The storm rages on around Sirius, as he's unable to shield himself from it, every little piece of ice digs into his face. Almost blinded by the hail and the pain, Sirius grits his teeth and swings his spear at the druid. Then everything goes black as he feels himself drifing out of consciousness falling onto the cold icy floor of the cave.
To hit: 14, damage 9 piercing To hit: 23, damage 7 bludgeoning
As both of Sirius' hits connect with precision, the druid topples over, unconscious, still bound by the webs from Perrin. (DM assumes that Sirius' melee attacks are non-lethal since specified that way at start of combat)
Her pet shrub is shivering at the entrance of the cave, not participating in the fight. Despite most definitely being a plant, it squeaks fearfully.
We're going to stay in initiative until the effects of the druids spell are dealt with.
Watching in horror as the space he previously occupied is filled with howling winds and shards of glass like ice he hesitates. The tinkle of hail on stone keeps him from rushing forward. Aubreen points at Sirius, "Torm does not call you". (Healing word- 6hp). He then picks his way across the difficult terrain, unable to close the distance he readies a cantrip "Toll the dead" watching for any movement from the druid.
As soon as the icy surface is safe, or he is close enough he stuffs a piece of cloth in the druids mouth, calling for rope to bind her.
Zenos emerging from cover grabs his rope and helps Aubreen tie up the druid keeping an eye on the odd little plant just in case it decides to attack he has his rapier at the ready. "Aubreen, here use this rope and we can tie her up"
Looking down at the druid, Aubreen contemplates the road that brought him here. Angry, desperate, abandoned child on the cold streets, if it wasnt for his chance meeting with the Brother, he could today be just as the druid. Driven to destroy and harm others for power. He had found and chose a different path, she could have as well. I feel no pity for her fate. Aubreen rifles through the remains of her furs and clothing. Checking pockets, pouches and other possessions she may have carried.
Sets up the wood for a fire later. He then sits back to wait, watching the door. "Hey, what time of the month is it. I mean the moon, what shape is it tonight? The gnomon outside, did anybody try to move it? Getting a little excited he continues, his gruff voice rising an octave "I have no idea about the 'gaze upon your face' part, but what if its not part of the other. You know the 'unlock the half moon' stuff. What if its not a clue but a label. It could be, 'when the half moon shines the doors are unlocked'. or on the half moon perform the brazier ritual." Aubreen grins with his cleverness, as the smile begins to droop, "but what if I am wrong, are we going to trek out here every few days to check the gnomon, where does that leave us!"
When the druid drops to the ground unconscious, Perrin scurries over to where her pet plant trembled in fear, his mandibles chattering hungrily. While he didn't think that the shrub would be able to do much, he still lashes out with his legs and grabs hold of it. Then, he spays webs from his abdomen and wraps the shrub up tightly just in case it decided to do anything.
With the shrub and druid taken, the giant spider shudders and the collapses back into Perrin's normal form. He blinks as he looks around at the cave and wobbles a bit, obviously disorientated. It was strange going back to having only two eyes and legs, though he quickly readjusts. He looks back down at the shrub and jumps a bit as if he didn't know it was there. He gives it a tentative wave, and then scurries over to join the others.
"It appears to leave us with a lot of questions that I for one do not have any answers to. " Walking over to the little tree Zenos bends down to try and talk to it 'Hello little tree fellow how are you doing? I hope you are not too scared, I promise we are not bad people. Are you able to speak or understand us?"
As Perrin wraps it in web, the little bundle of twigs squeks once more, falling uselessly to one side and losing some of the blueberries its branches were sprouting. When Zenos goes to talk to it, it perks up [persuasion: 10]. In a thin voice it proclaims: "Ravisin will be sooooo angry with you when she wakes up. She'll be angry at me too. Angry at everything! Please let me go!"
Sirius gets up after being healed with a gasp. He thanks Aubreen and really thinks about death more seriously than ever before. For the first time in his life, he didn’t really have any kind of safety net to fall back on.
”I don’t think we should let the shrub go, what if it finds some more frost druids or something.” Sirius whispers to his companions. ”Since we have the entirety of the long night here, we might as well test as many things as we can think of.” Sirius goes outside to check the phase of the moon.
Sirius steps into darkest night. Whatever curse has befallen these lands and is keeping the sun out of the sky, is not luring the moon in turn. The sky is filled with stars, but Selûne has yet to appear from beyond the horizon.
Perrin, with his penchant for survival and perhaps some intuition, easily recalls that the phase of the moon has passed half moon two days ago. It will be another six until new moon.
