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Hassan nods his understanding. "Just trying to keep us from being ambushed like the Ulfen man was. We don't need to scout far ahead, just off the road enough to catch anyone skulking around. If you'd rather plow ahead, we can do that instead."
Hassan thinks about the bandits in his own land who would often waylay travelers by ambushing from alongside the road. It was possible the fey were clever enough for something like that, but it was also possible he was just over-thinking it.
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"Just a moment." Liam says, before tapping a stylized tattoo of a raven on his left shoulder. The tattoo begins to move, peeling itself free and standing on his shoulder, no longer a mere tattoo, but a raven of flesh and blood.
Looking around, she takes in the rest of the party, nodding a few times, but says nothing.
Your Journey is uneventful and hours pass fairly quickly, Shadow alerts to something ahead.
Near the location Yulnn marked, the temperature grows noticeably colder, the road ahead is littered with debris and the corpses of slain humans and horses. A carriage stands in the roadway, its team of horses missing or cut free, while another overturned carriage lies sprawled and broken next the tree line. To the south, more bodies have fallen around what appears to be a statue of ice. A snowy trail leads deeper into the forest.
Vadim, though clearly trying not to move into a potentially dangerous area first, urgers the others, "Secure the grounds, if by some miracle any of them still live, I would like to see." He doesn't wait long though, and will proceed to begin looking over all of the humans and then horses thereafter to verify their deaths, as well as the causes of their fate.
Pointing at Vadim while having Tuum's attention Fjeor orders him to "Defend". Once seeing the bear moving he goes towards the gap in the trees looking around for trouble and also what marks are upon the ground. "Give me a moment to look forward to see if I can discern anything on the ground." Fjeor rumbles while putting his shield onto his arm in case enemy still lurk nearby.
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Dismayed as Liam conjures the shadowy raven, Hassan bites back the urge to call him down for sorcery, which is a killing offense where he was raised. Seeing the value of the magical bird, he swallows his first reaction and watches as Shadow points out the nearby ambush site.
As Fjeor moves off to look for tracks, Hassan unsheathes his curved scimitar, expecting trouble. Warily, he steps around the upright carriage, leaning forward to peer inside, in case any survivors are holed up inside.
As they draw near the carriage, the cold wrapping around them like some cruel and grasping hand, Brenna slowly unsheathes the cold iron longsword, keeping her eyes and ears open for anything uncouth trying to get the drop on them.
Pointing at Vadim while having Tuum's attention Fjeor orders him to "Defend". Once seeing the bear moving he goes towards the gap in the trees looking around for trouble and also what marks are upon the ground. "Give me a moment to look forward to see if I can discern anything on the ground." Fjeor rumbles while putting his shield onto his arm in case enemy still lurk nearby.
[dice=perception]1d20+3
[dice=Survival]1d20+7
Threw the gap you see many footprints as well as hoof and drag marks leading deeper into thick blanket of snow
Vadim, though clearly trying not to move into a potentially dangerous area first, urgers the others, "Secure the grounds, if by some miracle any of them still live, I would like to see." He doesn't wait long though, and will proceed to begin looking over all of the humans and then horses thereafter to verify their deaths, as well as the causes of their fate.
none of the body you check show signs of life, tiny little needles of ice and shards of ice can be seen piecing many of the body's.
Dismayed as Liam conjures the shadowy raven, Hassan bites back the urge to call him down for sorcery, which is a killing offense where he was raised. Seeing the value of the magical bird, he swallows his first reaction and watches as Shadow points out the nearby ambush site.
As Fjeor moves off to look for tracks, Hassan unsheathes his curved scimitar, expecting trouble. Warily, he steps around the upright carriage, leaning forward to peer inside, in case any survivors are holed up inside.
[dice=Perception]1d20+8
The carriage next to you, faint muffled sounds can be heard emanating from inside it. The carriage its self seems to be locked tight.
Vadim sighs, having expected the deaths of everyone already but the feeling of the tension of a potential emergency leaving him and allowing him to relax a little. "Nothing too surprising, no life signs from the bodies I've seen so far." He offered, hoping whoever was checking the wagons might come across something more. "Some sort of small ice daggers appear to have done most of them in. The cold air has kept them well preserved." Not that the underdressed man felt the creeping cold.
