"પછી અહીં વિચાર અને તેને મારવા! તે તેને મળ્યું છે! અમે તમને પાછળ પડો જોઈએ! અને શું ખાલી બકબક વાત સાથે છે?"
Then get up here and kill it! It's got him! We should fall behind you! And what's with the gibberish speak?
It's like she never even heard you before.
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Marek scrambles forward, trying to close the gap between himself and the serpent. The deep snow makes it really hard to move, almost impossible. "Try to hold on, Martok! We're coming!" he shouts, panting and breath misting.
As wades in the snow, Marek shoots another arrow at the creature, hoping to hurt it and draw it's attention.
Marek scrambles forward, trying to close the gap between himself and the serpent. The deep snow makes it really hard to move, almost impossible. "Try to hold on, Martok! We're coming!" he shouts, panting and breath misting.
Seeing Aurora's magic making Martok's armor oily and slippery-looking, Marek takes an aim and waits for an opprtunity to shoot.
Round 2: Tatzylwyrm
Martok feels the serpentine creature flex its coils and about to rake him with his claws, its hideous breath on his face, when at the last second, he notices a small gap by his waist and quickly ducks and roll, escaping the creature's grasp! The Tatzylwyrm curses in Draconic but does not flee!
Not sure what to make of his slippery armor, the dwarf is just plain thankful that he is out that deadly embrace. Somewhat dizzy from the loss of blood, Martok is glad to know his new friends are with him.
He quickly around and grasps his spear with both hands and jabs at the beast's underbelly, hoping it is somewhat softer than the rough scales that scratched his body.
Martok's spear draws blood from the creature's soft underbelly. The creature looks very healthy, with Martok the only one hurting it so far!
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Glad to finally be in range, Exiel will take a swing in round 3.
Attack:
Damage:
Gibberish-speak? What on earth are you on about, girl!? I've only been using the same languages you yourself have been using! And I SPECIFICALLY said to get back behind me BEFORE you charged right in!
Gods, do I have to deal with a crazy girl NOW of all times?
Vesna glares at the Paladin. "તમે કે હું મૂર્ખ નથી મારી સાથે વાત ન કરો. તમે મને પાછા ખેંચી લેવા માંગતા હોય તો, ફક્ત તે કહે!" She angrily jabs her spear at the monster again before backing away.
"Don't you talk to me like that! I'm not stupid. If you want me to pull back, just say it!"
Exiel and Vesna's weapons do significant damage and the creature is quite bloodied now, but you see no retreat in its eyes!
Aurora exults in Martok's escape from the vile beast, and moves to a better position to continue the party's attack.
Round 3:
The wounded Tatzylwyrm hisses in Draconic and slithers backwards carefully to G7, its jaws protecting its flank, while it leaves a trail of blood over the fresh snow.
Aurora grimly loads her bow in a practiced motion, then levels it to fire once more upon the injured beast.
[ooc]In other news....worst. crossbow. ever...gah![ooc]
Knowing full well that he was not going to chase that thing in the deep snow, the dwarf pulls out his sling and loads a bullet. He sees Kitah struggling in the snow but quickly concentrates on his shot. "Just like chasing a wolf, eh Kitah?"
Vesna takes a step toward the fleeing creature and flings her spear at it. It sails wide though and lands in the soft snow.
The tatzylwyrm looks to the trees as a possible escape but then changes its mind and charges the party, launching itself in the air, ready to attack with bite and 2 claws! However, the wise Exiel was ready for such deception and calmly swings his sword and decapitates the creature, the serpent's body landing like a thud on the snow-covered ground.
When suitable, you search the gully and eventually find the creature's nest so to speak, buried in the snow, but you just find the remains of animals and no treasure.
I'm rather glad you're so handy with borrowed cutlery Aurora smiles at Exiel, using levity to hide her relief and let out some of the combat stress.
Is everyone ok? Martok do you need bandaging or is Lord Fire going to do his thing with your wounds?
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"Are you all right?" Marek heads towards the wounded dwarf, keeping his bow still ready. "I know how to bind wounds, but I got the impression your... flame.. powers... serve you better", he says starting to wonder what his companions are actually capable of.
