"We shall see if he is a true Ulfen - there is yet tomorrow's test!" Oluf gives Ezaki the historical background of the coming challenge "It is said that after spotting the tarn linnorm, Balgird gave chase to the beast. The linnorm slipped through the trees and made its way across the Whitegold River to evade Balgird. The rushing river was frigid and cold, and as Balgird approached he could see the tarn linnorm lurking in the trees on the other side, waiting to pluck his exhausted body from the shore if he swam across. Balgird felled a tall sapling from the riverside and vaulted across the river with as much of his gear as he could carry, foiling the linnorm and chasing it further into the wild!"
He adds "I will call him an honorary Ulfen if he makes that challenge!"
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Charming Touch
Core Rulebook pg. 390 2.0
Domain passion
Cast Single Action somatic
Range touch; Targets 1 creature that could find you attractive
Saving Throw Will; Duration 10 minutes
You infuse your target with attraction, causing it to act friendlier toward you. The target attempts a Will save. It gains a +4 circumstance bonus to this save if you or your allies recently threatened or were hostile to it.
Critical Success The target is unaffected and aware you tried to charm it.
Success The target is unaffected but thinks your spell was something harmless instead of charming touch, unless it identifies the spell (see Identifying Spells).
Failure The target's attitude becomes friendly toward you. If it was friendly, it becomes helpful. It can't use hostile actions against you.
Critical Failure The target is helpful and can't use hostile actions against you.
You can Dismiss the spell. If you use hostile actions against the target, the spell ends. After the spell ends, the target doesn't necessarily realize it was charmed unless its friendship with you or the actions you convinced it to take clash with its expectations, which could potentially allow you to convince the target to continue being your friend via mundane means.
dc 17 will
"I'm sorry, let me put this back together for you" Hjeldr apologizes.
What do you do?
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At some point, Zelphari gets the sense that Ylva Tunnelwalker does not seem to have any ill intent, and decides to dial it back a bit.
Varki, eh...
"Well-met then, my friend." He extends his hand with a wide grin on his face. "The name is Zelphari Caryarus. Please to meet you. And to compete with as fine a people as the Varki."
The surge in popularity has it's benefits and drawbacks. Primarily, that it takes Brünwulf and his Infernal Hellfyres (as they have now come to be called) some time to reconvene as a team. What with the "Balgird-like" outsider himself becoming distracted with something over the way, Atae chasing down a lurker, and both Zelphari and Ezaki being warmed up to by opposing teams!
But eventually everyone settles in for the night, leading into the third day of the race.
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To "Brüngird"...
In the morning, the official comes by to inspect the party, but gives them the "okay" with little more than a glance, winking towards Ezaki. Over night, the snow had cleared, making way for an easy day of travel, but our heroes encounter a few setbacks, perhaps becoming hopelessly lost or stranded!...
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Weather: Clear @ DC 13
Benefit: Brünwulf @ Packing Supplies @ +1 to Overland travel in Snow or Storm!
Atae the "Shortcutter" @
Brünwulf the "Navigator" @ (no)
Ezaki the "Unstucker" @
Zelphari the "Musher" @
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Ezaki is pushing the sled out of a particularly nasty ditch when he hears a voice.
Boy, why are you doing all the grunt work?
Ezaki pauses. "Yes," he thinks to himself. "Why am I doing all the grunt work?" He looks at Brunwulf, sitting pretty in the cargo basket. "I don't deserve to be muddy. I'm too good to be muddy."
Do you have some wine? Throw it in Brunwulf's face.
Ezaki digs through his belongings and finds a wineskin. Uncorking it, he starts to sneak towards Brunwulf, but just at that moment, Zelphari steps in and begins pushing.
Instantly forgetting his one-sided feud with Brunwulf, Ezaki returns with heroic resolve and pushes!
Hopefully Zelphari is a better pusher than Ezaki.
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Brünwulf gets an uneasy feeling that the group may be headed off course. He hops out of the sled to scout around, but as soon as he does, the sled sinks further into the knee deep snow covering a patch of mud. Wisps of steam issue from the ground where the mud has been exposed. As the group starts to push on the sled, he sees Ezaki, an opened wineskin in hand, heading towards Zelphari. Brünwulf grabs the wineskin from Ezaki.
Gimme a swig of that. I'm parched.
He takes a big swig and stares at the sled mired in the mud.
Humph. he scowls, handing the wineskin back.
We must be on top of an underground hot spring. Look.