Moving through the ambush site along with everyone else, Rorgar continues to look around for both survivors, and possible attackers.
"Mercy, the lady of the grave has had her work cut out for her here. Iomedae help these lost souls to cross over with their honor intact, let the valor these champions fought with be remembered in the afterlife." Lady Marianna says as she walks between the corpses of the caravan. "It's just bad as my caravan."
"Does anyone see anything to help locate where they took the lady?" She asks as she herself looks around.
"Tracks and drag marks here, leading into the forest." Fjeor answers over his shoulder to Marianna before peering into the forest.
"The snow looks thick although, we should maybe make sure we are well dressed before forging through. Has anyone found anything else? He queries.
Well, we should not put off checking inside these
Rorgar slaps the side of the wagon nearest him.
He then continues looking around.
In concert with his avian friend, Liam looks around for anything that seems out of place or unusual.
"Mercy, the lady of the grave has had her work cut out for her here. Iomedae help these lost souls to cross over with their honor intact, let the valor these champions fought with be remembered in the afterlife." Lady Marianna says as she walks between the corpses of the caravan. "It's just bad as my caravan."
"Does anyone see anything to help locate where they took the lady?" She asks as she herself looks around.
[dice=Perception]1d20
Your perception sees the dwarf staring down a snowy path deeper into the frozen forest. What can only be described as footprints, hoof marks and a large drag mark can be leading into a large blanket of snow. The caravan parked on the road, you can hear muffled sounds emanation from inside. A spear can be seen wedges into the handles on the door. All but the statue you stand next to have have been stripped of armor and weapons. The statue missing one of its arms still wears a breastplate emblazoned with Taldan heraldry. On the ground next to the statue, a arm still grasping a very well made longsword.
Well, we should not put off checking inside these
Rorgar slaps the side of the wagon nearest him.
He then continues looking around.
The carriage you slap, you can hear a loud moan and scratches emanating from inside as well as a flurry of movement. making the carriage rock a little
[dice=Liam Perception]1d20+1
[dice=Shadow Perception]1d20+9In concert with his avian friend, Liam looks around for anything that seems out of place or unusual.
Both you and shadow can hear sounds of scratching and moaning emenating from inside the carraige in front of you. Shadow seems to have taken a high interest in it alerts a "worry" feeling.
"Iomedae's ligth somebody is inside this carriage." Lady Marianna outburst as she starts to remove the spear holding the door locked, so she can she inside.
Liam knocks on the carriage in front of him. "Hello in there? We're a rescue party, it's safe to come out."
Hearing the movement and scratches from inside.
By the gods, we have a survivor.
Rorgar removes the spear wedging the door shut, as Marianna opens the door.
As the doors open, 2 zombies in guard outfits come tumbling out.
1. Liam
2. Brenna
3. Vadim
4. Marianna
5. Zombie 1
6. Fjeor
7. Zombie 2
8. Rorgar
9. Hassan
10. Tuum
Liam scrambles around the carriage to get a vantage point, then draws upon the magic inherent in his blood, and launches a missile of fire from his fingertips at the left-hand zombie
"Oh dear. We certainly do have a certain kind of survivor it seems." Vadim offers, quickly moving to the other side of the tree, and trying to gather his knowledge of the creature, offering to others anything interesting that comes to mind.
Lady Marianna reacts quickly as the undeads scamble out she draws her longsword, gets a good hold with both hands, and attacks the first out. "Danmed undeads, you will meet Iomedae's justice tonight."
Fjeor's concentration on the way into the forest is broken at the sounds of the unnatural stirring. "Undead? By the stones sake!?" he exclaims starting to whip around perhaps already to late and too far to aid the start of the combat.
"Oh dear. We certainly do have a certain kind of survivor it seems." Vadim offers, quickly moving to the other side of the tree, and trying to gather his knowledge of the creature, offering to others anything interesting that comes to mind.
[dice=Religion]1d20+6
Both you and Marianna recall that because they are undead and at one point in a battle of sorts, they still hold many of the wounds of there previous battles. These wounds make it harder for the zombie to complete actions. You also know they have extremely poor reflexes as well as unusually thick skin
[dice=Religion]1d20+5
Lady Marianna reacts quickly as the undeads scamble out she draws her longsword, gets a good hold with both hands, and attacks the first out. "Danmed undeads, you will meet Iomedae's justice tonight."
