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"Sorry, Wapiti, I hope you can dodge this as well as you have in the past." Erland moves forward to get a line on both the golem and Nazhena. Pointing his wand as a focus, a bolt of blue-white lightning connects Erland and his foes for an instant, leaving a line of afterimages floating across his vision.
DC 18 Reflex for half.
"An ice golem, of course. Magic is useless against it, and it has a breath weapon similar to the white dragon's. I will try to slow it with a lightning bolt as I hurt the woman as well."
Erland moves through the chilly air as if born to the cold. He instinctively sticks to lees and breaks in the city, approaching the hut as sneakily as he can.
Fiske, as always, rides at his shoulder, a living, purring stole.
"Gather round, listen closely, and I will fill you all in on what we've learned thus far. Remember, the Ice Queen is our enemy here, and we believe she is the root cause for all the frigid weather across the world. I'm not sure just how far her influence travels, but our homeland was suddenly beset by a snowstorm and cold weather, in the middle of Summer." Erland settles in, with Fiske curled up in his lap. He idly strokes the cat's fur as he speaks, his voice low and even as he tells the story of how they've come thus far. "Now, we have traveled from Taldor, where it should be sunny and warm, fighting evil fey, monstrous ice creatures, and the like all along. Even the walking dead have opposed us as we try to stem the tide of Winter from Irrisen. Thus far, we have slain a winter witch apprentice and been inducted into the service of Grandmother Winter herself, Baba Yaga. Her Black Riders were supposed to travel the world and prepare Irrisen for a transition in leadership, but they were ambushed and killed. The one we encountered charged us with defeating Queen Elvana and returning Irrisen to its proper status, and that brought us here." His eyes flash a bit as he thinks over their battles and the dangers the group has faced, still petting his familiar. "You know of our battles here in the city, against the trolls and dragon and all. Now, we have managed to clear a pathway to the hut of Grandmother Winter herself, and only the gods know what kind of madness awaits us within. The people must resist the Jadwiga, they cannot be allowed to complete their plan to freeze Golarion and plunge the entire world into an eternal winter."
Erland can use the pearl of power 1st lvl, and will 'buy' the scroll of see invisibility from the party loots. He'll also hold onto those potions of lesser restoration unless anyone wants to keep them themselves.
Sorry, I'm alive . Been dealing with some family and work issues, but hopefully all is on the upwards trend. I tried to see if we had a bunch of loot to use but I couldn't find the posts. Did we ever deal with the dragon hoard and rest of the tower treasure? I can't recall.
"Arrows, crossbow bolts, daggers and the like. Maybe a new morningstar or short spear or something to stab with? Does anyone know of a way to make someone more vulnerable to the elements? I can use some ice magic if they're not winter creatures, or if we make someone burn more the alchemical fires will go a bit longer "
"I agree, we will need fire, cold iron materials, and magic to see through their enchantments. I cannot use fire magic, but alchemical goods and non magical stuff, that I can do just fine. Beyond that, there's really no telling what kind of traps, monsters, and other shenanigans are awaiting us inside. The Grandmother Witch is a cunning and tricksy old woman, after all."
Seeing the fey woman go down with an arrow in her chest, Erland offers a hand to Rurik, then looks around. Still blinking the afterimages of the flying fey's blindness out of his eyes, he surveys the battlefield with a frown. "That was messy and horrible. At least we managed to stave off any more deaths. Ok, new guys who drank those crazy women's wine, come over here and I can patch you up." He uses his healing hex on the wounded woodsmen, then assists in gathering up any treasure left behind.
"Did I hear Rurik going down? Where is he?" Erland, still unable to see, begins moving towards Ruriks last known position. He remains in the air, hoping no more flying enemies remain.
Erland rubs his eyes and tries to regain his sight. Unable to see, he draws out his raven's head morningstar and casts a spell to enhance his durability in combat. "I can't see, still. I can only hope its a temporary condition. Fiske, let me know if they are close!""
"Come on, guys, we can take these fools. They're nothing compared to what we've encountered before!"
Erland does not panic as his sight flees. He breathes in deeply and tries to remember where everyone was just a the fae stole his eyes. "I can't see! The fae blinded me." He slips the icicle wand back into it's sheath and uses his innate magic to comprehend any language.
Seeing the small creature pop out, blast Ingrit, then fade back, Erland directs his attention that way. He steps away from the flying peryton monster and draws out a bit of spider silk and gum arabic, chanting in Skald briefly. The silk flies out in a blob, exploding into sticky webbing, covering the undergrowth and treed where the plant monster retreated. "Hopefully it'll get stuck in there, and then I can torch the webs!"
Erland levels his wand at Joliphetta and makes a gesture with his wrist. Shards of ice erupt from the ground beneath her feet like spear points.
I think we've been doing the 1/2+1 hp.
"Ow! That was a close one, if you ask me."
to hit for +1 cold for additional Erland dashes his hand into his potion rack and downs a vial. His form begins to shrink and morph.
