Wilcox stares at Prosinet for a moment, working through how he'd like to present the information.
After some long seconds, he relents,
"I desperately hope that you all understand, things here don't just happen. You were all brought during a time of great change and historical significance. "What is coming?" is a two fold question. From the river, comes something evil. From the mountains, comes something ancient. In not much time at all, we may yet see what I spoke of earlier take place again."
He grabs a bottle of magical surge and walks outside waiting for you all.
"You tell me all of this as if it just clears everything up. So you saw me and the snake thing climbing the mountain, the one I see in my dreams I am guessing, but then in the same breath, you say the fates split me from my new companions. I don't see the reason for this. Why do all you old people have to talk in riddles?"
FrostBite looks out of the window for a moment trying to digest the information. "What is it you are asking me to do? You want me to hunt some unnatural occurrence that stoped the land from being covered in winter or stop the thing causing places to become covered in winter. Neither of those seems to be a reasonable request. You may need a weather wizard not a Dragonborn brute."
The rune keeper considers your words well before speaking, giving you an honest consideration.
"Maybe you believe I have hand selected you to be here. I have not. Perhaps you believe I am anything more than a slightly more informed pawn. If so, in this too you are mistaken. I am only trying to explain to you the situation we find ourselves in, as best as we understand it, and the necessary choices to be made."
He pulls a small marble from his pocket, and rolls it towards you across the table nearby. It stops on the edge, almost as if its waiting for you.
"You've understand correctly, however, and I am indeed asking you to change the weather. How you do so remains your choice, and the path back to your friends is here.
He makes a gesture towards the marble, points to it, then closes his hand in a crushing motion.
"Consider this too, Dragonborn, as it is truth. If it were as simple as casting Call of the Storm or contacting a Druidic circle, a man of my talents could do so."
He seems to lose interest in the conversation a bit, his shoulders relaxing and his demeanor less serious.
"And old people speak in riddles to avoid taking sides before we know what side the person with whom we are speaking is on."
He plucks a book from the same table the marble is on and reads it absent minded.
Frostbite will pick the marble off the table and look around the rest of the room for anything that might be recognizable as helpful for the mission ahead.
Perception 1
"Thank you for your time and I apologise for the manner in which I asked my questions. You may only be an informed pawn. I am not even that. I am but a crumb pushed around a plate by the powers that be. Sooner or later I am consumed."
Looking back out the window towards the mountain he decides that maybe he won't hurry to return just yet. If their destination was indeed the mountain then maybe he would take a moment to visit the base.
While Frostbite perception shows him nothing, the weary wizard gives him a break,
"You'd be hard pressed to find a source strong enough to crush one such as you, I think. Give yourself a little more credit."
He hands you a mirrored blade enchantment, and a business card. The card is small but bigger than a normal one, about the size of an average poker card. It only has one word written across it, and the image of the watchtower in Genndale. There is a brilliant white embroidery along the border of it.
The enhancement will reflect single target spells if you can react to them in time. When targeted with a single target spell, roll a D20, add your hit with that weapon. If its over 15, shoot the energy into the distance, if its 20, reflect it right back for double the intended MAXIMUM damage. If lower than 10, it does nothing and you take damage as normal. Does not reflect conditions, but will prevent them if you roll a 15.
Instead of a Dex saving throwing, you roll your attack+hit, 20+5=25
Frostbite slams his ax into the lightning bolt's path just a it connects, hurtling it back through the air. =
The Wizard is struck by the returned energy, takes 48 Damage, and is vaporized instantly. His clothes drop to the floor as the flesh is seared from his bones in a flash.
Finally, the mountain is right there. Genndale is a mining town, directly connected to it. Your path is maybe a minute walking straight back from the tower, and depending on whether you go in or up, the mine and start to the summit are left and right.
"This is above the expectation I set, but I will see where it will lead,"Torke pauses before he speaks any more, and for the first time, is clearly unsettled by some feeling, "Go along now, acquaintances, make your needs be done quick," completing his sentence, he strides away without taking any of the presented items, yet he feels that it is uneccesary of his self to do so. Nonetheless, he would be the first to be on Mr. Wilcox's side, deeming this experience to be worth when it presents itself.