He points at the steam.
Stepping a few paces out of the dip to higher ground behind the sled, he kneels where it plowed away some of the mud and snow and traces a finger along small cracks in the bedrock.
Let's get this thing going. The ground could collapse underneath us at any moment. I'll head to the front of the line and pull the dogs' gangline.
He hustles past the line of dogs and grabs hold of the two front tuglines that attach to the gangline.
Tell me when you push and I'll pull!!!
He shouts over the blowing wind and the barking of the anxious dogs.
The party manages to dig the sled out of the heated mud, and rather than losing significant time, manage to actually jump a single position in the race. Not to be outdone (and perhaps privy to the murmurings about Brünwulf the night before!) the story of the day is how Faergim Axebinder urged her Wyrding Wayfinders to absolutely surge from last place to first place, leaving the party in her wake of snow - with Sassa Ringbreaker waving as they speed by! - passing up Without Trace or Fail who had been steadily clinging to second place!
Weather: Clear @ DC 13
Atae the "Shortcutter" @ PFS Lore @ (4)+6-2 = 8
Brünwulf the "Navigator" @ Survival @ (10)+6 = 16
Ezaki the "Unstucker" @ Athletics @ (5)+6 = 11
Zelphari the "Musher" @ Athletics @ (8)+7 = 15
1) Wyrding Wayfinders
2) Without Trace or Fail
3) The Infernal Hellfyres
4) Two Houses
5) Fangs of Remorhaz
6) Bluetongue’s Brawlers
Steam and spray from the Whitegold River hangs in the air as the checkpoint draws near. The wet air carries a cold sting. The snow on the trees drips, plopping heavily to the ground and the snow and frost seem to be clinging only in shadowed nooks and slick patches, despite the frigid air. Race officials prepare fish caught from the banks of the river near the camp. South of the campsite, another official stands near the riverbank. Several long poles lean against a mossy rock. Across the river, the course stretches away from the river and through the thinning trees into the snow-dusted hills beyond. The party catches glimpse of Ostog Oakfeller of Without Trace or Fail pole-vaulting across the Whitegold River - the last of his team to cross. They share a moment of prayer together in a circle, but not before Hjeldr shoots Atae a glance...
......As you head deeper into the camp, you are allowed a brief trip to the Rest Area before having to report to the Challenge Area, and there see people from the winning team Wyrding Wayfinders talking, snacking, drinking, changing clothes...
...After a brief rest, the party heads over for "their turn" participating in this challenge. A collection of poles with pointed ends lie ready for each of you to grasp. The official asks "Who would like to cross first?"
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"Some bloke told me that Balgird was chasing a linnorm and it escaped across a river. So the linnorm was like 'nyahhhh' and Balgird was like 'orlyyy'. But, like, Balgird knew if he swam across, he'd be so tired that the linnorm could just wreck him, so he took a sapling and vaulted across the river."
Ezaki then repeats the specific strategies for overcoming the challenge that he learned .
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We really need to have a chat with those Wyrding Wayfinder guys. How were they able to fly past us so fast and get into first place? I wonder if they're hiding an air elemental under their sled that's giving them a boost of speed.
Huh. Cool story. A linnorm. Brünwulf utters with interest as he watches the pole vaulter.
I've seen farmers pole vault across the channels in their fields. Outside of Sauerton, I think. They had windmills there, too. Charming little village.
He walks over and picks up a pole, then gives it a shake to test its flex.
Why the point on the end? Wouldn't that just make it sink into the ground further? Am I supposed to vault with the blunt end forward?
He looks at the person officiating the contest.
Got any tips on how we're supposed to do this?
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Ezaki picks up a pole, runs towards the bank, plants the pointy end into the ground, and ...
... plants the pole into a real slippery part of the riverbank. The pole slides forward and Ezaki falls on his face.
"My bad."
Ezaki backs up and gets another running start, this time, putting the planting the pole into a rockier part of the ground where he can get some traction. This time, he ...
... sails through the air and lands on the other bank.
"YOLO! Come on over, the weather's fine over here!"
After a practice run, Ezaki learns quickly and vaults over the Whitegold River with ease.
Brünwulf watches as indeed the "pointy" end is plunged first into the water - and now seeing it done, it seems to give the pole ample traction to avoid slipping.
And it seems Atae has something important to share!
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Ahh. So that's how it's done.
Okay!!! Coming right over!!!
Brünwulf holds one end of the pole and charges towards the stream. When he gets to the edge, he leaps, plants the pole firmly in the river bottom, and...
