Every 100 years, Baba Yaga returns to the icy kingdom of Irrisen to place a new daughter on the throne. This time, however, something has gone wrong. Queen Elvanna sits upon the throne still, though the people have seen neither hide nor hair of her these past several months, as she has sequestered herself in her palace in the capital city of Whitethrone. Meanwhile, taxes in Irrisen have swelled to an excessive level, and the citizens have no idea where that money is going. What’s more, people have been disappearing, and a strange new police force of creatures with mirrors where their faces should be has been striking fear into the hearts of the Irriseni. There are hushed talks of rebellion against the throne, but these whisperers have to be careful who they talk to, as there is no telling who they can trust.
Unseasonable Cold
Our story, however, begins much farther south, in the sleepy little village of Heldren, located in between the Taldoran cities of Oppara and Zimar, a popular stopping point for those travelling between the two. The weather has been behaving oddly these past few days in Heldren; it is unseasonably cold for the middle of summer, and there have been talks of snow as close as the Border Wood!
As if that wasn’t enough excitement, an injured mercenary arrived in town yesterday, claiming to be a bodyguard for Lady Argentea Malassene. He told the village council that the noblewoman’s escort was assaulted just outside the Border Wood by bandits and strange, wintery creatures. He alone escaped, and Lady Argentea was dragged into the woods by their assailants.
Old Mother Theodora claims dark times are ahead for Heldren...
You have two tasks. The first is to gather information and collect rumors with an Investigation check, and reading the appropriate spoilers below. Your second task is to get to the Willowbark Apothecary, as councilwoman Ionnia Teppen has called for all able-bodied individuals to gather so that a rescue party may be sent into the Border Wood. Describe what the others would see as you enter the apothecary.
Investigation DC 5:
Everyone says the weather is unseasonably cold for Midsummer--it even snowed in the Border Wood! Most suspect magic is involved, and some fear Qadiran agents played a role in it.
Investigation DC 10:
Old Man Dansby claims that someone keeps stealing from his fields. His farm lies closest to the Border Wood, where half his crops have died from an icy frost and the rest have been carried off.
Investigation DC 11:
A farmer’s son took ill a few days ago after falling through the ice over Wishbone Creek. The boy said he spotted white stag in the forest--and heard it talking--then tried to follow it.
Investigation DC 12:
A group of rangers in the Border Wood called the High Sentinels usually keep bandit activity curbed. They’re doing a poor job if brigands could attack a well-armed caravan and abduct Lady Argentea.
Investigation DC 14:
Locals say a hunter named Dryden Kepp claimed he saw a giant white weasel on the High Ridge in the forest. No one believed him so he went back to trap it and prove them wrong.
Investigation DC 15:
Two weeks ago, Lady Argentea Malassene traveled through Heldren on her way from Oppara to Zimar to meet her betrothed. Rumor has it the two didn’t get along and Lady Argentea caused a scandal by calling off the engagement and returning home.
The first few nights in Heldren were fairly quaint for Alva. A quick stop to have a warm meal and a bed before setting off on the road again. However, since the word of wintery creatures were circulating around town, she wasn't about to take any risks. Asking around, Alva hopes to learn a few things.
Entering into the apothecary is a broad-shouldered Ulfen woman. Standing at just over six feet tall, the woman of viking descent has fiery-red hair set in ornate braids trailing down her back. Her icy blue eyes add some extra life to her youthful complexion, though her skin looks to be hardened and rough despite her age. She's got some dirt and grime on her fur-lined clothes, and carries a heavy pack. A rusty shield is hooked to her back, and a polished battleaxe sits at her hip. If anything, this woman looks like she just walked out of a blizzard. And if there hadn't been talks of snow in the Border Wood, people may have thought she was crazy.
Alva will approach whoever looks like they might be Ionnia Teppen, grunting in acknowledgement. "Came as fast as I could. You're looking for aid on a rescue party? Vhat exactly are ve going to be dealing 'vif, exactly?" she says in a thick, northern accent. However, as she asks, she seems conflicted. Hesitation is painted on her face, as well as an expression that one might have if they've seen a ghost.
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Alva Elkheart- Human Ranger (1) Eira Fletcher- Human Barbarian (1)
Initish heard just enough to have her curiosity sparked by the small rumors of bandits in the nearby forest. She tries to learn more in her quiet manner, by trying to eavesdrop on conversations and hear what people were saying without going to ask them.
Walking into the Willowbark Apothecary for the second time in her life is a young tiefling of purple skin. Her size is small and her frame smaller, although it still passed as a normal height for tieflings and humans alike. The tiefling's hair is dark and faded, her eyes are a deep red that spreads all over, not uncommon for tieflings, but completely unnatural for others. Notably, the scar that crosses on top of her right eye seems to have left the eye underneath in perfect condition. Her current clothes were bought recently, and they're just warm enough for the mid-summer cold weather. On her back is a backpack, filled with materials, which hinted at her sudden recent desire to leave Heldren. A desire, which the man who accompanied her there would know.
Ini takes the first steps in but seems hesitant to actually approach anyone, waiting a bit on Bart to go first. She quietly tells him while they're still side-by-side. "I'm not sure about coming here... Are you sure we needed to come just because they said so?"
