One week after the events in the far off forest, your card glows. When you open it you see the words had changed, just like Ezren said. They now say Oracle had a vision. Please return. As requested you arrive back out the temple to see the Oracle already out of the dome and standing at the door with Ezren. As you approach he gives you a serious look. "My vision this time wasn't as definitive as I would hope. It was red flag with a green serpent coiled around a helm."
"Its the banner of the Land of the Linnorm Kings," Ezren supplies. "So the event is either there or related to it. Either way I think you know what's coming."
Pie? Fizzy asks confused
The Fuzz begins to chitter
Fizzy shrugs
Preparing to head out on another foray into the wound, he is interrupted by his card and the message. To his team "Hurm. Gotta go. Wait for me. " and he will await transport by Ezren at a location they agreed upon.
Linnorms. Another trip to the north. Dammit. Donovan frowns. I hate the cold.
Kyamba chose to hang around the mountain shrine, most of his immediate resources were invested in the large parchment he now carried that held Ezren's circle of teleportation.
When the call from the Oracle came and the others started to gather, Kyamba's first move was to check all of his available references for information on Linnorms:
Linnorm: No known recipes
Huh.
"So the event is either there or related to it. Either way I think you know what's coming.
"Oh yes, definitely. But for the sake of discussion let's just pretend I don't."
Ezren sighs at the comments. "No. It means a road trip." He then snaps his fingers and all of you appear on a slope high in the Stormspire Mountains. There is a brief moment when the biting cold assaults your senses before Ezren casts a bubble to protect you. Before you is the most barren looking land you can imagine. Just different colors of gray and white.
After an appreciable amount of time to truly take in the scenery the Oracle comments, "Well. I better head back and see if the gods can give a little better direction."
"And I will let you know what he finds," Ezren adds. They disappear and his protection leaves with him. Yep, they literally left you out in the cold.
"Big help those two. "
Mortimer gives the briefest of glares to Ezren. Could have warned us about the cold.
"Oh good, another rift to the fey realm. I imagine we'll be fighting Linnorms soon."
As the two leave, he gets a feeling of nostalgia as the adventurers are left without help from the high leveled bosses. It reminds him of all the times he has sent out adventurers on his own will. So that's what that feels like.
No, no, no, NO! Donovan sputters in rage.Those bastards did NOT just drop us off at the edge of frozen without winter gear.
He takes in a deep breath of cold air. I don't suppose one of you magic types have something as simple as an communal endure elements spell prepared?
"Not prepared."
"Heh. Buy better armor." Gross says feeling as snug as a bug in a rug.
But in spite of his bemusement at the expense of his companions, he looks to get a shelter assembled and a fire going so they don't freeze.
want to teleport to somewhere warm? Then come back?. fizzy is ready to teleport
Kyamba and Rika will assist as well, though Kyamba is also nice and cozy in his armor.
"You guys act like this is your first time being abandoned on a frozen mountain top."
Not my first time. Far from my first time. Thought I was done with this sort of nonsense. Should have known better. If I was a lesser man, I'd have Fizzy port me to right behind that Ezren chap so my two beauties could show him a real unpleasant time. Donovan helps with the camp.
"Least it ain't the Wound. "
Mortimer is miffed at the lack of knowledge given to them, but time has taught him patience. It's so common for others to have to depend on his vast magical power for various problems they are otherwise incapable of dealing with. He supposes that he can let the survivalists take care of him for this environmental issue. If things turn south he can always have the invisible deva at his side plane shift him out.
"Considering they dropped us so far north they either have terrible aim or they just neglected to give their reason. Maybe we should head down, try and seek audience with some official?"
We could do that? Want me to pop us on down?. Fizzy offers
"Sure. "
Fizzy dances around a bit with Fuzz, making huge show of things, then he teleports everyone down the mountain.
Honestly Fizzy probably asked Mortimer where the closest major settlement is...ie a place to get pie...and then he would have teleported everyone as close to that as he could with major teleport, keeping in mind that he has never actually been there[/ooc]
To get the party out of the bad weather, Fizz teleports the group to just outside the city of Kalsgard, just outside the Bone Quarter. The massive walled city is the largest and most metropolitan in the Land of the Linnorm Kings and sits on the banks of the Rimeflow River. It is also ruled by the oldest and probably wisest of the current Linnorm Kings.
Mortimer shivers, cursing in his head in twenty different languages at not being prepared for this situation. "Let's fine someplace we can stay."
You enter Kalsgard through the Bone Quarter gate with little trouble from the guards. This area is obviously the slums as the housing is terrible and the people are wearing the bare minimum to stay warm. Straight ahead is the castle keep, its walls rising higher than the ones the separate the Quarters. And behind them is the Fire Quarter, the area that has the most taverns and inns.
Fizzy marches at the head of the pack, with the Fuzz riding on his shoulder. He heads into the Fire District and starts to sniff.
Whichever inn he thinks smells like it has the best food , he marches directly into.
The Fuzz and the Fizz need food for 6!
The first place that smells nice is the Whistling Fox and it is the most bustling of all the taverns on the street. You see why as you enter. A very animated and very beautiful blond women is entertaining the tavern patrons with a rousing saga. She is also managing to put away more alcohol than most of the men. Somehow there are still some tables in the back as most have moved closer to the stage to listen to the bard.
Donovan, more concerned with survival than a non-Master Chef-prepared meal, goes about shopping for cold weather gear and outfits. I'll meet you back here in a few hours. I'll get us geared up.
"Now this is the kind of world saving that I can get behind!" laughs Kyamba when they stumble upon the taverns merriment. Without hesitation he wades into the crowd towards the stage. If there was anyone being drunk under the table then he wanted to be a part of it. Meanwhile Rika, still maintaining a more mundane human appearance, has moved to one of the empty tables and taken a seat, inviting the rest of the group to join her.
Groff makes a beeline for the bar and orders their best dwarven ale (as tersely as possible), which he downs in a single chug. Then he orders another. Seeing that a table is secure, he tips the barkeep well, and heads over to the others.