Kleora nodded in acceptance of their words and noted that the one seemed to slip and mentioned a troll. Good to know there might be one around but she wasn't going to push it and ask anymore. "As you're letting us go on our way unharmed I believe an exchange is in order. We have little to offer but I believe we can part with some food. It might not be up to your standards but it is the best that I can offer you." She reached slowly and carefully into her pack and pulled out a trail ration. Unwrapping it she set it down on the wrappings and then said, "It was a pleasure to meet you all. Should we meet again I am Kleora." With that she did as she had been bade, she turned, and continued up the path in the direction they had been going gesturing for the others to follow her.
Freyr sighs and doesn't drop his combat readiness. While the fey may be telling the truth, that doesn't mean they won't change their minds later. "Sister, do you recall the name Teb Knotten from back home?"
The sprites look a bit bewildered for a moment as Kleora presents food, which they like, and moves forward to go past them, which they don't. The lights move close together for a moment and then seperate.
"Now now, I said go back not go forward. Still you offer food and have been a distraction. We wont tell we saw you if you don't tell we let you past. Go... for all the good it will do you.
The snow is deep and movement is labored but they at least let you past.
100xp each
Frjya followed the group as they walked past the fey. She had other ways of dealing with them but she didn't want to use that at the moment. Not now. However she did think on the name they gave. She felt she had heard it before... somewhere.
The name is familiar, it may be a one of the servants of a lesser witch. It is on the tip of your tounge but you cannot... wait, yes it is a troll that helps..... you can't quite get the name.
What are you doing now?
Proceeding onward on the trail of the bandits.
Using snowshoes to help with mobility issues due to deep snow.
Keeping an eye out as we proceed.
Freyr nods and keeps one eye on the fey until they're out of sight behind the group. "That went surprisingly well." He shrugs and gestures for them to keep moving forward.
"I know that name... I know it.... He serves-! And it's gone... that's going to bother me all day." Frjya sighed as she looked to her brother.
"Fey can be reasoned with, you just need to be able to reason with them." She said as they kept moving.
After a bit you can see that the trail you have been following joins a game trail. The narrow game trail winds its way through the trees and undergrowth here. Hoofprints mark the underlying snow, leading in both directions.
From behind a snow mound a white stage steps out and looks at the party as it chews whatever it had just scavenged to eat. Swallowing it speaks “Ahh travelers in the woods. One of us is far form home but who is it, these trees… they are not my normal fair.”
The stag pauses and looks at the group.
“What brings you hear, not hunters I think/hope? Who are you?”
Day 2 - 9:50am
30 Degrees
12” Snow - Hampered Movement[u] Stat Tracker [/u]
Global Combat Condition: NONE |Freyr HP: 12/13 - AC: 16/14/12 Status:
Aramant HP: 10/12 - AC: 19/16/14 Status:
Tayanalla HP: 8/8 - AC: 17/13/14 Status:
Kleora HP: 7/7 - AC: 12/10/12 Status:
Frjya HP: 6/7 - AC: 16/14/12 Status:
Maja HP: 9/9 - AC: 17/13/15 Status:
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A less disciplined mind might question the oddity of a talking stag, but Maja had seen stranger things in her life, perhaps even today. "We are hunters, but of a different sort. We aren't looking for deer." She eyes the talking animal's winter coat before continuing. "Perhaps we could ask you the same question? Where are you from?"
"Yes... I didn't know deer could talk." Frjya said. "Wait... you said these trees are not normal so, what trees are normal to you?" She added.
Tayanalla thinks back to anything she might have read about talking animals.
From what Maja can tell it is just a talking white stag and nothing comes to Tayanalla's mind that would account for it.
"Most cant talk, I can. I'm from a forest with different trees. Trees with different leaf. What do you hunt? WHy are you here in the snow? Where are you going, can I go with you?"
The stag moves closer, about fifteen feet from the group.
"I'm sure whoever it is, they don't like us," Freyr projects back to his sister as she looks for an answer. "Let's keep both eyes open." As the strange deer approaches them, Freyr remains on guard. "Why exactly would you want to come with us?"
Tayanalla looks around to see if the fey have followed them and are using some sort of trickery on them.