Barthen Lamplighter — Bart to most — likes to be helpful, and when his aunt and uncle ask him to "stay home" and help out at the bakery, he never complains. But something's going on in town. He doesn't understand why there's a feeling of uneasiness, but there is. He sees some people whispering with sad faces, and he wants to know how he can help. Sometimes his aunt and uncle and Ini — his new friend — help him to understand things that are confusing, but his aunt and uncle are busy, and he can't leave the shop today to find Ini to ask her to explain what's going on. Luckily, he's around when a few patrons come into the bakery, so he overhears their gossip.
Investigation: 14
A little later in the day, Bart's uncle comes to him. He's replaced his apron with a coat. He hands Bart a coat of his own. "We're to go to the apothecary," his uncle says flatly. Bart dutifully puts on the coat and looks at his uncle, who gives him a genuine if slightly sad smile. "I think you'll be perfect for this." Bart doesn't understand, but this isn't unusual, and when his uncle motions toward the door, Bart heads that way.
"Should I bring Fode?" Bart asks his uncle as they exit the bakery, speaking of his brown and white draft horse. When outdoors, it is rare to see Bart without Fode. His uncle tells him no, so the two men march toward the apothecary. Bart squints up at the sky as they walk. He's confused as to why it's so cold. Even back home in Mut, it's not cold like this this time of the year.
Approaching the apothecary, Bart spots Initish loitering outside, though he interprets it as waiting for him. He brightems and waves a big arm at the tiefling. He jogs a little away from his uncle to meet her where she is standing. "Hi, Ini," he says brightly. He stuffs his hands in his pockets to keep from trying to hug her. He doesn't think she would like that. "I'm sorry. I was at the bakery today," he apologizes, apropos of nothing. His eyes keep jumping to her backpack, but he doesn't mention it.
After some quick benign chitchat, Bart convinces Ini they should go in, so the two enter the warm interior of the Willowbark Apothecary. Bart makes sure to hold the door for Ini because that's what mother always said to do. There's already several townsfolk and even some strangers gathered. Locals who spot Bart give him a sweet smile that hints at pity, but Bart is used to that kind of smile and doesn't think anything about it.
Bart has a kind face and quick smile, which mirrors his spirit. He is average height for a human male, but a bit beefier than average. He has short, brown hair and light brown (almost gold) eyes. He generally neglects his beard for a few months before someone convinces him to shave it all off to start over. (At present, it's actually a respectable length and not too wild.) Bart is fastidious about several things, but his own hygiene is not one of them; he often has a dirty face and dirty hands. Today, he has a smudge of flour on one cheek. Though his body is strong and in its prime at almost 30 years old, it doesn't take much interaction to realize that his mind doesn't match.
When he sees Ini hesitating just inside the door, Bart steps up beside her. "I'm not sure about coming here... Are you sure we needed to come just because they said so?" she asks.
Bart smiles warmly at her. "It never hurts to listen," he says. "Don't worry, Ini. I'm here."
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Cora is a halfling of short but sturdy stature, wearing her vestments instead of her armor at the moment. Her hair is pulled back, but it's clear it was done haphazardly, since half of it was already falling out. Around her neck is an amulet for Pharasma, and she appears to be digging in her satchel for something. She pauses for a moment, looking around.
Investigation: 16
She looks at the assembled group with bright brown eyes, "Oh, hello! Lots of people here today,"she holds out a hand, "Cora Leagallow at your service. Acolyte of Pharasma..." she looks down at her amulet, the symbol on her vestments, and the symbol on her shield, "um... that was pretty obvious haha. Anyways, here and ready to help!"
The crowd in the apothecary grows, filling up the entire small room as townsfolk come to see the injured mercenary. Most, if not all of them, are commoners, more accustomed to simple village life than to mounting rescue missions. Among the crowd, you notice Menander and Kale Garimos, the husband and wife owners of the Silver Stoat Inn. You see Elder Natharen Safander, the town’s half-elf cleric to Erastil, though his temple does have smaller shrines to other gods, including Pharasma. And of course you see the elven apothecary herself,Tessaraea Willowbark, tending to a stranger’s bandages.
The stranger in the room has captured everybody’s attention. He’s a thick man, with muscular arms. His hair is long and blonde, and is braided in multiple places, and he has a bushy beard to match. That is not the most interesting thing about him, however; the cuts on his face tell a story of a battle, and his purple nose tells of frostbite. You can see a suit of armor and a sheathed sword--presumably his--leaning against the wall of the apothecary.
Alva:
You immediately recognize this as an Ulfen man.
Ionnia Teppen, a middle-aged human woman with her gray-streaked brown hair pulled back tight in a bun, standing apart from the rest of the crowd, acknowledges Alva. “That’s something you will want to ask Yuln,” she says, nodding to the man.
Suddenly, the air in the room is filled with chatter and questions. Ionnia holds up her hands, demanding silence, and the noise dies down slowly. “One at a time, please!”
Slowly, then, the questions begin to trickle out…
“Who attacked you?”
“We thought they were just bandits at first--outlaws who hide like wolves in the forest. They were no match for us. But then came the cold fey of the north. They appeared among us and the battle turned quickly. My people speak of the winter-touched all the time, but I never expected to meet them this far south.”
“What are the winter-touched?”
“Fey creatures who have sworn themselves to the White Witches of Irrisen, those who stole our lands from us during the Winter War. Tiny sprites no taller than the length of a man’s forearm. But don’t be fooled by their small stature. Legends say they have taken a sliver of ice into their hearts, and their touch bears the harsh bite of winter.”