In the frame of time accessible, Torke wonders why he made this journey in the first place. Was it for self-gain? Does he truly wish to find even a slim chance of his tribe's existence once he took up the pact? His tribe was not open of his attempt of needlessly wasting resources for pride, but it was safer to be within the life of a tribesmen than to go so far from where he started. But the longsword had influenced his thought, that much was certain, giving rise to the willingness of not just survival, but to seek out something. A want to be known not for abiding his old life, and be rewarded from the effort he conveyed to be a part of the cards that were laid to him. Maybe this patron has an ulterior motive, but if both gain from this, he sees there not to be a reason for a risk of safety.
But this grand scheme will either fulfill or deny this. He does not know, and neither does his patron. A risk willing to take.
You all follow Wilcox outside, leaving a healing, sprint, and regular surge potion behind.
He walks slightly ahead of you with conviction towards the center of town in the direction of the river. You can see that anyone who has stayed in town has disappeared inside locked doors. Whatever was blowing the horn has stopped, and the clouds have blotted out the sun. It isn't raining, but its extremely cold, to the point where if it were raining, it would be snow.
A few minutes longer, and you're back at the bridge. You immediately notice that there is an impossible direct line between where the clouds are and where a bright, intensely shining sun burn through on the other side of it. Wilcox runs onto the crossing, frantically looking for something on either side of the shore. Perhaps the first time he has lost his calm, he repeats in increasing agitation,
"Where is he? WHERE IS HE?"
Frostbite only,
Outside the watchtower you see that you could make it to the Mountain, but you are also aware that there is a cold front covering the whole town. It isn't snowing, but if it did, its going to be a blizzard judging from how dark and thick the clouds are.
(Also when you grabbed it, the marble felt like flowing water, but it isn't wet. It displaced slightly when touched but reformed its sphere around your fingers. There is something fragile in the middle that you are actually holding, the "dry" water swirling around it.)
FrostBite looks at his Greatax in wonder as the Wizard enchants his weapon. "I am not sure I am worthy of this gift but I will make use of it and will do my best to master it. Thank you for the way back to my companions. At the moment I would like to visit the base of the Mountain. You know before I go back." FrostBite looks down at the small marble being as careful as he can with it.
As the Dragonborn walks outside he looks to the darkened sky, watching as the clouds gather around the mountain. The cold doesn't bother him and he doesn't plan to go that far. As he follows the path to the base he looks to the left towards the mine before heading right. Once he has started the incline the Barbarian would drop to one knee and with the empty hand place it on the ground. He would close his eyes and listen to the surroundings trying his best to get a sense of if the mountain is giving off the energy he felt in his dreams.
Something reaches out through the cold. Even for you, this blizzard is an intense biting chill that does not leave. Beneath the layers of stinging frost, you can sense a connection to a very living presence as you've felt before. It does not feel like last time, in the dream. It feels much closer, like you are on the cusp of accomplishment.
The cold becomes greater, the wind howling and the blizzard gaining speed. Your limbs become painfully still, nearly unable to unclench from their positions. As you kneel waiting for the presence, you can feel yourself draining away.
Your teeth stop chattering in your mouth as your muscles squeeze them into a vicegrip. Every stretch of living fiber in your body does the same, trying to stop your blood flow from freezing solid.
When you finally imagine the idea of unconsciousness as a reality, it is too late. You a unable to move, unable to release this grip. A fearful thought of death flashes before the sense of accomplishment returns, and she is there.
It is now a white out. There is nothing around but falling snow. You cannot see the town. You cannot see the path. You cannot even see the mountain you kneel upon, your hand now buried in snow.
Blue eyes. Like yours.
Blue eyes stare at you. They are big, but they are young. From your hand the marble pulls itself, floating in front of you like a blue pearl.
These blue eyes, they see this, they understand its meaning.
Then they close, and reopen looking upwards.
An enormous, hurricane force wind blows you to your back, and the blue pearl is lost!
Moments later, you feel an iron grip dig into your shoulders, and your feet dragged violently about the ground as you are lifted into the air.
Eyes open, you see yourself leaving the ground, then away from the mountain, over the town, and finally, deep into the storm clouds above.
