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Tristan bends down and draws a cold iron dagger from his boot, then sidesteps to flank with Gaelin and strikes at the troll. attack w/ flank
Tristan charges forward alongside Gaelin, pivoting at the last moment to strike behind the creature's knee. Charging attack
Tristan turns away and avoids the worst of the blast (
Tristan will move in alongside Gaelin, either charging or moving to flank depending on the distance. Standard attack (including either charge or flank bonus) w/ Scorpion Strike (DC 14 Fortitude or speed reduced to 5 ft for 3 rounds)
"We would welcome your assistance and your knowledge. I am Tristan of Heldren, where I am the apothecary's assistant."
Tristan whispers back, "Firebats? Have you seen such a creature in your travels?" To Malden, he quietly says, "Other than the campfire invading Alikai's personal space, yes. Nothing to worry about."
Perception Tristan shivers and moves closer to the fire, the monotony and chill dulling his senses.
Tristan sets to work despite his inexperience... Survival untrained ...and surprises himself with the results.
Tristan circles the beast, hoping to find a weakness with Gaelin attacking from the other side. He strikes its neck, hoping to force it to release Ecaterina. Standard attack w/ flanking and Stunning Fist
Tristan will take up the rear, continuing to glance suspiciously at the surroundings and muttering to himself occasionally.
"We...are still going in the right direction, right?" Tristan responds to Gaelin, peering at the surroundings suspiciously. "It all looks the same to me in the snow...and who knows what trickery we may have been subjected to."
"Well at least that's dealt with." Tristan looks around for any sign of a path out of the clearing, starting with the direction the creepy doll fled in.
Tristan takes a last nervous look around the clearing, mutters to himself, "There's no way this ends well," and follows the others into the hut.
Perception Tristan concurs with Alikai. "Could be the doll, or the child...no way to tell without getting closer." He draws his cold iron dagger and slowly approaches the opening in the fence.
Tristan disregards the faces, dismissing them as yet another one of this witch's tricks. He does pay some heed to the girl's warning, however, and scans the surroundings for movement, particularly the direction of the hut.
Tristan turns to Ecaterina. "Does that name mean anything to you?"
Perception Tristan tries not to look too closely at the boulders as he nears them, one hand unconsciously rising to the necklace tucked beneath his shirt. "There is something unnatural to these boulders...I would beware letting your gaze linger on them for long," he warns the others.
Tristan continues his attack, focusing intently on the tree's movements. dagger attack
Tristan's eyes widen momentarily. "I don't think I'll be punching that." He draws his cold iron dagger and moves in to strike. dagger attack
"Hmm...perhaps the weasel is nearby?"
Tristan recognizes the man as well, and turns away offering a brief blessing for the dead. "May your path to Pharasma be straight as Erastil's aim." "We've come too far to turn back, I fear. By the sound of Laureth's journal, their is dark sorcery at work here, and none but us to stop it." He starts digging through snowdrifts in search of rocks for a cairn.
"Not that I have any great experience with the walking dead...but these skeletons did appear similar to those we encountered previously, at the lodge. Our foe appears to command the loyalty of quite a variety of subjects. Let's push onward."
Tristan moves in on one of the skeletons and lashes out with a precisely aimed kick near its knees.
"Hmm. It's a lot easier breaking bones than setting them." Tristan quips.
As the creature falls from the sky, Tristan's attention quickly turns to Gaelin. He hurries to the cliff's edge and peers over, calling out to the warrior. "Are you alright?"
Initiative Tristan hurries to the other side, retrieving a flask of alchemist's fire as he does so. He then takes careful aim at the harassing fey and flings the flask as hard as he can. Reflex
"I agree, we should push forward in hopes of resolving the situation before it spreads or worsens." He follows Chtonthoth, carefully leaving a healthy space between himself and the moose's hindquarters.
Tristan likewise speaks with Tessaria, letting her know that his assistance remains needed by the adventurers and not to worry if he is gone for some time. He packs up a few additional supplies before bidding her a grateful farewell.
Alikai grins at Tristan and speaks a few words that sound as if she's gargling porcupines. "It's a boring old town in and of itself, though you probably wouldn't call it a town. More like a collection of tribe camps which come and go through the year. Nothing like this place. And nothing like the witch's homeland, either, though they both be cold. We hear tales of Irrisen and its witches. But then, we have those who ride the great beasts of the tundra, the mammoths. That's quite a sight..." Her reminiscence threatens to spill over into the next day. Alikai gets the sense Tristan wouldn't particularly mind if it did. Despite his exotic appearance, it seems he has seen little of the world.
Tristan appears intrigued by Alikai's mention of her homeland. "Where do you hail from? I'm sure it must be more interesting than this boring old town."
A young man with snow-white hair and slightly pointed ears lingers near the back of the group. His appearance is otherwise unremarkable; he bears no armor or weapons, though his simple tunic is torn and stained with blood. He waits for the others to finish their introductions, then quietly introduces himself, "I am Tristan, the local physician's assistant. This winter is clearly unnatural and bears further investigation, that its source may be dealt with."
Perception from the bottom of the staircase on the long shot I roll well...
...nope.
Tristan nearly punches Sahsara in the face as he startles awake in the unfamiliar location, but quickly realizes what's going on. He silently rolls to his feet, fingering the cold iron charms about his neck for luck before following Sahsara. He waits at the bottom of the stairs, having no illusions regarding his capacity for stealth.
Tristan lets Jeydavu know to wake him for the second watch before settling in for a much-needed rest.
"Well. I hope not to be nearby when that happens."
Tristan enters the room after the others, just as Vrixx recoils from the bars of the cage. "A cold iron prison...a cruel mistreatment for one of your kind." Turning to the others, he says, "I am inclined to take his word. Particularly if he can explain what he meant by 'returning with the cold.'" Turning back to the creature, he continues, "Is there something you can tell us about this phenomenon?" As he speaks, he looks around for a way to open the cage.
Tristan assists in removing corpses from the lodge, keeping an eye out for any missed details in the process.
Tristan goes to check on the bandits as well, hoping his talents will prove more useful here than they did in combat. Heal ...or not.
Tristan comes to with a start. "Aggh, get it off!" he shouts, flailing, before seeing the dismembered skeleton a few feet away and trailing off with a sheepish look on his face. "Well. That was thoroughly unpleasant. My thanks for the assistance."
Will save Tristan falls under the skeleton's claws, wracked by cold and unholy energies. Stabilization:
Standard attack
Tristan considers the skeletons momentarily, before coming to some kind of internal conclusion and offering a grim smile. He steps forward and with quick, precise motions shatters several relatively fragile bones.
Tristan takes up the rear.
Tristan follows Gaelin, taking up position on the other side of the door.
"Agreed", Tristan says, quiet but firm. "We must not allow this blight to spread any farther." |