•Reign of Winter• ~It's a Kuthona Miracle~ (Inactive)

Game Master Aneirin Rhodri

Turning to Annalisa, the man shrugs. "If I knew, I'd tell you. I think the fey that were there were simply allies of the bandits who first showed themselves. They, most likely, want either ransom or something darker. Please, rescue her to save her from wither fate."

As Grimkell racks their brain for ideas, the knowledge of the fey matching the description comes forth: They are few who have sworn themselves to the royals and nobles of faraway Irrisen, homeland of the witches.

Turning to Marcian, Yuln shakes his head. "No, I'm afraid the devious little devils evaded every swing of my blade. My blade!" He pulls the blade out a few inches from it's sheath smiling. Returning it to it's holder, he moves it forward. "Take it. It be made of cold iron, a metal the fey burn on with a faint touch. And know that the snow falls will be heavy. We could see from the road piles that would make any Ulfen scared. And know, that if... If the White Witches are behind this... No good will come. Cold iron and fire... Need... both..." And at that he slumps back, eyes shutting. His breathing is rough, but Tessaraea examines him before looking at the party.

"He'll survive. Barely, but he will. But he'll never hold a sword again, not without powerful magic." Lady Teppen nods and looks at the party.

"Please, I know I'm in little position to ask you this, but please rescue Lady Argentea and, if possible, find out what is wrong with the Border Wood. If the cold continues, our town may not recover."

[ooc]Runa, you may make your entrance at any time now.[/occ]

Cold iron affects them ? interjects Ordrik I guess we will have to see if the smith has more as well.

But you have my word as a dwarf from highhelm that we will rescue the lady.

Annalisa looks over the sword. "I don't have any cold iron. Not sure if there's any in town or not. We should look and stock up as much as possible before we go anywhere."

That stuff is expensive.

I would really like to get some warmer clothes however.

Who was presented the sword?

I thought it was presented to Marcian. "Unless there's a small knife to be found I will get by with what I have. If cold runs in their blood I suspect fire will burn them as good as it does a troll." the young gnome pats the contents of his backpack and smiles.

By the wording, I thought Marcian was given the sword as well. Annalisa was just looking.

"Maybe if there's any cold iron weapons in town it can be borrowed... Though it's probably unlikely. We should look either way."

Cold iron costs double the price of a weapon. A regular dagger costs 2 GP, so a cold iron one costs 4 GP. The drawback comes when adding magic, which requires an additional 2000 GP cost to do so. And yes, the sword was handed towards Marcian.

Lady Teppen shrugs. "I don't know if the town has any cold iron weapons, though you could check the general store, or even Isker Euphram, the smith. He might have something."

Nodding with a grim smile, she then bows. "And thank you. The Lady Argentea's survival and safe return is of utmost importance. But if you could also figure out what is causing the cold, the town will report what we can to the proper authorities in Oppara. And if you excuse me, I must contact the other councilors that you all will be setting out soon." She turns and leaves.

Marcian is not a sword maker, so he is expressing what he knows. Which, is not much:) That is deliberate.

Marcian accepts the sword as the great gift that it is and bows to the injured warrior.

I will use this blade with honor and skill.

We should make haste, after preparations?

"I suppose the next step will be seeing the town's smith." Aðvinr says picking up his spear.

Agreed, anyone know where the smith is?

Having lived here

Marcian points to the smithy.

That way.

Instead of pointing, as you seem to know where it is, can you lead us there ?

Assuming the GM is OK with it

Uhm, yes I sure can!

Mother gets worried something fierce.

Upon hearing Marcian's thanks and promises of revenge to Yuln, Grimkell paths the man on the shoulder: "Well said. We will all make sure that your enemies fall."

Afterward, the skald follows the others to the smithy. On their way, he approaches Advinr.

"Tell, tall man, where do you hail from? Are you from the northern land where huge beasts are ridden? Are these tattoos from these parts? Is this a creature from your native land?" he points at the small mammoth "Why are you here?" says Grimkell, only now stopping to hear the kellid's answers.

Aðvinr studies Grimkell for a moment running through the rapid string of questions in his head.

"Yes" he rumbles answering multip0le inquiries at once. "I am here because I am needed."

The girl was at the smithy herself, looking for a cold iron weapon of some sort, something she could use.

“Excuse me good sir, but I don’t suppose I could get a cold iron morningstar could I?” She asked, she had the money for it after all.

Yes, Marcian, it is fine.

