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Nelossë looks where Droguk is pointing, then moves backward and calls on Shelyn to bless her weapon with fire.
Nelossë will trudge through the snow, reaching out to grant a boon to Kobad as he comes into view. Featherfoot will continue to try and pound the small flying thing into the snow.
Nelossë, hearing a lack of roaring from in front of her, moves back toward the Sorcerer and prepares to attack any foe within range.
Nelossë calls on a ward of protection for herself, then moves to where she'll be able to strike the massive form near Droguk and Thrymr.
Nelossë moves to shield the sorcerer with her body, then reaches back and imparts a handful of good fortune to him. She then resettles her hands on her glaive, waiting for an opportunity to attack.
Unable to hear what's happening, Nelossë calls on the power of Shelyn to defend her friends.
Nelossë doesn't bother to call out, just forges forward toward the cleared area, making sure that Featherfoot can follow behind and keeping an eye on the others.
"We should be prepared to meet Izoze, if this wasn't it," says Nelossë, as she makes sure everything is packed away and ready to continue. "We should keep moving. The longer this cold lasts, the worse it is for the people here."
As the creature comes near and tries to attack, she swings back, her blade whistling through the air making up the creature.
Bringing to mind one of her more interesting spells, Nelossë murmurs words of power before calling to the creature, "Come to me. Fight a foe who seeks to destroy your kind. Protect your own."
Nelossë moves forward and prepares to attack the creature if it comes near again.
Nelossë will draw her glaive as she moves toward the bat-thing. "Why do you attack us? What harm have we done to you?"
And more HP for all!
After saying her prayers in the morning, Nelossë will call on the healing powers of Shelyn to bless the group before they move on.
Spells Prepped: 1st-compel hostility, shield, sun metal
0-detect magic, enhanced diplomacy, guidance
"Agreed. Go back to sleep, my friends. I'll maintain the watch."
Nelossë calls on Shelyn to restore her, then moves to follow the weasel.
"A little help here!" Nelossë calls out as she slashes again at the weasel's flank.
Nelossë slices with her glaive again, but misses its hind legs as the front end aims a chomp at her.
Nelossë swings her glaive down on the giant weasel as it charges toward her.
Nelossë draws her glaive and takes a step toward the creature, shouting as she does so. "Awake, my friends! The Giant Weasel is here!"
Nelossë smiles at the sight, then continues on with the others. When they make camp for the evening, she'll offer to take the mid watch since her night-sight is fairly good.
Crouching next to the fire, slowly feeding it the broken pieces of the gemstone and the mirror-eye, Nelossë will smile grimly. "They can only run so far. This snow can't go on forever, and many of these obstacles need to be removed to help preserve the land."
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After verifying that Droguk is okay, Nelossë will speak to him and the rest of the group. "It is likely that the soul that powered that doll is contained within this gem. We should destroy it. For preference, I'd destroy the hut as well, and any other signs we can find of the Irriseni witches. The craftsmanship may be good, but this false winter will kill the people of this land."
"The witches need not be in the huts for them to be effective. The huts themselves are guardians of the borders of Irrisen, and they are controlled by these dolls. The witches can see through the eyes of the dolls, it is said. Perhaps through this," she says, holding up the mirror. "I believe the gem to be the child that we saw before. It feels the same. So sad."
Nelossë moves in closer, slashing at the doll as she goes.
Nelossë calls on Shelyn's grace to protect herself and her allies.
Turning her body, Nelossë brings the glaive back around perpendicular to her previous cut, slashing across the doll's neck. "Nice or not, you will work none of your foul spells here!"
GM:
"The Ulfen is right. It's one of the witch huts of Irrisen. I recognize it from my youth. And I believe that doll is the source of the child's, Thora's, ghost. It is the guardian of the hut, and it is a source of great danger to us. It must be destroyed!" If nobody stops her: Nelossë moves forward and brings her blade whistling down on the small doll with the mismatched eyes.
Nelossë moves slowly toward the hut, trying to pick out more details as she does so and scouring her memories of times long past. "It can't be. Not here," she whispers. Dice:
"That you did. And I believe she was a spirit, after a fashion; one composed of sorrow and suffering. That kind of anguish can bind itself to a place, and form a sort of manifestation called a haunt. In this case, the manifestation was the wind storm and the visions in the ice, and the little girl. But I think we should continue on to investigate that hut. I have a bad feeling about what we might find there."
As the wind rises and buffets her, Nelossë puts one hand to her eyes and tries to make out as much as she can of the images in the ice so she can commit them to memory. "Thora, we just want to help you!"
Nelossë calls out to the others. "Stay back. The girl is gone, and something's happening. Some kind of localized ghost or haunt!" She'll draw her glaive, but stand stationary to wait and see what happens.
Nelossë stops for a moment. "The child, whatever she may be, is frightened. It may be that she has information that we may learn to help us going forward. I'll be careful. Trust me on this one."
Nelossë follows behind the ghostly child slowly. "Where is your mother, Thora? We want to return you to her."
Nelossë follows the little girl slowly, murmuring a prayer. "It's alright, dear. We can take you where it's warm, and we can help you find your mother."
Nelossë moves slowly toward the girl. "Who are you, little one? What is your name? Where are you from?"
As she moves past Droguk, Nelossë speaks softly. "Look closely. The child had no snow on her at all, and left no prints as she passed. I don't know that she is truly here at all." As Nelossë tries to puzzle out the nature of the child, she moves closer and tries talking to her. "Do not be frightened, my child. We wish to help you."
Flex Time:
"I will take full responsibility for them, and for their actions after they grow. And, if need be, I will take responsibility for bringing them down should your fears prove correct." Nelossë takes the seeds and puts them in her pouch. Nelossë considers the chunks of ice. "Is this some kind of natural formation? A defensive structure? It resembles nothing I've seen before." She takes a few steps ahead of the group so she can get a better look at the formation and perhaps divine its purpose.
Flex Time:
"Is a child to be held guilty for the sins of the parents? Yes, I do not deny that frost firs are, in the vast majority, evil. You would know better than I. But it is possible that, given the correct circumstances of raising, they can be taught to be something other than evil. I'm proposing that I take the seeds from this place, and hold onto them until such time as I can plant them and raise them in a temple to be good. I'm not proposing to raise them here and now, but there and then." Nelossë gestures. "Perhaps it may be worthwhile to investigate the structure yonder."
Flex Time: "I do not like the idea of killing the young, the innocent. Perhaps they can be brought up to overcome their baser nature. Can the seeds survive travel?"
"Possibly several creatures, Droguk. At least one very large beast, at any rate, although I can't identify what kind. Perhaps Cyrus may know." Seeds Flex Time: To Cyrus: "Your thoughts on what they might be?"
Nelossë stoops to examine the tracks.
I might motion to have Nelossë nearer to one or the other end, just due to her Perception mod, but I'm not married to the idea.
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