Freyr gets the sense that something is off about this though he has no idea what. It could simply be that a talking stag is an unusual thing. Still he answers.
"I am just walking the woods eating leaves before they die. I am board. Why don't you answer questions?"
Tayanalla does not see anything out of the ordinary.
Kleora was pleased with the overall results of their encounter with the fey and nodded in agreement with her companions as they talked about it. "The fey can be bargained with, they keep their word, and they follow rules of hospitality in their way." She grinned, "You just have to know how to talk to us is all." Her tone was mischievous at those last words and she lapsed into silence there after.
As they trudged along Kleora found herself getting bored. It had been awhile since the fey and the monotonous trudging through the snow was getting tiresome and dull. Fortunately something always seemed to come up eventually to entertain her and sure enough the Green Lady provided. A talking white stag was different and she wasn't sure quite what it was and so bent her mind to remembering if she'd heard of this creature before.
"There is a whole duchy ruled by fey back home." Frjya off handedly commented. She has had dealings with fey before, primarily winter fey. So she knew what Kleora was speaking about was indeed the truth.
Looking to the stag she spoke, even if it was odd, "We seek some one, and we believed they where taken this way. Sp through the snow we go."
Maja frowns, but she waits for the stag to respond to the others.
She didn't trust the stag, sure as she was of its wintry origins and relationship with whatever magic brought it here. It only remained to be seen if it was allied with the dangerous fey that stalked the woods.
Kleora can recall nothing more about a talking stag.
"Someone taken this way. Intresting." the stag takes a step closer and as it moves mumbles something possibly casting a spell!
Freyr DC15 Will vs Reduce Idem on your Greatsword.
As the whispering stops a miniscule, green-skinned humanoid wielding a needle-thin rapier appears on the back of the stag. It moves up about 10 feet and to the north from the stag, a pair of dragonfly wings holds the wee creature aloft.
The stag lunges attempting to gore Freyr its horns drive hard into the ranger drawing blood.
Bold May Act
[u] Round 1 [/u]
Stag, Minuscule Humanoid
Freyr, Aramant, Tayanalla, Kleora, Fryja, Maja
Day 2 - 9:52am
30 Degrees
12” Snow - Hampered Movement[u] Stat Tracker [/u]
Global Combat Condition: NONE |Freyr HP: 3/13 - AC: 16/14/12 Status: owes save
Aramant HP: 10/12 - AC: 19/16/14 Status:
Tayanalla HP: 8/8 - AC: 17/13/14 Status:
Kleora HP: 7/7 - AC: 12/10/12 Status:
Frjya HP: 6/7 - AC: 16/14/12 Status:
Maja HP: 9/9 - AC: 17/13/15 Status:
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"It's a little man with wings!" Taya exclaims.
She steps forward, past Aramant to get closer to the flying little man.
Reaching into her component pouch, she withdraws a handful of colored sand that she flings towards the naughty little guy.
The sand changes in mid-air to a collection of multi-colored rays of light that streak out to engulf him.
Casting Color-Spray on the little guy.
Freyr growls as he notices the green man moving in his peripheral vision just a moment before it's hand comes in contact with his sword. "More fey!" he snaps, the blade coming out in one quick movement. He feels the pulse of magic and forces it back with sheer will before he feels the stag's horns ram through the rings of his mail and bury themselves in his gut. He can't fight back a cry of pain, but he grits his teeth and swings out at the animal.
"FREYR!!" Fryja cried out as the animal attacked her brother. She swiftly stepped up behind her brother and place her hand upon his back. Freyr could feel the magic from his sister flow through his body, stitching up some of the wounds.
Freyr grunts as he feels a few of the punctures closing, though more still bleed. "I've been worse, sister," he grunts, though it's hard to believe him when his shirt is still stained with blood.
The fey's ambush confirming her suspicion, Maja steps forward and draws her sword, jabbing at the stag's flank.
Kleora was startled by the little green man that appeared and did something to Freyr's sword, something which he shook off just as the stag attacked him brutally with it's horns. She rather hoped he'd survive the attack and focused her mind on the stag. She hated to hurt the thing but it was obvious there was no real choice just now. If she didn't act swiftly it might well kill Freyr. She focused on thoughts of pain and suffering and fear and thrust them into the stag's primitive mind.
