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Freyr clicks his tongue as he draws his blade and moves to stand between the winter wolf and the rest of the group. He's hunted beside their number enough to know exactly who the greatest threat is right now. "I think I quite like my current coat, but it never hurts to have a spare. A savage wolf's pelt makes for a fine enough one I suppose. Come and face me if you dare wargling."
I had the same problem and only managed to get it fixed today. Though I just had to wipe my cookies to force it to let me log in properly again.
"We'll be on our way to the city soon enough," Freyr replies. "Whitethrone, for all its faults, is a fairly grand city. As long as you don't mind having to clear the way whenever a witch and her entourage need to pass by, on pain of death." His tone makes it abundantly clear what he thinks of the situation.
Freyr manages to keep himself from twitching at their newest ally's words. "Just Freyr, please," he replies. "I've had enough formality to last several life times already." He frowns as Kleora distracts him with a more pressing concern. "More spies perhaps? Birds do make for excellent watchers. There may be trouble waiting for us ahead."
Freyr lets out a small sigh of relief as his display does its intended job and the wolves decide that they can find easier prey somewhere else. He was certainly able to fight off a few mundane wolves, but keeping a child safe at the same time would have been a more complicated situation. "Just doing my job," he says with a small nod of his head to the concerned mother. "I've spent my whole life trying to keep my sister safe, so I'm glad that my skills are applicable in other situations." It's hard to tell if the taciturn man is being serious or if it's meant to be a joke. "We have rarely traveled without escorts in the past, so something as simple as hungry predators isn't something we have to deal with very often. I don't think they'll return any time soon, after their attempt to find prey failed, but we should keep one eye open, just to be certain."
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Freyr notices Orm's unhappy look at have a babysitter, but it was better that he be a bit unhappy than to run into some kind of accident on his own. Being stuck on in the frozen wilderness was a death sentence even for someone a great deal older and stronger. His eyes dart to the side as he sees movement in the bushes and after a moment her recognizes on of Irrisen's many wolves. Well, it was better than fairies or more birds at least. "Orm, don't go too far!" he calls out to the boy. "There are wolves out here." He hurries to catch up to the child before he gets much further away. "It seems there's a wolf out here," he silently projects back to his sister. "I only see the one, so it may be alone, but I'll try to drive it off." He growls and loudly rattles his gauntlet against his chainmail. "Begone! There's no food for you here!" While the wolf likely can't understand him, unless he had managed to mistake a winter wolf for a more common variety, hopefully the noise and loss of it's stealth would startle it into leaving.
"I can keep an eye on him," Freyr says as he absently rolls his shoulders. "If we run into more troublemakers on the way, I'll grab the kid and come back." The snow crunches under his feet as he follows after the young man. "And don't hesitate to call me if trouble finds you instead," he mentally projects to his sister. He tramps after the child, letting him gather up the firewood, but keeping him well in sight. It would do the boy good to contribute to the group's trip, and hopefully keep his mind off of what he had lost.
"Well... that worked," Freyr says with a blink before he sheathes his sword and starts to collect the scattered supplies from the ground. "Nice done." He takes the time to make sure he doesn't miss anything underneath the snow before he retakes his spot to finish his watch. Hopefully that's the most exciting thing to happen tonight.
"Gremlins in the supplies! On your feet everyone!" Freyr calls out as he closes in on the nearest trouble maker and attempts to knock everything it's trying to steal out of its hands.
Sorry, I totally forgot to keep checking Paizo. I haven't been doing as much PbP. Is anyone still here?
I'm fine taking a break as well. Whatever time you need to get stuff sorted out in life is perfectly reasonable.
"Sister, wake up now! Thieving creatures in the supplies!" Freyr growls as he emerges from the darkness, his cold iron sword glinting in the moonlight. "Drop it," he orders the little imp-things. "Now." His voice makes it clear he accepts no argument.
Freyr is no stranger to taking long watch shifts, not when he had served much of his training on the Ulfan border. The instant he heard something amiss, his hand was on his blade and he sent projected a message toward his sister through their bond. "Sister, wake up. There is something moving about near the camp." He carefully moved across the snow, circling the camp to see if he could get a look at their unexpected arrival before what it was realized it had been spotted.
