Fast Healing: 6/60 - Delayed Damage Pool 0/15
Active buffs: Hallow (+1 to attack, AC and saves against evil), Regeneration (fast healing 1)
Blommhilde marched straight into the foe, keeping the axe at the ready. Whatever sorcery the devil-worshippers could whip up wouldn't save them from swift retribution.
If I can get close enough to one that I can attack him, I will. Otherwise, I'm moving as close as possible. Attack:1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 11 + 1 = 31 Damage:1d12 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 Concealment(high good):1d100 ⇒ 5
Sigurd hacked into the mist-shrouded shaman, and though he was bloodied, he did not fall. Blommhilde chopped forward a moment later, but the mists threw off her aim. Meanwhile, Asta was striking out at her own foe, and felt her spear bite. It didn't go in as deeply as it should have, though, suggesting the unnatural creature was resistant to mortal weapons. The two smaller creatures screeched, then exhaled waves of cold over your group.
Cold Damage:2d4 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6 Reflex saves halve the first and second dice, respectively. Fail either and you are Sickened.
Meanwhile, the Shaman you'd attacked stepped back into the fog. Then, a moment later, you saw a faint rustling in the mists and heard the sound of moving feet. Only the ice creatures remained within sight.
Wretching as the hideous spell boiled her guts, Eydis focused on the summoned things through watery eyes and tried to attack again. She put less force behind the attack, hoping to offset the vile toil in his stomach with a little more finesse.
Fast Healing: 7/60 - Delayed Damage Pool 3/15
Active buffs: Hallow (+1 to attack, AC and saves against evil), Regeneration (fast healing 1) "Oh no you don't!"
Blommhilde rushed next to the shaman, but rather than attacking she prepared her axe, ready to hamper his movement if he tried to run further.
move action to get next to him, then setting up a patrol. For a 15' radius starting on me, terrain is difficult for him, I can AoO him and I get a bonus AoO if he attacks someone other than me.
Nimbly, Sigurd pursued the Shamen who attempted to evade him, intent on bringing down the Heretic.
Acrobatics to avoid AoO(if they even have reach):1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21Spending 3 Tension on Speed Step to move my speed as a swift action, following my Target.
Once he finds a target, preferably the one he bloodied but not ignoring the other priest, Sigurd continues his Assault.
Full Attack action if possible. If my move does not bring me in contact with a target, I suppose I'll spend another move and either Barrage for both attacks if they are outside the mist, or single attack strike if melee range in the fog.
Fighter 1|Hp 2/20 | AC 18/20 w/shield| Fort +7, Ref +6, Will +5 | Per +5 | longsword +9 (1d8+4) | xp: 180
The cold made Asta ache through her bones. A wave of nausea came and went in just a few seconds, the hunter's hearty constitution fighting it off. She dropped her spear and drew the strange weapon of Jarvi's people. Closing her eyes, Asta intoned a brief plea to the fates, and they responded, whispers tickling the back of the woman's mind. The weapon's weight became familiar in the hunter's hand, as if she were an old soldier, long acquainted with his favorite sword...
"Use the wraith's weapons," she said, almost breathless, "Our mortal weapons do little against these horrors."
Free: drop spear. Move: draw scimitar. Standard: activate spiritualism tradition to give Asta proficiency.
Eydis' Miss Chance, Low Bad:1d100 ⇒ 60 Miss chances apply even for crits, to see if you hit at all. No worries this time, though! ^^
Stabbing forward, Eydis managed to get her weapon to bite into the body of the injured beast. It didn't kill the thing, but it did hurt it. Blommhilde and Sigurd darted forward a moment later, only to lose each other - and the foes - within the mists. They'd clearly moved further, somehow, and wouldn't be quite so easy to find.
You can, however, attempt Perception or Survival checks to track them through the fog.
Asta, meanwhile, focused on the weapon she'd borrowed, even as the small monsters lashed out at the only target still directly engaged with them.
So, what kind of action are those? Can they be done passively, as in, as part of the previous action of trying to follow them? Or are they active actions and we would need to try some hide and seek-game where someone actively spots, then directs the others?
With a grunt Eydis blocked the assault, and screamed a war cry in reply, lashing out with Rokksper,and trying to ignore her stomach. It was like her first time in a storm...
Fighter 1|Hp 2/20 | AC 18/20 w/shield| Fort +7, Ref +6, Will +5 | Per +5 | longsword +9 (1d8+4) | xp: 180
Turning, Asta swings the sword at one of the creatures engaged with Eydis, the hunter's eyes widening as she moves the blade through the air with ease...
scimitar, flank:1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 2 = 21plus any plusses from the weapon. damage:1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7Plus any plusses or abilities from the weapon.
Free: 5' step if needed. Move: agressive tactics. Standard: Chop! Engaging in the same foe as Eydis will activate agressive flanking both, treating the creature as flanked.
