Reign of Winter - DM Twilight (Inactive)

Game Master DM Twilight

A spot of flex-time for the snowshoes:

Still huddling with the blanket around her shoulders, Theora watches Mirri work curiously, Sootfeather alighting on the elf's shoulder as if drawn there by the movement. Apparently thinking of it as some sort of nest, the crow perches on one finished shoe as it's set aside, pecking at the twigs and presumably getting shooed away for his efforts, flapping lazily to a tree branch to watch from a safe distance.

When approached with the strange creations, Theora looks them over appraisingly. "I've never seen such a thing," she admits, "but if you think they'll help me keep up with you young'uns, I'll try them." Her grey eyes twinkle with amusement at some private joke as she helps Mirri strap the strange things over her own boots. After a few awkward steps, she thinks she's able to walk at a relatively comfortable pace, though it will be some time before she's able to do so without inadvertently mimicking the gait of a duck. "I'm sure I look ridiculous," she chuckles to Mirri as she awkwardly shuffles along at the rear of the group. "But thank you, dear. You've helped an old woman out."

And back to now:

Theora manages to easily sidestep the log, despite the clumsiness of her new snowshoes, but two of her companions are not so lucky. "Jamarcus, dear, you'll have to tell me where you learned these interesting terms - what is a 'jive ass'?" she asks with a low chuckle, which dies on her thin lips as Lars and Grinkell begin to bicker.

"Alright, alright, enough of that! Both of you!" she exclaims, pointing the business end of her willow staff at each of them in turn. "We're working as a group, here, don't forget. Lars, don't be so rough with the boy - nobody appreciates being shaken like that!" In a softer tone, she adds, "And careful with your talk of ravens - they're curious creatures. Carriers of the dead, you know." At this, Sootfeather caws in agreement from her shoulder, before picking a bug out from his feathers.

"Now, I believe I may be able to call on one more spell for the day..." the archer muses, making her way over to Lars and placing a hand on his shoulder.

Continuation of conversation with Lars
Grimkell, about to reply to Lars, stops when Theora jumps in the conversation. The ulfen then breaks away from the pirate. Still, he obviously remains angry, for his expression barely changes.

Turning toward Theora:
"Boy? No, man. You are what, 40? I have lived twice that long... don'patronize me." he says, voicing a demand, his voice devoid of threat or agressivity.

Ready to leave after lars cuts the chest to pieces!

Altruism, now that was something that Lars was unused to; in the world he was from if someone graced you with a favor it usually means that they'll be expecting something from you in the near future. He didn't know Theora for that long, but for some reason he doubted that he'd be called on to do favors anytime soon. It was funny to him how he'd gotten so used to giving forged gratitude that giving a true one now seemed to take more focus than he thought it would.

Lars opened his mouth to put the words his mind to put together into his mouth...

Grimkell, about to reply to Lars, stops when Theora jumps in the conversation. The ulfen then breaks away from the pirate. Still, he obviously remains angry, for his expression barely changes.

Turning toward Theora:
"Boy? No, man. You are what, 40? I have lived twice that long... don'patronize me." he says, voicing a demand, his voice devoid of threat or agressivity.

The gap between the lips of the larger of the two verbal duelists grew, he couldn't that being called "boy" was enough to further stoke Grimkell's fire Won't be much sense in continuing this if that made him switch targets With lips back in their original position, Lars continued standing there, with hope that there will at least be some enjoyment after watching how this scene will end.

This occurs after Theora are Grimkell are done with their conversation.

"Kindness isn't something I'll turn down" Not bad for a start, maybe next time I won't sound like a bastard Lars shrugged, one side of his lips rose, but for some reason the expression seemed truer than all those that came before it.

No chest will be safe with Lars around!

Looking over his companions, Gii adjusts his spectacles. "Are you ready to move on?" he questions, absentmindedly patting Matias as the wolf stands at his side.

Mirri nods, "Yes, I believe so."

