Thank you. I think they've been accepted into Orvain's domain. I feel their presence in every storm and hear their voices in the winds. They are an impressive sight, but one I could go a lifetime without seeing again.
You have heard the white dragon rumors as well. Hell, everyone has. The most common reasoning for the terrible terrible winter weather up here is that there is a nest of white dragons that cause it. The nest is assumed to be somewhere in the Permafrost. It's a solid rumor that has never been proven nor disproven. One of the largest points of proof for this rumor has been the very rarely found frozen solid statue of a person out here. People don't just turn into ice sculptures naturally.
(OOC: I want to give Viletta a chance to adjust her post before I push everyone into trouble with the survival rolls I made you all roll)
Thyrnn looks concerned at the mention of the white dragons. ”Everyone has heard the rumors about white dragons in the permafrost. Can’t say if they are true or not, but I believe them to be accurate. The overly frigid air and deadly ice storms indicate something a bit more than just the climate. Plus there are the Numb Nomads as we call them… the people that are found completely frozen… not even the subzero temperature could freeze them so completely.”
Skalma's temperament is the exact opposite of Abishai's dour mood. As the party sallies forth from the Last Hearth, the frost goliath seems to be teeming with energy, utterly thrilled by the prospects that lie ahead. Her long strides cut over the rock and stone of the mountain pass with relative ease, occasionally pausing to allow those on foot a chance to keep up. "Ye willnae find the abundance of life ye see down in the easy, soft lands of the southrons." She says to Abishai, her eyes shining with respect for the wilds. "But the things that survive up here are made hardier and stronger for it. Can anyone say they've really lived, if they've never been tested?"
Skalma seems a little wary as Iden describes his tutelage under a fey, but given her suspicion of all things sorcerous, she doesn't delve into the subject further. When Grelk brings up the ordeals she has suffered, her mood becomes rather less visibly buoyant. "White dragons are terrible foes, they say. I am sorry for the losses you've suffered, lass. I pray they've gone to a better place." She says gently, yet squeezing the orc's shoulder with a little more force than intended.
When Thrynn brings up the frozen, she peers up at the skies. "Aye, there's nae doubt of it. When faced with a cold, terrible truth, some folk wrap themselves up in denial, as if that will make it go away. But they're out there, as sure as the heavens themselves."
As the group finally arrive on the Permafrost, she takes a deep, steady breath, exhilarated by what she sees. "It's so pure. Full of trial. Full of truth." She murmurs quietly. Despite the ever-present chill, no plume of warm air seems to billow from her mouth.
kicks a pile of snow, not making eye contact
Thank you. I think they've been accepted into Orvain's domain. I feel their presence in every storm and hear their voices in the winds. They are an impressive sight, but one I could go a lifetime without seeing again.
Thrynn
You rolled a 13.
You have heard the white dragon rumors as well. Hell, everyone has. The most common reasoning for the terrible terrible winter weather up here is that there is a nest of white dragons that cause it. The nest is assumed to be somewhere in the Permafrost. It's a solid rumor that has never been proven nor disproven. One of the largest points of proof for this rumor has been the very rarely found frozen solid statue of a person out here. People don't just turn into ice sculptures naturally.
(OOC: I want to give Viletta a chance to adjust her post before I push everyone into trouble with the survival rolls I made you all roll)
Thyrnn looks concerned at the mention of the white dragons. ”Everyone has heard the rumors about white dragons in the permafrost. Can’t say if they are true or not, but I believe them to be accurate. The overly frigid air and deadly ice storms indicate something a bit more than just the climate. Plus there are the Numb Nomads as we call them… the people that are found completely frozen… not even the subzero temperature could freeze them so completely.”
Skalma's temperament is the exact opposite of Abishai's dour mood. As the party sallies forth from the Last Hearth, the frost goliath seems to be teeming with energy, utterly thrilled by the prospects that lie ahead. Her long strides cut over the rock and stone of the mountain pass with relative ease, occasionally pausing to allow those on foot a chance to keep up. "Ye willnae find the abundance of life ye see down in the easy, soft lands of the southrons." She says to Abishai, her eyes shining with respect for the wilds. "But the things that survive up here are made hardier and stronger for it. Can anyone say they've really lived, if they've never been tested?"
Skalma seems a little wary as Iden describes his tutelage under a fey, but given her suspicion of all things sorcerous, she doesn't delve into the subject further. When Grelk brings up the ordeals she has suffered, her mood becomes rather less visibly buoyant. "White dragons are terrible foes, they say. I am sorry for the losses you've suffered, lass. I pray they've gone to a better place." She says gently, yet squeezing the orc's shoulder with a little more force than intended.
When Thrynn brings up the frozen, she peers up at the skies. "Aye, there's nae doubt of it. When faced with a cold, terrible truth, some folk wrap themselves up in denial, as if that will make it go away. But they're out there, as sure as the heavens themselves."
As the group finally arrive on the Permafrost, she takes a deep, steady breath, exhilarated by what she sees. "It's so pure. Full of trial. Full of truth." She murmurs quietly. Despite the ever-present chill, no plume of warm air seems to billow from her mouth.
Survival: 20