Ecaterina shakes her head
"I am better. I can walk, you have healed me much"
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Ecaterina conjures a blue-glowing snowball she tosses at the ermine. It misses, splatting a nearby tree
Ecaterina strides up and takes a large crystal lens from a pouch. She mutters a few words and peers at the warning
She looks at the others, replacing the crystal in her pouch "It is a magiya smoltritel...a ward placed here to guard the path. Anyone who passes will be subject to magic. I cannot tell, likely electric in nature"
Ecaterina pipes up "I don't think we'll be able to travel too fast in the cold with two sick men. Plus, they have the Nosplymirsk ... The, how you say? Snow sickness. If you travel with them in the cold it makes it much worse. I say leave them here with food and let the village send a party back to retrieve them in a few days."
Ecaterina looks at the group of bandits. She points a finger at one "frigidus" She hisses A ray of cold energy lances from her hand and strikes a bandit
Ecaterina scoops up a handful of snow. It coalesces into a blue-glowing snowball in her petite hands. She tosses it at the bandits
The snowball skews awry when it his a snow-clad branch, bursting in a flash of blue light
Ecaterina charges towards the hidden bandits, a swirling ball of blue light forming in her hand
Ecaterina rushes to Gaelin's side. "Gealishka!"
The young witch's hands glow as she places them around Gaelin's chest wound
Ecaterina yells "The sviney are by the crooked fir, the holly tree and that big fallen trunk there!" She points to the areas
Ecaterina shivers
"Borzhe Moy! This weather is as bad as my home!"
Ecaterina concentrates and passes her hands over the items "This axe has been ensorcelled. It with hit surer than normal"
As the group readies itself at the far side of the stream, Ecaterina gasps "Borzhe Moy! Look at that drift!" She points at a snow drift about ten meters away. Two booted feet stick out from the side of it, with the legs disappearing into the bank
Ecaterina bows slightly to Athromar "My name is Ecaterina. I am a winter witch from Irrisen. My Grandmother, Yelizaveta, was Queen before the current one was put in place by mighty Baba Yaga. Yet my Grand Aunt, Queen Elvanna, has labeled my branch of the family as outcasts. We still hold some rank, as befitting our station as Witches of the Winter, but we have been largely banished from Whitethrone. My Mother and her Sisters have been keeping an eye on Elvanna however, and they believe that she is planning something. Something that must soon come to pass, as the time of her own replacement as Queen is coming. I have only recently been reunited with my mother, after enduring most of my childhood as a captive of the foul Fey of Chillblight. When my Mother heard of a strange portal being opened, she dispatched me to investigate what it was, suspecting that it was caused by one of Elvanna's agents, most probably one of her Daughters or Granddaughters." Ecaterina smiles wryly 'As you can see, this portal is not your usual magic. Something strange is afoot, and I aim to find out what Aunt Elvanna is up to."
The blonde woman grabs the rope, hitching a knot expertly around a tree and then waiting for Athromar to secure his end. Once the rope is taut, she crosses the ice quickly, her feet sure and dexterous. She is dressed in a mottled white and black patterned fur tunic, vest, coat, and pants with warm-looking white boots. She is pretty, but she looks a bit bedraggled, her hair snarled in knots and her clothing looking damp and dirty. A small white rabbit peeks from her vest pocket. She arrives at the other bank and sizes Athromar up. She speaks again in that rich sing-song Skaldi accent "You do not look like a Nostravu*. Perhaps you are as you say you are. Perhaps" Skaldi* Spoiler: Nostravu=human minion of the winter witches
A tall blonde woman calls across the stream. She has an Irrisen accent "Where do you hail from?" |