“Where did they take Lady Argentea?”
“Into the forest, back through the ice and snow. Beyond that, I don’t know. I followed as far as I could, but the winter-touched were too many and too hard to fend off in the snow alone. I barely escaped, and rode to seek help here.”
“Why would they want Lady Argentea?”
“I don’t know. But if one of the White Witches took her, no good shall come of it. The winter-touched do nothing without the leave of those who placed the ice in their hearts. If they’re here, it’s because a White Witch sent them. And much worse will follow.”
“How do you fight the winter-touched?”
“With cold iron and burning flame. Both burn them, and both are weapons they fear.”
Councilwoman Teppen casts her eyes over the crowd gathered in the apothecary, and many of the townspeople avoid her gaze. “Are any of you brave and able enough to ride into the Border Wood and rescue Lady Argentea?”
You may also ask questions of Yuln, if you would like.
As the crowd grows, Alva manages to find some comfort. Even though she didn't know his name, the signature garb of a faithful of Erastil was a good sign. Even in a small town such as this, having at least someone you know you can trust was always a good thing. The tenets of Erastil are focused around community, and Alva wasn't about to violate her beliefs in the faith to run away from the cold, even despite her fears.
The Ulfen woman's features turn pale as she recognizes similar descent from the mercenary. Why had this Lady Malassene hired northern mercenaries? When she had heard rumors of white weasels and talking deer wandering the Border Wood, she had expected fey trickery. But seeing this man here, bruised and battered, there was no doubt.
"I can testify for 'de man. Vhile I haven't seen any signs myself, I've heard 'de rumors in 'de village: giant vhite veasels roaming about, and talking vhite stags; crops dying of frost. It's vile magic, and 'de Vhite Vitches, 'de Jadviga, are no joke. 'Dese aren't just rumors: 'dis is real." As Alva finishes talking, she expels a deep breath from her lungs.
"'Dat, and ve should act fast. Jah, I'm villing to ride into 'de Vood." She gulps as she finishes, giving a bit of a shaky nod. In reality, she was mortified. But, perhaps the time to run was over, if the White Witches had influence this far outside of Irrisen.
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Alva Elkheart- Human Ranger (1) Eira Fletcher- Human Barbarian (1)
Like the gossip he overheard at the bakery today, not everything Bart hears in the apothecary makes sense to him, but he thinks he understands the gist. This man — this stranger who looks like he's been in a hard fight — was in a hard fight near the trees the locals call the Border Wood. Some tiny winter witch with ice in its heart came and took somebody from him — some lady — and he needs help getting her back. When Tessaraea asks who will volunteer, Bart starts to raise his hand, but then another stranger — a tall woman with red hair — starts talking. The former soldier, now local lawman, shifts his weight from foot to foot impatiently until the stranger with the funny accent ends up being the first to volunteer. Bart thinks this isn't right, but he shakes his head and finally throws his arm into the air. "Me and Fode will go!" he says loudly, his eyes locked onto the apothecary. After his proclamation is acknowledged, he looks at Ini. "You want to come, Ini?" Bart asks. "It shouldn't take too long."
Ini's hesitation at the door doesn't last long enough to stop the traffic of people coming inside. She does seem to grow more nervous as the room gets more crowded, although that can only be told by her eyes, shifting more often at the door and Bart, and also her muscles, which become quite tense over the discomfort of being in this overfilled room.
She looks over, trying to spot anyone she knew besides Bart, and that ends up including only Tessaraea, the apothecary. Ini did tend to avoid most of the spaces that'd fill with people, after all. Ini finally seems to tense down once the crowd begins talking with the more well-informed people in the room. With its more organized pattern of questions being followed by answers, there was less information to get overwhelmed by, although the content of those answers got her tense again.
This time, she tells Bart what it's about. "I was hoping to go north... All on my own... I didn't know it was that dangerous, I was just expecting it to be colder, and that's why I got these clothes... But if I can reach past the danger zone with a group, then..." Ini stops herself from talking because of an idea.
Without a second of hesitation, she stops whispering to Bart and raises her voice so that Ionnia would hear it. "I'll go!" Knowing she didn't quite look like a fighter, with no apparent weapon in hand, she decides to add. "I think I might know a thing or two about those Fey that'll help it so the group doesn't fall for their tricks."
Ionnia nods at the volunteers. "That's three. Anyone else?"
Yuln holds up a hand. "Before you go... Normal weapons are not as effective on the winter-touched. You want cold iron." He gestures towards the sword leaning against the wall. “Take my blade. It will be useful for you.”
OOC: one player can add a longsword to their inventory and edit it to be a “cold iron longsword”, if you are so inclined. Also, just waiting on BaconExpert, and the adventure proper will begin!
Yuln shakes his head sadly. “Would that I could go with you,” he says. “My ancestors would ridicule my lack of valor for fleeing rather than fighting to the end.”
“You will want to shop for supplies before you head out,” Ionnia says. “The Border Wood is terribly cold, and it seems none of you are dressed for it. And I think Isker Euphram, our blacksmith, might have some cold iron sling bullets you could purchase…”
For the sake of expediency, cold weather outfits are available at the general store for 10 gp apiece, and ten cold iron sling bullets are available at the blacksmith, also for 10 gp apiece. Anybody can add a sling to their inventory for free.