Fast Healing: 8/60 - Delayed Damage Pool 0/15
Active buffs: Hallow (+1 to attack, AC and saves against evil), Regeneration (fast healing 1)
Blommhilde blinked three times. The Northlands did not favor a rigid mind, and she had trained for most conditions. The mist still obscured her eyes, but her hearing became sharper to compensate somehow.
Having lost sight of her companions, she cursed chance for not being able to shield them enough, and rushed to end the fight as soon as possible with a single, striking blow. "Fight me, cowards! All of you against a lone, old woman! I'll do without my ax, if you fear me so much!"
Perception:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26 Barroom Brawler to get Blind-Fight for 1 minute.
Essentially, a continuation of what I was doing before. Try and end my target. No idea if the previous rolls apply retroactively, so not sure on what flavor to base a IC description. Either way, I should get +1 Tension from the move action.
Sigurd darted through the fog, carefully following the tracks in the snow - but as he located one of the shamans, his weapon struck air instead of flesh. Eydis was similarly unable to hit.
Asta, on the other hand, managed to swipe down at the creature... and its skin parted before the weapon like it was little more than straw. The creature's entire body exploded into ice a moment later, leaving only one.
Blommhilde, for her part, charged through the mists, lashing out at-
1d3 ⇒ 1
-Sigurd and pulling her weapon back just before he was hit.
*Awkward coughs* Charges aren't very good for following tracks in the snow. Uuuuunless you have an ability to turn during the charge that I missed? o wo Because I can totally retcon that if so.
Meanwhile, the remaining creature pointed at Eydis and Asta, and you abruptly felt every bit of metal you had start to rapidly cool.
Will DC 14 (Asta):1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18 Will DC 14 (Asta):1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
...Although not noticeably so. The area was pretty cold to begin with.
Meanwhile, the shaman Sigurd had found made a curt gesture, then reached out with one hand.
Melee Touch:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
...Also to no noticeable effect, aside from the crackling black fire still surrounding their hand.
With a wicked grin, Sigurd deflects the priests hand with his axe, whispering:"A mistake, old man." as he followed up with two quick swings.
Attack 1:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18Miss?:1d100 ⇒ 69Damage:1d6 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 Attack 2:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23Miss?:1d100 ⇒ 36Damage:1d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
If the two attacks down him:
Watching the man go down, there was no time to lose - one more enemy was hiding in the fog...
Swift action for Speed Step - move my speed towards where I think the other shaman might be. Perception:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21 Survival:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
If the two attacks don't down him:
Attempting one more swing, Sigurd fails to connect a third time, his target reeling back in pain from the initial assault and the fog clouding his vision.
Attack Full Strike:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13Miss?:1d100 ⇒ 19Damage:1d6 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Nope, I just posted while I was sleepy and misread the situation.
As Sigurd attacked the shaman, Blommhilde assisted, in order to make sure that he was down for good. Stepping behind him to flank, she struck again, a strike from down upward aimed at severing his spine.
Fighter 1|Hp 2/20 | AC 18/20 w/shield| Fort +7, Ref +6, Will +5 | Per +5 | longsword +9 (1d8+4) | xp: 180
Turning to the next creature, Asta attacked again, trusting the fates would guide her hand into this one, as they had the last. They guided her true: the wraithblade bit deep.
Eydis was unable to bring her foe down. Sigurd, meanwhile, unleashed two rapid strikes but wasn't quite able to bring the shaman down - they were clearly much tougher than the rank-and-file warriors. A blessing of Althunak, perhaps, though they were far from invincible.
Case in point? Blommhilde's thrust, which did bring him down. You knew there was one more in the fog, though, even as Asta wounded (but did not slay) the last of the freezing ice beasts. Screeching, it disengaged and flapped upwards, vanishing from sight.
Through the Fog, Sigurd nodded to Bloomhilde in acknowledgement of her valor. He did not speak, not wanting to give away his position as he moved.
Instead, he faded into the mists once more, looking for a trace, or trail, of the other shaman.
Perception:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29 Survival:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 Stealth:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
If he finds him, Sigurd will not hesitate to strike at his enemy.
Attack:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25Miss?:1d100 ⇒ 78Damage:1d6 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
If you need assistance, just call and I shall come.
As Sigurd heads to hunt for the last shaman, Blommhilde moves too, distancing herself from her fellow axe-wielder, so that the clanging of her armor can herd the fleeing quarry towards the predatory maw of twin axes. After a score of steps, she starts again pursuing the shaman through the fog.
