Round 2
The curse settles in on blue as well. Blue then snaps at the first goblin that tried to climb on his back
Red lunges out for Pickle
And Green snaps his jaws at Aurax in response to his own injury
The Goblins begin to take exception of their current situation, and express their dislike for having those ever so sharp teeth turned in their direction. Nor, it seems, do they recognize their exceptional good fortune at the wolves misfortune curse
Blonoze scrambled to his feet avoiding the bite directed his way
and struck the wolf with his stolen sword, striking a telling, but not incapacitating blow
Durkly attempts to follow suit with the same, with less luck
As does Gomgurt.
Hooch, also lept to his feet, again drawing a wolf bite, and struck back
while the last two goblins tried to get some distance to bring their bows to use.
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Zot looks upon the spectacle before him, contemplating on what to do. It was a fun mix of goofiness and tumble fun from the look of it. The blessing from his divine patron definitely manifests itself in strange ways. He would reach into his belt and take hold of his light mace, but otherwise remained defensive, unsure of what was to happen next...
Chalmer's strike was enough to bring low the one wolf
and green is now also hexed.
Green goes to bite Talion
Red goes to bite Hooch
and the gobos go back to being malicious and violent little beasties
Blonoze
Durkly
Gomgurt
Hooch
Pickle
Pickle
Skimbleshanks
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Evanora looks around at the mayhem and continues to cackle. The wolves bumbling over themselves beings her a certain amount of satisfaction. Seeing that she already has all of the doggies hexed, she is surprised that they have not yet fallen. Looking to red, surrounded only by goblins, she blows a kiss at him.
Aurax charges and bites the next wolf!
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You have decimated all but one wolf with your bolts and weapon but one remains that now attacks Talion ... but the wolf is now clearly intimidated and slips!!
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Initiative
Talion
Zot Trouvaelir
Chalmers the Redeemer
Evanora Alaenree
Wolf
BOLD is up!
Evanora feels that the misfortune does not affect the wolf!
Snookum is able to bite and the Wolf is clearly affected by the poison!
The wolf is split in half after Chalmers hacks into it!!
The Goblins, upon seeing the slain wolves, begin wailing and crying. They seem to have a connection with the wolves of this area. They are morose and draggy the rest of the day. By mid day you reach Harvest's End.
The village of Harvest’s End is a quiet place. Traveling merchants in colorful garb are easily distinguished from the locals, who dress in woolen clothes of drab browns, greens, and grays. There are no sounds of laughter or play here.
Fishermen put their catch out for display, while others congregate in small groups and whispered conversations. Smoke rises from the chimneys of uniform but well constructed buildings, most of which are surrounded by small white picket fences.
You talk to a couple of people in town and hear that that the only ferry across the river is run by a Troll named Rimetusk.
If anything bad happens to Rimetusk, the entire village will suffer reprisals from the jadwiga Elvanna once the regional tax collector finds out.
Rimetusk is not supposed to impede legitimate commerce, but he sometimes does to exert his authority.
The ice troll was corrupt before he had power but is now unscrupulous in his crookedness. He’s been known to skim off the top of what he turns over to tax collectors dispatched by the jadwiga Elvanna. He’s also known to take the occasional bribe.
Rimetusk can’t stand humans who don’t know their place (which is beneath him, of course), but he sincerely respects anyone who can best him in a feat of strength, especially wrestling.
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Zot, having finally found their way to civilization, takes no pause before heading towards the local place of social gathering. He attempts to familiarize himself with the locals, using his familiarity with food to help break the ice towards more information.
"Oh goodness! A Troll no less, any idea of what kind of things make Troll stomach's happy? Humanoid flesh can't be the only thing, perhaps I could figure something out to help keep this troll peaceful to our passing?" Zot pondered...
The townsfolk eye you suspiciously as you pass through the village but some obviously find Zot attractive! So they have no problem directing you to the ferry while you potentially prepare salvation and food for the troll.
You arrive and see that Rimetusk is a large, long-limbed, blue-skinned creature with a huge nose and bigger tusks.
Rimetusk is a troll! But looks somewhat runty for a Troll.
Rimetusk eyes you greedily, but snorts and shakes his head when you ask for crossing. "Nope. Not crossin'." he says, crossing his arms.
The troll grunts.
It just repeats.
"Nope. Not crossin'!"
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Evanora sweeps her hand along the group of goblins and whispers, "We have slaves to sell ole Rhimey. We have a very particular buyer with very specific needs."
Suddenly, one of the goblins jumps in after Evanra’s lie.
“Nooo!!! We play a significant role Rimetusk!! Irrisen law views us as citizens with the same rights and privileges as humans!! We’re no slaves!! Liar!!!!“ the goblin shouts.
The goblin is correct.
Despite the letter of the law, however, belief in equality among the nation’s monstrous races becomes more abstract the farther one gets from Whitethrone.
The troll is little bit confused for a couple of seconds but then he looks at the elven woman and nods!
“Of course!!“
And he looks at the goblin and shakes his head.
“Stop typical goblin talk!!“
You are free to cross afterwards.
“Ehh…. No!! No mister!! Please!!“ the goblin says with fear.
The troll helps to get you going.
You are almost free and clear of Irrisen.
With the Rimeflow miles behind you, you’re ready to turn west to cross over into Hagreach, the easternmost portion of the Lands of the Linnorm Kings, and your final destination of Trollheim.
The planned route through a stretch of wooded land is intended to keep you out of sight from the wandering patrols of either nation. Unfortunately, the Witch Queen and her children guard the border well.
Natural trails wind through these woods, allowing passage through the thickets and shrubs. A sudden opening reveals a little house, no larger than a small child’s tree fort, built atop bundled tree branches lashed together like stilts or legs. The woodwork on the exterior of the house is exquisite, almost delicate in its craftsmanship. The only entrance to this small, one room structure is an open doorway facing west.
This small house is the residence of one of the many guardians of Irrisen’s border. You recall legends telling of small, chicken-legged houses inhabited by porcelain dolls, created from the souls of stolen children and fashioned in the likenesses of ugly, white-haired crones. These dolls supposedly sit and watch Irrisen’s western border, and many tales say they walk the land at night with murderous intent.
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Zot was all prepared to attempt bartering with the Troll, though instead finds himself very impressed with his elven ally's smooth words. Once past the bridge he leans in and offers them their choice of the feast he cooks in the coming nights as a token of gratitude.
As the group travels onward he attempts to keep note of what their agent had told them many times before. He didn't feel all too comfortable about the place and was otherwise untrusting.
Aside from the warnings given, he wasn't fully aware of this area and didn't know what to do, defaulting to the others for their wisdom and guidance. "Best we stay on foot, though we may very well may wish to keep a silent foot about us. What say you all?" Zot would question quietly.
Even in the daytime, the forest canopy filters all but dim light, and you can imagine that at night even the moonlight doesn’t penetrate the foliage overhead.
Charmers, you see a porcelain doll that resides in this hut.
Well, it sits in the small chair in the center of the hut. It sits perfectly still, creepily watching the landscape through the hut’s door.
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You are starting to sneak when suddenly Evanora and Chalmers step on dry wood!! And the puppet is suddenly moving its head in your direction.
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Initiative
Evanora
Puppet
Talion
Zot
Chalmers
Bold may act!!