Upon closer inspection, the pattern of lines in the snow is revealed to be a warning in Common that reads, “Turn back before the winter devours you.”
Sparhawk shrugs, "It is just posturing. Let us be on our way, neighbors."
"They're gonna die for the old man by the river, ha ha ha..." Paletress grates as she moves toward Brocken. Pointing at the markings and the blast mark, she adds "But for THAT, they'll SUFFER. Heh."
With a shrug the half-orc smiles."Brocken not afraid!"
A cold wind blows through the valley, bringing a spray of sleet and broken ice. The sky ahead roils with thick, gray clouds and the sun is only a dim glow somewhere in the mist.
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"They're gonna die for the old man by the river, ha ha ha..." Paletress grates as she moves toward Brocken. Pointing at the markings and the blast mark, she adds "But for THAT, they'll SUFFER. Heh."....
Well, it is my humble opinion that you have done lost your grip on the world, that haunt has effected you more than I thought. This is nice weather, and ahead looks like a nice light rain, not a problem...
"Well folks, what do you think, are we stopping here and going back? Or are we going on?"
We have finally gotten free of that crazy ghost, and even if you aint afraid of no ghost, I was, that was plain creepy, the whiteout ahead looks inviting. It has my dander up to discover the power behind this my scooby friends, I want to meet them, that is pure excitement, what awesome great power to behold!!
(nature add +2)
Thceis bear-sized predator is long and low-slung. Its soft fur and intelligent expression contrast with its glistening fangs. It charges out of the trees and attacks Seamus.
Roll init
Paletress very carefully gets off of Skitters, opposite the weasel, pulls out her sword and shield, and steps right up to the weasel while saying to Seamus: "Get around it, heh."
Sparhawk goes for the beast attacking Seamus, muttering an incantation as he closes.
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Autumn, Bill and Brocken are up.
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Moving up Brocken delivers a
You can touch a willing creature as a standard action, giving it a bit of luck. For the next round, any time the target rolls a d20, he may roll twice and take the more favorable result
He slashes down at the elongated rodent, but misses completely.
"This creature's den must be close by for it to have ambushed us so easily."
The weasel goes after Sparhawk
plus attach and bleed)
It is attached and you are bleeding Sparhawk.
Paletress grumbles an oath to herself about people never being where they should, then lets out a peal of terrified laughter as the ferret nearly tears Sparhawk apart.
Huffing heavily in the midst of the swiftly cooling bloodsplosion, Paletress looks around warily, checking for any other enemies before straightening and shaking the hair out of her eyes. A mischievous smirk appears, and she speaks.
"Well, heh heh, I thought that creature would be more stoat than that. Maybe that's why it didn't fight ferret. Ha. It couldn't weasel its way out of this one."
Tounis casts an odd look at the savage swordmistress. 'Where does she think up these things?'
He moves closer to Sparhawk and begins to disengage the dead weasel from his body. "This will hurt but no more than when this thing bit you."
As he finishes removing weasel he looks about the snowy ground moving a little away from the scene of the battle. "Brocken see if Sparhawk needs any aid. Everyone else stay where you are right now."
From under his breath you can hear him saying, "Alright where did you come from?"
You can follow some tracks, but a knowledge nature will tell you that this creature is not native to this area.
"Paletress you seem like you might be more familiar with this then me. Have you ever seen a weasel this size in your travels? My excursions never crossed paths with anything like this."
"There are tracks here but should we turn back and drag this weasel back to town? If we don't have answers maybe someone in town could help us."
Paletress shrugs. "I can hunt 'em down, heh heh, but migration patterns and me don't get on much."
Looking over at Brocken, she comments a little louder than might seem necessary. "You alright there, Spar? Heh, looks like you and I BOTH need some ouch-b-gone."
Sparhawk growls as he pries the dead beast from his shoulder, nodding to Paletress.
"Brocken, can you heal this? "
"Well what are we going to do?" he says this more to himself then the others.
Going back did not seem to be the best option although the old hunter's journal had not really mentioned much else out here.
The weasel's presence while a payday for hunter should have stood out as strange to the hunter still.
"Does that journal have any mention of dates when he started noticing this weasel.OR does it even mention anything out of place like the weather and what his thoughts were?
He kept a journal for a reason if even to track his traps that must be in there. Paletress I saw some tracks have a look and we'll follow the tracks. It must lead somewhere. Hopefully we'll get a better indication of what's going here."
Tounis looks around to see if anyone else disagrees.
Moving forward to check the wound the half-orc scopes some snow to clean the wound before cleaning the wound. "Brocken can!"
The trail leads ahead and you enter the Somir Valley. It is getting near nightfall so you need to set up a fire to camp.
Paletress makes an effort to locate a decent spot to camp, hopefully removed from any wind/worst of the cold.
Watches?
After thanking Brocken for staunching the bleeding, he settles in, offering to take third watch, though favoring his right side.