Jarl can fly. King Yeti says matter-of-factly.
Attalas still looks confused.
"Gotta be another way"
King Yeti scratches his massive head and ponders about the problem
We could kill Jarl first, maybe we can take fly-magic from him?
"I like that, where is he hiding?"
He in his throne room...I can show you...but we need plan, he strong! King Yeti explains while patting his viceroy's head.
Jez looks up at the tall Yeti: Does he have guards? How is he strong? Big sword? Magic? Friends? Guards?
Attalas looks on, small mind clearly ticking away...
"Treasures can wait. Conquest first, then pillaging. What is his throne room like?"
Sometimes he is in garden of frosty trees...I say we go there first, just to make sure he not there...guards? He has some, yes yes...very small...even smaller than viceroy, and they are blue and with wings, yes, he has many of them, but they not strong. I can crush them in my fist! Go to frosty forest then? Oh yes and big hammer and many magic tricks...we go to frosty forest now? Friends...no, well, only me I mean, hah! We go forest now, don't we?
Jez nods to King Yeti before turning to Mobo: Well King, it seems we have a Jarl do depose from your realm.
With the certainty of a sleepwalker King Yeti leads you through the maze of ice corridors to the frosty forest (whatever that is). All the while he is chatting about the outline of his future realm (Yetiland) in which all cakes have to be frosted...He just started to ask Mobo where his Goblinland lies, as the blonde woman you met earlier runs into you at an intersection - she looks fatigued and tired and is barely able to raise her club as she spots the monstrous horde in front of her.
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Jez raises her hand as she steps in front of the larger members of the party - Yeti Kings, Ogre Lords, Goblin Kings and the like (ok, larger in their own opinions anyway).
Stop!! We mean you no harm!!!
Diplomacy:
Ragnvald looks around him wondering who exactly is the "we" Jezbazeel is referring to.
"At least not yet."
Attalas smirks at Ragnvalds comment.
The woman seems unsure, for a second, panic and exhaustion fight within her, then she slumps to the ground and says
Do whatever you want, I'm too weak to flee further or put up a fight!
King Yeti looks at Jez, nudges his viceroy and yeti-whispers (human shouting volume) She has diplomacy powers, stay sharp and learn from her!
"Idiot." Ragnvald says stepping forward and planting a heavy boot in the woman's gut no doubt forcing her to vomit and sputter. "Do you still want me to do what I want? Is your spirit so broken you cannot even be bothered to look defiant? Stand up woman and explain your presence here or I will allow that pack of monsters behind me to do exactly as you've asked."
Intimidate.
Jez steps up next to Ragnvald, big sword in hand while she twirls her blue hair with the other.
You see, we are hunting. Hunting big game so to speak. Right now we have a small retinue of goblins and several bugbears following us. And by following, I mean helping us with our hunt.
Jez pauses for a moment to allow the woman to survey the scene once more.
So, the question is, What are you doing here. To the best of my knowledge blonde haired girls usually do not just hang out in the middle of monster infested glaciers.
Attalas raises an eye at Jez's comment "Thats a good point!", and begins regarding the woman with deep suspicion.
The woman coughs heavily after she has spilled her stomach's contents on the ice. Not taking her eyes off Ragnvald she slowly gets up
You're a son of my homeland, eh? I try not to show weakness again...
Then she turns to Jez and explains
I'm Svanja Isasdottir, a new member of the Red Raven's gang...he hired me and Adros...the one killed by the yeti...only two days ago when he fled from Azurestone, we had the task cover his flight and work as his bodyguards...well, once we reached this ice maze, he tricked us and left...neither do I know where he is now, nor where the exit is...
Jez looks the woman up and down.
I suppose you have three choices. Join with us in hunting the one who left you. Fight us, and most likely die. Or leave and continue to search. I have no intention of killing you without cause, but I cannot speak for those who follow King Mobo and King Yeti the Second.
"Hrmmm sounds as if this Red Raven character has left many to die in his foolish quest. Few tears may be shed at his passing."
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"I don't want to just kill you for no reason lady, I'm a good Ogre." Attalas offers cheerfully, his half crooked smile sort of comical and terrifying at the same time.
"This Red Raven is bad, why is he so bad?"
The Ulfen woman doesn't need time to come to a decision
I'll join you. then she turns to Attalas and Ragnvald As far as I know, some "Jarl" abducted his wife and forced him to get some sort of artifact...but something wnet wrong, I think this Jarl tricked him...