You are thrashed about with pellets of ice and hail crashing into you like waves on a small boat in the ocean.
The pain is so intense, the biting cold, the blusterous force upward, the piercing hail!
Then it stops.
You are above the clouds.
You are in the air.
You are in the talons of a young glacial wyrm, and you are being carried away from the mountain, towards a burning heat.
Otherwise clueless, Sam hangs around after visiting and talking with the smith. He notes that he should keep his eyes out for this rare metal as they travel, but doesn't purchase anything.
In the Alchemist's den, you see there are: (1) healing, (1) Surge, (1), Sprint potions. Make your selection of them, then join Torke & Prosinet at the middle of the bridge between the clouds and sun from the last post.
With this, everyone should be at the bridge, have purchased\not purchased things from the market, and ready for the next step.
FrostBite didn't realize that the storm would hit so quickly. The wizard had warned him that the storms were not natural but he had never been worried about blizzards before so there was no reason to worry now. That was the last thought going through his mind as his body started to freeze up and the end looked to be in sight.
As he senses once more the energy he opens his eyes one last time and is struck dumb as he gazes into the eye. A dragon's eye. Maybe he had pleased his ancestors and this is his gift. To be taken to the afterlife by a wildling dragon. He willingly allows his soul rest, to be taken where it needs, but as the marble is released from his hand he is confused. He was still alive. Reaching for the marble as his only lifeline out of the storm he is still restrained by the cold of the storm. His arms not responding to commands from his brain. Too late he lands on his back, broken from his stasis, looking around for the location of the marble before he is grabbed and ripped from the ground.
Bursting from the storm, FrostBite looks into the darkness as the stars start to come into focus. The moon glows across his scales and the ones on the creature currently carrying him. Carrying him to where was the question. He had a feeling they were moving away from the mountain but that did not mean it was helping him. Maybe it had taken the opportunity to grab a weak prey and is taking him to its lair. But the energy of the mountain still lingered in his mind.
In Draconic. "Fine beast. If you have any intelligence please tell me now if this is to be my last moments in this world. We share a bloodline and no matter how diluted mine has become I cannot stand by as I am devoured. I will fight tooth and nail. I wish you no harm so if that is to be my fate put me out of my misery now and drop me to my doom." Even as the words leave his maw they do not ring with the truth of what was happening. FrostBite could still feel the energy of the mountain radiating from this winged creature. Maybe his first thoughts were closer to the truth then he thought. Maybe the ancestors were looking out for him.
Looking forward, in the direction they were traveling, the Dragonborn could see a haze forming on the horizon. Maybe the night was further on than he thought. Could that be the sunrise? Whatever it was he was but a helpless passenger dragged once more towards his fate.
"Darss Dokaal, my blood. By the sign of Leventhix you are carried to your fate. If you seek harm, you shall find it. If you would fight, fight the enemy."
These words ring in your ears as the guttural voice of the draconic from an actual dragon carries for miles in all directions. The wings beat heavily and then there is a plunge downward. Your speed increases double, triple, and you enter the clouds again. They are less treacherous than before, only an icy mist now. When you land, you are placed gently down, and the dragon glides to its front legs before spinning about to face you again.
It looks at you, from this small distance. It isn't sure what to make of you, but doesn't consider you an enemy at the moment. Though it suggested it was friendly, its clearly prepared for battle. It makes its decision, then begins to walk towards you, in a way that suggests it wishes to leave the clearing you landed it and move towards the sounds of rushing water.
As it comes closer you realize, the thing is massive! Yes it had you in its claws, but as far as dragons go. this is far to large to be a normal young white. If not for the youth in its eyes, there'd be no way to tell how old it is.
TORKE, Sam, Prosinet:
From the bridge, you see Wilcox maintain his hurried appearance. He's worried still, and now on the side of the river covered in sun. You all follow him over, looking for something in the water and on the bridge that clearly isn't there. He calls out,
"WHERE ARE YOU GOD DAMMIT?!"
From above the clouds, Sam hears a terrible sound falling to the ground. Behind the group, something moves through the trees. On the left, on the town side, something comes from just out of sight, in the small thickets surrounding the town. On the right, the forest side, the sound of many falling trees can be heard, a mighty crack before each one.