Uses his momentum to vault over the stream and performs a forward flip followed by a perfect landing.
Woah. That was... Awesome!
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Zelphari starts looking around, wondering who is this Rover person, and more importantly, why he is red. Seeing no one in particular, he shrugs, knowing that Esaki sometimes is .... a bit different.
Staring at the pole uncertainly, he grabs it tentatively and makes his first attempt. Which goes rather poorly when he plants the pole in at the wrong angle and finds himself being throw backwards instead.
The ever resilient Zelphari however picks himself up and dust himself off. Getting his teeth determined to do it this time, he grabs the pole more confidently this time having figured out the correct positions to hold, then goes racing down. This time, he flies magnificently over.
Partially.
He didn't turn himself in, but he convinced his team to stop sabotaging your team's progress. (Including not sabotaging this challenge right now!)
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Atae will tell the group about the sabatour that she found trifling with their sled. Do not worry though, she says through Calistria's insights and teachings, he saw the error of this ways and will not be doing these things to us again she says with a smile. Tell me, Brunwulf, shall I catechezie and evangelize you on Calistria's ways?
A quick study, Brünwulf easily mimics Ezaki's technique, and is soon followed by Zelphari, and then and Atae - who shares an important story with the team!
The party then decides how to spend the rest of their night before settling into their campsite for the night.
A light snow begins to fall again, and clouds darken over head, as the remaining teams file into the Third Leg's camp by the mighty Whitegold River...
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Wait... what? They've been messing with our sled?
Brünwulf scowls as he glares in the direction of the cheaters.
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I knew it. Those dirty cheatin' bastards.
He mumbles under his breath, gritting his teeth.
Irritated, he crosses his arms and puffs out his chest.
This whole race is supposed to be a test of strength, smarts, and survival. Ha! Those cheatin' fools. If I ever see one o' them applyin' to be a Pathfinder, I swear upon my gods-forsaken-soul, I'll be puttin' in a word to the Venture Captain.
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Tell me, Brunwulf, shall I catechezie and evangelize you on Calistria's ways?
Brünwulf cocks an eyebrow at Atae.
Huh? I have no idea what you're talkin' abou...His eyes go wide in surprise and then one side of his lip curls upward in a smirk at the very attractive elven woman.
Ahh. I heard the name "Calistra" there.
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Heh-heh.
He chuckles in flirty embarrassment.
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Brünwulf takes Atae aside, out of earshot of the others.
Umm, hey. Atae?
Nervous, Brünwulf scratches the back of his neck.
How's about you and me enjoy our dinner tonight away from all the others? Outside of the mess tent by a nice campfire. Uhh, and maybe I could share, uhh, your tent with you, uhh, tonight?
I'm kinda sick of sharin' a tent with Ezaki. That kid's always talkin' crazy things in his sleep.
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The elf follows Brunwulf.
Seeing that Brunwulf is having some neck issues, she reaches out her hand and gently begins to massage his neck and his shoulders There, is that better? she winks.
She considers what he says Yes, I think I could like that. Sleeping with the bare necessities can become so cold. We can warm each other in food and companionship reaching out her hand to him.
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Oooh. Aaaah. Yeahhh. Much better.
Brünwulf's eyes roll back into his head as he relaxes his shoulders from the woman's strong massage.
He turns around and gentlemanly takes Atae's hand to lead her, somewhat aimlessly, towards her tent. As they pass the mess tent, Brünwulf nonchalantly grabs the pot of stew off the tripod over the fire. The cook shakes a wooden spoon in defiance, but, Brünwulf pays no mind. They then pass by two members of Without Trace or Fail enjoying a bottle of mead. Not even giving a glance at the two, Brünwulf snatches up their cups and the bottle of mead, his eyes still on Atae, and leads the woman towards her tent.
They then pass
Sigurd of the Bluetongue Brawlers who is chopping logs for firewood. Brünwulf hands the two cups to Atae and then scoops up an armload of firewood as they continue on their way.
The bewildered Sigurd looks up, then gives a knowing smile and a thumbs up to Brünwulf.
As our heroes prepare to settle in for the night, at least two of them will be sharing the warmth of a single pup tent as a means of driving off the cold. With the trees by the Whitegold eerily quiet, Sigurd chops wood nearby, but turns to look amid the trees suddenly...
...Signs of a Beast lurk nearby!...
