Karl bristles under the scrutiny of the guards, then relents. While the tundra made people sick and miserable, it could also make them tough as nails. Although he had confidence in the scale armor concealed by his cold-weather gear - he had made it himself - he didn't have confidence in his ability to subdue an entire town. Nor did he care to expend the energy to try. His resolve to chase the condemned man withers.
"Let's head back, Mannfried, Auraani. Tomorrow's a new day."
(( I don't think I have anything else to post before the night passes.))
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Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
If there are no other last-minute deeds to be done, then consider each character to have had a long rest. Vellynne is willing to put you up in the Wolf's Pelt Inn if you don't have other arrangements or are short on cash.
The next day comes, not with rising of the sun, but with a sort of collective decision in the town that enough sleep has been had, and it's time to start a new day. As people wake and feel rested and start going about their day, the gradual increase in noise snowballs until the whole town agrees that it's time to rise. The sky is clear, dark, and starry. Last night's aurora is fading. The temperature is Very Cold. Today is the 18th of Flamerule, what ought to be summertime.
Karl rolls off his cot, gathering his gear and getting dressed as quickly as he can. The cold was not kind in the morning. Or at night. Or anytime, really. He ensures his crossbow is in good order, grabs his spear, and heads down to the gate.
Seeing Nazcan waiting, he raises a hand in greeting, but saves his breath for when the others showed up.
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Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
After a typical night of tossing and turning marked by strange and terrifying dreams, Matthias arises. He rapidly wraps himself up in his leathers and his cold weather gear before sitting back on his cot for a few minutes to scribble a few words in his journal. Incomprehensible words in a language he only vaguely understands. His hand seems to move of its own volition, pouring out letters from an unknown alphabet. In but a moment, he's done. There are no more words.
He hoists his pack onto his back and heads for the town gate to meet the others. He raises a hand as he sees the others. "Morning, I suppose," he says quietly.
Looking to Karl and Nazcan, he says, "I suppose when the others arrive we need to decide which town we're headed for, eh?"
Variety rises rather reluctantly. Even with her own familiar to help keep warm things were still far too cold. She'd have to write her mother about it at some point. As she makes her preparations for the day, flipping through her spellbook while bundling up in all the layers she had available for her, vanishing Calypso to her pocket dimension, and carefully covering her head with her hat while fighting with her horns, she goes to join the group. "Sorry I'm late," she says, "It takes forever to try and get my hat to work with my horns." She draws her hood up as she mentions them.
Karl was regretting not grabbing a coffee for the road. The Inn didn't make the best stuff - it was little more than water - but any warm beverage would help him endure this weather. Once more he strips his gloves off and cradles a small flame in his hand, turning his palms over to try and chase the numbness away. I should look into crafting a vessel to hold the flame indefinitely. A warm stone would be wondrous right now.
He smiles as Variety points out her horns. Guess she isn't as nervous about being an outsider as I thought.
""Inquisitor, speaking to the faithful. I have to be really careful with scarfs, myself. Anything too close to the face better be . . . resistant."
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Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Ssej wakes up, opens his eyes, sighs and then uncurls himself from his tail. He grabs his backpack and sets off to join his new companions at the gate.
Seeing them all there waiting on him he says, "Greetingss, where we off to firsst?"
Auraani had been waiting downstairs for the others, having done her nightly meditation and packing her things back up afterwards. She walks up to the group with a smile on her face, still wondering if she could have made a difference last night, but glad she was about to be part of a group that hopefully would. "Good morning everyone, Which direction are we headed first, Bremen or Bryn Shander?"
"There are more townss in the direction of Bryn SShander unlessss you all fancy to see "Kelvin'ss Cairn", but I ssuggest we go in the direction of Bryn SShander." Ssej states.
The way to Bryn Shander is not far, about 2 hours’ walk on a snow-covered yet still well-defined road. The road is firm packed and icy in parts. The morning sky is black and peppered with stars. Last night’s aurora has faded. The air is bitterly cold, and there are no other travelers this morning.
It may be good to hash out a typical or default marching order that can be used in future if no one specifies otherwise.
About 30 minutes into your travels, you see what appears to be a slumped, unmoving body on the right edge of the road.
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((Anywhere but the very front is fine for Karl.))
Bryn Shander. It had been Karl's idea too, so he was relieved that the others seemed to have the same idea - though probably for their own reasons. He considers lighting the lantern for the journey, but surmises that this particularly route, between the two largest settlements in Ten Towns was not hospitable to mischievous nature spirits. Oil was limited, and quite expensive in a place so dark and cold.