Sorcerers, witches, who knows what... That one shoots ice from her fingertips, and that one walks lightly on snow as it was solid ground. What am I doing here with these beings..?
"Uh, and you two", Marek turns towards Exiel and Vesna, "could you, you know, talk so that others understand as well. We might work better as a team, if everyone understood each other.
"Are you all right?" Marek heads towards the wounded dwarf, keeping his bow still ready. "I know how to bind wounds, but I got the impression your... flame.. powers... serve you better"
Martok is starting to say that it was nothing, that he is fine when the adrenaline slows down and the dwarf feels the extent of his wounds. With a grave face, he states, "I should be OK, tomorrow. Lord Fire has already granted his cleansing flame today." With that he starts gathering supplies from his pack and begins to bandage the bite wounds.
"We should push ahead; I'll just be a little more careful from now on."
Vesna goes to retrieve her spear and then comes over to Martok. "I can provide some healing. Why wait until tomorrow?" He touches the dwarf and a spike of cold rushes through him. When he looks to examine himself, a majority of his wounds have closed.
She turns to Marek. "I don't know what's going on. First he's speaking some gibberish and then yelling at me about not following." She indicated Exiel.
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Exiel raises a quizzical eyebrow at Vesna.
"What do you mean? The only languages I have been using since I met you are the common and Celestial tongues. You are the one who insists on speaking exclusively in the Celestial tongue whenever something dangerous shows up!"
"Everyone else heard me asking to the girls to pull back and use their spells when that thing first showed up, right?" Exiel looks around, suddenly wondering whether it has been he who has been losing his mind.
"What do you mean you've only been speaking Common and Celestial? Wait, what was I speaking? Celestial?" She stares off into the distance and mutters, "Elizabeth, you could have told me."
She sighs. "Ok, maybe apologies are in order. This is still new to me. Maybe we can discuss it further when we get through this. You have someone to find, yes? Just don't be surprised if this continues." She points at Exiel. "You may have to help me. If...if I don't seem to understand, you need to try Celestial."
She walks away for a few steps, kicking the snow in frustration and muttering under her breath.
"Stupid mother. Stupid step-mother too.
Finally, she turns back to the group. "Well, let's keep going. Some noblewoman, right? Maybe she'll give us a reward."
Vesna looks at him oddly. "Yes I understood you in both languages. I swear I never learned Celestial but I never learned how to heal with magic either." She waves dismissively. "Look, it's weird. I know. But weird stuff has been happening right?" She gestures around at the snow.
"I think you all might be able to help me between you speaking Celestial and Aurora using spell. But let's finish finidng your noblewoman first. Then we can talk."
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You continue the road East, with the temperature still hovering just below freezing. After another hour of traveling....
As you are about to proceed further, you see something odd. Feathered bundles and strange fetishes hang from the lowest branches of the trees in this part of the forest, swaying and shifting in the wind. All are stuck through with small pins holding pieces of leather bound around them.
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Marek's teeth are chattering, and the cold creeps to bone and marrow. He can barely feel his hands anymore. Don't know if I can keep going on for much longer, he thinks but says nothing.
Marek keeps his distance to the tree and the fetishes hanging from the branches. This journey has been too full of surprises so far. Bow in hand, he studies the tree and surroundings from afar.
Marek's teeth chatter loudly enough for Aurora to take notice and feel sorry for him. She just can't think of anything she can do that would help, as he already has cold-weather gear. She sighs.
Vesna approaches one of the fetishes and examines it. Before anyone can stop her, she reaches out and prods it.
Continuing to shiver from the cold, the dwarf thanks Vesna for the healing magic.
Although unsure about her magic, he is happily surprised that it soothes more than anything. Almost whole again, he ventures near the fetishes and examines them. First, he touches them and watches as they sway on the branch. Then, when nothing seems wrong with them , he cautiously walks closer and looks at them in detail.
As you examine the bundles, you realize the feathered fetishes are actually the frozen corpses of dead crows, pierced with tiny arrows.
This place is eerie, anyone know if it's a burial ground or sacred place of some sort?