A cascade of colors launches from Tayanalla hands splashing over the flying little man. Its mind is strong and the colors wash over him to no effect.
Freyr growls and swings, his blade biting deep into the side of the stage. Seeing her brother injured Fryja quickly heals him from some of the damage.
Maja draws her sword and attacks but her attack goes wide of its mark.
Kleora acts against the stag as well but he attack is blunted, only doing minimal damage. Still the stag is in bad shape.
Bold May Act
[u] Round 1 [/u]
Stag, Minuscule Humanoid
Freyr, Aramant, Tayanalla, Kleora, Fryja, Maja
Day 2 - 9:52am
30 Degrees
12” Snow - Hampered Movement[u] Stat Tracker [/u]
Global Combat Condition: NONE |Freyr HP: 5/13 - AC: 16/14/12 Status: owes save
Aramant HP: 10/12 - AC: 19/16/14 Status:
Tayanalla HP: 8/8 - AC: 17/13/14 Status:
Kleora HP: 7/7 - AC: 12/10/12 Status:
Frjya HP: 6/7 - AC: 16/14/12 Status:
Maja HP: 9/9 - AC: 17/13/15 Status:
________________________________Stag: HP 7/15 AC: 13/13/10 Status:
Flying Guy: hp 9/9 AC: 17/17/14 Sataus: Flying
Freyr recognizes the creature as an atomie. Clearly it has been touched by the winter weather. These small creatures can turn invisible several times a day and have the ability to shrink living things at will. They are hard to hit and can quickly fly out of reach.
"Atomie," Freyr says bluntly. "And a winter touched one at that. Watch it carefully. They can vanish a few times and they can shrink things at a touch. And they're fast little creatures."
"They shrink things at a touch?" Frjya asked. "Oh people in Feyfrost must hate them." She added.
The atomie locks eyes for a moment with Frjya as she speaks. "You know nothing, I am loved!"
Aramant moves to flank the stag and attacks with his sickle. His blow cuts deep and the stag shrieks in pain, nearly dead.
The atomie swoops down behind Araman but cannot connect with his rapier. "Leave him alone!" Suprised by the attack the stag turns and gores and kicks at Araman but cannot connect with any of its attacks.
Bold May Act
[u] Round 1 [/u]
Stag, Minuscule Humanoid
Freyr, Aramant, Tayanalla, Kleora, Fryja, Maja
Day 2 - 9:53am
30 Degrees
12” Snow - Hampered Movement[u] Stat Tracker [/u]
Global Combat Condition: NONE |Freyr HP: 5/13 - AC: 16/14/12 Status:
Aramant HP: 10/12 - AC: 19/16/14 Status:
Tayanalla HP: 8/8 - AC: 17/13/14 Status:
Kleora HP: 7/7 - AC: 12/10/12 Status:
Frjya HP: 6/7 - AC: 16/14/12 Status:
Maja HP: 9/9 - AC: 17/13/15 Status:
________________________________Stag: HP 1/15 AC: 13/13/10 Status:
atomie: hp 9/9 AC: 17/17/14 Sataus: Flying
Frjya gave a small grin to the atomie. "Then why have you been sent so far sourh?" She asked. "Was it because you've done something wrong?"
Kleora couldn't help but laugh at the atomie's response to Frjya and said, "I think you're adorable. As for your stag, if you want him left alone call him off. If he keeps attacking us they will kill him." She looked at the creature admiringly, "And he is a beautiful creature as well."
Kleora, seeing that the atomie called off the stag, said quickly to her companions, "Hold, don't kill him." She looked at the creature and said gently to it, "You have fought well but there is no more need to continue fighting." She turned her gaze then to the atomie and said, "I haven't seen an atomie since I left home near the Verduran Forest. It is a pleasure to meet such a valiant warrior as yourself."
Taya focuses on the Atomie, mouths an incantation, and flicks a finger at it, sending a tiny glob of acid flying at its face.
He does not surrender but does stick his tongue out giving a raspberry. It is cut short when a glob of acid nearly hits him.