"No no no no! We're not ready!"
Wilcox runs down to the river, frantically wading through the water throwing it in the air in frustration
Torke retroactively places a hand on his longsword, yet the cold tells him otherwise and he leaves his hand to be free. Torke briskly walks normally in the circumstances presented, he is not comfortable. Although the patches of scales do pose to have some aid in regulating his body's heat, his clothing is clearly not made for this particular temperature.
Prosinet and Silvercoins,
On the bridge, Torke takes a heartbeat to grasp the impossibility presented to them. While not naturally perceptive, his eyes can tell for it to be real, if not clearly a surreal phenomenon. Nonetheless, a clear smirk from him is visible as he sees Mr. Wilcox agitated. Upon this, he remembers Mr. Wilcox's words as they left the Alchemist's Den. So, Torke moves himself pass the line of thick clouds into the visible sun as he crosses the bridge, and he finally draws his longsword. He looks toward Mr. Wilcox to say, "I am sure what you are looking for can be found by force, if it is what you mentioned earlier, no?" Torke says as his tone lightens, and his eyes begin to focus to the shore. He holds the blade on his main-hand, and channels the evocation once more that causes the arcane wisps of white to form as a cluster on his off-hand, releasing an Eldritch Blast that arc toward the shore in hopes of drawing attention. If anyone intervenes as he does so, he will still follow through regardless.
"Ah, my thought was wrong," Torke says, standing in the place he had taken as he blasted the water with his spell. His hands beneath his gloves tighten, the stain still visible from before they had embarked, within Wilcox's manor.
With the blast leaving his blade, Wilcox reaches out in a vain attempt to stop the blast. As it collides with the water, Wilcox is thrown onto the shore from the blast.
He looks up at Torke, finally hearing the sounds from the Forest, and scrambles up the hillside. He runs to the pathway infront of the Forest and shouts,
"HERE! HE IS HERE!"
A massive mountain of a man walks from the trees. On his back, a lance held in a striking position, glimmering blue-white scale armor over his chest. Each step he takes towards you seems to increase the temperature a little to the point where standing within eyeshot of him makes you sweat. The beast walks single minded to the bridge, and on the other side, finally stepping into the light from the mist....
...Is fully grown white dragon.
Frostbite only,
You have to decide how to announce your presence, what you will do with the pending confrontation at the bridge, and what information to give if any. As far as they know, this is a fully grown feral white dragon, one of the most aggressive chaotic evil dragons there are.
You could see everything described above from the cover of the landing spot, but you have to follow the dragon into the river area to interact.
Sam instinctively grabs at his sword hilt, but has no plans on attacking. He'll back up toward cover, keeping his eyes on things and attempting to keep the party in his view in case they need to get involved somehow.
Prosinet will run over to Wilcox, "Gods, what is going on here? Who's side are we on, who is that guy, is that a Dragon. a real life dragon!! Oh my god we are going to die, this is it, it's all over. Here lies Prosinet, killed in a fight he didn't want. to enemies he didn't know. And as always afraid."
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Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
"...Stay within equal distance of my remaining companions," Torke mutters to his own conscious, taking position inbetween the Human Sam, and Forest Gnome Prosinet and Mr. Wilcox, though he is nearer to both of them to be within a good 10 feet. Sweating from this colossal humanoid's affect, he blinks for a few moments to validate his sight. Upon the fact that it is real, Torke is left to his own thoughts as his senses race against him. "This is above my knowledge, and experience—" Torke snaps toward the image of a white dragon appearing in the distance from the mist, he wields his longsword on his main-hand, "A meaning to this would be necessary, Mr. Wilcox." Torke says with a cold expression indirectly to Mr. Wilcox due to his focus split between these two imposing entities; a clear showing that he is suspecting of a battle to ensue with a likely chance of their demise.
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Wilcox stares at Prosinet for a moment, working through how he'd like to present the information.
After some long seconds, he relents,
"I desperately hope that you all understand, things here don't just happen. You were all brought during a time of great change and historical significance. "What is coming?" is a two fold question. From the river, comes something evil. From the mountains, comes something ancient. In not much time at all, we may yet see what I spoke of earlier take place again."