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"He sounds like a Mayor"
Attalas grips his sword.
We now go on to ice forest! King Yeti commands, pushes Svanja aside and explains his viceroy that human women can never be trusted...
After wandering through icy corridors for what seems like an eternity, the passage suddenly widens - yet it does not get less cramped: The crevice is arrayed with a multitude of white trunks supporting a lattice of leafless limbs. Closer examination quickly reveals these are not wintering tress but ice crystals of monumental proportions.
Jez looks at the ice trees with wide eyes: They are so pretty. Who put them here? Are they magic? Is the Jarl hiding in the forest? Is there anything dangerous in the forest?
"Jarl first, rest of the questions later. And ys something dangerous is in the forest."
Jez looks over at the big Ulfen.
I meant something dangerous other than us.
Nonetheless, she reaches back and slides her big sword from over her shoulder and moves forward carrying the sword in one hand, but prepared to swing it with two if, or when, something should jump out before them.
"OOH these look nice"
Attalas follows on in wonderment, admiring the forest.
...Wonderful... Nymeria says, gazing up at the ice columns.
She approaches Svanja and walks with her.
My name is Nymeria. How are you? I apologize for my company, they are sometimes... harsh, I guess is the word.
Sadly Mobo's admonishing words come a bit too late for two goblins who managed to trap themselves - and now their tongues have frozen to the massive columns of ice...
In wonderment you enter the forest of icy trees, only to be greeted by a crude arrow hitting a goblin in the belly...the poor guy grins oafishly, points at the arrow and doubles over...while everyone is still caught up between anger and entertainment, you suddenly hear a human voice from within the woods of ice
Freeze or we will shoot you down! Who are you?
"Freeze? I aint that cold yet."
Attalas starts looking for the source of the voice.
But isn't able to spot anyone.
Becuase the ice is so magical.
"I am already standing still, you come out. I am Attalas, who are you"
Jez looks around trying to figure out where the voices are coming from.
Perception:
I wonder, what this is going to be - more creepy allies or a bloodbath to make Ragnvald happy...
"I am a patient man. The Lord in Iron ensures my path is paved in the bones of my foes. Even if the destination is only my rapidly cooling corpse."
Stepping forward and calling out Ragnvald does not bother wasting breath. "You slay one of our own from the shadows and then demand knowledge! You choose your introductions poorly, coward! If you want parley with those that seek the JArl's head then show yourself! Otherwise I will take all the time required to decorate the branches with your freezing entrails!"
Intimidate.
Slowly, men and women, step out of the cover of the ice columns. There are about 30 of them and most have bows, javelins, daggers or darts ready to fire or throw in their hands.
They wear all kinds of armours and seem to stem from all the known lands of Golarion. You think you have never seen a more mixed band of...whatever they are...well, besides your own.
A bearded, towering warrior, with a massive throwing hammer in one hand, takes the lead of the strangers and bellows
You cannot impress me, whelp! I'm Bjorn Asgeirson, Huscarl of the Lord of Snowflake Bay! We're prisoners here just like you are and if you have come to kill the Jarl, then we are bound for a common goal!
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"Aha! We have come to kill the Mayor!"
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Mobo glances at his latest dead minion.
"If we bound together, then it only fair we get to kill one of yours. Even King Mobo Bang-Dead talk before shooting... most of the time."
Mobo's beady eyes narrow at the bearded warrior.
"Every human we meet in here say they are prisoners. Mobo thinks his clan going to have thirty knives to stab us in the back or turn goblins over to the Jarl."
Jez steps up between King Mobo and Attalas:
If you are an enemy of the Jarl, then you are a friend. But, we need to see your good faith. If you truly mean us no harm, then send one with healing skills to heal the warrior you shot. He did you no harm, and unless you prefer a very unhappy ogre and his friends tracking you down, I think your agreement to this demand is not unreasonable.
Diplomacy: <-- my rolls suck today
It was just a goblin!
the bearded warrior says and obviously does not get your point, then he hesitates, gives Atttalas another look and adds And he looks like he is beyond healing anyway...but...ok...we can compensate for his death...what about 10 gold pieces?!
Jez looks back at the man: And if we shot one of you without provocation and said - "It was just a human." or "It was just and elf." - Would you accept 10 gold as compensation?
Depends on whom you would have hit. the Ulfen warrior says matter-of-factly...You accept our compensation?