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Nathara wakes up early in the morning, when it still. It is almost like the darkness that is always part of this land since the witches control merely chooses to come true at night whereas the days are a lie.

She draws her fur cloak tight around herself and goes to clean herself in the snow, while her ears trace the sounds of the yet sleeping village. Something is not right here.

A strange mood falls onto her as she looks around, the details of the things within her darkvision and lingering shapes beyond. The whole sitation seems so unreal, like nothing she might have thought she would be doing merely a months ago. Not in her worst nightmares.

"What am I doing here?" she whispers to herself. But she knows, she still carries the mantle of one of Baba Yaga's riders, the witches still reach out for the world and even if they would not, the Irrisen is still in their icy grasp. It remains to be seen what she can do, but to oppose them is the right thing to do. The thought of the plan, the thought of freeing Baba Yaga, the hag that created a nightmare gone rogue, makes her shiver more than the cold can.

Silently she opens her spell book and studies her spell, able to read the symbols and marking only because of her own, blazing red demon eyes.

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When it is finally dawning she goes to the village, wondering whether is such a thing as a bakery selling fresh bread; the village is likely to small and folks bake their own bread, but it is worth a try. It may help to lift everyone's mood, including her own.

"Good morning." she says as she meets with the others. "So when will we start to... implement our plan? Is there anything more that we need?"

Nathara merely nods. She stares intently at the map, then closes her eyes and tries to trace the lines with closed eyes as she tries to memorize it.

I am sorry, haven't paid attention the past few days... I am ready to move on as well.

And congratulations on the job. :)

Nathara looks at the map, but it does not really appear as though there was a way in on that level. The door that connected the entry hall to the larger tower was somehow drawn strange, but it appeared as though it was not necessarily required to pass through it. "Yes, thank you" Nathara mumbles absent mindedly as she studies it.

An amazing drawing, indeed.

"Those are servant quarters, I suppose? Or do the guards have quarters there?" She taps with her claw top at the three rooms with beds in the east most part of the drawing.

I am not entirely sure whether there are any soul shards in Erhana's place or whether Evanna has them all... I think it was mentioned that there are actually soul shards in Ezhana's place but it does not make a lot of sense for her to have them. So, hopefully I did not say anything foolish now.

Nathara beams radiantly as Hutch appears. She curtseys, even though she is too tall to make the gesture work for him.

She speaks a few words in the language of the fey. It is apparent from the way she gestures towards her comrades and uses their names that she is introducing everyone. She also expresses her gratitude for the privilege of getting to see him, which she considers by no means natural in case of the fey (Vosi is, of course, still hiding, but she most certainly won't expose him. That is his choice, even though Nathara assumes that Hutch realises that there is Sprite hiding.)

To Evelyn's comment she adds: "Indeed. We can make one together. Of outstanding importance would be ways in and out unsees, ways for creatures of our size to overcome the ice wall without being seen, where we may find prisoners and people who might need saving, whether there is anyone inside who is not there voluntarily and might be willing to assist us, where we can most likely expect to be resistance while the mistress is not at home... and access to the..." She pauses briefly and wonders whether she should say that, but continues otherwise: "Well, the soul shards of the fey. We intend to give them back. A soul is categorically inalienable in my opinion, any transaction with a soul is void and evil in its core, in my opinion."

Nathara closes her eyes for a moment as she listens to the melody Tiferet plays. "That was nice, sweet and soft."

Nathara considers the details they've been given for a moment. "A wall of ice, an absent mistress... that all should be doable. Whoever is in there must come out on occasion. That all should be doable... If Hutch won't show himself then maybe we should indeed rest."

"You might as well... as for trying to get him to talk us... Fey do like music, don't they. So is there anything we can do that is quiet enough so we won't wake the kids?" Nathara glances over to Tiferet.

Nathara follows the conversation, but once awoken, the spirit in her that reeks deception and betrayal is not easily silenced. And she would probably not have put down her sword if it wasn't for claws which she could still use; which the demon in her actually preferred to use.

But she did not want to become more impolite; Nadya had shown them hospitality after all that she had lost in a land of eternal winter (well, long lasting - it wouldn't remain eternal if their little gang could do anything at all about it).

She tries to keep her voice down to avoid waking the kids up, but speaks a few words in the language of the forest.*

"That is a situation we might be able to take advantage of. What do you know about these guards? Are they trolls? People recruited from the village? How are they armed?"

