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Stian sits down, crosslegged, on the floor to get to eye level with the small fey. "Your help is most appreciated. Can you give us a general layout of the Pale Tower? How many guards are there? Is it possible to catch her alone? Is it possible to enter the tower unnoticed?" He asks, the questions in his head piling up on themselves.
Stian nods grimly, agreeing with Zadok. "Aye, I see no other way around it." Turing to Nadya, he says. "Any information, no matter how slight, will be much appreciated."
As the guards enter and speak to the innkeep, Stian picks up and finishes his mug of water, watching the men over the rim of his cup. Setting it down, he wipes his mouth on the back if his sleeve. "Aye, just travelers seeking shelter from the storm ealier." Glancing out the door, he begins gathering his belongings. "Looks like the storm's passed. We should best be on our way." He says as he pushes his chair back and stands.
Stian levels a steely glare at the innkeeper. "You are making the gravest of mistakes....friend. What is your plan? Put a bolt in one of us? What will you do after you fire that single, small bolt? Do trust your ability to reload fast enough be you are set upon by us? Can you reload before a spell is uttered?....an arrow is fired?....a blade is drawn? No...I think you aren't that fast. I think you have made an ill-concieved decision." Stian puts his hands flat on the table. "Mistakes are made...friend. My companions understand mistakes are made, so we will give you something most people don't get....a chance to rethink your decision and pursue another course of action." Looking pointedly at each of his companions to emphasize the odds stacked against the man, Stian asks. "Well, what'll it be....innkeep?"
Stian holds up a hand and declines any beverage other than water. "Body ia a temple, you know...."
He feels like he should be noticing something, but can't quite place it.
Stian furrows his brow in confusion. "I cannot speak for my companions, but I have no interest in becoming an innkeeper. I prefer the wide wilderness." He responds to Emil.
Stian frowns at his mistake and moves back to wipe his feet, then says quietly. "Not a brownie, a domovoi. You household is very fortunate." He says, trying to compliment the fey. Nodding, he pulls his furs around him and readies to head back out.
Stian does his best to ignore the stares and pointing as they pass into the village. Once inside Nadya's cabin, he relaxes a little. Stian's sharp eyes notice the same thing as Virgil and he nods in agreement.
"A brownie, I think." Stian whispers.
Stian frowns, then glances at Nadya. "She has regained her sight. Perhaps simple healing with return your vision."
Stian swings at nothing, but air as the swarm moves away. Running after the swarm, he attack again!
Becoming more angry than distracted, Stian uses his club to bat away the birds.
Stian manges to get an arm up over his eyes, but is distracted by all the black, flapping wings and pecking beaks. Dropping his bow, he draws a club.
Stian points to the sky. "Crows!"
Frowning he draws his bow and fires a shot at the flock.
Stian tries to give the woman an consoling look, but it appears to be more like he's trying to keep from passing gas.
Stian clears his throat and looks away as Zadok informs the woman of her daughter's fate.
Stian tries to bolster himself and his companions against the storm.
Stian steps closer and continues firing arrows at the creature.
He finds himself watching the woman with admiration as she attacks the creature.
Stian has no idea what the creature is, as he steps south, drawing his bow, and firing an arrow.
Stian's gaze takes in the village, then moves to the horizon. Pointing he says. "A snowstorm is coming...though it is moving unnaturally fast. We need to get to the village to take shelter, fast!"
Stian's perception bumped to +7 (+8 for traps), his Init stayed the same. Stian also took Favored Terrain, Cold.
Sorry about that. I could have sworn I posted a response. Stian will go Trickster or Guardian.
A war of emotions plays across Stian's face as he listens and considers all the Rider says. As each of his companions agree, Stian Frowns, but nods his head. Finally, heaving a great sigh, Stian nods. "Aye, I'll take it up. I don't thing there is anyone else you could look to for this, and if we don't, our lives will be forfeit eventually." Stian glances at his companions, giving a slight nod and smile.
Stian nods solemnly to the newcomer. "I am called Stian. Stian Ovesen. How is it that we are your only hope? What are you talking about." Glancing at his companions, he raises his eyebrows. "So....We lost the fey, then?"
Stian takes a deep breath, the exhales slowly as he aims, and fires two more arrows at the troll.
Stian fires two more cold iron arrows at the troll.
Stian fires two more arrows at the troll.
Stian keeps firing arrows at the troll.
Stian's eyes widen as the troll closes. "Could use a little help over here!" He calls over his shoulder, then fires two arrows at the troll.
Stian looks at the creature in barely concealed awe. "A moss troll! Bigger than any I've heard off, it has almost mythic proportions!" Stian stammers.
Seeing the fey creature, Stian sets his jaw, wades through the snow five feet, and fires an arrow at the creature.
No problem! Understand completely.
Stian nods in thanks to Zadok, but is clearly preoccupied. Searching the ground, he looks for the weasel's trail. "We should track it and finish it. Its pelt would a lot of gold."
Stina grips his spear and stabs at the weasel.
Stian barely has time to duck as the weasel charges him. He screams, stating the obvious in his surprise. Cursing the deep snow and unable to maneuver to a spot to fire his bow, Stian grabs his spear and readies to stab at the beast.
Stian takes his axe, looks for a rock, and tries hammering the backside of the axehead on the gem. When Zadok asks for help, Stian comes over and studies the area.
Nodding, Stian puts the gem on the ground and tries to crush it under his boot heel.
Stian thinks for a moment. "Twas, but a little girl and she did us no harm. If destroying the gem will release her, I think we should." Stian says, reflecting, then adds with a bit of melancholy. "Reminded me of me little sister...."
Stian moves up and kicks at the remains of the doll. Reaching down, he picks something up and peers at it. Holding it out to the others, he grasps a blue sapphire between his thumb and forefinger. "Is this what we're looking for?"
Stian keeps firing arrows, taking a better aim this time.
Stian fires two more arrows at the doll.
Stian steps south and quickly fires two arrows at the doll.
After recovering his emotions, and his dignity, Stian returns to his companions. "I have never felt like that before, unnerving...." Nodding, Stian says. "It sounds like we should seek out this hut."
Seconded and understand completely.
Stian feels a cold sweat well up from his flesh, then suddenly turns and flees.
Stian glances at Thorgull and Zadok. "Do we follow her?"
Stian moves over and examine the corpse, then shakes his head sadly. "This is Dryden Kepp. He is...was one best woodsman in the region." Pacing the immediate area, Stian says. "Last time Dryden came to town, he claimed to have seen a giant white weasel, though no one really believed him. Based on these tracks and his wounds, I'd say he was telling the truth and found it. Looks like it got the better of him."
Stian follows moves over to see into the trapdoor, bow ready.
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