“Very well then.” Kazri replies to Rhogar. She sits down, crosses her legs, and tries to get some rest.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
An hour passes quickly and quietly as you each rest in your own fashion. You are exhausted from the previous test and yet still feel you have the strength to finish the last test.
You move to the last room, the last test and with, perhaps, some apprehension you open the door. Once again your surroundings vanish in a flurry of snow and ice. When your vision clears, you find yourself standing at the edge of a camp under a clear sky. All the warriors in camp appear to be sharpening their weapons. Each party member has again a tiny, glowing snowflake floating a few inches above them—the symbol of the Frostmaiden.
None of the warriors look familiar and you have now seen enough Reghed barbarians to recognize that the furs they wear often identify their tribe. The stripes of a tiger can be seen on some furs.
"I'm glad that I was proved wrong, we are all together." says Krom looking at the group "I wonder what this test will entail then." He points at the Reghed barbarians "It looks like that the Tribe of the Tiger is preparing for battle."
Kazri just holds her shield, and does not take out her sword. “Perhaps we should try the diplomatic approach first.”
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Rekuberk looks unimpressed as he has to get up again, shaking his head and drawing his blade before they even step foot towards the next test. Regardless of the way that the tribesmen look he will call forth the flames to cover his sword if the magic answers his call.
Rhogar nodded along in agreement to Krom, and yet would continue to look concerned all the same. And just as when he thought to speak, Rekuberk's attempt at least in igniting his blade actually startles the Bronze for a moment, before he lets out a weak chuckle. "I think by diplomatic approach, she was referring to of the speaking kind, Rekuberk I'm almost sorry to say." With that said, the Dragonborn would begin to approach the tribesman to within fifteen feet of them if not bid to stop sooner and greets them in both a off wave and word. "Hoi there and well met! Planning to go on a hunt? Or is something far more amiss for you all? The maiden's.... emissaries would hear of either and confer her wisdom."
Chill, with a groan, got up to follow the others to the last test. He was finally starting to feel warm again from the previous test and his fingers felt nimble, and lucky, again.
As they appeared in another Reghed camp he remarked out loud to the others "Ol' Auril isn't much for different ideas is she? Just one camp of barbarians after another. Maybe change things up a bit? Can't we snuggle with some yeti or chase some crag cats?"
Chill stays to the back of the group but sticks with them this time.
Krom chuckles a bit at Rhogar's comment and then follows the dragonborn as he approaches the barbarian. He stays a little behind him, but not too far in case the barbarians decide to take a more aggressive stance towards the group.
Kazri stays close to Rhogar, and let him speak with the tribe people. “I do sense a theme here Chill.” She replies to the party’s Rogue as he distanced himself.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Unlike your previous encounters with Reghed tribes where the people were hesitant about you or fearful and at least respectful this group seems down right joyful to see you.
One particular woman steps out towards you, a large saber-toothed tiger walks next to her. She then looks back at the gathering members of the tribe.
“Auril has blessed us!” she shouts to every other warrior in earshot. “The Frostmaiden has sent emissaries to watch our camp while we complete our mission!”
Rhogar folded a hand behind his back and raised a brow ridge at the declaration. Though until things died down just a little, he'd refrain from saying a word. Just as the did however...
"A rousing speech. But might we have words -- brief words before your party is to leave, uhm... I hesitate to presume, but you are the leader than of this tribe? Or at least its, uh... not sure if this would be the right word in the common tongue, but the warchief of the Tiger tribe?"
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"Not the reaction that I was expecting, but at least they are not hostile." thinks Krom as the warchief of the Tiger Tribe addresses the rest of the tribe. Krom keeps his hand on the head of the war hammer in a relaxed and not aggressive stance and nods in the direction of Rhogar as he finishes his speech.
Kazri lets her shield’s bottom rest on the ground in front of her, and she holds it with both hands. She concentrates for a moment and casts Speak with Animals. “Greetings.” She addresses the large tiger.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"I am Queen of the Tiger Tribe, Bjornhild Solvigsdottir. Greetings and thank you for the honor of visiting us this day emissaries of Auril. I am planning to attack a nearby Elk Tribe camp and steal their food. I am taking every member of my camp with me, hoping that overwhelming numbers will make the unsuspecting Elk tribesfolk give up without a fight. I ask you to honor us by staying behind and watch over my camp until I return. I expect to be back in a day or two. " She replies
The tiger gives a curt nod to Kazri. " You honor me warrior of Auril. May fortune shine on you." The tiger answers Kazri.