Perception:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
In case I get them Attack, Power Attack:1d20 + 11 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 1 - 2 = 11 Damage:1d12 + 7 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 6 = 20 Concealment:2d100 ⇒ (22, 30) = 52
Fighter 1|Hp 2/20 | AC 18/20 w/shield| Fort +7, Ref +6, Will +5 | Per +5 | longsword +9 (1d8+4) | xp: 180
Asta craned her neck, looking into the fog for the beast, and then to Eydis. Holding her finger to her lips she slipped into the fog, hoping to find one of the Shamans, and like a fish or fowl, catch him unawares.
@Blommhilde: Technically, that's a Legendary Talent. 8D ...And potentially available for this game.
Keeping a close eye on the ground, Sigurd darted forward and drove his blade into a cloaked figure, who grunted in both pain and surprise at the speed with which the warrior overcame the vision difficulties. Blommhilde followed, but wasn't accurate enough with her strike.
Meanwhile, Asta managed to pinpoint faint flapping in the fog high above thanks to some truly fate-blessed vision... and the creature let out a screech as it dived back down and exhaled another wave of cold over her and Eydis.
Cold Damage:1d4 ⇒ 1 Reflex DC 13 (Asta):1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18You take 1 nonlethal. Reflex DC 13 (Eydis):1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7Sickened again, I'm afraid. Fortunately, the condition does not worsen - repeated hits of this only extend the duration.
Meanwhile, the shaman muttered a curse, then lashed out at Blommhilde with a fist full of crackling dark power.
Having found his mark, Sigurd did not pause his assault, especially when the Shaman left himself open by his attack against Blommhilde - unfortunately that same attack and the fog caused Sigurd to misjudge the distance, but he moved to make sure the Shaman would not escape their grasp.
Attack:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14Miss?:1d100 ⇒ 10Damage:1d6 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 Attack:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11Miss?:1d100 ⇒ 40Damage:1d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 Flanking won't make a difference with the rolls, but I am moving into a flank or a position where Blommhilde can flank with a 5-foot step so he's caught between us.
Fast Healing: 11/60 - Delayed Damage Pool 12/15
Active buffs: Hallow (+1 to attack, AC and saves against evil), Regeneration (fast healing 1) Yup, those talents are on my wish-list... but shouting through the fog will have to make do, for the moment.
Blommhilde took the blow in stride, apparently unfazed. "You'll have to do better than this." she chuckled, before answering in kind.
Attack, Power Attack, Heavy Swing:1d20 + 11 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 11 + 1 - 2 = 17 Damage:1d12 + 7 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 6 = 18and battered for 4 rounds. Fort save DC 16 or staggered for 1 round.
Fighter 1|Hp 2/20 | AC 18/20 w/shield| Fort +7, Ref +6, Will +5 | Per +5 | longsword +9 (1d8+4) | xp: 180
She knew it was coming, yet was unable to fully escape the creature's winter breath. Both Asta and Eydis were in bad shape it appeared - Asta near death, and Eydis weakened by the creature's foul miasma breath. Hoping that this would be the last of it, Asta stepped forwards and slashed again with the wraithblade.
Between Asta and Eydis, the two managed to put down the second creature, and its body rapidly transformed into ice before melting away even faster. No normal beast, then.
Meanwhile, Sigurd and Blommhilde were engaged with their own target, and while Sigurd missed, Blommhilde managed to land a heavy blow.
Fort Save:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
At that strike, the fog flickered and faded out, and the cultist hissed over what looked like a broken arm as he stepped away and pointed at Blommhilde. Dozens of white threads shot out of his hand, aiming to envelop her and the area around her.
Reflex DC 14 (Blommhilde):1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 You are trapped in a web-like substance that prevents you from moving out of your current space. Anything that normally gets you out of a web will work against this effect.
CMB:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22Assuming the DC for breaking was 14 as well,
The sticky substance is disgusting, but Blommhilde is not easily constrained. Thick muscles tense against the spell and soon the strands snap under her unstoppable motion. With another step, she reaches the enchanter. "Is this your best?"
Moving to threaten him, possibly offering Sigurd the flank.
Utilizing the flank provided by Blommhilde, and the fact the priests attention was on her, Sigurd brought down both of his axes on the cultist, finishing the assault with another axe swing as he brought his main hand back up for the next attack.
Between your many blows, the cultist finally fell, and the traces of their magic dissipated. Back towards the boat, you heard cheerful battle cries. The battle there wasn't quite finished, but it was drawing to a close, and the cultists hadn't fared too well against the hardy sailors of the Northlands. There was, however, quite a smell of blood wafting up... and, indeed, the water just around the ship had turned red.
"That does not bode well for any one," Eydis mused as she stared at the red water. "No spear can defeat the sea. Let us see what blackened magicks have conjured this, and see if we can slay them before they harm ship and kin." She headed for the shore line.
Fighter 1|Hp 2/20 | AC 18/20 w/shield| Fort +7, Ref +6, Will +5 | Per +5 | longsword +9 (1d8+4) | xp: 180
Sheathing her sword, Asta ran back towards the water, plucking her spear from the frozen ground as she ran. Closer to the beach, Asta eyed the water, hoping for some sign as to what was happening there.