After rifling through all the druids possessions Aubreen steps out to see if the Gnomon is movable. "Well it seems that we can not move the gnomon, and of course the moon is where it is, unless we can grab a moonbeam I am all out of ideas" He looks to his companions, "Anybody have a mirror perchance?"
"Sirius, do you have anything left in those hands of yours. Let us speak with the druid. I would like to end this sooner rather than later. I could use a good night's sleep"
DM: Ah, missed Aubreens rifling through the pockets of the druid, adding:
This woman is wearing heavy furs, interwoven with bone and sinew, serving as passable winter clothing. Clearly she wasn't as covered up as would be prudent in this weather, reminding you distantly of Sephek. In her pouches, Aubreen finds various trinkets (a couple of small stones, twigs, and green plant cuttings, three large white feathers bespeckled with grey, several seeds and a piece of opalescent feldspar), 5 rations (1 day) (in the form of smoked birdmeat) and a flawless agate gemstone. Judging by its size and quality, the gemstone must surely be worth a fortune.
Sirius checks the ropes to see if they’re tight, stuffs a cloth in her mouth and heals her for 1 hp with lay hands. ”Why would you worship an evil god!” Sirius immediately yells in her face.
The druid blinks as she regains consciousness, groaning in pain. As she sees the group, her expression is reigned in to one of hate. She is silent for a moment, looking Sirius up and down. "Kill me and slither back to your palace, boy. And run fast, before her storms catch up with you. Tentowns will be hers, even if it isn't by my hand."
Aubreen stokes the fire, adding a new log to the growing embers, sparks cascading into the air. "Tell me druid," he says slowly, with a long pause, "if not by your hand then whose?" Watching only from the corner of his eyes, "who are you working with, where can we find them" Slowly turning to regard the woman, giving her time to respond.
A slow non-smile creases his lips, taking a languid step forward, "What was your plan for ten-towns witch?"
Aubreen glares at her, slowly turning to regard the fire in contemplation then back at her, Sephek suffered from the heat, how would she react, with this thought in mind a slow smile again creases his lips, "I think we have a lot to talk about, how about we get closer to the fire shall we" he says trying to convey she may get very close to the fire. (Intimidation: 8)
"By the Frostmaidens hand. None of the other gods dare interfere. She will work her darknesses with or without me, with our without frost druids."
The druid calmly regards the fire, almost expectantly, the flames' flickering illuminating her pale face. "Cruelty, is it? Perhaps Auril will have another follower in you yet."
She seems to be reminiscing about something for a moment, a memory resurfacing. "My sister expected mercy from the people of tentowns, I will not be as foolish. Their sacrifices and cruelty prove that they may yet be worthy of surviving the eternal winter. It is only the law of the Frostmaiden."
Remembering that the druid could some blizzards just by speaking, Perrin actually heads back to the hole in the wall to put some space between him and the rest of his group. He didn't fancy all of them getting ripped to shreds by another spell and then have Ravisin escape.
He feels a chill that has nothing to do with temperature when Ravisin talks about the sacrifices the towns have been offering. The confirmation that the sacrifices did indeed please the Frostmaiden sickened him even more. What kind of creature took pleasure in the suffering of others like that? That was so messed up on so many levels.
"Well now if I've ever heard a non answer before, that was it, lets try something else", Aubreen strolls behind her, pausing when he gets out of sight. "You are in no position to be defiant, you do realize your answers will determine your fate" He comes back around, hand on the hilt of his sword. "How do we open the moon doors, and what does the mirror do?" He asks each question pausing to give her time to speak. "That creature, the moose, are there others like it, creatures called to create terror and destruction?". Aubreen does not feel cruel, the laws of nature, of society have been broken. Although he doesn't understand how, her statement about the other gods, have the laws of the celestial been broken, is that why Torm has drawn him here? Frustrated by the lack of progress at the tomb and the druids defiance, She has done nothing to redeem herself, Tyranny will be stamped out, Lord give me guidance. (Not casting guidance)
If she answers any of these questions with a real answer, Aubreen will ask again about the other druids, hers and their plans.
Aubreen [Intimidation 9]: The woman lies there, defiantly still. It seems to you that she has accepted whatever fate Aubreen might have in store for her.
The little shrub, still wriggling in its net, whimpers quietly: "I.... I can tell you, if you don't let her hurt me."
Its whimper intensifies as the druids gaze turns to it.