Alva gives a bit of a laugh at the mention of none of the group being dressed for the cold. She was already clad in clothing fit for the cold, and it was at this moment that she was glad that she didn't get rid of it at a previous town or settlement on her trip to Heldren.
She'll eye up the sword for a brief moment, before looking over to Bart. "Not sure of your name, but you look like you can vield a sword. Did you vant to hold onto it?"
The viking woman will also grunt and motion to the other two: Initish and Cora. "If you two need any cold veather clothing or vanted any of 'de cold iron sling bullets and are low on coin, I can provide. I'd rather be safe 'dan sorry in 'de long run."
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Alva Elkheart- Human Ranger (1) Eira Fletcher- Human Barbarian (1)
Bart's uncle is immediately at his nephew's side at the conclusion of the meeting. He slaps Bart's chest. "Let's get you some supplies," he says. He gives Ini a quick once-over before starting toward the door.
Bart gives Ini an excited look, then turns to follow his uncle out of the apothecary when the bold woman with the strange accent catches his attention and offers him the sword. Bart stops short, his look of excitement turning into one of uncertainty. He looks at Ini and back at the tall woman. "I know how to swing a sword," he says, still sounding a little unsure of himself. He looks toward Tessaraea and the purple-nosed man, but they aren't paying attention any longer. Bart's mouth opens and closes a couple of times as he looks one more time at Ini. Finally, he tentatively moves to the sword, making sure not to get too close to the stranger who might not like it. He picks up the weapon. It's a little heavier than a short sword, but not nearly as heavy as a pike. He clasps the weapon with both hands and looks at Alva again. "Th-thanks," he says, still sounding a little confused. "Thanks," he says a little louder, looking again in the direction of the injured man. He does a little head-bob thing like a tiny bow and then moves toward the door, at first, angling so that he keeps his front toward the ranger. Once he's reached Ini, he gives her the strange little head-bob thing as well and then turns and hurries from the apothecary, still clutching the sword with both hands in front of his chest.
Bart catches up with his uncle, who has just about decided to re-enter the apothecary to find out what's taking Bart so long. He excitedly shows off the sword. His uncle takes him to the general store to purchase everything he can think Bart might need while on the trip.
OOC: DM, I "bought" a lot of things for Fode, including saddlebags. All of the items being packed in Fode's saddlebags are in Bart's other possessions tab to keep from encumbering him.
OOC2: All, I still have enough gold to purchase 3 of the cold iron sling bullets.
Ini, after declaring her wanting to help, goes back to being quiet immediately after. Ini's about ready to leave with Bart at first just before the tall red-head addressed them. She grows tense, if only at their height difference.
Ini stays still at Bart's side, putting all her focus on the conversation, but saying nothing at all. After he leaves with the sword, Ini stays behind since she still had to answer Alva's question. It takes an uncomfortable 3 seconds of silence before she reaches in for a coin purse on her wrist. She opens her hand with 5 silver pieces inside. "Of course..." Ini seemed to be taking the coins to see how many she had and was annoyed, but unsurprised, by how little there were. "This is all I have right now... I was gonna ask him if he could help me pay. At least for the clothes, as I'm not planning on fighting at all... I could use a sling, it's just... I don't know how much I'll help with that." She stops for a second and really analyzes what was said so far, by her, and by Alva. "I'm overthinking this. You're offering it without asking for anything in return. I'll accept."
OOC: for the sake of moving things along, I'm going to assume everyone gets cold weather gear, and I will post the grand start of the adventure proper tonight.
Alva will offer a nod, and pass Initish ten gold pieces from her bag: enough for the winter clothing. "Aye, if ve're going to be venturing to deal 'vif vitches, I 'dink 'de cost of clothes to keep us in good spirits, and by extension keep our morale high, vill me more 'dan vorth it if it means ve'll have a higher chance of making it out safe. Don't vorry about paying anyding back."
OOC: Sorry for the hold-up, DM! Was waiting to see if Bacon needed any cash for gear. I'll subtract the gold from my inventory for Ini's outfit, and we'll be good to go :) I bought cold-weather clothing using our pre-game gold already, so Alva's ready.
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Alva Elkheart- Human Ranger (1) Eira Fletcher- Human Barbarian (1)
Ini grabs the coins and quietly puts them into her coin purse along with the 5 silver. She takes a moment to prepare to leave to go buy the clothes before stopping herself short to look back at Alva."I should've said thank you... It's what they tell me to do, so... There! Thanks..." That's when she goes back to move out of the apothecary and towards the general store.
OOC: I spent exactly 0 of my money here because I missed the fact I was supposed to save some. It's not the first thing I missed, and I don't know, my eyes sometimes decide to deceive me, I'm sorry. I added the outfit to my inventory, though.
With the four of you kitted up for the cold, you set off out of Heldren, down the road to the Border Wood. The temperature lowers noticeably as you get further from the town, but the natural beauty of the countryside is still a sight to lift the spirits. However, looking in the direction of the Wood, you see dark skies looming overhead, and about an hour into your journey, you see the first evidence of snowfall. Everybody give me a Perception check as you approach area A on this map.