He grabs a bottle of magical surge and walks outside waiting for you all.
DM eyes Only
"You tell me all of this as if it just clears everything up. So you saw me and the snake thing climbing the mountain, the one I see in my dreams I am guessing, but then in the same breath, you say the fates split me from my new companions. I don't see the reason for this. Why do all you old people have to talk in riddles?"
FrostBite looks out of the window for a moment trying to digest the information. "What is it you are asking me to do? You want me to hunt some unnatural occurrence that stoped the land from being covered in winter or stop the thing causing places to become covered in winter. Neither of those seems to be a reasonable request. You may need a weather wizard not a Dragonborn brute."
Frostbite only,
The rune keeper considers your words well before speaking, giving you an honest consideration.
"Maybe you believe I have hand selected you to be here. I have not. Perhaps you believe I am anything more than a slightly more informed pawn. If so, in this too you are mistaken. I am only trying to explain to you the situation we find ourselves in, as best as we understand it, and the necessary choices to be made."
He pulls a small marble from his pocket, and rolls it towards you across the table nearby. It stops on the edge, almost as if its waiting for you.
"You've understand correctly, however, and I am indeed asking you to change the weather. How you do so remains your choice, and the path back to your friends is here.
He makes a gesture towards the marble, points to it, then closes his hand in a crushing motion.
"Consider this too, Dragonborn, as it is truth. If it were as simple as casting Call of the Storm or contacting a Druidic circle, a man of my talents could do so."
He seems to lose interest in the conversation a bit, his shoulders relaxing and his demeanor less serious.
"And old people speak in riddles to avoid taking sides before we know what side the person with whom we are speaking is on."
He plucks a book from the same table the marble is on and reads it absent minded.
DM Eyes only
Frostbite will pick the marble off the table and look around the rest of the room for anything that might be recognizable as helpful for the mission ahead.
Perception 1
"Thank you for your time and I apologise for the manner in which I asked my questions. You may only be an informed pawn. I am not even that. I am but a crumb pushed around a plate by the powers that be. Sooner or later I am consumed."
Looking back out the window towards the mountain he decides that maybe he won't hurry to return just yet. If their destination was indeed the mountain then maybe he would take a moment to visit the base.
(How far is the base of the Mountain?)
Frostbite Only
While Frostbite perception shows him nothing, the weary wizard gives him a break,
"You'd be hard pressed to find a source strong enough to crush one such as you, I think. Give yourself a little more credit."
He hands you a mirrored blade enchantment, and a business card. The card is small but bigger than a normal one, about the size of an average poker card. It only has one word written across it, and the image of the watchtower in Genndale. There is a brilliant white embroidery along the border of it.
The enhancement will reflect single target spells if you can react to them in time. When targeted with a single target spell, roll a D20, add your hit with that weapon. If its over 15, shoot the energy into the distance, if its 20, reflect it right back for double the intended MAXIMUM damage. If lower than 10, it does nothing and you take damage as normal. Does not reflect conditions, but will prevent them if you roll a 15.
For example:
Wizard casts Lightning Bolt at Frostbite! 14
Instead of a Dex saving throwing, you roll your attack+hit, 20+5=25
Frostbite slams his ax into the lightning bolt's path just a it connects, hurtling it back through the air. =
The Wizard is struck by the returned energy, takes 48 Damage, and is vaporized instantly. His clothes drop to the floor as the flesh is seared from his bones in a flash.
Finally, the mountain is right there. Genndale is a mining town, directly connected to it. Your path is maybe a minute walking straight back from the tower, and depending on whether you go in or up, the mine and start to the summit are left and right.
Torke Aldrehas
"This is above the expectation I set, but I will see where it will lead," Torke pauses before he speaks any more, and for the first time, is clearly unsettled by some feeling, "Go along now, acquaintances, make your needs be done quick," completing his sentence, he strides away without taking any of the presented items, yet he feels that it is uneccesary of his self to do so. Nonetheless, he would be the first to be on Mr. Wilcox's side, deeming this experience to be worth when it presents itself.