...And the party catches a glimpse of a Giant Bear which then dashes back into the woods from the opposite bank of the River...
You identify the Beast as a Large-sized "Short-Faced" Bear!
Sigurd says, hatchet sticking out of a chunk of wood "No use in chasing it - we're on it's terrain after all!" and goes back to chopping!
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The Calistrian enjoys the massage that she gave to Brunwulf. As he approaches the cook for the stew, she asks for a container of olive oil, and as she receives it, she adds a bit of herbage that she has in her pouches to make it smell nice.
After their dinner, she slowly begins to disrobe him and as he stands in nature's glory, she invites him onto the sleeping bag, where she uses the scented oil to massage the the rest of him before their nocturnal activities take place.
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That's one hell of a bear.
Brünwulf says in astonishment at the great size of the beast.
Hmm. A short-faced bear.
I don't think we should go after it. It did run off. If it does wander into camp looking for trouble, then we should take care of it. Hopefully not kill such a magnificent beast, though. Like Sigurd said, this is its home, not ours.
Mauling Throw (◆)
Requirement @ Bear has a creature grabbed
Effect @ Bear throws its grabbed target up to 20 feet in any direction and deals its claw damage (1d12+4) to the target.
Rush (◆◆)
Bear Strides and makes a Strike at the end of that movement. During the Stride, Bear gains a +10-foot circumstance bonus to its Speed.
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Those bears are pretty vicious. Back in my youth, me and a couple friends went on a hunting trip in northern Varisia. A short-faced bear came out of nowhere -they can charge incredibly fast- and grabbed my friend. The beast's claws tore him up real good and then it hurled the poor guy over a dozen feet away into the trunk of a tree. His entrails became his out-trails, I tell you what. It took us a while to bring the beast down with our arrows. Luckily, one of our guys was an aspiring healer and was able to help him before we got him to the nearest town.
Warily, the party sets up watches for the night.
Sassa Ringbreaker of the Wyrding Wayfinders sings the skaldic poem before the campfire.
♪♪♪
"Listen! Of we Spear-Men - in past times,
How great men - made great deeds."
♪♪♪
"Often Scyld, Scef's son, - from enemy hosts
Seized mead-benches; - and terrorised Heruli.
Oh! A good king! - To him an heir was born,
Béowulf! Of renown - in Northern Lands.
Then Scyld departed - at destiny's time,
Into the hands of Lord Frea. - His comrades all,
As he himself had bid, - a hero's vessel made,
To lay their prince - among his riches,
No finer keel, I've heard - ever sat on waves,
To drift off far - to gift the ocean.
Yet no hero knows - who landed that cargo."
♪♪♪
"Béowulf the elder, - beloved king,
To him in turn was born - sons: Heorogar and Hrothgar
And good Halga; - And to Hrothgar
Success in warcraft came, - to be remembered
By a grand mead-hall, - Thus craftsmen fine,
Over all middle-earth, - came, built, and named it:
'Heorot'! Towering high - and horn-gabled!
Yet a dark spirit - listened to its sounds,
Of revelry and harp - and poet's song.
Grendel was the listener - a hellish monster,
Marsh-stalker, - kith of Cain,
And friend of ogres, - friend of elves."
♪♪♪
"And when night came - the listener went,
To see that high house - full of slumbering knights.
And from their rest - seized thirty thanes
As plunder taken home - for a banquet of blood.
And the nother night - he came again, again.
Empty stood proud Heorot - twelve long winters"
♪♪♪
"Of Grendel's deeds - fame was spread,
So that far, among the Geats - a strong man heard,
Ordered a wave-crosser - fine fit for a Chief,
And king, and men - bold champions all.
Fifteen together thrust off - from sand and cliffs
Bright arms and armour, - over the water-waves
Flying as the wind, - like birds, until,
They sighted a land - of bright sea-cliffs,
Where the coast guard-man - asked 'What are you?'
Where your lineage? - Where your quest?"
♪♪♪
"Comrades of Higlac, - my father was Edgethow,
Among the Scyldings, - we seek a dark foe,
A hidden and hiding - despoiler of men.
Then led them he - to the Court of Great Men,
With 'May the Father - All-ruling protect you!'"
♪♪♪
"Trod they stone-paved streets - to a noble hall,
Set they down sea-weary - their shields again the wall.
Strong soldiers came - to ask their reasons,
Saying they had not - seen from a foreign land,
So many men - So brave of face.
Béowulf am I of name - I have an errand to tell."
