Penelopy slaps her hands over her eyes and screams. She collapses bonelessly into a snowbank
Tristan retrieves a small pouch from a pocket. His eyes narrow as he tracks the glowing pixie and readies his throwing arm. Blinking at an opportune moment, he is completely unaffected by the blinding spray of colors. He takes a few steps towards the poorly-hidden pixie and lets loose, hoping to force it out of the tree.
Jeydavu concentrates intently on the pebbles in his hand. They begin to vibrate and click together. He takes his sling out and looks for the pixie.
Seeing her foe downed, Ecaterina stalks forward, drawing her dagger as she does so. When she reaches the tiny creature, she stabs at the sleeping form.
Seeing her foe downed, Ecaterina stalks forward, drawing her dagger as she does so. When she reaches the tiny creature, she stabs at the sleeping form.
[dice=Attack with Dagger (not sure if she gets a + due to the sleeping opponent?)]1d20
[dice=Confirm Critical Fumble]1d20
[dice=Damage]1d4
Cat's dagger slips from her grasp, falling into a pile of snow, vanishing from sight
[dice=Will save]1d20
The burst of light catches Gaelin, and fills his retinas with pain. The shock makes him pass out
Tristan retrieves a small pouch from a pocket. His eyes narrow as he tracks the glowing pixie and readies his throwing arm. Blinking at an opportune moment, he is completely unaffected by the blinding spray of colors. He takes a few steps towards the poorly-hidden pixie and lets loose, hoping to force it out of the tree.
The bag strikes the pixie, exploding and just misses pinning it to a tree. It is hooped with the sticky mess.
[dice="Perception]1d20 + 2
Tama detects three evil auras: the sprite battling the others, the unconscious one in the snowbank, and whatever unleashed the flash of blinding light. All auras seem the same in potency
Initiatives (Winter is Coming)
Small fey: 23 color spray/hide/nap
Ecaterina: 20 botched coup de grace
Tama 18 detect evil rd 2
Penelopy: 18 unconscious
Tristan: 16 tangle bag
Gaelin 16 unconscious
Jeydavu: 16 casting
The slumbered fey rockets out of the snowbank, looking for shelter
The Gooed-up pixie turns tail and buzzes away, jinking and dodging between tree limbs.
Several sparkling forms dance among the tree branches where the bright color spell emerged
Tama lifts her head, coming out of her trance, her eyes glowing with a faint pale light.
"Three auras, all alike, fleeing."
She nocks an arrow and scans the trees, attempting to discern the flight path of the three fey.
Cursing at her bad luck, Ecaterina bends down to pick up her dagger, when suddenly the tiny form before her sprays snow all over her as it bursts into flight.
Scowling, she continues to search for her missing weapon.
Cursing at her bad luck, Ecaterina bends down to pick up her dagger, when suddenly the tiny form before her sprays snow all over her as it bursts into flight.
Scowling, she continues to search for her missing weapon.[dice=Perception to find her dagger]1d20 + 1
Unfortunately Cat's dagger's icicle motif makes it hard to spot in the snow. The burst of snow from the fleeing faerie hits her square in the eyes, hampering her further.
Tama lifts her head, coming out of her trance, her eyes glowing with a faint pale light.
"Three auras, all alike, fleeing."
She nocks an arrow and scans the trees, attempting to discern the flight path of the three fey.
[dice="Perception]1d20 + 2
Tama senses one fleeing fast through trees, another hides off to her front and left. A third is on the trees to her left, among the dancing light forms
Jeydavu loads his sling with one of the resonating stones and takes aim at the goo soaked pixie. ,
Tama closes her eyes, and points toward the locations of the three pixies.
"There. There... and there."
Initiatives (Winter is Coming)
Small fey: 23 color Run and hide
Ecaterina: 20 digging for dagger
Tama 18 pending
Penelopy: 18 unconscious
Tristan: 16 pending
Gaelin 16 unconscious
Jeydavu: 16 attack-miss
Jeydavu's stone misses his target.
Tama takes aim at the pixie outlined by dancing faerie fire.
Gaelin's unconscious bulk twitches in the snow.
