"Agreed. If we stay, they may try to do something... more..."
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On her turn, Ryksa will turn to the orb in 14-O, raising a hand at it. "That was not funny!"
But the surprise of the attack has her shaken and she misses mark.
Ryksa's eyes widen as the spray shoots for her. Thankfully it looks like she avoided most of, if not all of, the effects. "Nasty little vermin!"
Ryksa looks about, trying to get a bearing of what is going on...
Like Sciath, Ryksa casts detect magic. "What is going on here? She approaches the nearest one to examine the leather and feathers.
Nice! Been a long time since I've been to a con. Have fun!
Ryksa nods at Ulfgard. "I'm more than happy to take second watch, but I agree that Ulfgard take the last watch. His dwarf eyes are better suited to it than ours could hope to be."
Ryksa looks to her comrades... No, her friends. "Thank you." She smiles and turns to Grandma Mable. "If there is anything I can do to help with that, please just ask. And I... Well, thank you all again." She sits down, loving the smell of the cooking meat. But afraid it may draw unwanted attention, she keeps looking around at the tree line hoping nothing pops out...
But the cooking keeps her attention!
Ryksa looks to Sciath. "It's... It is only native to Irrisen. It can't be found anywhere else. If it's here, then that means a White Witch is near. How else do you explain the winter? This beast?" She looks away from the people she's certain are now going to abandon her. "They've come for me and Halina, and we've put you and the town in danger. I'm sorry..."
Ryksa freezes in her spot, looking over to Salvia. "It's... Been a while since anyone has called me that. But you hit the nail on the head, so to speak." She looks to the ground. Where everyone else have their feet in the actual snow, hers are only barely sole deep. "Me and Halina are from Irrisen. We ran away because they are so cruel there. They beat you for minor things, then whip you, then... Well, Halina and I couldn't bear it any more. We fled." A tear rolls down her cheek. "Please, we never hurt anyone. All we wanted was a quiet life. We fled until we thought we were far away from the White Witches, that they would never find us. But I guess that was..."
"That... That thing is from... Irrisen. Arctic Tatzlewyrm. Oh no, they must have come for me and Halina. Halina! WE have to end this quickly, or Halina is in danger. All of town will be in danger." She's still shaking, though it's obvious it has nothing to do with the cold.
Ryksa's eyes widen, and she falls on her rear as she backs away from the thing. "No, no! It can't..." She rises and dives behind Ulfgard. "Why is it here? Why?!"
Ryksa, nearly out of it from the sheer pain she just suffered, looks to everyone. "Well, that was not very pleasant. Now, what was..."
Ryksa nods at Grandma Mable. "Yes, let's move on. Sooner we deal with this the sooner we all can head home, right?"
I suggest we keep the rope plus the flint & tinder. Everything else can be left behind. The rope will come in handy, since we can hold onto it. Basically in white out conditions, you want to know your all together. Flint and tinder helps make fire, another necessity in cold climates. Especially since I can't use fire spells. At all.
Ryksa eyes the dagger as well, then smiles at Grandma Mable. "A lovely dagger indeed! And I can think of no one better suited for it than you Grandma Mable."
I don't mind n_n
Approaching the chest, Ryksa kneels near it. Sighing, knowing this would probably give her away as a caster, she begins to cant Detect Magic on it. "Let's see if you hold any nasty secrets..." She meditates on it for about half a minute
Ryksa travels with her companions, and as Salvia works, she keeps scanning around. Then as she finishes she coughs a little. "Salvia, before you open it, may I take a look? I don't doubt your ability, just want to check something first."
Ryksa looks to Grandma Mable. "I think a collective 'pot' is well and fine. Though we should be fine. After all, we're just trying to save this noble and make sure this coldness isn't spreading, right?" She looks back towards where she believes the town is, and by extension her sister. Approaching Ragnarok, she nods at him. "We follow them. We aren't too far from town. If things turn... Well, we can always flee back and raise the militia, right?" Her hand goes to her belt where Lini has popped her head out of the pouch now. "And I think Lini here also wants to continue on." She pulls a small dry cracker out of another pocket, cracking a small piece off and letting Lini nibble on it.
[sarcasm]I refuse to reroll. My character is a precious beautiful snowflake who is perfect![/sarcasm. Yeah, I can reroll. It'll suck if it happens, but hey, it won't be a first for me. n_n
Turning to the one 'east' of her, she once more mutters a curse upon her foe. She looks to Ragnarok. "Ragnarok! Get it, please!"
On Ryksa's turn, still realizing that her proper magic may not take hold on these undead, she instead begins talking in magic once more at the last of the undead next to Salvia. As a cruel look crosses her eye, the creature begins to become ever so slightly more clumsy.
Ryksa mumbles under her breath, and her left eye grows wide. "You shouldn't hurt my friends!"