MISSING: Baba Yaga, Queen of Witches
Every 100 years, Baba Yaga returns to the icy kingdom of Irrisen to place a new daughter on the throne. This time, however, something has gone wrong. Queen Elvanna sits upon the throne still, though the people have seen neither hide nor hair of her these past several months, as she has sequestered herself in her palace in the capital city of Whitethrone. Meanwhile, taxes in Irrisen have swelled to an excessive level, and the citizens have no idea where that money is going. What’s more, people have been disappearing, and a strange new police force of creatures with mirrors where their faces should be has been striking fear into the hearts of the Irriseni. There are hushed talks of rebellion against the throne, but these whisperers have to be careful who they talk to, as there is no telling who they can trust.
Unseasonable Cold
Our story, however, begins much farther south, in the sleepy little village of Heldren, located in between the Taldoran cities of Oppara and Zimar, a popular stopping point for those travelling between the two. The weather has been behaving oddly these past few days in Heldren; it is unseasonably cold for the middle of summer, and there have been talks of snow as close as the Border Wood!
As if that wasn’t enough excitement, an injured mercenary arrived in town yesterday, claiming to be a bodyguard for Lady Argentea Malassene. He told the village council that the noblewoman’s escort was assaulted just outside the Border Wood by bandits and strange, wintery creatures. He alone escaped, and Lady Argentea was dragged into the woods by their assailants.
Old Mother Theodora claims dark times are ahead for Heldren...
You have two tasks. The first is to gather information and collect rumors with an Investigation check, and reading the appropriate spoilers below. Your second task is to get to the Willowbark Apothecary, as councilwoman Ionnia Teppen has called for all able-bodied individuals to gather so that a rescue party may be sent into the Border Wood. Describe what the others would see as you enter the apothecary.
Investigation DC 5:
Everyone says the weather is unseasonably cold for Midsummer--it even snowed in the Border Wood! Most suspect magic is involved, and some fear Qadiran agents played a role in it.
Investigation DC 10:
Old Man Dansby claims that someone keeps stealing from his fields. His farm lies closest to the Border Wood, where half his crops have died from an icy frost and the rest have been carried off.
Investigation DC 11:
A farmer’s son took ill a few days ago after falling through the ice over Wishbone Creek. The boy said he spotted white stag in the forest--and heard it talking--then tried to follow it.
Investigation DC 12:
A group of rangers in the Border Wood called the High Sentinels usually keep bandit activity curbed. They’re doing a poor job if brigands could attack a well-armed caravan and abduct Lady Argentea.
Investigation DC 14:
Locals say a hunter named Dryden Kepp claimed he saw a giant white weasel on the High Ridge in the forest. No one believed him so he went back to trap it and prove them wrong.
Investigation DC 15:
Two weeks ago, Lady Argentea Malassene traveled through Heldren on her way from Oppara to Zimar to meet her betrothed. Rumor has it the two didn’t get along and Lady Argentea caused a scandal by calling off the engagement and returning home.
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
The first few nights in Heldren were fairly quaint for Alva. A quick stop to have a warm meal and a bed before setting off on the road again. However, since the word of wintery creatures were circulating around town, she wasn't about to take any risks. Asking around, Alva hopes to learn a few things.
Investigation: 19
Entering into the apothecary is a broad-shouldered Ulfen woman. Standing at just over six feet tall, the woman of viking descent has fiery-red hair set in ornate braids trailing down her back. Her icy blue eyes add some extra life to her youthful complexion, though her skin looks to be hardened and rough despite her age. She's got some dirt and grime on her fur-lined clothes, and carries a heavy pack. A rusty shield is hooked to her back, and a polished battleaxe sits at her hip. If anything, this woman looks like she just walked out of a blizzard. And if there hadn't been talks of snow in the Border Wood, people may have thought she was crazy.
Alva will approach whoever looks like they might be Ionnia Teppen, grunting in acknowledgement. "Came as fast as I could. You're looking for aid on a rescue party? Vhat exactly are ve going to be dealing 'vif, exactly?" she says in a thick, northern accent. However, as she asks, she seems conflicted. Hesitation is painted on her face, as well as an expression that one might have if they've seen a ghost.
Alva Elkheart - Human Ranger (1)
Eira Fletcher - Human Barbarian (1)
Initish heard just enough to have her curiosity sparked by the small rumors of bandits in the nearby forest. She tries to learn more in her quiet manner, by trying to eavesdrop on conversations and hear what people were saying without going to ask them.
Investigation: 10
Walking into the Willowbark Apothecary for the second time in her life is a young tiefling of purple skin. Her size is small and her frame smaller, although it still passed as a normal height for tieflings and humans alike. The tiefling's hair is dark and faded, her eyes are a deep red that spreads all over, not uncommon for tieflings, but completely unnatural for others. Notably, the scar that crosses on top of her right eye seems to have left the eye underneath in perfect condition. Her current clothes were bought recently, and they're just warm enough for the mid-summer cold weather. On her back is a backpack, filled with materials, which hinted at her sudden recent desire to leave Heldren. A desire, which the man who accompanied her there would know.
Ini takes the first steps in but seems hesitant to actually approach anyone, waiting a bit on Bart to go first. She quietly tells him while they're still side-by-side. "I'm not sure about coming here... Are you sure we needed to come just because they said so?"