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* Sylvan: Then we shall cherish the beauty and peace you worked so hard to bring into this house, noble spirit.

Nathara sighs in relief as she identifies the spells. "Then I hope Sarenrae will watch over your boys and they will see her first summer by the time they will have grown up to kiss their first maidens. And I shall do anything within my power to make that possible."

She lowers her head in a bit of shame. Her story made perfect sense if her housekeeper was a sprite or a pixie. "I dishonor my kind by being a horrible guest, I can only ask your forgiveness." She turns to the others which share the mantle of the dark rider with her. "Mending, prestidigitation, lullaby, invisibility. That is all." She unhooks the sheathe in which her sword is from her belt and puts it next to her backpack.

"I meant what I said earlier: We stand out pretty much and Ezhana will learn of our arrival in the village pretty soon if she hasn't already. She knows what we look like, and if she learns that we have been sharing your company she must the witch must be aware of the extend of our knowledge. A knowledge that we must indeed extend." she nods to Evelyn. "So what do we know so far? And how might we get to an insider in her tower?"

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
This is supposedly akin to an acrobatics check to move through an enemy's threat range

Nathara is indeed looking around for something and her eyes suddenly widen a little. She does take a few steps further into the room, winding by Nadya with surprising litheness given her seeming absent-mindedness.

"Hmmm..." makes Nathara as she stares with a strange intensity into empty spots of the room. "I certainly would like to be able to talk to Ashen right now as well." And that even though I am really more of a cat-person. She looks straight to Ashen for a moment. She breathes in heavily through her nose.

Then she suddenly turns to Nadya. "Whatever we do, we must make sure not endanger... your sons... I am sorry, what are their names again? I was a bit surprised that they were here all alone; I was rather expecting to find your mate or your sister or your parents here as well after I saw your boys."

To Evelyn she remarks: "Intelligence is indeed important, even though I am inclined to think that Lady Nazhena already knows that we are here and there are indicators that she is playing her game with us. She certainly knows what we're after. There is something strange about this... symmetry we found in the village. Solas mímhacánta*." Then she glances to Tiferet and touches the palm of her right with her left. Technically she rather seems to be looking at Tiferet's hand.

Bluff (Convey Secret Message): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Mythic Surge: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Nathara nods. The desire for revenge was a strong motivator and could help tap unknown powers within onesself. The trick was not to succumb to it and be used by it, that was the path of a demon. Whenever she closed her eyes visions of putting a horrible end to the witch, of which tearing her testines out with the witch's living body claws and fangs in a frenzy of rage was amongst the mildest. To use the rage and yet stand true to the grace and elegance of an elf, that was the trick.

"Indeed" Nathara answered simply. "And we must tread both swift and careful. It is possible that Lady Nazhena already knows that we're here. And if she knows that she also knows that we are in your company. And then it's only a matter of time before she makes her move; we must under no circumstance loose initiative. But all kinds of deception might be dangerous..."

Nathara has fallen back to speaking common again and her words appear somewhat absent minded. "Please don't say anything our enemy doesn't already know for now. I have the strangest of feelings..."

Nathara sets her backpack softly down to the floor and her ears move slightly as she's scanning for sounds. "Did you notice anything unusual, Nadya? Anything about the house that was not quite as you expected when you entered? I need to cast a spell and we should make sure there are no eavesdroppers."

Cast: Detect Magic

She looks around to the others to see what they are thinking. Vosi's warning meant something. But she did not know what. Maybe Nadya was not was she seemed to be, maybe she was being blackmailed with the lives of her sons... but then, why would Vosi have noticed it?

Nathara looks around thoroughly whether she finds any auras which seem unusual.

Nathara felt seriously uncomfortable with the situation. Both with the two children he demanded to know where there sister was and with whatever it was that Vosi warned them about. She does follow inside and took a look around.

But she had to help Nadya with explaining Thora's absence to the boys. Nathara opened her mouth, closed it again and then eventually said what just what is on her lips. She speaks Skald and weaves in pauses, trying very hard to keep her accent low. "Sometime bad things happen and no matter how hard we try, there is nothing even grown-ups can do about it." Most elves did not consider anyone below the age of one-hundred to be even remotely grown up; however, Nadya was clearly more grown up that her boys.

"Thora is in a different place now, a place where not even your mom can reach her anymore. Only the lady to whom the chapel is devoted can say where." If Thora managed to travel through the stream of souls to Pharasma's citadel yet, which Nathara doubts. "Your mom wanted to keep her promise and thought she could. But sometimes even grown ups are wrong. Sometimes there are powers greater than us beyond our control. Sometimes things are just as they are and even your mom can't change them." Now that was a bad last word.