"So this is our test, defending their camp, but I wonder, defending it from who or what creature." thinks the dwarf as the Queen of the Tiger Tribe speaks. "All the tribes serve a purpose for the Frostmaiden, Queen Bjornhild." says Krom
Rhogar clenched his jaw and looked to be even physically pained by the news. Yet after taking a moment to close his eyes and take a breath, the Dragonborn nodded once quietly at some unspoken thought before regarding the Queen calmly once more. "... Indeed. A fitting test for both sides. Your cunning and numbers versues their endurance. I would wish you good fortunes, but you have already been given plenty in our staying behind to watch over your camp. So instead, all I can say is rest assured that it will be good hands, and... go with her blessings, such as they are."
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"I wish you good hunting." Kazri replies to the tiger. "I agree with Chill. Perhaps we all could use a little bit of rest." She looks around to see if there is anything that she can do to help the tribe's departure.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"I will not say not to a rest." whispers Krom to Kazri. The dwarf gives a look at the camp trying to determine its most vulnerable and most defensible positions.
Excellent! Bjornhild says. She waves to man who steps forward. Show the emissaries where they may stay while we are gone. Make sure there is food enough for them.
The man beckons to you and you follow him to a large tent in the center of the camp. Around you, as you pass through the camp, every member of the tribe is geared for battle and is heading out of camp. The Tribe of the Tiger is ready to go. The man shows you inside and there is plenty of space, and privacy, for each you.
Blessing to you he says as he also then heads out of camp with the rest of the tribe.
Unless you have final questions for him or Bjornhild, and there is not much time, the tribe is moving out you now spend 2 days in the camp.
Describe what you are doing to pass the time.
Everyone give me 2 Survival rolls
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“Very well then.” Kazri replies to Rhogar. She sits down, crosses her legs, and tries to get some rest.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
An hour passes quickly and quietly as you each rest in your own fashion. You are exhausted from the previous test and yet still feel you have the strength to finish the last test.
You move to the last room, the last test and with, perhaps, some apprehension you open the door. Once again your surroundings vanish in a flurry of snow and ice. When your vision clears, you find yourself standing at the edge of a camp under a clear sky. All the warriors in camp appear to be sharpening their weapons. Each party member has again a tiny, glowing snowflake floating a few inches above them—the symbol of the Frostmaiden.
None of the warriors look familiar and you have now seen enough Reghed barbarians to recognize that the furs they wear often identify their tribe. The stripes of a tiger can be seen on some furs.
"I'm glad that I was proved wrong, we are all together." says Krom looking at the group "I wonder what this test will entail then."
He points at the Reghed barbarians "It looks like that the Tribe of the Tiger is preparing for battle."
Kazri just holds her shield, and does not take out her sword. “Perhaps we should try the diplomatic approach first.”
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Rekuberk looks unimpressed as he has to get up again, shaking his head and drawing his blade before they even step foot towards the next test. Regardless of the way that the tribesmen look he will call forth the flames to cover his sword if the magic answers his call.
Rhogar nodded along in agreement to Krom, and yet would continue to look concerned all the same. And just as when he thought to speak, Rekuberk's attempt at least in igniting his blade actually startles the Bronze for a moment, before he lets out a weak chuckle. "I think by diplomatic approach, she was referring to of the speaking kind, Rekuberk I'm almost sorry to say." With that said, the Dragonborn would begin to approach the tribesman to within fifteen feet of them if not bid to stop sooner and greets them in both a off wave and word. "Hoi there and well met! Planning to go on a hunt? Or is something far more amiss for you all? The maiden's.... emissaries would hear of either and confer her wisdom."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Chill, with a groan, got up to follow the others to the last test. He was finally starting to feel warm again from the previous test and his fingers felt nimble, and lucky, again.
As they appeared in another Reghed camp he remarked out loud to the others "Ol' Auril isn't much for different ideas is she? Just one camp of barbarians after another. Maybe change things up a bit? Can't we snuggle with some yeti or chase some crag cats?"