[dice=Attack PA]1d20+5-1
[dice=damage PA]1d8+4+3
As you swing your mighty sword and make contact with the zombie, the zombie seems to disintegrate at contact. leaveing just a pile of ratted clothes.
Zombie 1 first sight is Rorgar Brewmaster and swings its arms wildly in a effort to beat Rorgar with them.
Stumbling back slightly and grimacing from the pain of the injuries, Rorgar grips his trusty axe in a two handed grip, and attempts to put the zombie down hard.
Seeing the undead creature slam a blow into Rorgar starts Fjeor from his startlement and he fumbles out his pick into hand and advances at the fight in full dwarven speed, which almost allows him to reach them. Almost. Breath puffs from his lungs in small clouds of mist as the snow flies before him as he forges into battle.
Tuum follows Vadim to the tree, swinging his head back to scuffle happening on the other side of the wagon because pausing to sniff the tree enquiringly.
Stumbling back slightly and grimacing from the pain of the injuries, Rorgar grips his trusty axe in a two handed grip, and attempts to put the zombie down hard.
[dice=attack]d20+0+2
[dice=damage]d8+3
Your mighty swing failed to make any contact with the zombie who looks at you puzzled.
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Hassan is momentarily startled as undead soldiers burst from the carriage, freezing him just long enough for the zombies to attack. Regaining his senses after Rorgar is struck hard, the inquisitior steps behind the undead foe and lashes out with his scimitar, crying out his war-cry,"For the Dawnflower, back to the grave with you!"
Brenna, having been on guard already from fears of the possible fey or worse in the area, moves to the closest zombie. "Pharasma have mercy!"
Liam murmurs some wards in the same tongue he spoken to his familiar earlier, then flicks his hand at the remaining zombie. Another glob of fire shoots out.
Acid Fire Splash
The zombie explodes into a pile of dust.
After the second zombie falls, Vadim calls out, "Is it safe now? We should check the rest of the bodies, and the other wagon." After a few seconds of looking around, he waddles over to Rorgar. "Hold still for just a minute, and unless another undead menace pops up I'll get you right fixed up."
Vadim will then, with permission, proceed to bandage up Rorgar.
"Should be Vadim. These danmed undeads won't raise themselves again." She says giving the one she kill a notch with the foot to be certain it was dead. Then she bends down to pick up the longsword she saw one of the dead guards still holding. "This blade looks well made, does anyone mind I put it to good use in our coming battles?" Lady Marianna asks while giving the blade a few swings to test it's worth.
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"It seems the owner has no more use for it," quips Hassan as Marianna tries out the longsword. "Unless they plan to rise and take the battle to us like their fellows." He nods to the places where the zombies did battle.
The Qadiaran moves forward and looks inside the now open carriage making sure there are no more undead or foes hiding inside.
"I am curious how these soldiers were reanimated. An fey creature that can create undead sounds most abominable. Can your winter witches perform necromancy like this?"
"I'm not really sure about it, but I do think thet have some of the same talents a wizard does. So they might be able to do something like this."
My thanks.
Rorgar holds still while he is getting the hits sorted out.
After the minstrations, Rorgar stretches and swings his axe around to see if he is interfered with by any of the wrappings.
The only thing I know of the undead, is that they should be put down with fast, as they interfere with the sleep of the ancestors.
"While they might be animated by some unnatural force, at least we can take some comfort in that the necromancer only brought forth two." Fjeor grumbles looking at the other corpses still laying on the ground with a hint of suspicious. "A zombie horse might've been somewhat more troublesome.".
Turning around with war-pick still in hand Fjeor stamps over back to the exit again to look deeper into the forest. "Best we quickly finish our search and proceed after whatever has been dragged away." He suggests with breath puffing white.
"Most odd. I had been led to believe it was get but here? The cruelties of unseat instead. I would not put it past the Winter Witches though, friend Hassan. They are most cruel."
Looking to the carriage, Brenna steps over to inspect it.
"This statue has some well made armor, do you think he would have been alive at some point?" Lady Marianna asks studying the breastplate with Taldan heraldry.
Liam approaches the rest of the group and the wagons, checking inside to see what the attackers may have left behind.