"What we can do is to try and change things so that something like this cannot happen again. And if you want to do something to help your sister, then listen to your mom, for even if she's not all powerful, she still knows what's best and she is still the bravest and strongest women I ever met in this country. And tell Pharasma how important Thora is to you. That won't bring her back, but it can help her."

She looks concerned to Nadya to see whether that was alright. Half of her was still tracking the environment to find out what is out of place, what Vosi's warning was about. She remembered that the witch had seen them through the eyes of the doll and that she was probably looking out for them. And she remembered her own promise to burn the white witch.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Nathara nods (careful to not hurt Vosi) as she hears Vosi's whispered warning. She tries to make eye contact the others, particularly Tiferet and Evelyn and gives them a sign to watch out with a finger next to her eyes, preferably when Nadya is looking elsewhere.

If she by any means can without drawing too much attention she casts Detect Magic.

It feels wrong to suspect Nadya, who has been so helpful and shown the hospitality to invite them to her home. But Nathara is walking on unfamiliar grounds cannot ignore a warning.

Nathara follows inside afterwards and there is a subtle change to her stance - graceful and smooth as ever, but someone who knows her might realize she is expecting to draw her sword and fight at every moment.

Nathara notices her sister's dark mood and steps a little closer to her, but this not seem like an opportune moment to talk.

The tiefling smiles beneath her masks as she sees the two boys. So that was probably the reason why Nadya seemed to be in relatively good shape, she just had to pull it together for her sons. And they are quite lively.

She is a bit unsure of whether it is a good idea to take her mask off, for her appearance might scare them. But she performs a playful curtsey. "May the Daw... a good day to you, young lords." she says and a bit of the cheery attitude of the brothers reflects in her voice and eyes.

Nathara nods in relief. Every other second she makes sure her "disguise" is well situated and she looks haunted between the villagers, sticking close to Morgraine and Tiferet. She can barely resist the temptation to put her hands on the hilt of the sword. Instead she clutches her hands to fists, so that the claws are less conspicuous.

"Someone's home in which we are actually welcome is going to be a rare gift in the near future and we should cherish it." The thought what Nadya lost crosses Nathara's mind again and her expression gets a bit darker again, but she set s to leave for Nadya's place.

Nathara nods to Mierul as she departs and watches her leave with mixed feelings but is glad to notice Vosi re-appear. She nods as Morgraine asks him about Mierul but does not add an own question at this point.

"I have a feeling it would be better for us to stay in motion and not linger too long..." she remarks to Morgraine and Tiferet, keeping her voice low. "Let's hope Mierul did not learn all too much, but if she did it's better to not be predictable. We need to discuss our next goal somehwere safe..."

I think it's a +1 Arrow-Catching Light Wooden Shield.

And they are using it to cheat at the shooting range?

Alright... shopping list.

From her own inventory list Nathara can only sell her original longsword, as painful as that is, since it was her very "own" longsword.

I do have an alchemist's fire on my inventory list of which I am not sure whether it should really be there...

However, we are at a point in the game where it starts to become highly advisable to have magic arms and armour and things like that. I doubt we get much here, but who knows, maybe a handful of items are for sale. I would have gone straight to the shop with Nathara, but she is not the best in appraising or negotiating.

Nathara hesitates for a moment, tries to read the motion of the people of this village for anything unusual and to find any unusual patterns on what's going on. Anything that would explain this strange similarity.

She sticks close to Morgraine, since that seems to be implied in her role. She makes sure that the hood and the mask do not make the traces of fiendish appearance all too obvious.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 17

"We should probably see to make some money out of the equipment we don't need... I still carry an extra sword around and we have picked up quite a few things." She remarks.

"This village may just be a village, despite its curious properties." She does not sound particularly convinced. She notices Tiferet's conversation with Nadya but does not wish to interfere, because she does not wish to bother Nadya more than necessary and Tiferet certainly got a better hand for it. Still, she tries to catch a look from Tiferet every now and then.

In the meantime Nathara goes through there inventory and sees what they can sell.

I am gonna post something within the next 7 hours.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 15 A simple village. Unfortunately they won't be able to replace all their valuables and superfluous equipment with actually meaningful equipment in a nest like this.

