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"....I...admire such hope. But it is here....fruitless....[" Anator pauses as much from extertion as from trying to be politic...
Anator shrugs and moves around to aid Aizu, gripping the rope. "Each piece might have the capacity to move independently, and the limbs impart a crushing cold. Or perhaps the dismembered whole reform with ice for blood. Reminds me of the time...." Anator continues conversationally, warming to the tale perhaps in sharp contrast to the cold...
No probs DM - just wondering who all is still in the party. Looks like its Aizu, Anator and Camas.
Snow flecks in his beard, Anator crouches at the edge, and peers down, watching. His eyes raise at the sight of the cave mouth, then his brows knit as he discerns the bodies. Still looking down he comments. "Hmm. Not sure I've ever dealt with zombies-in-pieces. Still, it pays to be cautious. I'm going to assume therefore that those are NOT corpses per se, but un-dead. Just to be on the safe side." Anator grins feverishly, slapping his hands together and placing them in his armpits in an attempt to keep warm. "Ach, it's colder than Pharasma's cruel heart out here..."
Just wanting to check who is still here. Camas and Aizubike seem to be around. Raznarr? Kestra Ealianne?
"Great." Anator mutters, staring sourly at the makeshift lift. "This venture does NOT improve..." Anator looks about for any...thing else that might take his interest away from the yawning chasm below.
"After...you..." he intones, without giving a specific...
Anator holds out a staying hand. "Let us not approach too rapidly..."
"Oh by the gods...ehrm...by Pharas...oh never mind. Fantastic. First snow, then ford fjords and now....climbing?" Anator is more churlish than irritated. "Let us track these itinerant "adventurers". Then scour the town and merchantry for the rest. Perhaps the threat of an all-you-can-eat ghoul-fest might loosen some venal grips from the odd odd-shaped coin..."
Anator likewise scans the darkness and snow to try to pierce the veil of obfuscation. "I am liking this less and less..."
"Raznarr?" Anator yells to the Ulfen, almost sounding tremulous. The warpriest immediately sets himself in a defensive stance, blades at the ready.
"Huh. As you say "barefoot" I'm guessing humanoid then? Hrmm. The dead... feel no cold." Anator shrugs deeper into his snowgear, kukris still on display.
Anator scans the horizon, though what he looks for is anyone's guess. He sighs. "Yes, let us...investigate."the warrior murmurs as he stares at his blades, as if they are the true meaning of investigation.
Anator looks to his own snowshoes, and remembers his clumsy efforts. How I miss Mwangi "Yes. The snow is...less forgiving to some of us."
Anator stomps his feet against the cold. He is visibly agitated. Cupping his hands to throw his voice he shouts: "Also, it is gods-damned cold out here. Might we continue this discussion somewhere warm, perhaps near a fire, and with cups of tea or other hot beverages."
"Unless they have had hard dealings with the adventurers, and mistake us for more of the same, I think so. Let us make sure to be peaceable..."
Anator smacks his hands together, and looks at his sensibly clothed companions. "Gods this place is cold. Alright. Fur clothing for the obstinate. One outfit of your finest please. And yes, also snowshoes. Steady feet and alacrity be damned..."
Anator nods thoughtfully at Aizu's points. He smiles. "I'm no barfly...let us do as you say my brother..."
Anator nods, and adds his own thoughts: "Alternatively, I would be interested in asking questions anywhere the adventurers might have gathered to spend any non-curs'd lucre they obtained - I would rather talk to the adventurers first hand - although the source of the curs'd coins seems to be dwarven, locating where the adventurers found them might turn up something valuable - information-wise - Is there a watering hole where they might gather or have gathered in this cold-forsaken village? Are the adventurers yet here?" To Camas: "Though we found you dead in a cave, you've proven very resourceful. Well done lad. Though I guess we are all of us...dead. To a certain degree...."
"Yes. Of course. Let us...do that!"
Outside group: Anator watches the simple show of superstition, then nods to the guards quickly and heads inside after ushering Camas and making a "coming in?" gesture to Ealianne...
Outside Group: Anator watches the guards carefully to see their response.
Outside group: Anator's eyes bore into the guards - he steps just inside the gate, and looks to his two companions before looking back to the guards.