Lars tears apart the chest. As he reaches the bottom of it and pulls out the first board, he notices some things underneath it. Hurriedly he pulls up the rest and finds a pile of things thrown together and buried under the chest.

• 5 sets leather armor
  
• 2 sets studded leather armor
  
• Masterwork chain shirt
  
• 2 light wooden shields
  
• 7 long swords
  
• 2 spears
  
• Masterwork dagger
  
• 3 light crossbow with 25 bolts
  

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

A short laugh escapes Lars as he uncovers the loot beneath the wooden object that had brought him much annoyance Firewood and all this! Almost makes that sweet meeting with the log worth it...almost The blue eyed locksmith is quick to look through all the gear they've uncovered and as he raises the chain shirt he notes an odd bulge, examining it closer, he happily pulls out two vials of potions, one held in each hand and the armor now on the snowy ground.

"Crafty little buggers, but they never counted on me not leaving anything that isn't nailed down" Spoke Lars in clear jest as he placed the new found potions on the ground "Alright lets split carrying this loot between us, we can trade it once we get back to Heldren" Lars begins tying some of the swords to the side of his pack and stuffing sets of studded leather armor inside "Anyone wants to use this chain shirt? It's a lot lighter than most I've worn before, if there aren't any takers I'll happily put it on"

Welcome back Jammin'.

Grimkell, now a few yards down the trail, comes back to Lars' side when he hears about the discovery. Kneeling next to the varisian, he starts foraging through the items himself, curious to see whether he can find anything interesting. Yet, the mundane items do not hold any interest to him, so he stands back up.

"That's a lot of weight right there, and even though some of us are strong enough to bring some of these." he pauses and gives a look to Jamarcus."All this weight is bound to slow some of us, and right now we need to focus on retrieving the lady as quickly as possible." says Grimkell, his voice now devoid of any anger or aggressiveness toward Lars.

Done with the items, Grimkell goes back down the track, ready to continue the tracking.

Looking at the items that were found, Mirri says, "I'll take one of the crossbows if you don't mind, and the bolts. With winter fey involved some of my magic may be of little use, it would be wise to have a back up weapon, even if I won't be able to use it too well."

Hey, slow down there brotha', lemme see one o' dem leather threads

Jamarcus reaches over into Lars' bag and pulls out a set of leather studs. He unbuttons his silk shirt to show a set of worn leather armor below, which he quickly takes off, replacing with the new set.

His normal clothes go back overtop and one can barely notice the small studs pressing against the fabric.

He muses for a second and then moves to pick up the seven longswords, which he stuffs into his backpack and belt loops.

Almos' worth gettin' iced by a log , he chuckles.

What time of day is it roughly? If it's getting closer to night, this may be a good spot to make camp

Grimkell, now a few yards down the trail, comes back to Lars' side when he hears about the discovery. Kneeling next to the varisian, he starts foraging through the items himself, curious to see whether he can find anything interesting. Yet, the mundane items do not hold any interest to him, so he stands back up.

"That's a lot of weight right there, and even though some of us are strong enough to bring some of these." he pauses and gives a look to Jamarcus."All this weight is bound to slow some of us, and right now we need to focus on retrieving the lady as quickly as possible." says Grimkell, his voice now devoid of any anger or aggressiveness toward Lars.

Done with the items, Grimkell goes back down the track, ready to continue the tracking.

"She waited a few hours, she can wait a couple of more minutes" He called after Grimkell, his tone not different from what it was before their disagreement Calmed down eh? Not the type to hold a grudge I guess...good I have enough of those chasing me The spears were next to be tied to the side of Lars' pack, the shield went inside along with the armors made of leather, and the dagger slid into his belt.

Looking at the items that were found, Mirri says, "I'll take one of the crossbows if you don't mind, and the bolts. With winter fey involved some of my magic may be of little use, it would be wise to have a back up weapon, even if I won't be able to use it too well."

"Always good to have a backup plan" Lars gave the sorceress a grin as he happily handed her the bolts and let her take her pick of the crossbows and put the rest in his pack.