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Barthen Lamplighter — Bart to most — likes to be helpful, and when his aunt and uncle ask him to "stay home" and help out at the bakery, he never complains. But something's going on in town. He doesn't understand why there's a feeling of uneasiness, but there is. He sees some people whispering with sad faces, and he wants to know how he can help. Sometimes his aunt and uncle and Ini — his new friend — help him to understand things that are confusing, but his aunt and uncle are busy, and he can't leave the shop today to find Ini to ask her to explain what's going on. Luckily, he's around when a few patrons come into the bakery, so he overhears their gossip.
Investigation: 14
A little later in the day, Bart's uncle comes to him. He's replaced his apron with a coat. He hands Bart a coat of his own. "We're to go to the apothecary," his uncle says flatly. Bart dutifully puts on the coat and looks at his uncle, who gives him a genuine if slightly sad smile. "I think you'll be perfect for this." Bart doesn't understand, but this isn't unusual, and when his uncle motions toward the door, Bart heads that way.
"Should I bring Fode?" Bart asks his uncle as they exit the bakery, speaking of his brown and white draft horse. When outdoors, it is rare to see Bart without Fode. His uncle tells him no, so the two men march toward the apothecary. Bart squints up at the sky as they walk. He's confused as to why it's so cold. Even back home in Mut, it's not cold like this this time of the year.
Approaching the apothecary, Bart spots Initish loitering outside, though he interprets it as waiting for him. He brightems and waves a big arm at the tiefling. He jogs a little away from his uncle to meet her where she is standing. "Hi, Ini," he says brightly. He stuffs his hands in his pockets to keep from trying to hug her. He doesn't think she would like that. "I'm sorry. I was at the bakery today," he apologizes, apropos of nothing. His eyes keep jumping to her backpack, but he doesn't mention it.
After some quick benign chitchat, Bart convinces Ini they should go in, so the two enter the warm interior of the Willowbark Apothecary. Bart makes sure to hold the door for Ini because that's what mother always said to do. There's already several townsfolk and even some strangers gathered. Locals who spot Bart give him a sweet smile that hints at pity, but Bart is used to that kind of smile and doesn't think anything about it.
Bart has a kind face and quick smile, which mirrors his spirit. He is average height for a human male, but a bit beefier than average. He has short, brown hair and light brown (almost gold) eyes. He generally neglects his beard for a few months before someone convinces him to shave it all off to start over. (At present, it's actually a respectable length and not too wild.) Bart is fastidious about several things, but his own hygiene is not one of them; he often has a dirty face and dirty hands. Today, he has a smudge of flour on one cheek. Though his body is strong and in its prime at almost 30 years old, it doesn't take much interaction to realize that his mind doesn't match.
When he sees Ini hesitating just inside the door, Bart steps up beside her. "I'm not sure about coming here... Are you sure we needed to come just because they said so?" she asks.
Bart smiles warmly at her. "It never hurts to listen," he says. "Don't worry, Ini. I'm here."
Cora is a halfling of short but sturdy stature, wearing her vestments instead of her armor at the moment. Her hair is pulled back, but it's clear it was done haphazardly, since half of it was already falling out. Around her neck is an amulet for Pharasma, and she appears to be digging in her satchel for something. She pauses for a moment, looking around.
Investigation: 16
She looks at the assembled group with bright brown eyes, "Oh, hello! Lots of people here today," she holds out a hand, "Cora Leagallow at your service. Acolyte of Pharasma..." she looks down at her amulet, the symbol on her vestments, and the symbol on her shield, "um... that was pretty obvious haha. Anyways, here and ready to help!"
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
The crowd in the apothecary grows, filling up the entire small room as townsfolk come to see the injured mercenary. Most, if not all of them, are commoners, more accustomed to simple village life than to mounting rescue missions. Among the crowd, you notice Menander and Kale Garimos, the husband and wife owners of the Silver Stoat Inn. You see Elder Natharen Safander, the town’s half-elf cleric to Erastil, though his temple does have smaller shrines to other gods, including Pharasma. And of course you see the elven apothecary herself,Tessaraea Willowbark, tending to a stranger’s bandages.
The stranger in the room has captured everybody’s attention. He’s a thick man, with muscular arms. His hair is long and blonde, and is braided in multiple places, and he has a bushy beard to match. That is not the most interesting thing about him, however; the cuts on his face tell a story of a battle, and his purple nose tells of frostbite. You can see a suit of armor and a sheathed sword--presumably his--leaning against the wall of the apothecary.
Alva:
You immediately recognize this as an Ulfen man.
Ionnia Teppen, a middle-aged human woman with her gray-streaked brown hair pulled back tight in a bun, standing apart from the rest of the crowd, acknowledges Alva. “That’s something you will want to ask Yuln,” she says, nodding to the man.
Suddenly, the air in the room is filled with chatter and questions. Ionnia holds up her hands, demanding silence, and the noise dies down slowly. “One at a time, please!”
Slowly, then, the questions begin to trickle out…
“Who attacked you?”
“We thought they were just bandits at first--outlaws who hide like wolves in the forest. They were no match for us. But then came the cold fey of the north. They appeared among us and the battle turned quickly. My people speak of the winter-touched all the time, but I never expected to meet them this far south.”
“What are the winter-touched?”
“Fey creatures who have sworn themselves to the White Witches of Irrisen, those who stole our lands from us during the Winter War. Tiny sprites no taller than the length of a man’s forearm. But don’t be fooled by their small stature. Legends say they have taken a sliver of ice into their hearts, and their touch bears the harsh bite of winter.”