♪♪♪
"Hrothgar spoke, - Helm of the Scyldings.
'I knew your father Edgethow. - Welcome young Béowulf."
♪♪♪
"Know well that Grendel, - mocks me and mine
Hall Heorot is wasted, - my noble war-bands wane.
Know too that other - battle-men fired with beer
Have vowed vengeance - on Grendel. Only for us,
To find again the hall - stained with bitter gore.
Then bench was brought - and ale and pure sweet mead.
And there was the joy of heroes, - all Danes and Wederas."
♪♪♪
"Unferth son of Edgelaf, - Spoke out to Béowulf,
‘Are you the one of foolish boast - who swam the ocean sound?
Against Breca. And failed. - So ‘gainst Grendel you will.'
Béowulf spoke, ‘some truth - but I did battle there,
With sea-beasts - and there won.'"
♪♪♪
"Came then Wealthow - Hrothgar's queen,
Adorned in gold - to give full cups."
♪♪♪
"Then in sleeping-time - a hall-guard posted:
On Grendel ogre-watch. - Yet in the colourless night
The shadow-wanderer - came slinking."
♪♪♪
"Grendel walking, - under clouds,
To the gold-hall of men - the door rushed in,
Fiend's feet - on floor mosaic
Around sleeping company - a life to be stolen.
Grasped he a sleeping warrior - bit into the bone-locks,
From veins drank blood, - swallowed great chunks;
Devoured all - hands and feet.
Then the hall aroused - in ghastly horror,"
♪♪♪
"Earls all fighting - the murderous guest
A great wound apparent, - sinews sprang asunder,
Before the clash - of Béowulf
Grendel flees sick unto death - to seek his stinking home
All of him but - a hand and arm left
Under the gaping roof. - The grip of Grendel"
♪♪♪
"Then in the morning, - as I heard tell,
Folk-chiefs arrived - from far and near
To behold the wonder. - And the king's own bard
Béowulf's glory proclaimed - under the sky's expanse
Like Sigmund - of old"
♪♪♪
"Hrothgar spoke, the Hall - adorned with gold and Grendel's hand
‘Now Béowulf, - like to me a son,
We will keep new kinship - through courage-works.
The monster is gone - save this hand only.
With nails - like steel
The war-creature's - heathenish hand-spurs.'"
♪♪♪
"Then within Heorot - order was declaimed,
The stone gold-glittering - woven tapestries on walls,
Many wondrous sights. - And filled up with friends.
To Béowulf; a golden banner - the treasure-sword, and helm;
A helm renowned that which - no mortal tools can harm
And to each man - from the chief of earls,
Bestowed possession, - horses and weapons."
♪♪♪
"To Béowulf from Wealthow - a full cup of wine,
And brought the largest necklet - of which on earth I have heard.
In gold, and rings - given with blessings.
The warriors cheered by drink - drank to heroes,
Cleared off the benches - set down to sleep."
♪♪♪
"Yet an avenger still lived; - Grendel's mother, troll-wife,
Lived in dreadful water - and remembered misery.
She came then to Heorot, - and the Ring-Danes sleeping.
Quickly stole away a knight, - beloved æschere, to her fen
So Béowulf was called, - from sleeping elsewhere."
♪♪♪
"Hrothgar spoke, - ‘My people say
That they saw two such - alien marchers in wasted lands
Far over the marsh waters.' - There must we go."
♪♪♪
"Béowulf spoke, - Do not sorrow, wise man
Better a friend do avenge, - than sorrow too-much.
Horses were bridled, - and foot-soldiers brought.
To follow the tracks - over forest and moor,
To great waters - of serpents.
Béowulf clothed in strong arms - carried no fear for his life."
♪♪♪
"Béowulf the son of Edgethow spoke; - ‘Wise chieftain, if I for you
Should be parted from life, - to join my father;
Be you the hand-bearer - to my young retainers.'
And Béowulf the - man of the Geats
Into the surging-lake - drove down below
For half a long day - to the cave of the mere-wife.
Who snatched at the warrior - with her loathsome claws."
♪♪♪
"Spied among her cache of arms - a firm edged victory-tool,
A giant-forged sword, - he seized the ring-hilt,
Angrily struck, - through her neck
Broke bone - struck through
The ogre-woman fell dead - the warrior rejoiced.
And there saw he - Grendel lying,
Lifeless burst corpse. - Then with a sword blow
He cut its head away. - As those above with Hrothgar
Saw blood rise - on the turgid lake
And lost hope - for Béowulf.