Bold May Act
Round 2
Stag, Minuscule Humanoid
Freyr, Aramant, Tayanalla, Kleora, Fryja, Maja
Day 2 - 9:53am
30 Degrees
12” Snow - Hampered Movement[u] Stat Tracker [/u]
Global Combat Condition: NONE |Freyr HP: 5/13 - AC: 16/14/12 Status: Aramant HP: 10/12 - AC: 19/16/14 Status:
Tayanalla HP: 8/8 - AC: 17/13/14 Status:
Kleora HP: 7/7 - AC: 12/10/12 Status:
Frjya HP: 6/7 - AC: 16/14/12 Status:
Maja HP: 9/9 - AC: 17/13/15 Status:
________________________________Stag: HP 1/15 AC: 13/13/10 Status:
atomie: hp 9/9 AC: 17/17/14 Sataus: Flying
Freyr sighs, not terribly surprised that the fey was stubborn. He raises his blade again and brings it down to finish the stag.
Hoping that taking out the atomie would allow the stag to cease fighting Kleora focused her mind on it and said sharply, "You had your chance then. Goodbye small warrior." With that she bore down on the creature's will, her mind slamming as much information into the atomie's brain as she could. She could only hope that it would be enough to take the creature down.
Still worried about her brother, Frjya moved up and covered the gaps in Freyr's defense. Though she herself was no warrior.
Freyr manages to cut down the stag eliciting a howl of anger form the flying atomie. The howl is cut short when it grabs its head glaring at the party.
Frjya moves to beside her brother to help defend him.
Bold May Act
Round 2
Stag, Minuscule Humanoid
Freyr, Aramant, Tayanalla, Kleora, Fryja, Maja
Day 2 - 9:53am
30 Degrees
12” Snow - Hampered Movement[u] Stat Tracker [/u]
Global Combat Condition: NONE |Freyr HP: 5/13 - AC: 16/14/12 Status: Aramant HP: 10/12 - AC: 19/16/14 Status:
Tayanalla HP: 8/8 - AC: 17/13/14 Status:
Kleora HP: 7/7 - AC: 12/10/12 Status:
Frjya HP: 6/7 - AC: 16/14/12 Status:
Maja HP: 9/9 - AC: 17/13/15 Status:
________________________________
Stag: HP 1/15 AC: 13/13/10 Status:
atomie: hp /9 AC: 17/17/14 Sataus: Flying
Maja sticks her sword point-first in the snow and grabs the crossbow slung across her back. Keeping her eyes on the flying fey, she slips her foot through the steel stirrup and wrenches the bowstring back. Loading a bolt, she waits for the atomie to stop moving again.
Maja switches weapons and loads her crossbow hoping it is effective against a flying menance.
Aramant swings with his sickle but cannot even come close to connecting.
The atomie flies backwards a bit into the tree and with a snap of his fingers turns invisible. You hear a voice in the trees.
"Shouldn't have killed him. Big mistake big folks."
Aramant steps up and swings at the voice but is not even close to connecting.
Bold May Act
Round 2
Stag, Minuscule Humanoid
Freyr, Tayanalla, Kleora, Fryja, Maja, Aramant
Day 3 - 9:53am
30 Degrees
12” Snow - Hampered Movement[u] Stat Tracker [/u]
Global Combat Condition: NONE |Freyr HP: 5/13 - AC: 16/14/12 Status:
Aramant HP: 10/12 - AC: 19/16/14 Status:
Tayanalla HP: 8/8 - AC: 17/13/14 Status:
Kleora HP: 7/7 - AC: 12/10/12 Status:
Frjya HP: 6/7 - AC: 16/14/12 Status:
Maja HP: 9/9 - AC: 17/13/15 Status:
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Stag: HP 1/15 AC: 13/13/10 Status:
atomie: hp /9 AC: 17/17/14 Sataus: Flying - Invisible
Taya pays attention to Aramant and follows the big mans lead, trying to corner the atomie and hack it down.
"We wouldn't have killed your friend if you hadn't attacked us first," Maja reasons. "You have only yourself to blame."
The halfling keeps her eyes open and head turning as she waits for the atomie to reappear.
Freyr raises his sword defensively, keeping his eyes peeled for the small winter fey. He shifts slightly, trying to keep one eye on Fryja while also watching for their foe. "Careful. He's plotting something."