“Where did they take Lady Argentea?”
“Into the forest, back through the ice and snow. Beyond that, I don’t know. I followed as far as I could, but the winter-touched were too many and too hard to fend off in the snow alone. I barely escaped, and rode to seek help here.”
“Why would they want Lady Argentea?”
“I don’t know. But if one of the White Witches took her, no good shall come of it. The winter-touched do nothing without the leave of those who
placed the ice in their hearts. If they’re here, it’s because a White Witch sent them. And much worse will follow.”
“How do you fight the winter-touched?”
“With cold iron and burning flame. Both burn them, and both are weapons they fear.”
Councilwoman Teppen casts her eyes over the crowd gathered in the apothecary, and many of the townspeople avoid her gaze. “Are any of you brave and able enough to ride into the Border Wood and rescue Lady Argentea?”
You may also ask questions of Yuln, if you would like.
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
As the crowd grows, Alva manages to find some comfort. Even though she didn't know his name, the signature garb of a faithful of Erastil was a good sign. Even in a small town such as this, having at least someone you know you can trust was always a good thing. The tenets of Erastil are focused around community, and Alva wasn't about to violate her beliefs in the faith to run away from the cold, even despite her fears.
The Ulfen woman's features turn pale as she recognizes similar descent from the mercenary. Why had this Lady Malassene hired northern mercenaries? When she had heard rumors of white weasels and talking deer wandering the Border Wood, she had expected fey trickery. But seeing this man here, bruised and battered, there was no doubt.
"I can testify for 'de man. Vhile I haven't seen any signs myself, I've heard 'de rumors in 'de village: giant vhite veasels roaming about, and talking vhite stags; crops dying of frost. It's vile magic, and 'de Vhite Vitches, 'de Jadviga, are no joke. 'Dese aren't just rumors: 'dis is real." As Alva finishes talking, she expels a deep breath from her lungs.
"'Dat, and ve should act fast. Jah, I'm villing to ride into 'de Vood." She gulps as she finishes, giving a bit of a shaky nod. In reality, she was mortified. But, perhaps the time to run was over, if the White Witches had influence this far outside of Irrisen.
Alva Elkheart - Human Ranger (1)
Eira Fletcher - Human Barbarian (1)
Like the gossip he overheard at the bakery today, not everything Bart hears in the apothecary makes sense to him, but he thinks he understands the gist. This man — this stranger who looks like he's been in a hard fight — was in a hard fight near the trees the locals call the Border Wood. Some tiny winter witch with ice in its heart came and took somebody from him — some lady — and he needs help getting her back. When Tessaraea asks who will volunteer, Bart starts to raise his hand, but then another stranger — a tall woman with red hair — starts talking. The former soldier, now local lawman, shifts his weight from foot to foot impatiently until the stranger with the funny accent ends up being the first to volunteer. Bart thinks this isn't right, but he shakes his head and finally throws his arm into the air. "Me and Fode will go!" he says loudly, his eyes locked onto the apothecary. After his proclamation is acknowledged, he looks at Ini. "You want to come, Ini?" Bart asks. "It shouldn't take too long."
Ini's hesitation at the door doesn't last long enough to stop the traffic of people coming inside. She does seem to grow more nervous as the room gets more crowded, although that can only be told by her eyes, shifting more often at the door and Bart, and also her muscles, which become quite tense over the discomfort of being in this overfilled room.
She looks over, trying to spot anyone she knew besides Bart, and that ends up including only Tessaraea, the apothecary. Ini did tend to avoid most of the spaces that'd fill with people, after all. Ini finally seems to tense down once the crowd begins talking with the more well-informed people in the room. With its more organized pattern of questions being followed by answers, there was less information to get overwhelmed by, although the content of those answers got her tense again.
This time, she tells Bart what it's about. "I was hoping to go north... All on my own... I didn't know it was that dangerous, I was just expecting it to be colder, and that's why I got these clothes... But if I can reach past the danger zone with a group, then..." Ini stops herself from talking because of an idea.
Without a second of hesitation, she stops whispering to Bart and raises her voice so that Ionnia would hear it. "I'll go!" Knowing she didn't quite look like a fighter, with no apparent weapon in hand, she decides to add. "I think I might know a thing or two about those Fey that'll help it so the group doesn't fall for their tricks."
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Ionnia nods at the volunteers. "That's three. Anyone else?"
Yuln holds up a hand. "Before you go... Normal weapons are not as effective on the winter-touched. You want cold iron." He gestures towards the sword leaning against the wall. “Take my blade. It will be useful for you.”
OOC: one player can add a longsword to their inventory and edit it to be a “cold iron longsword”, if you are so inclined. Also, just waiting on BaconExpert, and the adventure proper will begin!
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
Cora raises and eyebrow and raises her hand, "I'll go too, it sounds... informative."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Yuln shakes his head sadly. “Would that I could go with you,” he says. “My ancestors would ridicule my lack of valor for fleeing rather than fighting to the end.”
“You will want to shop for supplies before you head out,” Ionnia says. “The Border Wood is terribly cold, and it seems none of you are dressed for it. And I think Isker Euphram, our blacksmith, might have some cold iron sling bullets you could purchase…”
For the sake of expediency, cold weather outfits are available at the general store for 10 gp apiece, and ten cold iron sling bullets are available at the blacksmith, also for 10 gp apiece. Anybody can add a sling to their inventory for free.