Noticing the probable-corpse, he unceremoniously trudges to it and rolls it over. Suspecting it's identity and cause of death, he nonetheless searches for wounds or injury.
If required, medicine check: 10
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Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
OOC: Matthias would probably be best placed toward the back, but not the very last in line.
Matthias was glad to see that his general knowledge of which town was where and which one it made sense to head toward made sense. Bryn Shander it was then.
Matthias trudges along, sometimes seeming just a little unsteady under the weight of his pack. He keeps his gaze forward and uses his staff as needed. The cold weather clothing seemed to trap enough of his body heat from the walking to keep him warm, so he managed just fine.
When the group sees a body in the road, he suspects it is the town's "emissary" to the Frost Maiden. He pauses as others approach the body, scanning the area for any signs of danger--or signs of what may have happened here.
(OOC: Auraani will hang out in the back since she prefers ranged combat, but can swap to melee if needed.)
Auraani sees the body and immediately wonders the same, could it be someone cast out to the frost maiden? "Anyone we recognize Karl?" she asks, dreading the answer either way.
Of course it’s Avery, the lucky lottery winner. He lies dead, curled up on the ground, seeking that last bit of warmth within himself as his life seeped out of him. His eyes and mouth appear to be frozen, so that his final expression in life seems obscured, alienated by intruding films of ice. His robe with the six-pointed snowflake on back flutters slightly as you roll him over. His feet are white as the snow. He obviously died of exposure.
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Ssej will take lead the group as he knows he is familiar with the land but not sure on any of the others yet.
Upon seeing the body, Ssej shakes his head at the waste and then shrugs his shoulders, not his concern. He will stand watch while the others investigate the body. "Don't sspend too long with the body, the weather iss holding for now but can break badly very quickly and we don't want to be out in thiss come nightfall."
((Uh?))
Karl bristles under the scrutiny of the guards, then relents. While the tundra made people sick and miserable, it could also make them tough as nails. Although he had confidence in the scale armor concealed by his cold-weather gear - he had made it himself - he didn't have confidence in his ability to subdue an entire town. Nor did he care to expend the energy to try. His resolve to chase the condemned man withers.
"Let's head back, Mannfried, Auraani. Tomorrow's a new day."
(( I don't think I have anything else to post before the night passes.))
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
If there are no other last-minute deeds to be done, then consider each character to have had a long rest. Vellynne is willing to put you up in the Wolf's Pelt Inn if you don't have other arrangements or are short on cash.
The next day comes, not with rising of the sun, but with a sort of collective decision in the town that enough sleep has been had, and it's time to start a new day. As people wake and feel rested and start going about their day, the gradual increase in noise snowballs until the whole town agrees that it's time to rise. The sky is clear, dark, and starry. Last night's aurora is fading. The temperature is Very Cold. Today is the 18th of Flamerule, what ought to be summertime.
(Sorry, wrong thread. Put it on the correct one now.)
Nazcan wakes up and says his morning prayers, then goes down to the gate to meet the others
Karl rolls off his cot, gathering his gear and getting dressed as quickly as he can. The cold was not kind in the morning. Or at night. Or anytime, really. He ensures his crossbow is in good order, grabs his spear, and heads down to the gate.
Seeing Nazcan waiting, he raises a hand in greeting, but saves his breath for when the others showed up.
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
After a typical night of tossing and turning marked by strange and terrifying dreams, Matthias arises. He rapidly wraps himself up in his leathers and his cold weather gear before sitting back on his cot for a few minutes to scribble a few words in his journal. Incomprehensible words in a language he only vaguely understands. His hand seems to move of its own volition, pouring out letters from an unknown alphabet. In but a moment, he's done. There are no more words.
He hoists his pack onto his back and heads for the town gate to meet the others. He raises a hand as he sees the others. "Morning, I suppose," he says quietly.
Looking to Karl and Nazcan, he says, "I suppose when the others arrive we need to decide which town we're headed for, eh?"
Variety rises rather reluctantly. Even with her own familiar to help keep warm things were still far too cold. She'd have to write her mother about it at some point. As she makes her preparations for the day, flipping through her spellbook while bundling up in all the layers she had available for her, vanishing Calypso to her pocket dimension, and carefully covering her head with her hat while fighting with her horns, she goes to join the group. "Sorry I'm late," she says, "It takes forever to try and get my hat to work with my horns." She draws her hood up as she mentions them.
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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
"Aye, I have an idea or two. Damn, its cold."