"You're right... those small villages are all the same. Even though I think each a particular ch...." Nathara halts there as she begins to grasp what Eirikr means. Her feelings are mixed. So even all this ice there is some life and some joy.

It's almost a trained reflex that she casts a Detect Magic spell as she believes her mundane eyes fool her.

She steps closer to Tiferet and tries to encourage the others with more or less subtle hand signs to come closer as well. "So... what does that mean? That Heldren was a mock city modelled after this one... but the people there seemed to be pretty real to me." She speaks elven but tries Sylvan and then Gnome when she notices that Eirikr doesn't understand.

"I am... curious what we might find in the temple, though, how far the reflection goes." Nathara does not sound particularly excited though, rather unsettled.

Nathara is marching close to caravan as she hears Inire's voice. She looks over her shoulder and pushes the hood a bit to the side in oder to see the graceful half-human. "It was indeed an interesting remark and I agree, she's quite an intriguing character." She puts her whispered elven words carefully and and makes sure that her mouth cover is well placed as she whispers. "In the stories the bards are often the spy's and she certainly took notice of us. We are quite a colourful troup ourselves."

A sly grind runs across the tiefling's face. "I do like her singing." She did not really want to talk about the rider, that she did not give a direct answer; everything might be risky.

She has carried her bow often in enough in the past few days, if she does that too often she will only damage the bow and the string needlessly. She keeps a hand close to the hilt of her sword, but she does not want to unsettle the traders by pulling.

Nathara does not sleep well this night. All the responisbility, the new impression, the difficulty to tell friend and foe apart make her restless. Being crowded with so many strangers, most of the humans and not a single one elf, is not helping either.

In the morning she excuses herself, takes her time to clean herself in the snow and tries to enjoy the clarity of the cold and the clear winter air, like Tiferet always does. Even though Vosi is welcome she cherishes the moment of solitude otherwise. She studies her spell book only briefly, replacing two of the cantrips she has prepared, but leaving the spells in the back of her mind as they are. Whether or not she will find a proper use for a silent image remains to be seen, but between all this deception it cannot hurt.

Finally, she tries a few dancing steps in her little island in the snow. Not sword dances and martial variations, but lyrical ones, dances which belong to characters from romantic epics she likes to enjoy.

She does look a little brighter than the night before when she comes back on the camp and bids everyone a good morning, focusing on Lily, tending her and making sure that the equipment is well arranged on her back. She looks around to see whether Mierul is still around as they depart.

Nathara continues to listen and is still quite intrigued by the newcomer, but does not dare to say anything anymore. If that woman is a spy of Elvanna, a single wrong word may be their downfall. She might be not... but there is certainly something to her.

Bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

"That's... odd. But maybe the time has not yet fully come. Is there a particular day at which the new queen is supposed to be instated?"

She hushed back, trying to sound flabbergasted. Nathara just hated lying, and she was surprised this one came over her lips relatively smoothly. She even managed to suppress the urge to look at Morgraine in order to find out whether that was plausible.

"Erm, forgive my interference, milady."

Knowledge (The Planes): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Nathara squirms around and listens to the conversation, but doesn't dare to engage in it.

Nathara was torn by the Mierul's appearance. There was was myriad of questions she'd like to ask, particularly regarding her fiendish side, have a few words in Infernal or Abyssal with her, depending on her origin, but she could hardly ask them without giving away too much. Also, Mierul might take offence in them.

The notion of obligations made Nathara twitch.

Nathara keeps her armour on for now, but put off everything she did not absolutely need for now, so that she would be able to dance, should there be more music.

I am not sure whether Nathara heard Inire's notion, so, knowing that Mierul is half-fey, half-fiend, Nathara would guess she descents from a satyr and a succubus (even though she's female, her features are similar to that of a satyr, imho and even though Nathara does not have Knowledge (Nature), given that she speaks Sylvan she probably has an idea what a Satyr is). Can I roll Knowledge (The Planes) on that?

Nathara puts her sword away and claps, but the woman's song makes her feel colder than she already is and thus she doesn't dance. Nathara slowly comes to the conclusion that deception and masquerade is a pretty annoying business.

"Yes, let's get back into cover."

So they had to lie all the way through the night? That would become seriously painful. Especially considering how outstandingly charming Mierul is.

Upon that notion a shiver that has nothing to do with the cold. Kindred in a way. But half-fiend and tiefling is not the same; half-fiends are... Nathara takes off her hood and mask to let the other one see that she's a tiefling.