Then that sword began - to heat with battle-gore
A great wonder! - Melted all away!
Straightaway Béowulf - dove up through water,
From his borrowed world - he came then to the land,
They thanking God - to see their friend,
Four had to carry - that dreadful head."
♪♪♪
"To Edgethow: - And the sword's hilt
Only left hot gold - to the old king given
The ancient work of giants; - an heirloom of ancient strife,"
♪♪♪
"Béowulf spoke, - ‘We sea-farers
Have come far to find fame - and are not disappointed.'
Hrothgar spoke: ‘Between - our peoples now be peace.'"
♪♪♪
"They came then to the flood - the young warriors;
Returning heroes, - to their Wederas,
Laden with horses - and much treasure."
♪♪♪
"Béowulf - for fifty winters
Was a wise king, - fatherland's father
Until one dark night - a dragon was awoke
A man, I know not who - chanced upon a heathen hoard
In a stark stone barrow - stole he some ornamented gold
From one who would - have his reply."
♪♪♪
"The hoarder was dragon - that flies by night,"
♪♪♪
"Spewing flames - to burn bright houses.
Then was Béowulf - filled with gloom,
Unusual for him. - The fire-drake had
The strongest fortress of the coast - crushed down with hard flames.
Then that war-king - of the Wederas,
Ordered a shield - not of wood
Made of iron. - For tree-wood
No flame would stay. - Then with a troop
Set out to find - the hateful wyrm."
♪♪♪
"Then he went, - with the first thief
To the cairn under the ground - near the surging of the sea,
Filled inside - with jewels"
♪♪♪
"Béowulf declared, - for the last time:
The noble vow-words - and saluted all his men
Bidding them wait; - ‘It is not your adventure.'
The serpent rose, - the lord raised up his hand
And struck with his - ancestral sword,
Bright on bone, - as nobles' sons,
Not ‘fraid of human battle, - ran to hide in woods."
♪♪♪
"Only Wiglaf son of Weohstan, - held his heart and said
‘remember how we took our mead - together. Now our man
Has need of sturdy warriors.' - Running in to aid his lord
Flames came forth in waves - burned shield to the boss;
Then again the war-king - remembered his strength,
Into the serpent's head - hacked with iron sword
As the fierce fire-drake - clamped on Béowulf's neck
And gushed his life-blood. - As Wiglaf smote its belly"
♪♪♪
"So his lord attacked - and felled the foe.
The wyrm lay dead - and Béowulf soon to follow
Asking boon to see for last - the sparkling treasure-wealth."
♪♪♪
"‘I cannot stay here long. - After my fire is died
Order me a mound - at the ocean's cape;
On headland of whales, - to remind my people.
The Fates have chosen - to take up all
Of my kinsmen - to their destiny
Now I must after them.' - Then words no more."
♪♪♪
"So Wiglaf ordered - pyre-wood
And sent the dragon - over the cliff-wall,
For the waves to take - the keeper of baubles"
♪♪♪
"With battle-shields they laid - their master on the wood
While smoke arose - and warriors wept
And a Geatish woman alone - wove for Béowulf a song
Then around the mound - rode the battle-brave
To speak of the man - and of his deeds
Of world-kings - the most generous,
Protector of people - most eager for honour.
Wyruldcyning - manna mildust,
Léodum líðost - ond lofgeornost"
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The following day, the snow bares down fierce! But Atae - perhaps emboldened by the company she kept the night before? - is able to rise to the challenge, and discovers a couple shortcuts which greatly assist the party, but perhaps at the expense of her tent companion Brünwulf, whose stamina seems to falter this day, while Zelphari loses his bearings in the heavy snow as well, as Ezaki is somehow able to push forward and pull up the rear, testing the limits of his strength as well...
...Meanwhile, Without Trace or Fail lose significant ground this day, while the Wyrding Wayfinders - perhaps inspired by their skald's poem? - manage to hold onto the lead, even as our party gains upon them!
Weather: Snow @ DC 15
Benefit: Brünwulf @ Packing Supplies @ +1 to Overland travel in Snow or Storm!
Atae the "Shortcutter" @
Brünwulf the "Navigator" @
Ezaki the "Unstucker" @
Zelphari the "Musher" @
1) Wyrding Wayfinders
2) The Infernal Hellfyres
3) Bluetongue’s Brawlers
4) Two Houses
5) Fangs of Remorhaz
6) Without Trace or Fail