Skäne eyes the others, then spits once;
"Feh. So we wait for the hrafnr to flock afore they pick o'er our beinahrúga ?"
The vikingr clearly grows impatient and more belligerent;
"I care not chief. Láta me where minn work can be most blóðugr ..."
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Kló looks around at the small team. "Fvck it," he growls, "and fvck them. We do this now. Let's crash on them like a wave and see who's left standing."
He looks at Rikka and Skäne. "You two are on the gate. Get their attention, make them underestimate us if you can, and give me a signal about ten seconds before you want us to rush the wall." He looks to Annalisa and Katherson. "At her signal, I'll get ready and we'll hit the wall on the leader's side. I'll toss Annalisa up first. Clear Katherson a spot, cause he's coming up next with a rope for me. I'll drop to normal size and use the rope to get topside."
He looks at the crew for any additional thoughts. "We'll just have to go from there."
If there seem to be no objections, he pulls out his rope and hands it to Katherson, moving back up towards the treeline to await the gate team's departure and signal.
Annalisa's grin looks mildly psychotic when Klo uses foul language and sets down a definitive game plan that is sure to be not only dangerous, but full of slaughter.
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Rikka shrugs, "Hopefully, your signal will be the smell of burning flesh and the wails of men dying by fire - but I can't predict that. Use your best judgment. But before we do that..." The sorceress pulls out her small pouch and throws the stones, trying to determine their chances of success. The Feoh rune - looking like an F with raised arms - lands in the snow, a symbol of prosperity in its upright position and disaster when inverted...
1st Spells (6): xx
Dancing Light (3):
Invoke the Vættir (1):
Cast the Stones (1): x
Spell Effects:
Mage Armor (4 hours)
Shield (3 minutes)
Rikka sees that the Feoh rune lands steady, before the snow slowly gives way beneath it and it stands near vertical... and inverted.
Rikka puts the stone in her bag and seals it away. "The fates do not smile on our plan. If we wish to decide on another approach - a straight assault, a night assault - now would be the time." Rikka has no idea if any of her comrades believe in the fates but she is disquieted by the results.
Skäne scowls as he preps his weapons and strappings;
"Forlǫg has never done me hyllir before. Don't see why the fickle regin should change now..."
He spits once, then makes ready for the blodd deeds to come...
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Kló looks at the bones then up at Rikka, "Do you think the fates would favor our chances on any plan to breach those walls? And i tend to agree with Skäne. At what point since accepting our task have the spirits smiled on us?"
He looks around one last time, "If there's a better plan, say it now. Otherwise, let's bleed 'em."
Rikka shrugs, "I can't say. We could hide, watch, and wait for a better opportunity - all the while risking the chance of discovery. Maybe we'd figure a better way in or squeeze something useful from a guard. Maybe we'd be right back where we are now. I've got no complaints about our current plan. I'm just telling you the fates seem to be saying it will get bloody and some of that blood will be ours."
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The big man nods, "Seems me and the fates agree, then."
"We could always just knock..."
Skäne approaches Rikka with the glassy eyed look of a butcher. He lays one gauntleted hand on her shoulder and nods to himself, head nodding repeatedly to some silent rhythm;
"Girl. Stay við to minn shield. Work your magicks, if they come at us with iss, counter with hyrr . If they bíta us with iron, we bíta back harder..."
The vikingr nods one final time to himself then smiles darkly, addressing the other members of the group;
"Nei miskunn. Make viefr of their children."
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Rikka smiles at the grim warrior, not minding the idea of dying in his company.
"I'm with you. Let's go stain the ice with their life-blood."
Katherson nods his assent and prepares for the assault.
As the team does it prep, Kló gets the attention of Annalísa and Katherson. "The gate is the key. If we can't secure and open the gate, none of this will work." He looks at Annalísa, "That means you need to secure it, and if you two get up there and can't spare the time to haul me up, don't sweat it. Open that gate."
He takes a few minutes to tie the rope onto Kath, coiling it so he can easily loose the climbing end over the wall once he's up. Then he takes a few minutes to look at the snowy field between the treeline and the tower. A thought occurs to him. "When we rush the walls, let me carry both of you." He pulls a vial from his pack, one of the ones they took from the troll's chest, "I'll drink this... should be able to bypass any slow-downs to help us make the wall quicker."
Annalisa cracks her neck and nods. "I'm ready."
You settle in to wait as Rikka and Skane move to attempt to draw the interest of the guardsmen at the gate.
Kló hides with Annalísa and Katherson at the edge of the trees… at a spot that puts them as far north of the trail as possible but still at the 100 foot mark from the point on the wall where the leader stands.
Vial in-hand, he scans the intervening ground for signs of any additional traps, threats, or obstacles the snow might cover.
Skäne grunts a laugh under his breath at the challenge of the tower's guard;
"Stay behind me girl, lest they let loose their iron stings!"
The vikingr keeps his shield raised and grips a throwing ax near the interior arm strapping. Yeti cloak hood encasing his grim face in a grimmer jaw, the brutal warrior strides forward shouting in his harsh voice;
"Hoi tower! Your gelded voices are stolen by the wind... I struggle to hear your childish squeaks. When a true man of the North comes to speak to me shield-to-shield, eye-to-eye, then we will speak of our business... and the news of the svart-riddari we bear."
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Rikka continues to trudge beside Skane. She pulls her hood off and turns an ear in the direction of the guard, ostensibly to hear better what he yelled but also to be seen as a woman. "What?" The sorceress tries to sew more confusion as they push forward. She waves the butt of her spear, which she has been using as a walking stick, back in the direction of town. She shouts to be heard. "That tart-faced merchant in Waldsby - the town hard by - he told us to bring you our news. Said it was worth coin to the tower. Is that true?"