Erland points his wand at Mari and flicks the tip up with a snapping motion. Giant icicles like spears shoot up from the ground d beneath the raging fey. and damage, plus DC 14 Ref for half, tripped on a fail. "You have signed your own death warrants, fey. There was no need to engage in such violence, but not your lives are forfeit. "
Erland points and throws a bit of shiny mica towards the prone peryton, Mari, and Girl #2, causing a burst of glittering sparkles to surround them and coat them in gold.
Currently just above ground level, using flight for more movement rather than altitude for the moment.
"The flying monster is a peryton. Imagine the nastiest qualities of those predators it showcases and add in a vicious man's intellect, and you're about there. I'll try to hex it before it can do much harm."
Erland draws a bit of sand from his pouch and flicks it towards the peryton, whispering the words to trigger his slumber hex. He then flies to the SW, getting behind Wapiti as he draws his icicle wand/dagger.
A cold breeze whips around Erlands feet, blowing his cloak and hair from below. "Treachery and betrayal, oh what a surprise. These fey are Baccae and will dri k your blood as soon as that wine. Slay them quickly."
ditto. had to reset PW and do the "clear cookies/ internet data" trick on both pc & phone
"His name is Fiske, and he loves to eat fish. If you have a bit, I'm sure he'll nibble it out of your palm." Erland smiles at the woman nit keeps his attention towards Rurik. He trusts Fiske will let him know anything sketchy going on.
"Well, we need to keep you dry and try to warm you up, Rurik. Try and rotate around, let's get those clothes off as much as possible and we can wrap you up in some blankets for now."
"Thank you for your hospitality, new friends. We appreciate the aid and the fire warmth. Perhaps I can be of assistance? Are any of you injured? I can help to soothe those wounds if so."
"That sounds reasonable. We should make sure anyone who wants to get out of this cursed place can do so. Perhaps they have some intelligence to share about the pipers or the hut itself?" Erland looks at Rurik and wishes he had some resistance magic or warming spells prepared.
"I wish I had some magic to help out, but fire spells simply don't come to me, and I never picked up the trick I've read about that wizards do. The one where you can clean and dirty, dry or dampen, all those simple little tricks. Sorry."
"Flee, Spriggan, and leave this place now." Erland reaches a hand towards Ingrit as she pulls herself free from the watery spell. "So, that's two of these nodes defeated. Whats next?"
Erland moves to get a good angle and levels his hand at the piper, calling forth an actinic blue arc of lightning to strike straight through the fey. "I hope this works!"
"I mean, yeah, I guess so. I hate to have to attack the relatively peaceful fey like this, but if they are intent on bringing the Hut into the First World, they must be stopped. As for the people, if they're talking and acting relatively normally, they might be just trapped folks looking to make do."
HP to Anadrien HP to Erland
"Oof! Well struck, Domitian. I knew those spells would pay off in your hands. Anyone else hurt?"
to hover (DC 15) Erland remains upright while the others have their ground pulled out from under them, then reaches over and touches Domitian on the shoulder, enchanting the warrior to fly as well. "Go get him, lad! If you have cold iron, probably best to use that."
"Sorry, piper, that hut is important to the future of Irrisen and the rest of Golarion. As for the rest of this glade, I don't really care one way or another, but the hur certainly cannot be allowed to leave to the First World." Erland uses his flight hex and hovers just above the earth. Heeding Ingrits warning.
"Unless I miss my guess, we are gonna have to go through that pipers area, and around that black shpere thing. I only imagine this one won't be as agreeable as the last one."
Seeing the man in obvious pain and distress, Erland helps to set his leg, splint it, and then use his healing hex to alleviate the worst of the damage. heal HP healed "Good luck, and be careful out there. There's no telling what kind of situation is beyond the thorns right now." "At least we could do some good today, right?"
"We should double back and look for another path. We must have missed something on the way here."
"I shudder to think what their last moments were like. I cannonky hope they have found peace in their next life."
Erland draws out a flask of alchemists fire, holding it at the ready. "Nice shot! Anyone know what these things are, besides evil?"
"Seems like more of an impediment to runners than a real killer trap. Perhaps they were expecting folks to charge in an be aggressive? Seems like the way around here, especially among the jadwiga." Erland carefully steps where instructed, and keeps a close eye on the foes while Anandrien disables the deadfall.
"Well, if it doesn't like that overture, I think violence may be our only option. Let's hope it feels reasonable today."
"Like most fey creatures, bargains can be just as tricky as direct combat. If it is ordered to guard this area, our ability to pass will depend on the exact wording of those orders. If it took up residence here on its own, your guess is as good as mine."
"That is a fey creature known as a Dawn Piper. They are quite potent and capable of altering reality around themselves with use of music and emotional control. On their home plane, they would be all but unkillable, but we should stand a chance here. Be careful about getting close, it can blind or deafen you with a glance, and use a sonic attack similar to a dragon's breath." Erland takes a look at the wintry themed pool of inverted rain and snowflakes, and gestures towards its flute. "Its most potent attacks require it to use an instrument of some kind. If we can remove that tool, it won't be able to use the nastier tricks it has up its sleeves."
"A suitable end for a reign of terror, locked in ice. A huge pyre of righteous fire to remove the frozen taint of the Jadwiga from this land. " Erland appears quite serious and contemplative as the group lays a significant blow against the ruling powers here in Irrisen.
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