Gaelin trudges through the snow. As he proceeds, he tries to tread a heavy path to make the travel easier for those behind him.
There is a rustling in the snow that at the last minute alerts the party. Suddenly a large white sinuous form erupts from the snow next to Penelopy.
Inits:
Ecaterina: 18
Tama: 16
Penelopy:16
Tristan: 14
Gaelin 14
Jeydavu: 14
Ice wyrm: 7
The White-colored monster looks like a cross between a dragon and a snake. Three meters of body coil behind a ferocious draconic head. Two small vestigial arms protrude from the beast's smooth sides
Penelope stabs at the creature
The strike slices a long gash along the wyrm's underbelly
"TAKE THAT DRAGON!" She screams fiercely, red hair whipping about her furious features
Tristan studies the wyrm momentarily before moving in to strike, but he fails to find a weak point.
Standard attack
Unarmed damage plus Scorpion Strike (DC 13 Fortitude or speed reduced to 5 for 3 rounds)
After the talk of dragons, Gaelin is immediately alarmed by the wyrm before them. His refined features take on a savage aspect and he lets out a fierce roar. He is scarcely the well-mannered gentleman he was a moment ago. He swings at the creature with incredible strength.
"This must be the creature that attacked you, Ecaterina. Time to extract some revenge!" calls out Jeydavu. He chants in Druidic and his quarterstaff begins to glow. He steps up to threaten the white wyrm. His moose companion follows his lead and tries to gore the creature. , ,
The party's attacks wound the wyrm greviously, it thrashes in the deep snow, pale steaming blood fountaining from its wounds. After a few twitches it lies still
The beast slain, Gaelin sags from the effort of the fight. He breathes heavily a moment.
"Was that... Was that the dragon that attacked you?" He asks the witch, still regaining his breath.
Ecaterina freezes as the beast erupts from the snow before them. Memories of her flight through the forest come rushing back to her and she momentarily hesitates. Her hesitation however, is enough time for her new allies to quickly move in and dispatch the beast before them.
She turns to both Jeydavu and Gaelin, her shock now gone.
"Yes, that was the beast that attacked me. I see that you people are indeed worthy of being my allies in this endeavour. Your might is great indeed. I am sure that we can get to the bottom of what is going on now."
The trail of broken snow leads in into the frozen forest
"Let us hope that is the worst of what this blighted wood has to offer." The tall Ulfen returns his greatsword to its place on his back and continues following the trail.
The group heads further into the frozen wood, naught but the loud crack of the occasional branch to break the hushed silence.
As they walk, they begin to see little bundles of black hanging by strings from the ice-clad branches of the nearby trees. The bundles seem pierced with pins or needles, and frozen in clear ice
Gaelin approaches one of the bundles to give it a closer look, wary of any traps or the like.
Gaelin squints, but it is hard to see exactly what they are. They are about two meters above his head, and secured to the branches by leather braids. Leather also wraps them up into an indistinct ball
Gaelin raises in eyebrow and looks to his companions. "Some type of magic perhaps?"
Tristan peers curiously at a bundle hanging above his head nearby. Being rather less tall than Gaelin, he elects to draw his cold iron dagger and stands on his toes to cut down the bundle for closer inspection.
Tristan gets a grip on the icy tree trunk and manages to shinny up to the lower branches. He braces himself with a ranch and reaches for the nearest ball. He grasps it, and brings it towards him.
It is a leather-wrapped crow. The birds corpse is stuck with what look to be needle-sized arrows.
As Tristan prepares to cut the bundle down there is a sudden small hiss
Tristan feels two numbing stings as two tiny arrows sink into him.
"Augh!"
Initiatives (Winter is Coming)
Ecaterina: 20
Tama 18
Penelopy: 18
Tristan: 16
Gaelin 16
Jeydavu: 16
The still wintry air is broken by the hissing whine of tiny arrows again, coming from somewhere in the nearby tree cover. Three more streak out, still aiming for Tristan
Penelopy scans the forest for a target
She growls in frustration
"Whatever little snow suckers are out there, I can't see them!"
"Gah! That stings!" Frustrated by his inability to defend himself, Tristan will drop out of the tree.
He drops down to hang from the branch before letting himself fall the remaining distance. He then scans the surroundings for the source of the offending missiles.
If he spots something, he'll cast faerie fire in its vicinity, illuminating it with purple light.
Her eyes narrowing at the tiny arrows peppering Tristan, afraid of the possible source, Ecaterina scans the area looking for his assailants.
Spotting (hopefully) the offending creature(s), she points towards them and says "Coh".
Jeydavu looks around to to find the source of the attack. He casts resistance on Chtonthoth. "Keep an eye out friend," he whispers to the moose.
Gaelin reacts with alarm as Tristan is injured. He looks for the source of the attacks.
DM dice
"There it is!" shouts Jeydavu. He points out a small darting form moving between the branches. "I don't know if I can make out what it is."
Jeydavu:
Her eyes narrowing at the tiny arrows peppering Tristan, afraid of the possible source, Ecaterina scans the area looking for his assailants.
Spotting (hopefully) the offending creature(s), she points towards them and says "Coh".
Ecaterina points at a distant branch and a tiny blue form falls into the snow below it
Gaelin reacts with alarm as Tristan is injured. He looks for the source of the attacks.
[dice=Perception]1d20+4
[dice=To hit]1d20+6
[dice=Damage]2d6+6
If he spots something, he'll cast faerie fire in its vicinity, illuminating it with purple light.
Tristan gestures at a distant spot and a small flying form is limned in pale bluish light
[dice="Perception]1d20 + 2
Tama senses the presence of evil
Tama senses the presence of evil
"Be on your guard, there is an evil presence here."
Gaelin reacts with alarm as Tristan is injured. He looks for the source of the attacks.
Gaelin fits a lead ball in his sling pouch with the easy assurance of a life-long hunter. He whirls it overhead, the well-oiled leather making a whop-whop sound in the air. He sees the small flying sprite Tristan outlined in purple light. He lets the bullet fly and there is a loud sickening thud as the lead shot smacks into the small fey like a catapult ball. The purple-lit sprite wobbles a bit in mid-air but seems to still be in the fight
Initiatives (Winter is Coming)
Small fey: 23 arrows
Ecaterina: 20 slumber hex
Tama 18 detect evil
Penelopy: 18 blowgun
Tristan: 16 faerie fire
Gaelin 16 sling-hit
Jeydavu: 16 pending
Penelopy takes out one of the smooth bamboo dart guns that are popular among the hunters in this region
"Time to get me a squab" She mutters, aiming at the outlined fey
The small dart buzzes by the flying purple-lit fey, but fails to strike
Jeydavu reaches into the frigid snow and searches for a second before pulling up three small stones.
The wounded blue-outlined sprite dives into the nearby tree branches
As the fey pixie hides there is a sudden blinding flash from a nearby tree. A spray of colors envelop Tristan, Gaelin and Penelopy