Grandma Mable looks around and says
"My my this is very strange"
She quickly reaches into her pouch and pulls out a few powders and throws them into the air.
" I need a pinch of this and a tad of that, yes that will do. Now lets see what you are."
Then grandma begins to carefully look at the strange lights.
Ryksa looks about, trying to get a bearing of what is going on...
Holding his hammer at the ready Ulfgard looks to the others."What in Torags mighty forge is happning? Tell my."
Sciath takes a step from O11 to N11 and readies an action to strike if any of these things come within range.
Asks no one in particular: "'Ice Crown'? What's that?"
Grandmas eyes open in surprise.
"Those lights are magic! We need ro find what is creating the lights and becareful not to waste are attacks on the lights
Ragnarok gets out his sling and starts listening as intently as he can. Trying to determine where the voice is coming from if it replies to his comment. "A pox upon your 'Ice Crown'"
"Alright that willbe enough if that!" grandma exclaims as she tries to find these trouble makers.
She pulls out her crossbow and loads it, ready to fire when she knows where to shoot it.
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!"
Sciath's eyes narrow as he tries to see where the color spray came from.
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.
Salvia has her sword out, but does nothing other than look around. She has no idea where the menace is coming from.
Ulfgard looks around.. not sure what to do?
He then attacks orb F9
Grandma whispers.
"This is not working how about we try something different. Ulfgard would you be so kind as to shoot in that area, Salvia how about over there, Ryksa just a little bit to the right etc. If we cover enough area we might actually hit something." she says as she carefully points out a different location for each arrow to go.
The Grandma will ready her bow to shoot at the same time as the others.
"Lets run we cant find them and I find them quite annoying."
"Lads, someone is tricking us. I ain´t any idea whudd to do. Let´s run for it!"
"Faugh, fall back."
Sciath starts to retreat, once he's sure everyone else is backing off too.
"Sounds good to me."
"Agreed. If we stay, they may try to do something... more..."
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The group takes the opportunity to slip away.
A game trail, so narrow as to force a single file march, winds lazily through the snow-banked trees in this part of the wood. Hoofprints run in both directions along the track.
Ahead, some 50 or 60 feet, a proud, white stag stands in the path, it appears to be missing an eye from this distance.
"I heard white stags are sign of the gods, do not attack him! Lord Stag, we just wish to pass!"
"Um, we, that is Ulfgard,that is me, and company. We looking for a lass who was robbed against her will." Ulfgard waves his hand to indicate the others.
Sciath's eyes narrow at the stag, he considers using detect magic, but doesn't want to offend the creature if it is an agent of the gods.
"oh my what a magnificent stag!" grandma Mable suddenly realizes she said that out loud
"Please forgive a dottering old women." she says with a smile and them she continues
A noble womens carriage was attacked at the edge of the forest, most of her guards were killed and she was carried away. We are hoping to rescue her before it is to late!
We have also been asked to investigate the strange weather. This weather is more like what I would expect in Irrison not here.
Do you know anything about either of these?"
"The lady was attacked near the town I live in and the weather well, the weather is effecting our livily hood. If we can't grow crops we may starve. Can you think of a better reason?" Grandma Mable asks
"That was interesting. I feel like I just past some sort of test.
Shall we continue on our way?" Granda wonders.
"Safe travels to you, sir," Salvia says, admiring the stag at he moves down the trail. To Grandma, she says, "It's good to be reminded that not everything in this troubled forest is evil."
[b"Godspeed! Aye laddies lets walk on, the day is already getting darker![/b]
"I don't trust to random animals speaking to us." Sciath grunts.
Grandma Mable continues down the path to... where ever it might lead.