As the party approaches the smithy and see a young woman in winter clothes of decent make. Across from her working something in the bellows is a tall and rugged man, his body covered in both soot and scars.

"Cold iron? And why, pray tell, would a lovely young lass as yourself need a weapon of such make?" He eases off the bellows and looks at her fully as he wipes some grime from his hands. "I could make something, but you'd have to wait a day. Need to get these horse shoes ready."

But as he talks he sees the rest of you approaching. "Marcian? What brings you here? Your mother need more nails or something?"

Annalisa follows along with the group, chuckling to herself as she listens to the conversations going on around her. Hundur brings her a stick, and she tosses it out for him to chase after, only to repeat the process as they go.

"Don't forget to breathe, Grimkell."

No, no, nothing like that.

We need some cold iron weapons if you have any available.

Yes what? thinks Grimkell unable to read the necessary body language indicating that Advinr's first answer is aimed at most of the skald's questions.

Before he can find any follow up, he is interrupted by Annalisa. The ulfen turns toward her, stares at her for a few seconds and start laughing.

"No worries. Some of the stories I have memorized ask for much longer passages to be read quickly."

His face growing more serious, he walks to the smithy. Passing by Runa, he shivers, yet does not really notice her.
"A long sword sword or a battle axe would be perfect for me. Whichever is quicker to forge."

Runa, does your character have any signs showing that she is a witch from the north?

Wandering along with the group, Rorgar ducks a flying stick, and then almost trips over a larger, but still small fast furry animal chasing it.
Grinning Annalisa, would you be so kind as to not have your dog run me over. I know I am below your sightline, but that is crazy.

At the smithies, And I also would like a heavy pick, if that is also easy to forge, but if possible a little faster than the day, as we have a lady to rescue.

Fizzlewhisk skips around, running between dog and mammoth, following along. He waves at the smith but doesn't put in an order.

Annalisa laughs with Grimkell, "Maybe, but when you talk that fast how can you expect any of us to keep up with you?!"

To Ordrik she says, "But I imagine running into you would be like running into an immovable stone wall. It'll hurt him more than you, and he'll never do it again."

To the blacksmith, "Aye, and I'll have... Hmmm, a battleaxe, perhaps? Cold iron as well?"

She then turns to look over the woman who was there before them. "Are you expecting to face fey as well?"

"A head for my spear would be fine." the shaman says addressing the blacksmith.

"Annalisa, its simply the excitement of meeting fascinating people! Ones who are strong willed enough to fight for a stranger. How come someone not be excited..." Grimkell stops himself, trying to avoid looking too childish and takes on a more serious expression.

Only a short moment later, he already starts to look inquisitively at the white haired woman present in the shop.

“I was indeed thinking of facing some fey… Going into that forest without a cold iron weapon would be dangerous considering the circumstance. I do have magic to protect myself, but alas, my weapon isn’t made of cold iron so maybe if I were to get one made, well…” She chuckles a bit before looking at the rest of the strangers.

“A lady you say? Did she get kidnapped or something? I’m fairly new to this area so forgive me for intruding if this is a private matter,” She said.

As far as I know, it is not private, but we are going out into the woods to face the fey that kidnapped a lady, and bring her back.

"Yes, and the longer we tarry the more danger might come to her..."

Mr Euphram looks at the gang before hom going wide-eyed some. "Cold iron all around? I can, well, I think I can, place the orders, but it'll take at least two days working non-stop to make that all. And that's with my apprentice helping. Xanthippe!"[/b]

A second later, a gorgeous but soot covered young woman comes from around the corner, wiping some sweat from her brow. "Yes pa?"

"We got an order. Now, I can make it, but like I said, might take a full two days. But if you need cold iron now, I do have a couple of cold iron sling bullets you lot can buy. They ain't much, I'll admit, but all I have on hand."

The gnome's jaw drops as it often does around the smith's daughter. Fizzlewhisk tries to compose himself. "Bu-bullets would be nice, Si-sir." blindly Fizzlewhisk fumbles through his belt pouch for coin.

Annalisa's eyes roam over the other woman appreciatively before focusing back on the smith. "Would different weapons lower that time? Fizzlewhisk is right, the longer we wait around here the more danger the Lady is in."

I agree, time is of the essence, will smaller weapons work to reduce the time?

"Perhaps we should head out to at least see what we face and return in a day or two to collect the newly made weapons." Aðvinr rumbles.

If the smaller weapons, do not reduce the time, then yes, we should go before they are crafted, as a persons life is at stake.

