As Lachna and Sven initiate their spells and look up toward the casting, they can detect the presence of both magic and evil flying above in the snow.
Finally dawning on him that he is hearing a spell being cast, Ankih tries to identify it.
Not my strong suit, this identifying spells I can hear, but I will try...Focus Ankih, listen!!
Ankih listens to the spell words, but alas, the winds make it too muddled to know what is being cast.
Avora will try a Spellcraft check as well.
Similar to Ankih, Avora hears the spell, but cannot quite place what the magics will do.
Bugsby struggles to keep up with the others, inwardly glad Lachna isn't much faster than he. He squints into the snow in the direction of the magic he's sensing, trying to understand what is being cast.
Bugsby's eyes widen as realization hits, "Some oracle of winter is summoning!" he relays to the others. He takes aim with his crossbow at where he senses the magic, practically firing blindly. After the shot he starts working hard to reload his crossbow.
Unsure of what spell is being cast, Ankih , looking around nervously cast resistance on himself.
"By the Dawnflower, I wish I could see in this mess."
After a few seconds, the summoning stops, and a crimson and black eagle with small horns appears next to Lachna. Then the summoner from on high yells out in Sylvan:
Seemingly from out of nowhere, a trio of little fae converge on the party. Having been forced to give up their bows in the blizzard, they resort to small needle like swords, slashing at Kalt, Bugsby, and Ankih.
As if that wasn't all, a guttural roar is heard from the west, heralding another combatant not yet seen.
One claw manages to scratch Lachna's face while a thin sword catches Bugsby in the back, freezing the blood in his veins.
Kalt looks toward the west, trying to penetrate the blowing snow and identify the source of the great roar.
Unsure exactly what caused the noise, he raises his cold iron sword and swings it at the wee fae before him. He foregoes his usual powerful swing, recalling that the creatures are difficult to hit but don't take a great deal of damage to fell.
Avora stabs at one with her spear, lamenting, "Why did I swap produce flame for endure elements today?"
Shades! So forgetful of me to not use the right tool for the job...
Dropping his scimitar at his feet, Ankih draws his cold forged light mace and swings at the fae that attacked him.
Bugsby staggers 5' to the southeast, calling for Avora to flank with him. He points up above them in order to answer Sven "He'supthere!" he calls, pointing somewhere above their heads and tries to locate that foe.
Lachna swings her hammer at the eagle soundlessly, opting instead to save all her breath for breathing.
It's going to be hard to fight in this storm. It'll take more out of us than we're used to. she thought to her self.
Ankih and Sven combine their strikes to dispatch their tiny foe. Lachna is equally effective, swatting the summoned creature from the sky and sending it back to wherever it came from. Kalt's strike is on target, but the creature still flies, determination to fight clear on it's face.
From the west, a large troll covered in ice and frosted moss rushes out of the maelstrom wielding a nasty looking spear. The fae continue to dance around Kalt and Bugsby, their tiny sword lashing out again. From above, a stone rains down upon Ankih.
The spear connects solidly with Lachna's chest, knocking the wind from the dwarf. Bugsby again feels a cold sword pierce his flesh, while Ankih is nearly brained from the enchanted stone that strikes him.
Bugsby takes a step to the northwest, and lofts a green and glowing blob up towards the flying creature above them.
Kalt scans the sky above once again, in the hopes of finding the spellcaster who is likely directing this attack, but he can't make out much through the driving snow.
Chuckling at Sven's remark, Kalt responds, "Just take care of this little faeling here, Bjornson, I've got the big guy." Gripping his longsword in two hands and swinging with all his might, he takes a quick step towards the troll and attacks it.
Lachna groans and pants, trying to catch her breath. She falls back a step, mutters something under her breath, glows a moment, and then looks a bit better.
Staggering from the blow to the head, Ankih moves away from the others and with a quick prayer, flashes a healing burst.
" Aye Milady now WOULD be a good time for some healing light."
He seems to be talking to his Goddess for a moment...
Sven's blow leaves the fae reeling but still in the fight. Avora tries to use her spear to finish the job.
Kalt's strike leaves a nasty gash, and Bugsby's goo strikes the beast.
The fae Kalt wounded glides behind him, it's sword bouncing off his armor. The troll stabs out at the ranger, scoring a solid hit and tries to follow up with a bite that fails to pierce armor.
On the other front, the Fae senses weakness from the dwarf and flaps its wings a few times to slide near her, slashing her across the neck, cold seeping into her veins. From above, a second sling shot rains down upon the cleric, trying to put an end to his healing of the party. the stone flies through the storm as if it wasn't there and strikes Sarenrae's chosen with a sickening thud, sending the man to the snow.
Kalt takes the briefest of moments to study the creature he's fighting, wondering, What the hell is this thing? And how can we hurt it fast? But his attention is quickly called to the more immediate matter at hand. He calls out, "I know you're busy with the cute ones, Sven, but you're going to miss your chance with the big guy if you don't get over here soon!" He takes another mighty two-handed swing at the troll, once again hitting and cutting it, though not at badly as last time.
Lachna shakes off the cold and swings her hammer at the fae who just cut her. Her face is a mask of seething anger, but still she says nothing.
"No! I used my only cure on you earlier!" Nonetheless, Avora moves to Ankih's side, trying to staunch the bleeding.
What a bright light.... And I'm warm. So nice to be warm again.....
Bugsby moves as far south as he can (10 I think), and calling upon his magics, creates a greasy puddle below the feet of the large troll. He casts a worried look at the care being given to Ankih, worried he's still down.
As soon as Avora reaches Ankih's side, she binds his wounds and carefully tips the potion to his lips.
Bugsby casts his spell, but the sturdy troll seems unaffected by the slippery grease. Kalt notices that the beast seems very light on his feet, and has barely left any sign of it's passing on the snow behind him.