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Dexterity saving throw: 13
The storm rages on around Sirius, as he's unable to shield himself from it, every little piece of ice digs into his face. Almost blinded by the hail and the pain, Sirius grits his teeth and swings his spear at the druid. Then everything goes black as he feels himself drifing out of consciousness falling onto the cold icy floor of the cave.
To hit: 14, damage 9 piercing
To hit: 23, damage 7 bludgeoning
As both of Sirius' hits connect with precision, the druid topples over, unconscious, still bound by the webs from Perrin.
(DM assumes that Sirius' melee attacks are non-lethal since specified that way at start of combat)
Her pet shrub is shivering at the entrance of the cave, not participating in the fight. Despite most definitely being a plant, it squeaks fearfully.
We're going to stay in initiative until the effects of the druids spell are dealt with.
Watching in horror as the space he previously occupied is filled with howling winds and shards of glass like ice he hesitates. The tinkle of hail on stone keeps him from rushing forward. Aubreen points at Sirius, "Torm does not call you". (Healing word- 6hp). He then picks his way across the difficult terrain, unable to close the distance he readies a cantrip "Toll the dead" watching for any movement from the druid.
As soon as the icy surface is safe, or he is close enough he stuffs a piece of cloth in the druids mouth, calling for rope to bind her.
Zenos emerging from cover grabs his rope and helps Aubreen tie up the druid keeping an eye on the odd little plant just in case it decides to attack he has his rapier at the ready. "Aubreen, here use this rope and we can tie her up"
DM: Alright, now that no one is in immediate danger, initiative is over.
Looking down at the druid, Aubreen contemplates the road that brought him here. Angry, desperate, abandoned child on the cold streets, if it wasnt for his chance meeting with the Brother, he could today be just as the druid. Driven to destroy and harm others for power. He had found and chose a different path, she could have as well. I feel no pity for her fate. Aubreen rifles through the remains of her furs and clothing. Checking pockets, pouches and other possessions she may have carried.
Sets up the wood for a fire later. He then sits back to wait, watching the door. "Hey, what time of the month is it. I mean the moon, what shape is it tonight? The gnomon outside, did anybody try to move it? Getting a little excited he continues, his gruff voice rising an octave "I have no idea about the 'gaze upon your face' part, but what if its not part of the other. You know the 'unlock the half moon' stuff. What if its not a clue but a label. It could be, 'when the half moon shines the doors are unlocked'. or on the half moon perform the brazier ritual." Aubreen grins with his cleverness, as the smile begins to droop, "but what if I am wrong, are we going to trek out here every few days to check the gnomon, where does that leave us!"
When the druid drops to the ground unconscious, Perrin scurries over to where her pet plant trembled in fear, his mandibles chattering hungrily. While he didn't think that the shrub would be able to do much, he still lashes out with his legs and grabs hold of it. Then, he spays webs from his abdomen and wraps the shrub up tightly just in case it decided to do anything.
With the shrub and druid taken, the giant spider shudders and the collapses back into Perrin's normal form. He blinks as he looks around at the cave and wobbles a bit, obviously disorientated. It was strange going back to having only two eyes and legs, though he quickly readjusts. He looks back down at the shrub and jumps a bit as if he didn't know it was there. He gives it a tentative wave, and then scurries over to join the others.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
"It appears to leave us with a lot of questions that I for one do not have any answers to. " Walking over to the little tree Zenos bends down to try and talk to it 'Hello little tree fellow how are you doing? I hope you are not too scared, I promise we are not bad people. Are you able to speak or understand us?"
As Perrin wraps it in web, the little bundle of twigs squeks once more, falling uselessly to one side and losing some of the blueberries its branches were sprouting. When Zenos goes to talk to it, it perks up [persuasion: 10]. In a thin voice it proclaims: "Ravisin will be sooooo angry with you when she wakes up. She'll be angry at me too. Angry at everything! Please let me go!"
Sirius gets up after being healed with a gasp. He thanks Aubreen and really thinks about death more seriously than ever before. For the first time in his life, he didn’t really have any kind of safety net to fall back on.
”I don’t think we should let the shrub go, what if it finds some more frost druids or something.” Sirius whispers to his companions. ”Since we have the entirety of the long night here, we might as well test as many things as we can think of.” Sirius goes outside to check the phase of the moon.
Sirius steps into darkest night. Whatever curse has befallen these lands and is keeping the sun out of the sky, is not luring the moon in turn. The sky is filled with stars, but Selûne has yet to appear from beyond the horizon.