In the frame of time accessible, Torke wonders why he made this journey in the first place. Was it for self-gain? Does he truly wish to find even a slim chance of his tribe's existence once he took up the pact? His tribe was not open of his attempt of needlessly wasting resources for pride, but it was safer to be within the life of a tribesmen than to go so far from where he started. But the longsword had influenced his thought, that much was certain, giving rise to the willingness of not just survival, but to seek out something. A want to be known not for abiding his old life, and be rewarded from the effort he conveyed to be a part of the cards that were laid to him. Maybe this patron has an ulterior motive, but if both gain from this, he sees there not to be a reason for a risk of safety.
But this grand scheme will either fulfill or deny this. He does not know, and neither does his patron. A risk willing to take.
"Well we are most likely going to need all the help we can get here today!" Prosinet scoops one of everything presented, and follows the others out/
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Prosinet, & Torke,
You all follow Wilcox outside, leaving a healing, sprint, and regular surge potion behind.
He walks slightly ahead of you with conviction towards the center of town in the direction of the river. You can see that anyone who has stayed in town has disappeared inside locked doors. Whatever was blowing the horn has stopped, and the clouds have blotted out the sun. It isn't raining, but its extremely cold, to the point where if it were raining, it would be snow.
A few minutes longer, and you're back at the bridge. You immediately notice that there is an impossible direct line between where the clouds are and where a bright, intensely shining sun burn through on the other side of it. Wilcox runs onto the crossing, frantically looking for something on either side of the shore. Perhaps the first time he has lost his calm, he repeats in increasing agitation,
"Where is he? WHERE IS HE?"
Frostbite only,
Outside the watchtower you see that you could make it to the Mountain, but you are also aware that there is a cold front covering the whole town. It isn't snowing, but if it did, its going to be a blizzard judging from how dark and thick the clouds are.
(Also when you grabbed it, the marble felt like flowing water, but it isn't wet. It displaced slightly when touched but reformed its sphere around your fingers. There is something fragile in the middle that you are actually holding, the "dry" water swirling around it.)
DM Eyes only
FrostBite looks at his Greatax in wonder as the Wizard enchants his weapon. "I am not sure I am worthy of this gift but I will make use of it and will do my best to master it. Thank you for the way back to my companions. At the moment I would like to visit the base of the Mountain. You know before I go back." FrostBite looks down at the small marble being as careful as he can with it.
As the Dragonborn walks outside he looks to the darkened sky, watching as the clouds gather around the mountain. The cold doesn't bother him and he doesn't plan to go that far. As he follows the path to the base he looks to the left towards the mine before heading right. Once he has started the incline the Barbarian would drop to one knee and with the empty hand place it on the ground. He would close his eyes and listen to the surroundings trying his best to get a sense of if the mountain is giving off the energy he felt in his dreams.
Frostbite only
Something reaches out through the cold. Even for you, this blizzard is an intense biting chill that does not leave. Beneath the layers of stinging frost, you can sense a connection to a very living presence as you've felt before. It does not feel like last time, in the dream. It feels much closer, like you are on the cusp of accomplishment.
The cold becomes greater, the wind howling and the blizzard gaining speed. Your limbs become painfully still, nearly unable to unclench from their positions. As you kneel waiting for the presence, you can feel yourself draining away.
Your teeth stop chattering in your mouth as your muscles squeeze them into a vicegrip. Every stretch of living fiber in your body does the same, trying to stop your blood flow from freezing solid.
When you finally imagine the idea of unconsciousness as a reality, it is too late. You a unable to move, unable to release this grip. A fearful thought of death flashes before the sense of accomplishment returns, and she is there.
It is now a white out. There is nothing around but falling snow. You cannot see the town. You cannot see the path. You cannot even see the mountain you kneel upon, your hand now buried in snow.
Blue eyes. Like yours.
Blue eyes stare at you. They are big, but they are young. From your hand the marble pulls itself, floating in front of you like a blue pearl.
These blue eyes, they see this, they understand its meaning.
Then they close, and reopen looking upwards.
An enormous, hurricane force wind blows you to your back, and the blue pearl is lost!
Moments later, you feel an iron grip dig into your shoulders, and your feet dragged violently about the ground as you are lifted into the air.
Eyes open, you see yourself leaving the ground, then away from the mountain, over the town, and finally, deep into the storm clouds above.
