 bonus.
Urga approaches the skeleton for a closer look.
The skeleton is still active and slashes at you with its scimitar. But you are well out of its reach. Its leg is pinned by a bear trap. You suddenly recall the hunters journal you found and realise this must be where he planted his beartraps. With this knowledge in mind, you quickly locate them.
The skeleton simple waits, its weapon ready.
Actions please
horn Pokes it with his Hooked lance.
Expecting that Thorn will have the situation covered, Sturion approaches slowly, longhammer ready.
Thorns strike does not end the undead menace. It lashes at Sturion as he approaches
missing completely. Sturions hammer smashes it to fragments.
Urga nods at Agatha and sets about disarming and collecting the traps. He searches the area for anything else of interest.
Apart from the bear traps and the continuing trail, you find nothing.
Rikael looks over at Agatha, her words shaking him out of his vigilant watch of the woods.
They use those to catch people?! That's... Horrible! Why would anyone do such a thing?
"I don't know why but here those bear traps are used to trap animals and we use them for food and fur." Thorn remarks as he stows the bear traps in memory of a fellow trapper.
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Agatha picks up a branch. A hunter seeks his prey, a cycle that is repeated throughout nature. The hunter chooses his target. These traps do not choose. Anything can set them off! she says, setting one off with a push of the branch. The teeth of the trap bits deep into the wood.
a deer, a wolf, a man or even looking at dru a bear
what would you do the the hunter that set one of these to dru silder? Or to your mule sturion. There are better ways to hunt
She throws the branch with its attached trap onto the snow.
looking at rikael she says they do it because it scares people. They do it because it is effective, they do because it is 'fun'.
She spits on the ground again, thinking it seems about some personal loss.
"A hunter does choose his prey and his tools are used for that prey. It is a callous and careless hunter who does otherwise. To accuse without considering that normally mules, and other animals do not stray towards traps without a hunter or trapper like myself checking out the area first does this late owner injustice. We do not do it just for fun " Thorn cannot help but retorts as a passing snow spirit attempts to cool his sudden displeasure.
Thorn does retrieve the trap with its snapped branch.
XP 400 each
type mechanical perception DC15, disable device 10
Trigger location, reset manual
Effect +10 melee, 2d6 + 3
if trap is attached to an immobile object, stops movement, if not attached halve movement. remove DC20 disable devices, DC22 escape artist, DC 26 str check
The party moves on
You enter into a large clearing, with mist swirling around large blocks of ice. The mist comes to knee height, something none of you has seen before. The wind drops away and an eerie silence falls. Then you hear the sound of a child singing. the sound is directionless, seeming around you, but it is faint.
Urga readies his falchion but will other wise remain motionless, attempting to discern the source of the singing.
The sound is diffuse, and you think it is in front of you.
Urga will detect magic on the area.
The area radiates magic, illusion and conjuration. There is an unreal quality about the place.
You hear it too, eh? More fairy witchin'?
Sturion steps up with Urga and looks around, twisting the shaft of the longhammer in his hands.
"I'm begining to dislike magic." Thorn mutters even as he brings up his own weapons.
Aye.
Rikael nods as he grabs for his flask, taking an untrusting glance around the clearing before taking a long pull and offering it to the rest.
Aye, this is wrong, and I'm not trusting it. Best be wary. I've had enough fey trickery for a lifetime, Cayden preserve us.
Suddenly you see a small girl, perhaps 6 years old standing there, looking at you. She yells something.
then she runs into the mist berween the stones and vanishes.
Urga barks a command where the girl disappeared.
"Enough trickery, surrender yourself or face the consequences!"
Who are you talking about? What old woman?!
Rikael waves Feybane to accentuate his words, but he doesn't follow the girl.
There is no response
Then something arcs out of the mist.
It hits urga in the face, covering him in white, cold snow.
Silence reigns for a second. Then you all hear a spluttering sound from agatha.
"A snowball? A little girl?" Thorn mutters as he gives chase.
Sturion stands fast, looking flabbergasted, and then starts looking around...
Urga brushes away the snow and growls, "The time for games is over. We must assume that this is either fey or witch."
Urga advanced into the clearing with his weapon ready.
Somethin' strange. Evil's been done here, but no evil is here directly. A curse?
Sturion scratches his head and looks around.
Consider this a combat round situation
The party can act one rounds worth of actions, then a reaction by what every it is will occur.
Urga, wai-, oh by the gods...
Rikael curses under his breath as he follows after Urga, brandishing Feybane.
There could be something even more sinister here! Be on your guard!
Urga casts divine favor on himself.
You move through the icy pillars, mist swirling about your feet. Voices seem to mutter about you. Then a voice speaks in clear
no I don't want your doll, let me back to my mother says the shadowy figure of a small girl.
Actions?