Perrin, with his penchant for survival and perhaps some intuition, easily recalls that the phase of the moon has passed half moon two days ago. It will be another six until new moon.
After rifling through all the druids possessions Aubreen steps out to see if the Gnomon is movable. "Well it seems that we can not move the gnomon, and of course the moon is where it is, unless we can grab a moonbeam I am all out of ideas" He looks to his companions, "Anybody have a mirror perchance?"
"Sirius, do you have anything left in those hands of yours. Let us speak with the druid. I would like to end this sooner rather than later. I could use a good night's sleep"
DM: Ah, missed Aubreens rifling through the pockets of the druid, adding:
This woman is wearing heavy furs, interwoven with bone and sinew, serving as passable winter clothing. Clearly she wasn't as covered up as would be prudent in this weather, reminding you distantly of Sephek. In her pouches, Aubreen finds various trinkets (a couple of small stones, twigs, and green plant cuttings, three large white feathers bespeckled with grey, several seeds and a piece of opalescent feldspar), 5 rations (1 day) (in the form of smoked birdmeat) and a flawless agate gemstone. Judging by its size and quality, the gemstone must surely be worth a fortune.
Sirius checks the ropes to see if they’re tight, stuffs a cloth in her mouth and heals her for 1 hp with lay hands. ”Why would you worship an evil god!” Sirius immediately yells in her face.
The druid blinks as she regains consciousness, groaning in pain. As she sees the group, her expression is reigned in to one of hate. She is silent for a moment, looking Sirius up and down. "Kill me and slither back to your palace, boy. And run fast, before her storms catch up with you. Tentowns will be hers, even if it isn't by my hand."
Aubreen stokes the fire, adding a new log to the growing embers, sparks cascading into the air. "Tell me druid," he says slowly, with a long pause, "if not by your hand then whose?" Watching only from the corner of his eyes, "who are you working with, where can we find them" Slowly turning to regard the woman, giving her time to respond.
A slow non-smile creases his lips, taking a languid step forward, "What was your plan for ten-towns witch?"
Aubreen glares at her, slowly turning to regard the fire in contemplation then back at her, Sephek suffered from the heat, how would she react, with this thought in mind a slow smile again creases his lips, "I think we have a lot to talk about, how about we get closer to the fire shall we" he says trying to convey she may get very close to the fire. (Intimidation: 8)
"By the Frostmaidens hand. None of the other gods dare interfere. She will work her darknesses with or without me, with our without frost druids."
The druid calmly regards the fire, almost expectantly, the flames' flickering illuminating her pale face. "Cruelty, is it? Perhaps Auril will have another follower in you yet."
She seems to be reminiscing about something for a moment, a memory resurfacing. "My sister expected mercy from the people of tentowns, I will not be as foolish. Their sacrifices and cruelty prove that they may yet be worthy of surviving the eternal winter. It is only the law of the Frostmaiden."
Remembering that the druid could some blizzards just by speaking, Perrin actually heads back to the hole in the wall to put some space between him and the rest of his group. He didn't fancy all of them getting ripped to shreds by another spell and then have Ravisin escape.
He feels a chill that has nothing to do with temperature when Ravisin talks about the sacrifices the towns have been offering. The confirmation that the sacrifices did indeed please the Frostmaiden sickened him even more. What kind of creature took pleasure in the suffering of others like that? That was so messed up on so many levels.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
"Well now if I've ever heard a non answer before, that was it, lets try something else", Aubreen strolls behind her, pausing when he gets out of sight. "You are in no position to be defiant, you do realize your answers will determine your fate" He comes back around, hand on the hilt of his sword. "How do we open the moon doors, and what does the mirror do?" He asks each question pausing to give her time to speak. "That creature, the moose, are there others like it, creatures called to create terror and destruction?". Aubreen does not feel cruel, the laws of nature, of society have been broken. Although he doesn't understand how, her statement about the other gods, have the laws of the celestial been broken, is that why Torm has drawn him here? Frustrated by the lack of progress at the tomb and the druids defiance, She has done nothing to redeem herself, Tyranny will be stamped out, Lord give me guidance. (Not casting guidance)
If she answers any of these questions with a real answer, Aubreen will ask again about the other druids, hers and their plans.
Aubreen [Intimidation 9]: The woman lies there, defiantly still. It seems to you that she has accepted whatever fate Aubreen might have in store for her.
The little shrub, still wriggling in its net, whimpers quietly: "I.... I can tell you, if you don't let her hurt me."
Its whimper intensifies as the druids gaze turns to it.