Tama's bolt takes the glowing pixie square. It plummets to the earth, skewered
Tristan sees the one fleeing, but cannot catch it through the deep drifts
The final group of glowing fey forms swoop in and out of the trees
With no chance of catching up with the airborne fey due to the deep snow and no further means of ranged attack, Tristan checks on Gaelin, giving him a vigorous shake in the hopes of waking him up.
Gaelin stirs and becomes alert. He gets to his feet and tries to find any indication of the assailants' location.
Gaelin stirs and becomes alert. He gets to his feet and tries to find any indication of the assailants' location.
[dice=Perception]1d20+4
Gaelin's eagle eye spots the glowing firms looping through the trees. They look..odd. They seem to be following a set pattern
Penelopy sits up and grimaces at the snow all over her clothing
"If I ever catch that little fairy I'll wring it's neck!" She swore, fishing a lump of snow from her décolletage
"If I ever catch that little fairy I'll wring its neck!" She swore, fishing a lump of snow from her décolletage
"Why? Will that make you feel better?"
Penelopy looks at Tama, green eyes blazing
"Yes. Yes it would."
Penelopy looks at Tama, green eyes blazing
"Yes. Yes it would."
Tama shrugs.
"The ways of the South are still strange to me..."
"I can make them out among the branches," Gaelin says, squinting into the canopy. "They seem to be flying about as if in a pattern. I do not trust their sudden docility, but I do not see a way to shake them loose. Perhaps we should see if they follow, or if we have sufficiently scared them off."
Penelopy looks at Tama, green eyes blazing
"Yes. Yes it would."
Tama shrugs.
"The ways of the South are still strange to me..."
Penelopy grins wolfishly
"Never get a southern woman's temper up. We can be as scorching as the summer Taldane sun.."
She breaks off shivering
"Although I feel no summer sun here. What is this curse?"
She shivers again, checking her gear quickly
"I agree with Gaelin. Let's move on. Perhaps if we don't interfere with the dead birds they'll leave us alone."
The group follows the broken snow trail, trying to keep to each other footsteps. Gaelin forges ahead, breaking a trail with surety.
They come upon a small clearing. There are a lot of hoof prints in evidence. They do not look horselike, rather some sort of large deer.
as they look about the clearing a large stag emerges from the trees. It walks forward, and suddenly it speaks
"Greetings. Are you lost?"
Tama, having been raised in the North, has heard many fables that talked of talking magical animals. While there are many monsters and humanoids that can speak, Tama has never actually seen a regular animal with the power
Jeydavu steps forward. "Greetings in return, great stag y name is Jeydavu and I hail from Hellirinn. We are not lost, we are searching for someone who has been taken by some evil presence in the wood. You must notice the unnatural cold that has settled here. What do you make of it?"
The stag shakes his antlers
"There are many odd creatures moving in these woods. Indeed, it is very cold. Where do you come from? Is it cold outside the wood?"
Jeydavu answers, "For this expedition, we have traveled from the nearby town of Heldren. There it is quite warm. Normal for Taldor at this time of year. The cold is confined to a small area in this wood. These odd creatures you have seen, are they native to this area? Can you describe them."
based on the stag's description if he gives one.
The stag answers
"I do. Not know what to call them. Small winged two legs flit around"
"Is it just you two legs? I thought maybe there was another group nearby"
"Another group?" Gaelin chimes in. "Have other people been through here?"
"I though so. I heard some tame deer. They don't like snow. You two legs are alone then?"
"Yes, it seems we are," Gaelin says, more concerned with the urgency of the situation than the stag's curiosity. "By the sound of it, you are not native to this wood. From where do you hail? How did you come to be here?"
The stag looks at Gaelin
"I have always lived in the wood. This wood is strange though. Not the spiky trees I am used to. There trees have odd leaves and the birds here are strange. Is there a two-leg place nearby? You seem nice but I have met some that shoot their sharp sticks at me"
"Arrows. Yes, I imagine hunters come through these woods at times, but not in their present state. Whatever unnatural winter has taken hold here would dissuade any hunters or poachers, I should think." Gaelin thinks for a moment.
"Have you seem other two-legs recently here? In the last day or two?"
The stag shakes his antlered head
"I did not see them, but their tracks lead on to the river. I don't go that far. You should be careful "