I edited the notion away. I feel like putting my hood on and off about 90% of what I am doing by now. :D
Nathara does analize her arcane aura. Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

As soon as the call came Nathara had pulled her hood and mask over again and went out with the others. She holds her longsword firm in her hand and only lowers it a little as the call comes.

The looks of the creature confuse Nathara. She is inclined to believe that it's another fey, trying to trick them, but she can't be sure. And as a tiefling Nathara knows what it's like to be shunned for what people think they know about you when they merely see you. "Does anyone know what she is?" she whispers.

Loudly she calls: "Be greeted traveller. That is not for me to decide, but, please, come closer and tell us your name. I am..." well maybe she shouldn't be using her real name. "Nathara." Too late.

In elven she whispers the invocation of detect magic and places two additional orbs of light left and right.

"I hope you'll forgive my inquisitiveness, but from your appearance I'd say your kind is adapt to what would be deadly cold to us, why do you seek the warmth of..." She interrupted herself.

Nathara nods. Maybe it's for the best to leave her in peace for now, and only make sure that someone she trusts is there for her to lean on. She lets go of Nadya and takes a step back.

"Could... how about we hide in a cart... and you go there saying you want to pay your tribute to buy your daughter free as you intended to... do you think you'd be able to act like you did not know?"

Now Nathara does carefully touch her arm, trying to give her comfort.

Sorry, I misread a previous comment and understood that Lady Nazhena was not a witch, which got me confused.

"Then... we need to lure her out of her tower and end her. And that very soon, for she might do it again..."

Nathara still feels terribly awkward. This woman just learned that she lost a child and all Nathara has to offer is instant violence.

Nathara opens her mouth... and closes it again. She just doesn't know what to say to this. She looks down at her hands, the claws with which she fought the doll. How many souls do the witches have in their lockers, given willingly as the fey or unwillingly as the robbed children?

Finally she steps a little closer. "We cannot save your daughter. We can't even prevent the witch from doing it ever again, because we don't know how to get to her. But I send the witch a promise that she shall burn. And so she shall. I... I know that doesn't help... but we must stop them from doing this."

Nathara feels even more helpless than before she spoke up now. To promise to stop a creature is easy, but is much harder and it requires at least a plan. "Do you know the witch's name?" She reaches out with her hand a little but doesn't quite dare to touch her.

Since Nathara does not have any idea how to properly care for Lily she asks the caravan members to have her sheltered along with the beasts that pull their carts. She tends her needs and makes sure that everything is alright, not afraid to ask the caravan members for help on occasion.

That done she starts helping to set up their own camp, not quite as quickly as the travellers. When finally the moment has come where her mask is no longer viable (and has probably been seen through, anyway) she seeks the proximity of her comrades and takes the hood and the mask silently off. She does try to make the horns not to obvious, but it is difficult.

Just to make sure: Vosi is still somewhere around, isn't he?

I was actually considering to address Tiferet in a different language, but I couldn't remember which language would be suited. *sigh* Of course it would have been elven. I know that Tiferet speaks elven. I suppose that would just have been too obvious.

Nathara feels a bit uncomfortable with the situation. This isn't some kind of trick, is it? She looks around to see whether all of her friends are alright and able to deal with the cold. Vosi hasn't show himself since they encountered Nadya's group. She also looks for Lily, who certainly has her own trouble with the snow and the cold.

Silently she prays to the Sarenrae: Beautiful Dawnflower, help me maintain faith in your light, for a fear the winter slowly creeping into my heart. Without much thinking about it the elf-tiefling and a few whispered elven words the elf-tiefling casts Detect Magic to see whether the storm has any local source out of the ordinary - well, whatever may be considered ordinary in Irrisen.

Her steps become lighter as she casts the gloomy thoughts down. I am a dancer, and neither winter nor darkness can from dancing and believing in beauty. That was rather a nod to Shelyn than to Sarenrae, of course. She smirked behind her mask.

Nathara steps by Tiferet's side and keeps her voice low as she speaks. Every now and then her eyes traverse the snowy landscape. "She is right, I believe. I may be a fool, but I believe she's a good woman and we cannot fight this fight alone. Actually, her reaction gives me hope. Only if people are willing to stand up against evil, not by coercion, but the strength of their hearts, we can overcome it."

That is what Nathara fears as well. The portals may give those traders the idea that this was a trade opportunity, which it of course is, but they had to get rid of those portals soon...