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
Alva gives a bit of a laugh at the mention of none of the group being dressed for the cold. She was already clad in clothing fit for the cold, and it was at this moment that she was glad that she didn't get rid of it at a previous town or settlement on her trip to Heldren.
She'll eye up the sword for a brief moment, before looking over to Bart. "Not sure of your name, but you look like you can vield a sword. Did you vant to hold onto it?"
The viking woman will also grunt and motion to the other two: Initish and Cora. "If you two need any cold veather clothing or vanted any of 'de cold iron sling bullets and are low on coin, I can provide. I'd rather be safe 'dan sorry in 'de long run."
Alva Elkheart - Human Ranger (1)
Eira Fletcher - Human Barbarian (1)
Bart's uncle is immediately at his nephew's side at the conclusion of the meeting. He slaps Bart's chest. "Let's get you some supplies," he says. He gives Ini a quick once-over before starting toward the door.
Bart gives Ini an excited look, then turns to follow his uncle out of the apothecary when the bold woman with the strange accent catches his attention and offers him the sword. Bart stops short, his look of excitement turning into one of uncertainty. He looks at Ini and back at the tall woman. "I know how to swing a sword," he says, still sounding a little unsure of himself. He looks toward Tessaraea and the purple-nosed man, but they aren't paying attention any longer. Bart's mouth opens and closes a couple of times as he looks one more time at Ini. Finally, he tentatively moves to the sword, making sure not to get too close to the stranger who might not like it. He picks up the weapon. It's a little heavier than a short sword, but not nearly as heavy as a pike. He clasps the weapon with both hands and looks at Alva again. "Th-thanks," he says, still sounding a little confused. "Thanks," he says a little louder, looking again in the direction of the injured man. He does a little head-bob thing like a tiny bow and then moves toward the door, at first, angling so that he keeps his front toward the ranger. Once he's reached Ini, he gives her the strange little head-bob thing as well and then turns and hurries from the apothecary, still clutching the sword with both hands in front of his chest.
Bart catches up with his uncle, who has just about decided to re-enter the apothecary to find out what's taking Bart so long. He excitedly shows off the sword. His uncle takes him to the general store to purchase everything he can think Bart might need while on the trip.
OOC: DM, I "bought" a lot of things for Fode, including saddlebags. All of the items being packed in Fode's saddlebags are in Bart's other possessions tab to keep from encumbering him.
OOC2: All, I still have enough gold to purchase 3 of the cold iron sling bullets.
Ini, after declaring her wanting to help, goes back to being quiet immediately after. Ini's about ready to leave with Bart at first just before the tall red-head addressed them. She grows tense, if only at their height difference.
Ini stays still at Bart's side, putting all her focus on the conversation, but saying nothing at all. After he leaves with the sword, Ini stays behind since she still had to answer Alva's question. It takes an uncomfortable 3 seconds of silence before she reaches in for a coin purse on her wrist. She opens her hand with 5 silver pieces inside. "Of course..." Ini seemed to be taking the coins to see how many she had and was annoyed, but unsurprised, by how little there were. "This is all I have right now... I was gonna ask him if he could help me pay. At least for the clothes, as I'm not planning on fighting at all... I could use a sling, it's just... I don't know how much I'll help with that." She stops for a second and really analyzes what was said so far, by her, and by Alva. "I'm overthinking this. You're offering it without asking for anything in return. I'll accept."
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
OOC: Everybody post here once they've added their new purchases to their inventory and adjusted their gold, and the adventure will begin in earnest!
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
OOC: for the sake of moving things along, I'm going to assume everyone gets cold weather gear, and I will post the grand start of the adventure proper tonight.
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
Alva will offer a nod, and pass Initish ten gold pieces from her bag: enough for the winter clothing. "Aye, if ve're going to be venturing to deal 'vif vitches, I 'dink 'de cost of clothes to keep us in good spirits, and by extension keep our morale high, vill me more 'dan vorth it if it means ve'll have a higher chance of making it out safe. Don't vorry about paying anyding back."
OOC: Sorry for the hold-up, DM! Was waiting to see if Bacon needed any cash for gear. I'll subtract the gold from my inventory for Ini's outfit, and we'll be good to go :) I bought cold-weather clothing using our pre-game gold already, so Alva's ready.
Alva Elkheart - Human Ranger (1)
Eira Fletcher - Human Barbarian (1)
Ini grabs the coins and quietly puts them into her coin purse along with the 5 silver. She takes a moment to prepare to leave to go buy the clothes before stopping herself short to look back at Alva. "I should've said thank you... It's what they tell me to do, so... There! Thanks..." That's when she goes back to move out of the apothecary and towards the general store.
OOC: I spent exactly 0 of my money here because I missed the fact I was supposed to save some. It's not the first thing I missed, and I don't know, my eyes sometimes decide to deceive me, I'm sorry. I added the outfit to my inventory, though.
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
With the four of you kitted up for the cold, you set off out of Heldren, down the road to the Border Wood. The temperature lowers noticeably as you get further from the town, but the natural beauty of the countryside is still a sight to lift the spirits. However, looking in the direction of the Wood, you see dark skies looming overhead, and about an hour into your journey, you see the first evidence of snowfall. Everybody give me a Perception check as you approach area A on this map.
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.