"If they don't attack us, there's not much we can do about them anyway. We're going to be targeted eventually, so if these are out looking for us, at least we know to keep watch a bit more intently than we already are."
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"Ravens are never a good sign in this place," Freyr mutters as he keeps watch near the edge of the group. He's rather thankful that their first day on the road is quiet, but that doesn't mean that he can let his guard down for long.
"While I'm not unfamiliar with the trip, last time we had a group of guards with us to help ward off the dangers on the road," Freyr admits. "Traveling with a group is certainly safer than trying to go separate ways. And it feels particularly foolish when we have the same destination." It feels a bit odd to be allowing near strangers to travel with them once again, but there is no doubt that Nadya is no friend to the other witches and leaving her to risk the journey alone would certainly upset Fryja. "I have no problem with traveling together."
I would suggest we pick up some snowshoes and extra supplies, but I think Freyr is pretty ready to go.
"Given the condition we found the Black Rider in, I don't have hopes for the others, but there are always those with their own political games. Finding those not loyal to our mother may be our best option." Freyr makes a thoughtful hum. "Baba Yaga is powerful beyond most mortal comprehension. It's slightly disturbing that the queen was able to move against her so successfully. We're going to need all the help we can get."
"I haven't used many of my own supplies. But we should stock up on food and anyone who doesn't have supplies for travel in winter should see what the village has to spare. It's a long walk to Whitethrone and the elements are no more merciful than the witches around here." He glances at his sister. "Present company excluded."
Freyr takes a seat not far from his sister's side. Though the villagers seemed grateful, there was no telling if one of Nazhena's agents was still lurking among them. He wasn't going to let anyone be harmed while he still breathed. He was rather surprised when a child, of all people, chose to approach him. His rather grim countenance rarely invited friendly conversation, much less with impressionable children. "I have to look scary," he says after a few moments of hastily collecting his thoughts. "My sister is always putting herself in danger and as her brother, it's my job to keep her safe. If I look scary enough, some of the bad people will leave her alone without me having to do anything." He winks conspiratorially, like he's sharing a big secret with the surprisingly unbothered girl. "I wasn't born like this though. If you work and train hard, anyone can learn to be strong enough to protect the people they love." He only wished that he'd been stronger sooner. His sister had gone through enough in her life that he couldn't shield her from.
Freyr smiles a little bit in-spite of himself as Fryja rallies the townsfolk around her. Reckless as she could be, she did have the charisma to draw in others anyway. Hopefully they could actually follow through with that fire. "Some rest would not be amiss," he agrees as Nadya invites them inside. "We cannot stay long, but it's best to be full and rested when we depart."
Freyr glances to their new companion. "You are not bound to this quest as we are. If you want to back out, you still have time. We were entrusted with this task by our grandmother's last surviving herald. Still, I can't fault your courage. If you wish to come with us, we can help loan you some power, but like just about everything to do with witches, there is a cost."
"Our name gave us more freedom here," Freyr mutters. "Or it only will until someone gets around to telling mother that we technically just committed treason. At which point we're probably going to be public enemy number one. So I suppose we should apologize in advance for the trouble we're dragging you into." The swordsman almost smiles. "But one way or another, there's only one place we can go to pick up dear old grandma's trail. And she might be the witch that other witches tell horror stories about, but I'd still rather her have the power than our mother."
Freyr sleeps only lightly while they recover in the Tower and lick their wounds, always wary for any sign of danger, even if they seem to have cleared the place out. With their usual luck, reinforcements could stumble right into them over the evening. When things do go remarkably smoothly, it feels almost too good to be true. But this is only the beginning of their journey here, not the end. He had been hoping to leave this country far behind, but fate had a different path in mind it seemed. And until they uncovered their grandmother's fate, they had very little that they could do about it. Once the portal is properly sealed, he recommends they return to town and regroup, hopefully away from prying eyes.