She shook her head. Those strangers had been kind to them. There was no need to doubt their integrity. Nathara focused on the environment again and moved on, her bow ready.

Oh, I was under the impression that there is indeed nothing we can do about the portal and I didn't want to delay the game over this. It was not my intention to cut anyone off.

I might engage in the conversation at some later point; last night I had trouble with accessing paizo.com which is why I posted so little and I am at work at the moment.

Back up on the hill
"I am not sure" she replies to Tiferet's remark regarding the gate. "Not quite... coterminus... more like entangled? I don't know." It frustrates her, but she has no idea what to do about it.

With the company
Nathara catches up quickly and assumes position to guard one of the flanks. The hood drives her insane since her ears cannot move as freely as she is used to - all elves can move their ears slightly to better locate a sound. She listens to the conversations and closes up to her friends every now and then to feel their presence, but primarily focuses on the environment.

Up on the hill with Inire and Tiferet:

"I am not so sure about this... we're messing with magic far beyond my understanding. But we can try. If we survive this and there is no telling what happens should the portal collapse uncontroled I suggest we get the hell out of here, because someone will come look for it. My guess however, given the way we passed ourself, is that we won't be able to fixate anything in a half transported state..."

Even so she helps collecting a sufficient amount of trunks, branches and so forth to stuff the portal with it.

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
Nathara tries to figure out whether there is a way to block the portal.

Nathara does try to not make it to obvious, but she uses her claws for help as she climbs the steep hill. She casts detect magic after trying to examine it more closely with her mundane sight. First she shields her eyes and only blinks carefully into the blinding pyre of magical power.

Then she exhales sharply in frustration. "The magic of the portal is not anchored in this place. It is projected. This is... unexpected."

She never heard of anything like that before. The degree of control to even consider anything like this was beyond her imagination. "Short of trying to build a primitive rock frame around it I have no idea what to do about it. The stream that supports the portal cannot be easily interrupted."

Nathara looks around for Vosi to see whether he's alright - she isn't sure whether the Ulfen... traders or hunters have noticed him yet.

"You seemed to be able to defend yourself pretty well, however. You travel this realm? Or do you belong to that village?" She asks, again in common as she sets in motion. It was shockingly cold at first but her body seems to adapt to it and along with the furs and her "natural" immunity it appears like this would not become a problem for her.

"There is something we need to finish first, however. Something really important." She says as she remembers that they promised to close the portal. There is no need for more beasts to stumble through it. Let alone for the winter itself or the creatures of evil that reside within it.

Even though she realizes it can't be seen Nathara smiles behind her mask. "Nathara Darkblade, pleased to meet you." she answers in skald with a remarkably elegant curtsey considering the amount of equipment she carries.

"It appears we are both fortunate to have met each other in this case." She speaks with a thick accent but her attitude is friendly.

Nathara is a little surprised that it all was over so quickly. "Show off." she whispers to Eirikr with a wink after he impales the giant mantis. She, too, cleans the insect secretions of her blade with snow, dries it and puts it back into its sheath... whatever sheath is currently not in use amongst her weapons.

She only recently learned Skald and has trouble following him when he addresses the strange woman. She seems pretty nice but Nathara rather makes sure her mask covers her face properly stay behind Tiferet's side.

The flora and fauna out here in Irrisen surprises her. How can anything survive in such an enternal winter? Plants should not be able to grow under the constant snow, and everything in the ecosystem depends on it, mediately or immediately. Giant insects are even more strange...

Nathara is so thunderstruck by the noise she creates, that she not only looses her outer but also her inner balance. When Inire is hurt however, a blaze of fury runs through her. Calling upon that power they'd inherited and that in the most spectuacular way.

Without a further sound, with the grace of a dancer, she lets her thighs thrust her into the air, higher than she over did before. Like a vengeance from the sky she thrusts her sword at the insect.

Aerial Assault - I am sorry, it's not the wisest choice, but I just have to. :)
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

That's 10 feet + another 10 feet base, for 2d6 fall damage.
Attack Bonus: 2 base + 3 strength + 1 masterwork + 2 charge + 2 flanking
Attack Roll: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (8) + 3 + (3, 5) = 19

Wait... I looked at the table for the long jump. So that's actually just three feet. I thought that was to easy. So strike the second d6, please. :/ ... Erm, but add two to the damage, because she's leading her sword two handed and it's sharpened as well.

Alright, shall we move on? :)

Well, I haven't explicitly mentioned it, but Nathara was trying to get close rather than casting a spell.