Votun's Munin's page

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Squawk! "Ouch!" He takes total cover in the branches of the nearby evergreen tree.

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move action to L7

I think so for Munin but would need to double-check. Votun is completely unprepared for temperatures colder than Endure Elements protects against. The concept would be alien to him.

Squawk! "Beady red eyes under the snow!" Munin squawks and flies toward a high branch.

Munin high tails it away from the swarm. Squawk!
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Double move 80-ft flight away from swarm keeping within line of sight of Votun and swarm.

Round 2

Squawk! Munin continues eating some small pine cones on top of the snow-covered pine tree and surveying the field.
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Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Squawk! Munin starts eating some small pine cones on top of the snow-covered pine tree and continues to survey the field.
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Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Munin perches near the top of the snow-covered pine tree and surveys the field.
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Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Squawk!

Votun paid the 10 gp deposit for Isker's longsword and gave it to Sigrun. Votun loaned his Feyswatter to Jorgo. Votun doesn't carry a melee weapon. I had planned to find a club.

Kirridell could pay the 4 gp for the cold iron hand axe, but he needs Cold Weather gear that costs 8 gp at the General Store. It would be better if he had snowshoes costing 5 gp. If Kirridell had been in the General Store with Votun and the others, he would have benefited from his generosity.

Let's please equip as soon as possible and get on the road.

Squawk! "Father Kirridell Jinae, I presume!" the raven squawks from its perch on Votun's shoulder as they all approach Isker's Blacksmith.

Squawk! "Thanks for the seed!" Munin squawks and quick flies to Votun's leather-reinforced shoulder perch.

Squawk! "So old!" The raven squawks between eating seed.

Squawk! "Watch it!" Munin squawked at Votun entering the tavern. He barely had time to take flight to his familiar perch. At least, he will be warm in here. He shakes the moisture from his feathers in burst of water.

Squawk! "Hell must be freezing over." Squawk! He replies to Votun's question.