Hey, slow down there brotha', lemme see one o' dem leather threads

Jamarcus reaches over into Lars' bag and pulls out a set of leather studs. He unbuttons his silk shirt to show a set of worn leather armor below, which he quickly takes off, replacing with the new set.

His normal clothes go back overtop and one can barely notice the small studs pressing against the fabric.

He muses for a second and then moves to pick up the seven longswords, which he stuffs into his backpack and belt loops.

Almos' worth gettin' iced by a log , he chuckles.

Lars gave a snicker to Jamarcus "You'll hear no argument from me" The former pirate took of his trench coat, undid the straps of the studded leather armor he had beneath it, dropped it in the pack and slid on the chain shirt and wore the trench coat over it.

Gii keeps a lookout as the men change their equipment. Matias is sniffing the ground, pawing in the general direction of where the tracks had been leading.

"Well, that's much better," Theora chuckles, looking appreciatively over Lars' finds. "If I may, lad?" She holds out a hand for the potions, before dabbing a drop of one, then the other, on her tongue, attempting to discern the taste.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

"Hmph. Blasted cold is killing my taste buds," she mutters in irritation, handing them back. "Well, we should probably keep moving, once you're done harvesting."

Seeing Theora trying to identify the potions, Mirri walks up and asks, "May I?" She casts a spell and a pale blue glow seems to come from beneath her blindfold as she takes each potion and examines it.

Spell craft to id potion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Spell craft to id potion 2 if needed: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

While the others are still inspecting the items, Grimkell stays next to doctor Gii and Matias. At first, focused on looking out with the doctor, the ulfen quickly gets bored, and starts tapping his foot before calling out to the others:

"If you keep it up that way, Heldren will freez over!" he goads them before, chuckling.

He then turns toward the aasimar:

"So, you are are doctor... what is it that you study?"

Does Gii look like an aasimar or a human? If human, what type?

Sorry, don't know how I missed this post. Gii looks like a normal black-haired, blue-eyed guy wearing glasses. His eyes are more gem-like than most humans, but it's really difficult to tell he's an aasimar at a glance.

"I am a scholar of all magics. During my studies, I picked up enough understanding of healing magics that I was able to diagnose and treat illness. The title is not one I made for myself," Gii responds, a wry smile on his face.

Noticing the lull in activity after the log debacle, Jamarcus takes a moment to himself and unpacks the keg out of his bag.

He sits down, uncorks it, and takes a long pull while gazing over the rest of the group.

Grimkell follows Gii's answer intently, nodding and seemingly really interested.

"What were these studies? Where? What? When?" he asks in a volley.

As the ulfen speaks, his stern expression seems to melt away giving place to an almost childish, wide eyed, expression of curiosity.

"I studied at the temple of Nethys in Absalom," Gii states, looking slightly put-off by the barrage of questions. "Until the All-Seeing Eye graced me with his gift, that is," the doctor says, patting Matias between the ears.

I'm going to start off from the next morning. After the loot that was found with the trapped chest is divided in whatever ways it was decided, the group continued on a ways further following the trail until it became apparent that you would not find your quarry this night. Finding a place not too far away from the trial, you set up camp and tucked in for the night doing your best to stay warm.

The next morning you awoke to find that Doctor Gii and his furred friend Matias slipped away in the night. Gii, if you see this and you wish to, you are welcome to write a farewell note. Either way, a note is found where it would easily be seen explaining Gii's absence and his and Matias' trails can be seen leading back towards Heldren.

While Gii and his companion appear to have disappeared, a small letter addressed to the others remains.

"Someone's already abandoned ship eh?" Lars stretched back his arms and closed his eyes, his voice flat with nonchalance.

"He looked like he could hold his own in a fight...something we'll be needing when we meet our log swinging bandits" Lars began donning his armor and buckling the different straps and belts he had on his person "But on the bright side that means one less person we'll need to share the spoils with" He gave the group a half smile before walking to the corpse of the small fire they had started and poking its remains with a stick.