Satisfied that the man can stand on his own at least, Freyr steps back, keeping one eye on the curious new arrival while he sticks close to his sister for the rest of their search of the tower. "There are very few of our family members that I would be surprised to find had this sort of thing lying around," he projects to Fryja as they search Nazhena's room.
"You wouldn't think that so many things you call mother are so murderous, yet here we are." The joke is almost out of character for the stoic young man, as is the small smile on his lips as he says it. "Kvell, are you actually unconscious?" He lightly pats his hand against the Kellid's face a few times to try to rouse him if he doesn't respond.
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Freyr steps forward to help his sister catch the collapsing man. "You would think that someone who would raid a Winter Witch stronghold would be made of sterner stuff," he deadpans as he lifts the stranger off of his sister. "He's certainly an... eccentric sort of person, isn't he?"
Freyr hisses and braces himself against the dragon's frigid slams. "You're one to talk, sister," he sends through their link, managing to sound utterly deadpan without so much as moving his lips. He endures the hit and refuses to back down when his foe is so close to falling.
Freyr grunts and lifts his armored gauntlets to intercept the blows raining down on him as much as possible. The force of the living statue is still enough to make his ears ring and drive him back a few paces, but he manages to stay standing regardless. "Appreciated," he grunts out as the new arrival's spell quickly takes the pain away and his bruises fade before they can form. His grip tightens around his blade again and he goes in for the kill.
Freyr presses the attack and swings down at the dragon again. "Enough trickery! We finish this now!"
Freyr closes in on the ice dragon with significantly more care than their new... ally? He raises his blade and attempts to brute force his way through its cold body and break it down. He then raises his armored hand, ready to intervene if it attempts to attack anyone else.
"Indeed. If he escapes, he'll run back to his mistress and we'll have twice the trouble to deal with. Quickly."
"There's not exactly a lot room for me to get after him," Freyr grumbles as the goat somehow continues to best his combat skills. "Besides, I'm growing weary of this beast causing me grief." He raises his sword again. "Your fox is a far more pleasant companion, sister." Then he lashes out and attempts to actually land a meaningful blow on the familiar.
Apologies for vanishing. The down time got me out of the habit of visiting Paizo regularly and I had a busy couple weeks.
Freyr pushes himself to his feet as he feels the familiar sensation of healing magic bringing him back to consciousness. "Who is... never mind, not the time." He grips his sword and attempts to take the goat's head off.
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Yeah, this is not a good situation.
Freyr grits his teeth as the supernatural chill washes over him. He always hated how this kind of magic felt to be on the receiving end of. He grabs his sword and slams it down on the goat again.
Freyr's face darkens as their foe turns his attention to his sister. He switches to his longbow and fires an arrow at the hovering foe.
Freyr considers his options for a moment as he looks up at the paralyzed man floating in midair. A bit too high for his sword to reach. But there was more than one way to skin a wolf. He turns and approaches the man's familiar before bringing his sword down on the goat's body.
Freyr spins and brings the hilt of his sword around in a crushing blow against the next of the elementals. He had to keep them from swarming one of the more vulnerable members of the group.
Freyr clicks his tongue. He had known that Radosek would be waiting, but the summoned creatures were an inconvenience to deal with. "It is quite bold to assume you can do anything to stop us." He steps forward, raising his sword and delivering a powerful overhand blow to the foremost elemental.
"Women are rulers, men are commanders," Freyr adds to his sister's impromptu lesson on Irriseni culture. "That is how it's been since the first daughter of Baba Yaga was put on the throne more than a thousand years ago. My brother only rules the western reaches because they are the most likely to see battle against our neighbors. The witches... do not have a lot of friends. Radosek has a twisted sort of luck to be picked up as an apprentice, especially to one of our direct relatives. Nazhena favors him, but he'd still be lucky to survive if she heard he lost track of us. Mother gave her specific instructions to teach us and... well there are very few fates for those who disappoint mother. He'll be desperate and desperate men do reckless things. Do not let your guard down." Freyr finally allows himself to trail off from what is perhaps the longest speech his given since their small group formed.
"As long as you leave us be. Perhaps flee the tower with your birds until the battle is done."
"If they're not going to bother us, there's no reason to bother them. Let's keep moving."
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