Wounds knit themselves until Blommhilde was as healthy as ever. "Tell me if you wish for healing. Sorcerous in nature, I fear, but it never failed me."
She grimaced looking at the blood-red water. "And here I thought wound sea to be but a kenning. Who would have thought our foes to have that much blood in them?"
Assuming there are 90 seconds of free time, I'm back to full health, for 28/60 Fast Healing remaining.
Sigurd joined in the cheerful battle cries, before bowing down to take hold of the Cultist they felled - by the time they would reach the boat, the stragglers would be dead, anyway.
"We shall burn them. They commanded dark magics, and there are stories about spiteful dead returning by force of dwimmer and will in the Sagas, I would not take such a risk with these..." Even if there is a strong smell of blood, by my calculation I am about 150 feet away from the shore, Sigurd would probably blame the after-effect of the magics/fog rather than the bloodied water for the smell. Unless there's more happening, no reason to hurry back to the ship, yet- ;)
Sigurd's words proved to be accurate. The last of the local cultists was slain when you reached about sixty feet away, his throat ripped out by an axe. Hallbjorn spat on the body a moment later, resting his weapon on his shoulder. "Bringing wrath down upon these wretched fools - a fine day's work! Let us ensure there are no stragglers, then see what passes for plunder around here, eh? I suspect there will be no chests of silver, but they ought to have something they no longer need. What do you see in the village?" he called up to a man staring intently over the side of the ship.
"Women and children, roaming free - perhaps the families of these cultists. Men who look like slaves. They do not look like they left many warriors behind, but these wolf-hearted... I hesitate to call them men... are all too likely to be treacherous."
"Do the woman of the village seem armed?" Not all peoples were like the Northmen, who expected those who stayed behind when the warriors went to raid or hunt to be able to defend themselves. Some always left some behind, to defend them, instead. The slaves could likely be discounted, although some of the older children might try to fight - a tricky thing. No true warrior would slaughter a child. But being speared by one would be an ignoble death.
"Were they creatures of reason, they would realize how they can't oppose us. Regardless, men or women, those who would not fight may be taken as thralls. If they are worth the trouble they are sure to bring, that is another question."
"They are thralls already, to a dark god that opposes our own. If they threat their woman like livestock, breeding them and forbidding them from freedoms like taking up arms, then we'll do the woman a favor by giving them release in death. There may be hope for the children, if the local tribes agree to take them in - otherwise it would be a mercy to end them, as well...they would slowly perish in this inhospitable lands, left without adults, or grow up seeking revenge and as willing thralls of their god.", Sigurd chimes in, retrieving his Throwing Axes.
Fighter 1|Hp 2/20 | AC 18/20 w/shield| Fort +7, Ref +6, Will +5 | Per +5 | longsword +9 (1d8+4) | xp: 180
"Well, we shall see, won't we," Asta says, turning towards the village. When she gets a little ways from the boat, Asta kneels and asks the fates for guidance, uttering a quick plea and prayer, and then untying a knotted rune dangling from her armor - the ruin for rejuvination.
Standing, the hunter walks slowly towards the village, her wounds ceasing to bleed along the way.
Using spritualism power to pick up the life sphere and revitalize talent, and give Asta 3 minutes of fast healing 1.
Sigurd walks close to Eydis, whispering as he cleans innards off his axes using a piece of cloth ripped off one of the fallen:"Both their wounds heal. Slowly but steadily, and by themselves. Do you think they have troll blood in them?"
It's not been that long since they found the 2 woman drifting on the sea...where other, more experienced sailors perished in the waters. So far, there was no reason for distrust, but they both seemed to weave alfar dwimmer, and if there was more to them they kept hidden, he wanted to know.
"I see no weapons - although it's always possible their dark god has gifted them with foul curses or somesuch." the sailor doing the watching said, squinting as best he could and paying too much attention to that to hear Sigurd's quiet comments. "I'd normally suggest a Swine's Head to sweep through the place, but putting men too close together could leave them all more vulnerable to dark powers. Better to ring the place, I think. Are we expecting any innocents to be in there?"
"Innocents." Sigurd spits at the ground "Just remember that choosing to stay weak is not a means of protection. Not from nature, not from gods, and not from warriors. Their whole kind is probably corrupted. If we show mercy wrongly, they will recover and return to take revenge on our children. But yeah, be prepared for anything. Even Innocents."
As you approached the village (a generous term for the place even by Northlander standards, given most settlements ran small), most of the women and children broke and ran, heading towards the forests inland. The prisoners, on the other hand, looked like they were moving towards the far side of the village - they obviously had no desire to be cut down, but they weren't quite interested in fleeing, either, unless it became apparent there was no other way to survive.