Yesterday
Once it became quite evident that the group would not be moving further that day, for the sun was setting, Grimkell looked at the others, trying to see who would take the lead. Offering support to whoever takes charge I am guessing Mirri with the charisma score she has. , the ulfen gives a few pointers as to how to prepare some kind of shelter for the night.

Stern and serious during the preparations, Grimkell becomes much more animated once they get a fire going, eat, and drink some of Jamarcus' alcohol. While they all sit warming themselves to the flames, the ulfen takes out a lyre and starts playing a song. The melody starts softly, but quickly takes up a quick and powerful tone. Once Grimkell reaches an apparent climax in the song, he starts singing, adding unimaginable notes with his voice (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NUiT8M4WUYQ, with a bit more music at the beginning).

Then, Grimkell prepares his bedroll and blankets in order to go to bed. While the ulfen removes his armor, someone observant would notice that he takes great care to stay as covered by furs as possible. More so than the current cold would require.

In the morning
Grimkell wakes up to find Gii letter. Done reading it, he shakes his head in disappointment.

"Well, at least he did not run in fear he says. Still, I feel he will not be following as heroic a path as us." he turns to Lars after the man speaks "Ha! more about spoils! But I agree let's not worry, there will be more glory for us... not only that, we will need to be even more ressourful. Nothing like a good challenge!"

Grimkell dons his armor as carefully as he removed it before packing his things and heading for the trail to wait for the others. Apparently still excited about the chase, he does not lend a hand to the others who are still getting there things in order.

That night:
While she's still enjoying the drastically cooler temperatures, Mirri quickly realizes that the others don't, nor do most of them seem to know how to set up a camp in these conditions. Fortunately Mirri is quite knowledgeable at it as she should be with where she's from and finds a decent spot with plenty of shelter. "Alright, here's what we need to do, the fire goes here and the bedrolls here and here. The biggest difference in sleeping arrangements we'll face is space. For now we're probably alright sleeping individually but if the temperature drops much more we would be well advised to figure out who shares a bedroll with whom. We won't likely need that now but we probably will before too much longer so we should determine that now."

As the sun goes down Mirri carefully removes the blindfold she's been wearing from her around her eyes. At this point you can easily see that the pupils are so large that her eyes seen like two black pools rimmed with a thin band of ice blue. She partakes of the meal and, when she is ready to bed down for the night looks at Theora, "If you feel you're getting too cold tonight wake me, I'll make room for you to join me in my bedroll for warmth."

The next morning:
When everyone has risen from eating Mirri helps Theora put on her snowshoes again and then goes around handing each person a veil like item similar to what she wears, "Keep these handy, if you find that your eyes are hurting then wrap this around your head, it is thin enough to see through but will help cut down on the glare from the snow and prevent snow blindness. Use them if you need to."

Lars accepted the veil from the elven woman, holding it out and looking at it curiously "I've seen a few transparent veils in my travels" Said the former pirate as he flashed a mischievous grin to the group "But they weren't used for something as useful as your describing" Continued Lars as he rapped the veil and placed it in coat pocket.

"Still thank you" A surprisingly genuine and sober pitch rang in his voice "And to think I never got you anything myself" The grin matured into a teeth baring smile "We'll have to fix that when we get back to Heldren"

Theora and Jamarcus, are you two still with us?

here is the real link for the song described earlier!

His attention drawn away from their quest by Lars's comment, Grimkell stops tapping his foot in appatience and turns toward the blond man.

"Always something amusing to say! Ha! You're truly quite the jester. It must be nice to have you as a drinking companion... I hope you can hold your liquor because as soon as we are done with saving the lady and possibly stopping this strange wether, I am drinking with you. And I am expecting you to make that evening fun!" Grimkell pauses for a moment and seems to remember something. Barely taking time to breath, he continues "Are you a good womanizer?" he ends with a smirk.

