Shadows of Eternal Winter (Inactive)

Game Master Feral

From her position, bow still in hand, Aldiran adds - "Reek of magic?" - she takes on a stern look - "What do you mean?"

The woman blushes. It is a small talent I have. I can smell strong magic or smell it lingering on those who have been near it. Such as yourselves. So what brings you to our land? And thank you for your aid. They bring forward two men who will now survive thanks to Bjorns aid .

"We seek to make sure Winter follows along its natural path, and none other" - Aldiran answers.

Sense Motive: 10 + 8 = 18

”And this land has seen enough winter to last lifetime…”

"You are welcome miss. We should keep moving, there may be more of those creatures."

The elf nods at her companion's words.

She nods. Well at least ride our sleds with us back to the village there you will share in our fire and feast. As thanks for saving our lives.

"Of course." Aric agrees.

"Let us move then" - Aldiran adds - "Will you let us know your name?"

"Aye some warm surroundings and good drink will do wonders. Please lead the way."

Thorgrim says as he sheaths his sword again.

He looks to Bjorn and nods.
"Ah, I see another cleric. Gozreh eh? It's good that one of his tries to set winter straight again."

Sorry guys been really sick yesterday and today will try to get something up in a bit.

"It definitely would be appreciated to get somewhere a bit less cold or at least somewhat out of these fierce elements."

Alex pulls his coat closer about him, trying to further push out the cold.

Nadaya. And and worry not friend we will be stopping for the night soon. I think. Though the village isnt that far away we will have to stop or all of us and the dogs will freeze.

"Well met Nadaya. I am Aric." He says before leading everyone to the village.

Aric your not gonna make it back that day. Not if your gonna escort them. They are hampered by the snow. So do you guys leave them or stay with them?

Oh, I missed that part. We'll stay with them.

"Aye well met madame. The name is Thorgrim. Were you caught unawares by the snowstorm yourselves?"

"And I am Aldiran" - the elf introduces herself.

"And I am Alex." the young man speaks simply, seeming to actually begin to enjoy the cold.

She nods and busiest herself helping set camp. Space is offered to each of you in the nice heavy warm fur tents that they have. Soon a merry fire is going and food is cooking. Whilst this is going on what are yoh each doing?

Thorgrim would make sure his weapons and armour are clean, then starts his prayers to Gorum asking for his protection the following day.

He's not a talkative person, more of a business man with the business being the other end of his sword or axe.

Aric will spend his time drinking and telling stories from his youth.

Aldiran spends her time wandering around the makeshift camp, interested in what most people are up to, striking up a conversation if the opportunity presents itself, but overall keeping to herself.

Apart from that, the elf watches the surroundings, keeping guard most of the time for any further approaching threats.

Bjorn finds his a spot away from the noise and bustle of the camp and communes with his god, reaching out for the familiar and reassuring touch of the divine. Are we on the right path?

Alex will follow a similar path to Aldiran, trying to ward off the cold with some storytelling, anything to make people feel a bit more at ease.

Aric you enjoy the fine strong mead of your youth. Thorgrim gets all those nasty bits out of his armor and cleans the etching out on his breadboard. Aldiran sees no trouble and picks up a bit of local lore. Alex helps the time fly by. Bjorn finds inner peace and feels he is on the right path. All in all its going a bit to well. In fact that is what has you uneasy. Then just after night fall as the camp shares a hearty stew a sentry calls that some approaches.

Aric leaving the drink on the ground, stands up, blade in one hand and shield in the other. "Who goes there?"

You can not see out into the darkness but a merry laugh replies. A traveler looking to grab a bit of fire. Might I find a place here? Nayda looks stricken at the sound of the voice but quickly shakes it off looking at each of you with warning.

You get a chance to respond before Nayda says anything if you dont wish to please post so and I will jump ahead. If no one posts before I leave for work tomorrow I will post then.

"I think it best if you move on. We can't spare the room. Too many of us as it is."

Bjorn remains silent and peers out into the darkness.

You can not see out into the darkness but a merry laugh replies. A traveler looking to grab a bit of fire. Might I find a place here? Nayda looks stricken at the sound of the voice but quickly shakes it off looking at each of you with warning.

You get a chance to respond before Nayda says anything if you dont wish to please post so and I will jump ahead. If no one posts before I leave for work tomorrow I will post then.

Aldiran stands as soon as the voice is heard, immediately reaching for her bow, and peering into the darkness in silence.

Nayda looks at Aric sternly. Now now. Guard who are you to decide that. It is my fire as I am paying your wage for this trip. Yes sit be welcome. The woman approaches the fire she has blue skin and small curling horns. She sits well away from the fire as if bothered by the heat but with in the circle of light. She looks at Nayda. Oh so these are guard for your caravan and nit new arrivals to our lands?

Anyone who wants to know what she is may roll know nature. I would also like sense motives from each of you.

Sense: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
"They are under our protection, that is all you need to know."

Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
SM: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
SM: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

The young man just simply remains quiet, observing the new individual and keeping his palm on the hilt of the rapier at his waist. He knows that there are only seconds between reaction and death, in odd situations like these.

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Aldiran keeps holding onto her bow as the conversation unwinds.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Thorgrim eyes the woman warily, but does not make any moves to suggest hostile intentions.

Nayda is scared of her. Far more than just what she physically represents. And she is trying desperately to convince her your nothing more than guards.

Nayda looks sharply at Aric Thats enough Guard. Know your place. Do not be speaking to giests this way.

"Fair enough." Aric responds.

The new woman looks suspicious but waits and watches. The meal passes without another word from the rest of the camp.

Aric will keep his mouth shut and let Nayda speak.