1st Spells (6): xx
Dancing Light (3):
Invoke the Vættir (1):
Cast the Stones (1): x
Spell Effects:
Mage Armor (4 hours)
Shield (3 minutes)
Annalisa sticks close to Klo and makes sure that everything on her person is secured and her arm and leg movement isn't restricted by anything she carries.
A Spoilering we shall go :)
What you can see of his face from this distance paints him as a man with ice in his heart... and more than willing to mouth the order that sees quarrels fly.
"You there, stop and lay down your arms!"
The guards then raise their crossbows to shoulder and take aim, before another string of words is heard.
"Stop, and drop your steel - NOW!"
And he drinks the potion, watching for the first signs of actual combat.
Skäne spits once and draws his langsword with a dark grin and a nod toward Rikka. The vikingr then rushes toward the assembled guards, bellowing insults as he does;
"We will klofna you like boð hogs! Heimskr Irrisenr skítkarlr !"
Klo:
Annalisa:
Rikka:
Katherson:
Skane:
Surprise Round: Guardsmen, Skane, Rikka
Round 1: Guardsmen, Annalisa, Klo, Skane, Rikka, Katherson
Bolt at Skane:
Bolt at Skane: Confirm: for
Bolt at Skane:
Bolt at Skane:
Bolt at Skane: Confirm: for
...most of the bolts not finding the Ulfen vikingr's flesh... most. One of the guard's shots lances through thigh to draw blood, while the levelled heavy crossbow of the guard captain punches through armor and flesh to bury itself in Skane's chest, puncturing lung and cracking rib.
The guardsmen take a measured step back away from the ice wall that covers the entrance... before the wall itself melts away to nothingness in the snow. Within the courtyard now opened up to your view you see a ice statue of a dragon resplendent in it's center and what might be kennels... but the troubling call is from the guard's captain... simple words spoken loudly...
Surprise Round
Skäne barely begins his run afore he halts and sways drunkenly as the iron quarrels bite deep into his flesh. The warrior smiles broadly as the familiar feeling of cold of metal clashing with his hot blood jolts through his body.
The vikingr spits once again; blond beard now streaked with crimson spittal and slowly, repeatedly begins a rhythmic action of clattering his langsword off his shield;
"Komm on huglausi scum! Your stings are like the pricks of childish fey! Komm fight me like Nordmenn you skítkarlr !"
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The sorceress spares a concerned glance for her ally then watches the guards scatter. Whatever is coming out is big...
Rikka screams loud enough to shatter glass (and hopefully alert her comrades), ""
She stands beside her comrade shaking her spear, and patiently waiting to cast a spell to cook the goose of whatever comes charging out to meet them.
1st Spells (6): xx x
Dancing Light (3):
Invoke the Vættir (1):
Cast the Stones (1): x
Spell Effects:
Mage Armor (4 hours)
Shield (3 minutes)
Seeing that neither Rikka nor Skane are approaching, the guardsmen ignore the words spat at them and those on the ground set to reloading their crossbows. The guard captain atop the gate turns to face into the courtyard and gestures out and towards the path that leads to the pale tower.
The female troll is dressed in rough furs, tusked jaw jutting forth in a long underbite as she readies an oversized axe and looks out towards the pair upon the road...
Round 1: Guardsmen, Annalisa, Klo, Skane, Rikka, Katherson
Annalisa grits her teeth, aching to spill blood but stands her ground and waits for Klo to either get big and pick her up, or give her the go ahead to run and play.
Round 1
At the sight of the trow Skäne ceases banging on his shield, and assumes a defensive stance muttering under his breath;
"Iss Trow... Skit!"
Afore bellowing to all and sundry;
At his name, shouted from Rikka’s lips, the big man’s head swivels between the small sorceress and the gate. ”Something’s changed. We need to get to them,” he looks over at Annalísa and Katherson. ”We'll spill that blood, soon!”
He throws his shield over his arm and rushes towards the injured Skäne.
Annalisa takes off after Klo, sword and shield ready, surpassing him in distance (speed 40 ft) putting herself as close to the others as she can.
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Klo strides lithely through the snow, unhindered by it as Annalisa ploughs through the white powder.
Rikka plants her spear and looks to Skane, "So much for the iss troll 'playing' with us. We'll die of boredom before they slink from their shell." Hoping to compel a reaction from their enemies, the sorceress picks one of the crossbow wielding guard in front of the gate. She utters a phrase and sends two beams of force to faultlessly strike him.
1st Spells (6): xxx
Dancing Light (3):
Invoke the Vættir (1):
Cast the Stones (1): x
Spell Effects:
Mage Armor (4 hours)
Shield (3 minutes)
Round 1
HP = 24/24
AC/T/FF = 17/12/15
Weapon Equipped = Light Crossbow
Speed = 20' (30' unarmored)
DR = 2 Cold, +4 vs. Disease
Cold Iron Crossbow Bolts = 50/50
Crossbow Bolts = 32/32
Oracle (Seeker) Spells Known (CL 3rd; concentration +11):
1st 6/6 Divine Favor, Bless, Endure Elements, Cure Light Wounds, Unbreakable Heart
0 (at will) Purify Food and Drink*, Detect Magic, Create Water, Spark*, Light
* Allows save DC = 14 + Spell Level
Status Effects = None
Katherson will also chase after the forest group.