"You've seen more of these curs'd coins? Where are they now?"
Outside Group: Anator, ready to browbeat the guards is started by the jink of Camas pouch, and quickly reassesses the situation. "Guys. It's cold! C'mon!" He smiles broadly, his open and weather beaten face betraying only irritation at the cold.
DM Arc + Outside group: Anator looks askance at the cold alleyway guards, then calls on Pharasma's aid for imposing presence... Walking up to the gate, Anator calls one of the men over in Common.
"Hey. Delivery!" Standard Action: Cast orison: enhanced diplomacy
Anator looks at Camas and Ealianne with a raised eyebrow. "Kestra? Do you wish also to "stay outside" or would you rather carry on the investigation inside. I admit...I am...less use to mortal company... and prefer the extraction of information by the edge of blade technique..."
Anator merely nods in assent, then thinks a moment. "Do we want to surprise this Svarggt? He may be mixed up in this as more of an actual agent than an accidental receiver of curs'd coinage. Just a thought.."
Anator is just as reluctant as the others to give up his prized slicers, but agrees.
Anator listens to the tale of woe. "Any chance you think those who took the square, white coins have been particularly targeted, or have seen the apparitions? Although it seems likely the merchants and moneylenders took them first..." Anator thinks for a while, ruminating. "Perhaps these adventuring types HAVE unearthed curs'd treasure, and woke something...that should still be resting. Where did they go? Or come from for that matter?"
Anator speaks to Raznarr quietly. "What are you saying to them? It's....cold here."
Anator takes stock of the obviously defensive stockade. "Ehrmm...not I. That Ulfen Raz, or something more... Northern? Whatever they said, I'd wager they're very armed, and very...cautious."
Anator scanst the bleak outlook with a worried, or pained expression. Difficult to tell with poor light, and a beard hiding half his face. "Well, let's do this. The undead don't feel the cold like we do. Surprised they don't flock here... Apart from those we are hunting now." The warrior turns to their guide. "Alain - do we have any idea of the nature of the...interruption... to my Lady Pharasma's good works we are here.... investigating?"
Ok, thanks Ryn! Took Piranha Strike and Blind Fight.
Ok, almost complete. Change log: * +7 hp (5 from d8, +1 FC, +1 human)
* I still have two Feats to choose, 1 from regular progression and 1 Bonus Combat Feat from Warpriest. Anyone (Ryn?) got any ideas for a gimped TWFer with 10 Str?
Thanks for the headsup DM - ARC
"Gehhhh. Hrmppph. Yess." Anator drops his head momentarily, and murmurs something inaudible before dropping to search the body of the giant beast. He fumbles about with the creature's straps and gear, loking to his companions. "So. Alain. Are we done here? Do we want to go further in and make any more...inquiries? [here wipes mouth with the back of one bloodied glove, and indicates recumbent forms with one kukri, before wiping it clean on matted fur] Let's at loot the priests, and see if we find anything else valuable - seems we used quite a few resources here. "
Emboldened by his companions, Anator steps into the fray, blades flashing in the firelight... 5' step. Full Attack Action: Attack dire mutant gnoll monstrosity.. [+1 BAB, +3 Dex, +1 Mwk, +1 weapon focus, -2 TWF, +1 bless]
Anator makes a reluctant prayer to his patron goddess - his wounds knit and fade as the healing energy washes over him...
Seeing Aizu's eyes flicker open, Anator rushes to aid Alain and Raznarr. "The dwarf speaks true. Alain?"
Will post in a few hours...
Again the doughty war priest looks to a fallen comrade, and again chooses ending the foes rather than aiding the injured... ROUND 7 5' step. Full Attack Action: Attack remaining gnoll. [+1 BAB, +3 Dex, +1 Mwk, +1 weapon focus, -2 TWF, +1 bless]
"Hold 'em Alain!" yells Anator. Kestra appears to be providing support to Ealianne, and Anator wishes to aid too, but first - gnolls yet stand. He turns to the nearest gnoll, and carves anew. ROUND 6 Full Attack Action: Attack wounded gnoll. [+1 BAB, +3 Dex, +1 Mwk, +1 weapon focus, -2 TWF, +1 bless]
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