Karl was regretting not grabbing a coffee for the road. The Inn didn't make the best stuff - it was little more than water - but any warm beverage would help him endure this weather. Once more he strips his gloves off and cradles a small flame in his hand, turning his palms over to try and chase the numbness away. I should look into crafting a vessel to hold the flame indefinitely. A warm stone would be wondrous right now.
He smiles as Variety points out her horns. Guess she isn't as nervous about being an outsider as I thought.
""Inquisitor, speaking to the faithful. I have to be really careful with scarfs, myself. Anything too close to the face better be . . . resistant."
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
Ssej wakes up, opens his eyes, sighs and then uncurls himself from his tail. He grabs his backpack and sets off to join his new companions at the gate.
Seeing them all there waiting on him he says, "Greetingss, where we off to firsst?"
Auraani had been waiting downstairs for the others, having done her nightly meditation and packing her things back up afterwards. She walks up to the group with a smile on her face, still wondering if she could have made a difference last night, but glad she was about to be part of a group that hopefully would. "Good morning everyone, Which direction are we headed first, Bremen or Bryn Shander?"
((OOC I was thinking Bryn Shander but don't have time to post yet. ))
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
"There are more townss in the direction of Bryn SShander unlessss you all fancy to see "Kelvin'ss Cairn", but I ssuggest we go in the direction of Bryn SShander." Ssej states.
Auraani nods at Ssej and smiles, "You are right, for some reason I thought we were going to all of them, but that's not really the case."
She checks her equipment and weapons to make sure they are secure while waiting for the rest of the party.
The way to Bryn Shander is not far, about 2 hours’ walk on a snow-covered yet still well-defined road. The road is firm packed and icy in parts. The morning sky is black and peppered with stars. Last night’s aurora has faded. The air is bitterly cold, and there are no other travelers this morning.
It may be good to hash out a typical or default marching order that can be used in future if no one specifies otherwise.
About 30 minutes into your travels, you see what appears to be a slumped, unmoving body on the right edge of the road.
((Anywhere but the very front is fine for Karl.))
Bryn Shander. It had been Karl's idea too, so he was relieved that the others seemed to have the same idea - though probably for their own reasons. He considers lighting the lantern for the journey, but surmises that this particularly route, between the two largest settlements in Ten Towns was not hospitable to mischievous nature spirits. Oil was limited, and quite expensive in a place so dark and cold.
Noticing the probable-corpse, he unceremoniously trudges to it and rolls it over. Suspecting it's identity and cause of death, he nonetheless searches for wounds or injury.
If required, medicine check: 10
Another medical problem. Indefinite hiatus. Sorry, all.
OOC: Matthias would probably be best placed toward the back, but not the very last in line.
Matthias was glad to see that his general knowledge of which town was where and which one it made sense to head toward made sense. Bryn Shander it was then.
Matthias trudges along, sometimes seeming just a little unsteady under the weight of his pack. He keeps his gaze forward and uses his staff as needed. The cold weather clothing seemed to trap enough of his body heat from the walking to keep him warm, so he managed just fine.
When the group sees a body in the road, he suspects it is the town's "emissary" to the Frost Maiden. He pauses as others approach the body, scanning the area for any signs of danger--or signs of what may have happened here.
Perception 18
Investigation 7
(OOC: Auraani will hang out in the back since she prefers ranged combat, but can swap to melee if needed.)
Auraani sees the body and immediately wonders the same, could it be someone cast out to the frost maiden? "Anyone we recognize Karl?" she asks, dreading the answer either way.
Of course it’s Avery, the lucky lottery winner. He lies dead, curled up on the ground, seeking that last bit of warmth within himself as his life seeped out of him. His eyes and mouth appear to be frozen, so that his final expression in life seems obscured, alienated by intruding films of ice. His robe with the six-pointed snowflake on back flutters slightly as you roll him over. His feet are white as the snow. He obviously died of exposure.
"The poor guy, forced to give up his life for nothing. This is the Tiamat offerings all over again!" He says with a mix of fury and depression.
Ssej will take lead the group as he knows he is familiar with the land but not sure on any of the others yet.
Upon seeing the body, Ssej shakes his head at the waste and then shrugs his shoulders, not his concern. He will stand watch while the others investigate the body. "Don't sspend too long with the body, the weather iss holding for now but can break badly very quickly and we don't want to be out in thiss come nightfall."
Perception: 24
Variety nods, but looks frustrated. "This is all pointless. A god shouldnt ask for sacrifice like this."
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