Grimkell looks toward Lars for an answer and barely notices Mirri approaching and handing him a scarf. Absent mindedly, he takes it and nods to her in thanks.

Always something amusing to say! Ha! You're truly quite the jester. It must be nice to have you as a drinking companion... I hope you can hold your liquor because as soon as we are done with saving the lady and possibly stopping this strange wether, I am drinking with you. And I am expecting you to make that evening fun!

No isn't an answer I can give eh? Well a night at a tavern may be just what I need after we find this lady Lars turned his smile towards Grimkell and opened his mouth in preparation to reply...

Grimkell pauses for a moment and seems to remember something. Barely taking time to breath, he continues "Are you a good womanizer?" he ends with a smirk.

An exaggerated sigh of defeat sped past any words the blond man might have planned to speak, he followed that expression with a solemn snicker, as his eyes wandered towards the past for but a moment before refocusing on Grimkell "I had been when I was rich" The trapper let loose a short chortle "Funny how everyone thinks your words are worth listening to when your pockets are overflowing with coin" Lars shrugged before placing a friendly hand on the other blond's shoulder "Just do me a favor and don't steal every girl in the tavern, I bet all it takes is a look with those blue eyes of yours"

Last night:

Theora doesn't partake much of the drink, though she enjoys the fire and the music. She happily follows Mirri's suggestions and directions, humming a light tune to herself as she sets up her own bedroll and sheds her armour. Her clothing is loose and layered, concealing her form behind multiple garments in the black of mourning, her ever-present mantle of crow feathers draped around her broad shoulders.

"Oh, I should be fine, dear," she tells Mirri with her usual thin-lipped smile. "Thank you, though. You've been very accommodating of an old woman."

Morning:

"A shame, really," Theora sighs, reading over the letter left by Gii as Mirri helps her with her snowshoes. "He seemed like such a nice fellow. I hope he's well."

She takes the scarf with a curious look, running the fabric through her fingers. "Well, I suppose you're never too old to learn new things," she chuckles, tucking it in the pocket of her own loose coat. "Shall we be off?" she asks, glancing around the makeshift campsite as She stands, leaning on her staff. Sootfeather perches atop it with a loud caw.

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Grimkell seems amused by Lars' reaction, for he smiles, an honest smile without any hint of mockery,

"When I present you as a man of adventure ready to go off and save a noblewoman as soon as she disappears and tell girls about you prowess fighting the Draugr, many of them will fawn over you, do not worry!"

After laughting his own comment off, Grimkell nods in agreement to Theora and goes for the front of the line, expecting Lars to join him there. While he waits, he turns back toward Theora:

"I hope you dressed warm enough today, I don't think we can waste time to the cold!" he says, encouragingly.

Ready to continue travelling!

Grimkell seems amused by Lars' reaction, for he smiles, an honest smile without any hint of mockery,

"When I present you as a man of adventure ready to go off and save a noblewoman as soon as she disappears and tell girls about you prowess fighting the Draugr, many of them will fawn over you, do not worry!"

"I'll leave it to you then, and if it works I'll owe you a favor...and despite all my obvious flaws, I always remember those who helped me" Lars returned the smile with a single-sided one of his own "One thing I've been wondering about though" Lars brought the thumb of his right hand under his goatee, his eyes donning a stare that was both inquisitive and laid back.

"You always talk about making us out to be the heroes to the people in Heldren...but you never talk about how you'll also be one" The scar faced scoundrel took a deep breath, as he averted his gaze for a few seconds, his expression somewhere between reminiscence and annoyance.

"Only asking because I met plenty of men who'd love nothing more than to get all the glory themselves..." He paused as annoyance completely conquered his countenance "I've even met one who'd go out of his way to create chances that would make him appear like..well hero isn't the right word" Lars paused, his face reconfiguring into his usual mask of nonchalance.

