Marcian the Stoat's page

Action posted Here just in case it was being waited on or forgotten.

Yup!

Congratulations!

You know what I will do when my time comes:)

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Many sorries for the low posting, still dealing with work and health issues.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

That's a strange place to put gear.

Why would they hide it under the chest and not in it?

If/when everyone is clear of the possible path of the crossbow, Marcian will reach up/climb up to the crossbow and pull it down or set it off from behind.

Marcian drops his massive hand on Fizzlewhisks shoulder to stop him from moving to the chest, if possible.

Haste is not needed at this time, caution is.

The end of the rope there, see that, I think this to be a snare of some kind.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Dice roller is totally Bi-Polar..

Looking at himself I'm good.

Looks at the zombies, Their not, Good job everyone!

Nope, he would find him/herself hungry again after eating my small brain, anywho!

Marcian barely fends of the attack with his shield.

Marcian calmly steps over the fallen zombie and strikes the zombie next to Fizzlewhisk.

5' step and attack

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Crit here, and a 1 on another post.

Dice program is Bi-Polar:(

Was waiting until after Runa, but when my turn comes.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Marcian straps his shield to his arm and moves to back up Fizzlewhisk.

Upon seeing him ready a weapon, he draws his new longsword.

Sorry about low posting rate, work is brutal right now, and it's going to become worse soon.

Sheet updated with cold weather gear purchase, -8 gp.

Marcian walks in with his new gear, has a whiskey and waits for the signal to proceed.

Smiling, the smith looks at the gnome. "I'm sure we can scrounge something up. Xanthippe, please help our little friend here."

Xanthippe spots Marcian, and with a sly grin waves back at him. "Sure, I'll find my old sling. Hang on one Druman moment..."

She rushes to their home, returning shortly with a leather sling. "Here you go!" Grinning wildly, she hands the bullet chucker to Fizzlewhisk. Turning to Marcian, she is all smiles. "Rumor has it you're off to be a hero..."

Well, off to rescue some poor noble women who was attacked in the woods.

Hope it won't take long, Ma needs me to work on the fence.

Gives us as much a start as you can when she comes looking for me, it'll be worth your next 2 tabs.

Mr Euphram looks at the gang before hom going wide-eyed some. "Cold iron all around? I can, well, I think I can, place the orders, but it'll take at least two days working non-stop to make that all. And that's with my apprentice helping. Xanthippe!"[/b]

A second later, a gorgeous but soot covered young woman comes from around the corner, wiping some sweat from her brow. "Yes pa?"

"We got an order. Now, I can make it, but like I said, might take a full two days. But if you need cold iron now, I do have a couple of cold iron sling bullets you lot can buy. They ain't much, I'll admit, but all I have on hand."

Waves to Xanthippe.

We should make haste, the longer we wait, the worse shape the Lady could come to.

We should get what arms we can in a short time then go, returning tomorrow for additional gear if needed.

No, no, nothing like that.

We need some cold iron weapons if you have any available.

Assuming the GM is OK with it

Uhm, yes I sure can!

Mother gets worried something fierce.

Having lived here

Marcian points to the smithy.

That way.

Marcian is not a sword maker, so he is expressing what he knows. Which, is not much:) That is deliberate.

Marcian accepts the sword as the great gift that it is and bows to the injured warrior.

I will use this blade with honor and skill.

We should make haste, after preparations?

That stuff is expensive.

I would really like to get some warmer clothes however.

Who was presented the sword?

So, I need winter stuff. And I get to attack ice cream fairies.

Mother would be amused.

Did you fell any of the ice fairies before your retreat?

I do not know a much about them, do you have any advice?

Yes, yes it did.

Now the count down for Frozen.

@ Aðvinr: Yhe wounds certainly don't fit the climate well, being frostbite.

Looking at Grimkell, the man nods, but has a look of defiance in his eyes. "Jeg kjempet , og godt . Men du fikk ikke se ting. Ting mødre fortelle barn for å gjøre dem vet aldri til nær grensen lander!"

** spoiler omitted **

Looking to Marcian and Annalisa, he starts his explanation. "We thought they were just bandits at first - outlaws who hide like wolves in the forest. They? They were no match for us. But then I saw something that put the chill in my bones: cold fey of the north. My people speak of the winter-touched all the time, but here, in the south, I never expected to see them." He coughs, and Tessaraea brings forth a small tankard of herb-infused water. Sipping some down, he nods at the elf. "I thank you, lass. And dangers? [b]Cold like the north, wind that cuts the skin and wears at your very soul.[/b] Voices, lilting, beautiful and cruel.[/b] But I did not see much beyond that. Injured as I was, and knowing my duty, I crawled back here to report and get help."[/b]

That sounds like my last date...Brrrr, chilly that one!

I am glad you had the wisdom to fall back, otherwise, we may have lost the chance to save the Lady.

What can you tell us of the dangers you saw?

Cool, more the merrier!

That sounds like I good idea.

Site was wonky for me yesterday, sorry I'm late!

Marcian instinctively ducks his head as he enters the tavern, his tall frame packed with lean hard muscle, barely clearing the door.

I'm here, I'm late, I'm sorry! Ma need some help in the barn, then the house, and well...I'm here...now.

Did I pay my tab yet?

A member of the militia and town guard, Marcian also performs odd jobs around the village, mostly doing things that require strength.

A regular patron of the tavern, plus his time walking the beat in the village, have made him a well known sight to many people.

The village often jokes about some towns having a brute squad, several strong people to help maintain order, while here, Marcian IS the brute squad!