What is available, in normal equipment ?

The smith shrugs. "I can probably stamp out some more bullets in a few hours, maybe two daggers as well if Xanthippe works the bellows as well. But if you are in a hurry to save someone, the bullets I have will have to do. As for prices, I'll sell at cost seeing it's an emergency. 20 bullets, 4 silver, please."

In that case, I will return on the morrow for the heavy pick that I asked for.
Ordrik looks around, As the orders will take time, I suggest that we get moving in a couple of minutes.

Ordrik then proceeds to the general store looking for some cold weather clothing before he goes.

Just an inquiry as to what is available in normal weapons

At the smithy, you can purchase any metal weapon up to 40 GP in cost, and any metal armor or leather with metal as a component armor up to 50 GP. General Store will have any regular goods and tools, as well as some other things.

Fizzlewhisk fishes out the silver coins and hands them to the smith, his eyes on Xanthippe. "Do... do you perhaps have a spare sling, Sir?"

Mr Euphram looks at the gang before hom going wide-eyed some. "Cold iron all around? I can, well, I think I can, place the orders, but it'll take at least two days working non-stop to make that all. And that's with my apprentice helping. Xanthippe!"[/b]

A second later, a gorgeous but soot covered young woman comes from around the corner, wiping some sweat from her brow. "Yes pa?"

"We got an order. Now, I can make it, but like I said, might take a full two days. But if you need cold iron now, I do have a couple of cold iron sling bullets you lot can buy. They ain't much, I'll admit, but all I have on hand."

Waves to Xanthippe.

We should make haste, the longer we wait, the worse shape the Lady could come to.

We should get what arms we can in a short time then go, returning tomorrow for additional gear if needed.

Smiling, the smith looks at the gnome. "I'm sure we can scrounge something up. Xanthippe, please help our little friend here."

Xanthippe spots Marcian, and with a sly grin waves back at him. "Sure, I'll find my old sling. Hang on one Druman moment..."

She rushes to their home, returning shortly with a leather sling. "Here you go!" Grinning wildly, she hands the bullet chucker to Fizzlewhisk. Turning to Marcian, she is all smiles. "Rumor has it you're off to be a hero..."

Fizzlewhisk blushes as he takes the sling, and is thankful her attention turns elsewhere for a moment so the gnome can hide his face.

Well, in that case, I will make do with this until my order is done. as Ordrik places a battleaxe and 10 gold on the counter.

With that, Ordrik leaves to go purchase some cold weather clothing.

After the purchases, he looks at the others, I am ready, shall we go?

"No, I need to stop by my home to gather my things. Marcian and Fizzlewhisk probably do, too. I imagine some of the others wish to buy new furs as well before leaving."

Fizzlewhisk looks around, "I could use a coat if we're expectin' to run into that kind of cold... but trapping hasn't been very profitable the past few weeks..." the young gnome looks down at the ground, kicking at dirt clods.

"Well, we can't have you freezing to death so I'll get you some furs."

Smiling, the smith looks at the gnome. "I'm sure we can scrounge something up. Xanthippe, please help our little friend here."

Xanthippe spots Marcian, and with a sly grin waves back at him. "Sure, I'll find my old sling. Hang on one Druman moment..."

She rushes to their home, returning shortly with a leather sling. "Here you go!" Grinning wildly, she hands the bullet chucker to Fizzlewhisk. Turning to Marcian, she is all smiles. "Rumor has it you're off to be a hero..."

Well, off to rescue some poor noble women who was attacked in the woods.

Hope it won't take long, Ma needs me to work on the fence.

Gives us as much a start as you can when she comes looking for me, it'll be worth your next 2 tabs.

Chuckling, the young woman smiles at Marcian. "Well, saving a noble certainly sounds heroic. Go get them, handsome." She grins before her father steps over and shakes his head.

"Alright, alright, come on Xanthippe, we need to make sure these orders get placed." Taking the gold from Ordrik, he nods. "A sale struck. And best of luck on your rescue. And load up some thick clothes. Hear tell the woods are full of snow and who knows what else."

So, those who need to may run go get their supplies from the general store or go home to fetch things they need. Say you all meet back up at the Stoat?

meeting at the stoat, works for me.

Aðvinr nods. "Yes it would be good for you all to gather proper winter gear. If the signs are any indication, you will need it."

Annalisa breaks away from the group to head to her house, "Fizzlewhisk, join me and we'll get you something warmer to wear."