Nymeria has trouble getting up on the rope, and then doesn't even make it to the river...
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She tries again, and this time she nails it, nearly running across!
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Not really happy about having to climb across the fish pit, the undexterous one carefully makes her way across without losing any blue hair to the gar nightmares below.
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"I got lunch!" Attalas beams with pride as he pulls the giant fish from the river.
Kosti falls into the water and is bitten once by a pike, but as soon as Attalas shadow approaches, the fish quickly speeds away
@ Ragnvald, nope, its a mixture of strength and dexterity, you have to make it by using acrobatics :)
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After Kosti Ragnvald is also bitten - these pikes are hungry!
Jez smiles as Attalas brings the fish out. You want to cook it? Or eat it raw? I am good either way.
"HAHAHAH EAT IT RAW?! Who ever heard of such a crazy idea?"
Attalas looks quite amused by the jest.
The pikes are clever enough only to bite once when someone falls into the water, then they flee ebfore Attalas has the chance to become a better fisherman.
After a while everyone has more or less safely reached the other side of the river and it's Mobo's task again to find the right track.
"And possibly slaughter the wizard as well."
Kosti keeps quiet and hold a bit of a Distance from the Group, clearly keeping an eye out for Ragnvald.
Quickly Mobo finds the right track again and you are back hunting the Red Raven. Now that the Kantele River lies behind you, the forest soon makes way for low foothills and the mountain ridge you have seen before.
Its getting remarkably cold here and after another two hours of wandering, you notice the first slowly drifting snow flakes around you.
The night will come soon and you have to decide whether you try to reach the mountains tonight or wait for the morning.
I am good marching for a while. Will need to rest at some point.
"My feet are tired. And that tricky man might come and try ambush us... we could use the light to set up a proper camp."
[ooc]Camp or no camp, that's the question here! :)[/oo]
"Ok ok, march on..." he drags his feet a while, before just getting on with the job of walking.
We pause long enough to cook up the mega-gar as Attalas looked hungry and didn't seem to think that eating it raw was a good idea.
Then onward.
You cross the distance to the mountains in under two hours, the snow flurry becomes a bit stronger, but you have no greater problems following the tracks.
After you have climbed the last knoll, a dark gorge lies before you that leads deeper into the mountains.
The gorge is a perfect place for an ambush with archers positioned on the sides and a melee fighters barring the middle and others hidden in the hills to attack from behind.
Perception: <- Jez blindly continues walking, oblivious to any possible dangers.
Images of the halflings and there boulders from before play in Ragncvalds mind as he considers the tall gorge. Shrugging off his pack the large man starts pulling furs and a large thick blanket out.
[ooc]Donning winter outfit.
"Let's camp for the night and move on first thing in the morning. It's out of reach now. Let the fools waiting in ambush freeze to death."
Perception
"Whats a Goblin Camp?" The Ogre enquires of Mobo.
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"Good place for ambush. That gorge be good spot to raid caravans, shooters up high with oil or arrows, stabbers down below." Mobo points to the places as he describes.
"We sleep in there and we wake up slaves or lunch, or we no wake up. Unless Red Bird just another dumb human with eyes that see too short."
Mobo could be right. If we want to rest, we should probably backtrack a bit and look for a place to hide, ourselfs. The ywill probably send a patrol before they start freezing to death
"Hmmm good ideas. I can hide and pretend to be a tree"
That works even better if surrounded by other trees.
The forest edge offers enough shelter to protect you from the snow and the cold. And when the next grey morning dawns you still feel a bit tired and your feet ache, but at least you had the opportunity to regenerate a bit during the night.
Kosti, his clothes not completely dries due to the weather, looks a bit miserable, but still does his best to prepare his spells.
0:Detect Magic, Daze, Acid splash, Prestidigitation
1:Mage Armor, Magic Missile x2, Color Spray
2:Scorching Ray, Invisibility
Jez gets up and stretches appearing completely unaffected by the cold morning.
She then picks up her blade, straps it on, dons her armor and joins Mobo to see how breakfast is.
That is why we have you the Master Tracker.
Grinning broadly into the grey morning Ragnvald breathes deeply in. "Closest I've been to home in a long time. Break your fast and pray to your gods! We have spring to chase!"
After you have wolfed down your breakfast (pikes?!), you walk dback to the gorge, but you don't get very far, on the next knoll, an elf clad in a long red cload, red leather armour and having a broad two handed sword to his back, waits. His long blonde hair is flowing in the wind and judging from the snowflakes on his cloak and hair, he has been standing there for quite a while.
Greetings, traveller. Might I inquire what fate does it take to bring an elven warrior like you to stand on this near deserted road while the winds already bear the tides of winter?
Attalas starts looking about for this fellows friends. Only an eedjit would stand in the open like that.
Jez loosens the bindings on her weapon, but does not draw it at this time. She peers about trying to determine whether there are any others waiting in the bushes.
Perception:
Well met travellers...may I ask what brings you into this barren land? I hope you know the stories of the Jarl of the North Wind? If not, I would recommend you go back to where you come from. turning to Kosti, he answers I'm only a traveller myself.
The story of Jarl of the North Wind? Is that the one where an overconfident thug attempts to overpower a group of peaceful wanderers only to discover the wanderers are actually a wild bunch of mercenaries with the end result being that the Jarl gets his butt kicked?
While our task forbids us to just turn around, I would very much like you to tell us of that Jarl. The more we know of the road that lies ahead of us, the better our chance to make the journey.
You remeber the name...as far as you know, the Jarl of the North Wind is a djinn or efreet who was banned from his homelands and found shelter among the jotuns of your homeland. Here he became one of their greatest warlord before betraying them (you can't remember the details of thze betrayal) He had to flee from the Land of the Linnorm Kings, but no one in your homeland knows where he went.
The elf gives a bell-like laughter
The Red Raven? Yes, I know him, but surely I'm not him. You will find him further north, beyond the gorge...in the icy prison of the Jarl. He rules the mountains you see and nothing can escape his frosty grip...nothing but Azurestone because of the Vernal Key.
And who are you sir? What brings you here?
"And so we bring the spring to the winter in some vain attempt make the winter flee." Ragnvald shakes his head. "Fools. The JArl of the Northwind commanded an army of giants in a land where kings are born by the sword and axe. And what does a bandit prince have to do with him?"
Sense Motive
Attalas just looks about, still unsire what to make of the fellow.