Chill stays to the back of the group but sticks with them this time.
Krom chuckles a bit at Rhogar's comment and then follows the dragonborn as he approaches the barbarian. He stays a little behind him, but not too far in case the barbarians decide to take a more aggressive stance towards the group.
Kazri stays close to Rhogar, and let him speak with the tribe people. “I do sense a theme here Chill.” She replies to the party’s Rogue as he distanced himself.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Unlike your previous encounters with Reghed tribes where the people were hesitant about you or fearful and at least respectful this group seems down right joyful to see you.
One particular woman steps out towards you, a large saber-toothed tiger walks next to her. She then looks back at the gathering members of the tribe.
“Auril has blessed us!” she shouts to every other warrior in earshot. “The Frostmaiden has sent emissaries to watch our camp while we complete our mission!”
Rhogar folded a hand behind his back and raised a brow ridge at the declaration. Though until things died down just a little, he'd refrain from saying a word. Just as the did however...
"A rousing speech. But might we have words -- brief words before your party is to leave, uhm... I hesitate to presume, but you are the leader than of this tribe? Or at least its, uh... not sure if this would be the right word in the common tongue, but the warchief of the Tiger tribe?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Not the reaction that I was expecting, but at least they are not hostile." thinks Krom as the warchief of the Tiger Tribe addresses the rest of the tribe.
Krom keeps his hand on the head of the war hammer in a relaxed and not aggressive stance and nods in the direction of Rhogar as he finishes his speech.
Kazri lets her shield’s bottom rest on the ground in front of her, and she holds it with both hands. She concentrates for a moment and casts Speak with Animals. “Greetings.” She addresses the large tiger.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"I am Queen of the Tiger Tribe, Bjornhild Solvigsdottir. Greetings and thank you for the honor of visiting us this day emissaries of Auril. I am planning to attack a nearby Elk Tribe camp and steal their food. I am taking every member of my camp with me, hoping that overwhelming numbers will make the unsuspecting Elk tribesfolk give up without a fight. I ask you to honor us by staying behind and watch over my camp until I return. I expect to be back in a day or two. " She replies
The tiger gives a curt nod to Kazri. " You honor me warrior of Auril. May fortune shine on you." The tiger answers Kazri.
"So this is our test, defending their camp, but I wonder, defending it from who or what creature." thinks the dwarf as the Queen of the Tiger Tribe speaks.
"All the tribes serve a purpose for the Frostmaiden, Queen Bjornhild." says Krom
Chill Iistened quietly from the back and when she is done speaking he can't help but make a comment, only loud enough for his companions to hear.
"Whatever she wants, let's get this test done and over with. I'm exhausted. Sitting around a camp resting sounds good to me."
Rhogar clenched his jaw and looked to be even physically pained by the news. Yet after taking a moment to close his eyes and take a breath, the Dragonborn nodded once quietly at some unspoken thought before regarding the Queen calmly once more. "... Indeed. A fitting test for both sides. Your cunning and numbers versues their endurance. I would wish you good fortunes, but you have already been given plenty in our staying behind to watch over your camp. So instead, all I can say is rest assured that it will be good hands, and... go with her blessings, such as they are."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"I wish you good hunting." Kazri replies to the tiger. "I agree with Chill. Perhaps we all could use a little bit of rest." She looks around to see if there is anything that she can do to help the tribe's departure.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"I will not say not to a rest." whispers Krom to Kazri. The dwarf gives a look at the camp trying to determine its most vulnerable and most defensible positions.
Excellent! Bjornhild says. She waves to man who steps forward. Show the emissaries where they may stay while we are gone. Make sure there is food enough for them.
The man beckons to you and you follow him to a large tent in the center of the camp. Around you, as you pass through the camp, every member of the tribe is geared for battle and is heading out of camp. The Tribe of the Tiger is ready to go. The man shows you inside and there is plenty of space, and privacy, for each you.
Blessing to you he says as he also then heads out of camp with the rest of the tribe.
Unless you have final questions for him or Bjornhild, and there is not much time, the tribe is moving out you now spend 2 days in the camp.
Describe what you are doing to pass the time.
Everyone give me 2 Survival rolls