You are thrashed about with pellets of ice and hail crashing into you like waves on a small boat in the ocean.
The pain is so intense, the biting cold, the blusterous force upward, the piercing hail!
Then it stops.
You are above the clouds.
You are in the air.
You are in the talons of a young glacial wyrm, and you are being carried away from the mountain, towards a burning heat.
Otherwise clueless, Sam hangs around after visiting and talking with the smith. He notes that he should keep his eyes out for this rare metal as they travel, but doesn't purchase anything.
DM - Above & Below
Sam,
In the Alchemist's den, you see there are: (1) healing, (1) Surge, (1), Sprint potions. Make your selection of them, then join Torke & Prosinet at the middle of the bridge between the clouds and sun from the last post.
With this, everyone should be at the bridge, have purchased\not purchased things from the market, and ready for the next step.
Is surge potion 25% of your HP healed? If so, Sam will take that. Thanks!
DM - Above & Below
DM eyes Only
FrostBite didn't realize that the storm would hit so quickly. The wizard had warned him that the storms were not natural but he had never been worried about blizzards before so there was no reason to worry now. That was the last thought going through his mind as his body started to freeze up and the end looked to be in sight.
As he senses once more the energy he opens his eyes one last time and is struck dumb as he gazes into the eye. A dragon's eye. Maybe he had pleased his ancestors and this is his gift. To be taken to the afterlife by a wildling dragon. He willingly allows his soul rest, to be taken where it needs, but as the marble is released from his hand he is confused. He was still alive. Reaching for the marble as his only lifeline out of the storm he is still restrained by the cold of the storm. His arms not responding to commands from his brain. Too late he lands on his back, broken from his stasis, looking around for the location of the marble before he is grabbed and ripped from the ground.
Bursting from the storm, FrostBite looks into the darkness as the stars start to come into focus. The moon glows across his scales and the ones on the creature currently carrying him. Carrying him to where was the question. He had a feeling they were moving away from the mountain but that did not mean it was helping him. Maybe it had taken the opportunity to grab a weak prey and is taking him to its lair. But the energy of the mountain still lingered in his mind.
In Draconic. "Fine beast. If you have any intelligence please tell me now if this is to be my last moments in this world. We share a bloodline and no matter how diluted mine has become I cannot stand by as I am devoured. I will fight tooth and nail. I wish you no harm so if that is to be my fate put me out of my misery now and drop me to my doom." Even as the words leave his maw they do not ring with the truth of what was happening. FrostBite could still feel the energy of the mountain radiating from this winged creature. Maybe his first thoughts were closer to the truth then he thought. Maybe the ancestors were looking out for him.
Looking forward, in the direction they were traveling, the Dragonborn could see a haze forming on the horizon. Maybe the night was further on than he thought. Could that be the sunrise? Whatever it was he was but a helpless passenger dragged once more towards his fate.
Frostbite Only
"Darss Dokaal, my blood. By the sign of Leventhix you are carried to your fate. If you seek harm, you shall find it. If you would fight, fight the enemy."
These words ring in your ears as the guttural voice of the draconic from an actual dragon carries for miles in all directions. The wings beat heavily and then there is a plunge downward. Your speed increases double, triple, and you enter the clouds again. They are less treacherous than before, only an icy mist now. When you land, you are placed gently down, and the dragon glides to its front legs before spinning about to face you again.
It looks at you, from this small distance. It isn't sure what to make of you, but doesn't consider you an enemy at the moment. Though it suggested it was friendly, its clearly prepared for battle. It makes its decision, then begins to walk towards you, in a way that suggests it wishes to leave the clearing you landed it and move towards the sounds of rushing water.
As it comes closer you realize, the thing is massive! Yes it had you in its claws, but as far as dragons go. this is far to large to be a normal young white. If not for the youth in its eyes, there'd be no way to tell how old it is.
TORKE, Sam, Prosinet:
From the bridge, you see Wilcox maintain his hurried appearance. He's worried still, and now on the side of the river covered in sun. You all follow him over, looking for something in the water and on the bridge that clearly isn't there. He calls out,
"WHERE ARE YOU GOD DAMMIT?!"