"In any case, I haven't met anyone like you before; sure plenty of people out there try to feed the ego of others or build their image, but usually these people have their own sneaky little goals and plans....and I can't see yours, I am guessing cause yours isn't sneaky and trust me I know the sneaky ones" Cause I am one myself He added mentally, as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat and walked a few steps past Grimkell, then looked back at him "Sorry I tend to ramble if given the opportunity...cold can't even stop me it seems, but I guess it's bothering you a lot more than I, the way you've struggled to remain under the furs, it reminded me of my first few weeks in Kalsgard"

Figured with Lars' decent perception he would have noticed that about Grimkell last night, if you don't think he would have noticed please inform me, I can have that last part amended in my next post.

OK, moving on without Jamarcus for now. I didn't get your marching order, so I'll make it up myself. Lars, Grimkell didn't post a bluff roll for that so I don't care if you noticed. If he does, he'll need to roll bluff and you'll need to roll Sense Motive.

With your stomachs fuller and your bodies warmed up after a cold night sleeping on the ground, you pack up your camp and make sure that the fire is completely out - though you doubt it would spread very far in the snow.

Following the trail you were on the previous day, you start to realize that it is harder and harder to stay on track as the snow gets increasingly deeper. You come to an area where a windswept gully carves a path through a tree-covered ridge. A soft cascade of snow falls from an overhead branch, hissing softly as it hits the ground.

Because of the deep snowdrifts in the gully, entering a snow-covered square requires 4 squares of movement.

Travelling in the front, Jamarcus breaks a path through the snow with his long strides and large frame. Although he's not used to the weather or the cold, white stuff, one could tell he was enjoying the sheer physicality of acting as a human snowplow.

His breathing picks up a little bit, and his brow glistens with sweat as he pushes forward with a grin.

Without warning, he stops, every muscle in his body tense and unmoving.

He gestures backwards for the rest of the party to halt as he scans the endless snow drifts.

I saw sumthin' move...

Jamarcus without a perception roll, you saw nothing.

hm, no edit function available. Will keep in mind the change in perception mechanics. Just pretend I didn't type the last 3 lines in my last post and replace it with:

Damn son, nuttin' here but snow... where we even goin' again?

You can only edit a message within one hour of posting it, after that it becomes locked. Really annoying sometimes.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Wow, nice use of a Nat 20.

Mirri is walking along with the rest rather enjoying the far more comfortable weather when her well trained eyes catch a glimpse of something. She gestures for everyone to stop and then quietly points towards where she saw the glint of something alive and seemingly scaly. She quietly says, "Over there, something alive with scales, be careful." She gets ready to cast a spell in case whatever it is decides to attack.

As you turn to look to where Mirri indicates she saw movements, you strain your eyes against the glare of the snow. It takes a moment but you pick up on the creature she pointed out. Unfortunately, it is all to clear that it sees you as well and it is intent on making you its breakfast.

R1
Jamarcus, Theora, Lars, Artic Tatzlwyrm, Grimkell, Mirri

Map

Lars hid behind a mask of pleasentness and took a few steps towards their scaly foe, his boots kicking up snow and his sword and shield flying into hands "Stab it!" He said calmly as he pointed in the direction of the lizard, his intention of animosity and violence as clear as his toothy smile.

Move Action: Freebooter's Bane on the lizard.

Freebooter's Bane: At 1st level, the freebooter can, as a move action, indicate an enemy in combat and rally her allies to focus on that target. The freebooter and her allies gain a +1 bonus on weapon attack and damage rolls against the target. This ability applies only to allies who can see or hear the freebooter and who are within 30 feet of the freebooter at the time she activates this ability. At 5th level and every 5 levels thereafter (10th, 15th, and 20th level), the bonus increases by 1. The freebooter’s bane lasts until the target dies or the freebooter selects a new target.

5 foot step to the left side of the map, drawing the masterwork longsword as part of that movement.

Swift Action to equip the quickdraw shield.

I try to keep things in initiative order as much as possible, so these affects will take place on your initiative turn, excluding Jamarcus and Theora initially.

Everyone remember that it's up to you to move your icon on the map!