Aurora glances around from branch to branch, looking a little uncomfortable and holding her crossbow a little more tightly.
Martok's concern is etched on his face. "Is this some sort of warning or is there foul magic involved here?"
Kitah makes her way out of the winter coat and sniffs around. Seeing the dead birds are about her size, she squeaks in protest and dives back down.
The dwarf turns to Marek, "Fey, eh? Tiny fey. Any of you northern blooded ladies know anything more about this?"
He immediately looks around to see if further clues are available.
"I'm afraid not Martok, I can't recall anything specific about this sort of ritualistic behavior. It seems you know more than I in that it is Fey-related."
She glances about, suddenly a bit more wary.
Perhaps we should indeed push forward, we only have so many hours left till dark
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"Though I know little about them specifically, I do know that generally, fey are often capricious, and sometimes cruelly so. It wouldn't surprise me if this was some kind of sick past-time of theirs. Or their version of decorating their territory," Exiel says grimly as he looks with distaste at the little packages of carnage around him.
"Let's press on. We're not doing any good standing around here, and we still have someone we need to rescue."
As you move forth, suddenly Marek feels a tiny prick on his neck. When he pulls out the thorn, he sees a tiny arrow similar to the ones in the crows' dead bodies and suddenly, feels a chill of cold that numbs his body. Martok and Exiel also see tiny frost arrows strike their armor but not penetrate.
Round 1:
Before the party can react, more arrows fly from the forest and hit each of the three males in the front! Exiel feels a numbness go through his body, while Martok's arrow catches him in the face but he pulls it out before succumbing to the cold.
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"What the? Enemies? Where?" Exiel calls out, momentarily flustered by the sudden attack from an unseen foe.
Even as the words part from his lips, however, he hears in his mind Yi Ruo's calm voice repeating one of his lectures from Exiel's training days.
"Calm yourself, Exiel. You cannot strike at an enemy you can't locate. If your enemy is hidden from you, then your options are to retreat or locate your enemy."
"Retreat's not an option, not when they likely have the advantage of mobility in this accursed snow. Locate them then," Exiel mutters to himself softly.
Standard action to make a new perception check:
"તે શું છે? શું-ઓહ, પવિત્ર તમામ બાબતો ના પ્રેમ! હું ફરીથી આકાશી બોલતા છું, હું નથી?" She looks to Exiel and sighs in frustration. Vesna moves off to one side, trying to spot their attackers. The girl seems to almost speed along the top of the snow instead of sinking in like the rest of them.
What is it? What- Oh, for the love of all things holy! I'm speaking Celestial again, aren't I?
There, on the ridge, both sides! shouts Aurora.
She brings up her crossbow and fires in one smooth movement.
The dwarf winces as he pulls out the frozen needle. Following Aurora's gaze, he also moves towards the diminutive fey. "They have the advantage with their flying. let's move in and cut them off. One at a time!"
He trudges through the snow, pulls out his sling, and fires at the fey but the bullet falls way of mark.
Round 2:
Realizing they've been spotted, the sprites go on the offensive!
The blue-halo sprite shoots Vesna and misses!
The green-halo spite flies up to H20 and shoots Exiel
The orange-sprite, a female, feeling bold, flies up to F16 and intones arcane magic, when suddenly bright flashing colors shoot out of her hands and strike Exiel, Marek, and Martok in its burst!
Aurora draws a quick breath, recognising the arcane magic blasting her comrades, and thinking she must take this caster out of the fight.
She grits her teeth, moving up and harnessing her own magical energy, which culminates in her own spray of scintillating colored ice blasting through the location of the orange sprite.
Closing his eyes at the last minute, the dwarf is able to avoid the worst of the spell from the fey. Martok notes that Exiel is down but has no time to spare at this time, not when the flying fey is so close.
He trudges through the snow and impales the tiny winter-touched with his spear.
The dwarf then crouches down to see how Exiel was doing. He yells, "C'mon everyone. One fey down, let's concentrate on the next one."
He is really hoping the fey leave but was ready to attack should they continue to harrass them.
Martok's melee spear thrust hits the agile little sprite and you see a little of the wound close due to the creature's fey nature but it does not look near death.