From above the clouds, Sam hears a terrible sound falling to the ground. Behind the group, something moves through the trees. On the left, on the town side, something comes from just out of sight, in the small thickets surrounding the town. On the right, the forest side, the sound of many falling trees can be heard, a mighty crack before each one.
"No no no no! We're not ready!"
Wilcox runs down to the river, frantically wading through the water throwing it in the air in frustration
"WHERE IS HE!!!!!"
Torke Aldrehas
Torke retroactively places a hand on his longsword, yet the cold tells him otherwise and he leaves his hand to be free. Torke briskly walks normally in the circumstances presented, he is not comfortable. Although the patches of scales do pose to have some aid in regulating his body's heat, his clothing is clearly not made for this particular temperature.
Prosinet and Silvercoins,
On the bridge, Torke takes a heartbeat to grasp the impossibility presented to them. While not naturally perceptive, his eyes can tell for it to be real, if not clearly a surreal phenomenon. Nonetheless, a clear smirk from him is visible as he sees Mr. Wilcox agitated. Upon this, he remembers Mr. Wilcox's words as they left the Alchemist's Den. So, Torke moves himself pass the line of thick clouds into the visible sun as he crosses the bridge, and he finally draws his longsword. He looks toward Mr. Wilcox to say, "I am sure what you are looking for can be found by force, if it is what you mentioned earlier, no?" Torke says as his tone lightens, and his eyes begin to focus to the shore. He holds the blade on his main-hand, and channels the evocation once more that causes the arcane wisps of white to form as a cluster on his off-hand, releasing an Eldritch Blast that arc toward the shore in hopes of drawing attention. If anyone intervenes as he does so, he will still follow through regardless.
Eldritch Blast Damage roll: 8
"Ah, my thought was wrong," Torke says, standing in the place he had taken as he blasted the water with his spell. His hands beneath his gloves tighten, the stain still visible from before they had embarked, within Wilcox's manor.
EVERYONE:
With the blast leaving his blade, Wilcox reaches out in a vain attempt to stop the blast. As it collides with the water, Wilcox is thrown onto the shore from the blast.
He looks up at Torke, finally hearing the sounds from the Forest, and scrambles up the hillside. He runs to the pathway infront of the Forest and shouts,
"HERE! HE IS HERE!"
A massive mountain of a man walks from the trees. On his back, a lance held in a striking position, glimmering blue-white scale armor over his chest. Each step he takes towards you seems to increase the temperature a little to the point where standing within eyeshot of him makes you sweat. The beast walks single minded to the bridge, and on the other side, finally stepping into the light from the mist....
...Is fully grown white dragon.
Frostbite only,
You have to decide how to announce your presence, what you will do with the pending confrontation at the bridge, and what information to give if any. As far as they know, this is a fully grown feral white dragon, one of the most aggressive chaotic evil dragons there are.
You could see everything described above from the cover of the landing spot, but you have to follow the dragon into the river area to interact.
Sam instinctively grabs at his sword hilt, but has no plans on attacking. He'll back up toward cover, keeping his eyes on things and attempting to keep the party in his view in case they need to get involved somehow.
DM - Above & Below
Prosinet will run over to Wilcox, "Gods, what is going on here? Who's side are we on, who is that guy, is that a Dragon. a real life dragon!! Oh my god we are going to die, this is it, it's all over. Here lies Prosinet, killed in a fight he didn't want. to enemies he didn't know. And as always afraid."
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Torke Aldrehas
"...Stay within equal distance of my remaining companions," Torke mutters to his own conscious, taking position inbetween the Human Sam, and Forest Gnome Prosinet and Mr. Wilcox, though he is nearer to both of them to be within a good 10 feet. Sweating from this colossal humanoid's affect, he blinks for a few moments to validate his sight. Upon the fact that it is real, Torke is left to his own thoughts as his senses race against him. "This is above my knowledge, and experience—" Torke snaps toward the image of a white dragon appearing in the distance from the mist, he wields his longsword on his main-hand, "A meaning to this would be necessary, Mr. Wilcox." Torke says with a cold expression indirectly to Mr. Wilcox due to his focus split between these two imposing entities; a clear showing that he is suspecting of a battle to ensue with a likely chance of their demise.