Skipping Jamarcus. Theora, you're up.

Jamarcus squints out over the snow and sighs.

I ain't gettin' paid enough to deal with no snow snakes..

He squares his shoulders and widens his stance and he brings his hands up in a boxers guard.

total defense, +4 AC for one round

OK, we're going to skip past Theora for now. Theora, if you decide to post an action before your next turn, I'll change your place in the initiative line up. Otherwise you may keep your place by waiting until your next turn to take an action.

Lars' action takes effect.

The tatzlwyrm rushes at Jamarcus with startling speed, when it gets within range it pounces on Jamarcus vying for position.
Pounce/Grapple 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

R1
Jamarcus, Theora, Lars, Artic Tatzlwyrm, Grimkell, Mirri

Mirri moves over to clear Jamarcus from the area to be affected and begins chanting, a swirl of multi colored lights fan out from her into the creatures face.

I cast color spray, dc 14 will negates. I make sure to aim it so it doesn't hit Jamarchus. Do you want me to roll for random effects from these or would you prefer to do it?

Will 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

The tatzlwyrm is unaffected by Mirri's vivid display of colors.

Since it isn't random, but specific affects that are determined by the number of hit die that the affected creatures have (and then only if they fail their will save) it would have to be something I would have to roll. Also, since you were specifically trying to avoid Jamarcus, I will give you the opportunity to adjust your position because were you are at, he would still get hit. It is a fifteen foot cone shaped burst coming from you. You may use the google maps tools to draw a cone to help you figure out where you should be. Keep in mind that Grimkell hasn't acted yet, and may decide to move into an area that you would be affecting.

Whoops, you're right, I need to be one squeeze further north to do it. I wanted to get that posted as I won't be around the rest of the evening. Sadly google draw won't let me do anything from my phone.

Whoops, you're right, I need to be one squeeze further north to do it. I wanted to get that posted as I won't be around the rest of the evening. Sadly google draw won't let me do anything from my phone.

I'll see if I can get a cone drawn for you to indicate your area of affect.

Just before leaving camp
Grimkell smiles at Lars's comment about him being so cold that he would need to be careful when taking his armor off.

"Winds may cut through more than mere clothes" he answers, enigmatic.

On their way, the ulfen speaks with the half pirate, seemingly quite interested in discussing his reasons for joining the group, for he seems almost in a trance while he talks.

"Right, rare are the ones who act truly selflessly, if any. But it does not matter, honesty to oneself is what does. Be true to yourself, follow what you heart dictate to the end, and you will be great. That's exactly what I am doing, I follow what my heart dictates: witness great events and immortalize them into sagas. Show all what will may accomplish. I truly believe that what we are doing right now may inspire people out of their mediocrity. And, if you have doubts about being up to the challenge, I am to give you a hand. Same as for finding you a pretty girl at a tavern."

Now
I am going to assume that Grimkell was walking with his shield strapped on just like the previous day.

As soon as Mirri points toward the wyrm, Grimkell eyes followed. Unwavering, he takes note of the monster and tries to wade through the snow toward it while drawing his sword. Yet, the beast is to quick and reaches Jamarcus before he can take a swing at it.

Once to its side, Grimkell lets out a battle cry and starts hitting his sword to his shield. Staring at the creatures with sharp and focused eyes, he tries to intimidate it.

All this time, Grimkell searches for tales that might relate any information about this type of creature.

rolls and such: 1d6d1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12, 20, 12) + 7 = 51
K.acana to identify crature: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
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I'm sorry, what exactly was that first one a roll for? I don't even understand what you were doing there with the dice, lol. Grimkell is unable to identify the creature.

lol, ooops, should I reread that post. There is the correct roll:
intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Grimkell is unable to intimidate the creature that is wrestling Jamarcus, and Mirri's spell likewise does not seem to deter the scaled beast's attention on their ally.

R2
Jamarcus, Theora, Lars, Artic Tatzlwyrm, Grimkell, Mirri