Taken aback by the sudden appearance of the Halflings, Ryksa panics. Time and time, she'd been more or less able to 'hide' her magic, but panicking, her hand quickly rises and arcane utterances burst forth. "Frigidus te!" From her raised hand, something light blue burst forth towards the closest undead.
Ah, yes, cold resist/immunity. Well, I plan on going the way of the Winter Witch prestige class to reduce/negate those!
Ryksa looks to the group, a worried face seen plainly on her face. "I have a few tricks I've picked up over the years similar to Sciath here. He's right, but there is more. Cold. Magical cold. I suggest we... I don't know. But be prepared. Stay alert." She looks towards the village. Stay safe sister...
Playing a good witch in a Reign of Winter game (this is her). Playing her like Elsa from Frozen, sans the general fear of people finding her powers out (more fearful of actual winter witches finding her or her sister). While combat has yet to be engaged, I plan on building her as a party buffer/enemy debuffer, with a few utilities thrown in. Not a damage dealer, in any event.
Ryksa watches Ragnarok keenly. That's the local animal whisperer for you. I'll have to ask his help later when me and Halina start getting a larger number of lemmings... As she watches him, she keeps scanning the horizon. Words of arcane power slowly slip past her lips, hoping no one notices them as she casts detect magic.
Ryksa looks around, trying to spot any possible foes, as well as trying to wrap her mind around what Ragnarok is saying.
Hope everyone has a fun, safe and nice Easter!
"If he's a friend of yours, Ragnarok, then he's a friend to me and Lina here as well." She pats the little belt pouch that holds her little friend. "Hopefully we can sort this and give you two time to catch up, yes?" Turning to the party, she smiles and points towards the zone of winter, her pale skin and white fur winter coat making her almost begin to blend into the snow. "I don't know about you all, but the sooner in, the sooner out is my thought." And with that, she turns, muttering a little arcane phrase and begins to trudge in, almost not slowing in the snow as her Frostfoot Hex takes hold on her feet.
Ryksa shrugs and turns to Ragnarok. "Didn't you know that man? Didhe say where? If not, we could see him before we go. Better to narrow the area down lest we walk circles..."
Ryksa steps forward, having purchased a winter blanket, 50 ft. hemp rope and some black eye makeup (which really shows on her pale skin. She also has a nice walking staff in hand. She looks over her comrades, giving them a smile. "Sorry, had to make sure I was ready..."
@Halina: Ryksa touches Halina's shoulder softly. "I understand, Halina. If this were just something like a rogue monster, I'd let the militia handle this. But if winter is coming to this wonderful town, then those going will need someone who understands these magics. I'll be back before you know it, and we'll do well with the lemmings, you'll see." She rises, tears on her face as well. "I'll be back, I promise." She turns and goes to her chest, pulling out that thick clothing she had hoped she wouldn't have to see for months to come. Slipping it on and then putting on her protective skirting (armored kilt), she goes to the cage, retrieving Lina.
As she nears the door, she looks back at her sister, who is sobbing now. "I'll see you soon, Halina. Love ya..." And with one last sob, she leaves her home, hoping to return soon...
@Halina: Ryksa smiles softly at her twin, even as the thought of what was about to occur crosses her mind. "I'm afraid that I have some... Bad news..." Ryksa grabs a chair and pulls it towards her sister, sitting down in it slowly. Sighing, she glances up at her. "Something is going on in the woods. Ice and snow even in this heat. Now hopefully it's just some damn-fool mage sneezed while trying to cool their ale, but I... I think it has to do with Irrisen. And I, Granny Mable and Ragnarok and hopefully a few others are gonna check it out. Shouldn't be too much, I hope, but... Well, we need to protect our new home, our neighbors and such..."
Halina & Ryksa: As she walks towards the small home, Ryksa feels the pit of her stomach begin to give. She wants to protect her neighbors, but first and foremost she wants to protect her sister. They'd done so well since they ran from Irrisen those two years ago.
She opens the door to see Halina in her corner near a window, a thin book in hand. A glance to the side reveals the small cage with a few lemmings in it. A good start for a good life... She turns to Halina, approaching her and putting a hand on her shoulder. "Halina, we need to talk."
Ryksa looks at Granny Mable and Ragnarok and smiles at them. "Thank you." Then, with a bit of an angry look on her face, she turns to look at the crowd. "The man accused and an old woman will be going with a lemming breeder to hopefully save your all's hides! Will no one else come?" She has a bit of an exasperated look about her. If her fears were true, then she may not come back but she needs to protect her new home. Halina... She looks over at Lady Teppen and frowns. "I'll be back in a moment. I... need to grab a few things and speak with my sister." She sighs and walks out of the tavern.
Fear is clearly crossing Ryksa's face. Talk of cold, winterlike conditions even at this time of year and then Ragnarok being singled out. "I'll go..." She barely says those words when the man comes crashing through the door. Seeing Ragnarok rush forward, she follows, though not sure how much help she'd be. |