Thirteen kneels down whilst Eerie attends to his wounds. "Thank you as always little gnome." he says, as he wipes away the ichor from his blade. "Here, you can have these," and he reaches into his pack with a slight groan and hands her a ration, along with his bedroll. "I have no need."
He then send a nod toward Virjor. "Well fought wizard."
Finally with a chance to asses, Virjor looks around at his companions and while striding around clasping them each on the shoulder, says: "Well, that was quite the experience. I think you all fought very well, although my confidence in defeating this snowman has ebbed a little as it would appear in this wilderness even the bugs are tough! Still, as I always say, challenge and adversity are meant to help you know who you are. Storms hit your weakness, but unlock your true strength!" He winks at Carric his scribe.
"Thank you Thirteen, Lucius and I enjoyed fighting with you too."
"Well, it looks like we may be settling down in this cave amongst the carcuses of our foes until this storm passes, so I think we light a fire and I'll meditate on our next move?"
He then spreads a little oil and Lucius uses his remaining Dragon's Breath to light a small campfire for everyone.
Seeing noting interesting other than more ice and snow, Max rolls out his pack and takes a long drink of mead. "Nighty night, everyone" he yawns and says, "Good fighting with you and your friend, too, Virjor," though the last couple of words are more of a murmur as the halfling slips into a long rest quicker than many may have thought possible.
With no sign of an end to the storm, you camp down and rest.
(Process a long rest and remove one day's rations)
The blizzard passes after about six hours, returning the sky outside to a clear night's dark blue. You resume your journey towards the site of the yeti attack described by the frostbitten dwarf, and after a couple more hours you find it...
You crest a snow-covered ridge and see a frozen, dismembered corpse in the gully in front of you. Snow covers some of the gory bits, but the headless torso and severed limbs are visible. You see tracks in the snow all around the corpse, and the telltale grooves in the snow left behind by a sled that has been hauled away.
Eerie grins at the ration and the bedroll, wrapping it around her against the cold and tucking the ration into a pocket. "Thank you my shiny friend!" She says on tip-toes giving him a gigantic gnome hug.
She moves over to Carric thinking to assist him next and pauses as he appears deep in thought. Her eyes widen as massive wounds seal and redness fades from his skin with every deepening breathe. She slips away quietly lest she disturb his meditation.
Eerie heads over to rejoin Virjor and the others and gives a hop of surprise as the magnificent owl launches a dragon's breath of flame over a small campfire. Shaking her head in amusement, "May our travels continue with unexpected and pleasant surprises!" She draws a bottle of the Inn Keeper's fine mead from her pack and offers it around.
She then curls up in her new bedroll and chews on the gifted Ration and tucks in for sleep taking a turn at watch for the night.
As they come upon the corpse in the snow, she rushes eagerly ahead, not as wary as perhaps she should be, and studies the specimen closely suspecting it to be one of the dwarves group. Missing its head, she studies the rest of the body for similarities in gear and garb to the others at the inn. "This must be their lost companion. I see now the trauma they must suffer remembering this scene."
Virjor is tickled pink by Eerie's offer of mead, and gratefully takes a dainty sip from the bottle, his pinky finger extended as he drinks the powerful warming mead. "Goodness me I rather think I could get used to this." he says, rather enjoying the feelings of camaraderie.
After his 4 hour trance, and feeling refreshed. Virjor is up early to take a turn at watch, and with the remaining hours before everyone else awakes spends some time going though his magical spellbook preparing a couple of spells for the day ahead.
With Lucius flying in circles high above them, Virjor and the others approach the grizzly scene. Eerie's words cut through to Virjor and he realises now the anguish the dwarves must have been suffering. Virjor promptly throws up his morning's rations in the snow...
"Oh dear me, please excuse me" he says red-faced. "I presume we should follow those sled tracks?"
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Following their rest and recovery, Carric is grateful to travel under a clear sky. He seems perpetually fascinated by the terrain, the movement of the wind and snow, most everything he encounters. Though he moves with calm ease and grace, there is a sparkle of wonder in his eyes at seeing such a different world than what he is used to. At some point, realizing it will help keep him comfortable against the cold, he slips his mask down over his face.
He slows up as they come upon the remnants of the dwarf and finds himself standing near Virjor when the high elf suddenly lose his meal. He gently places a hand on Virjor's shoulder. It radiates peace and ease, even as the half-digested food wafts steam into the chill air. "Take a deep breath,"he says. "Be at ease." He then goes to stand over the corpse and conducts the blessing that some of the others have seen before, something he realizes he probably should have done even for the insect creatures they recently killed.
He nods at Eeerie's words too. "We shall all come to our end one day," he says. "Though let us hope not like this." Somber for but a moment, he turns to gaze at the tracks in the snow, following their path with his eyes.
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Max yawns after walking up and stretches with a large grin. He packs up to follow the group, and when he sees Eerie go ahead, he rushes after her. He nods at her assessment as well as Carric's. Max then looks around to see if her can help in the search for clues.
Carric and Max survey the scene, finding no further clues about the scene. Any sign of the yeti that attacked the convoy appears to have been wiped away by the blizzard.
Investigating the tracks, Virjor (with the help of Lucius) manages to detect six sets of footprints. Small but strangely shaped, the inquisitive duo are stumped at first about the tracks' origin, and then inspiration strikes when Virjor's gaze falls upon Eerie's feet strapped into her snow shoes. At the same time, Lucius picks up a pattern to the footprints; the pacey stuttered steps of goblins.
Goblins in snow shoes; six of them, headed south. And the tracks are fresh...
Eerie stands reverently as Carric says his blessing then swiftly but gently assembles the pieces of the dwarf together with no visible signs of discomfort even perhaps a little curiosity. She slips off an identifiable item from the body in hopes that its friends will recognize it as belonging to this one (even a tiny piece of the clothing or button), then steps back waving a gentle hand and the ground below shifts open to welcome the dwarf into it. Waving the other, the dirt moves back over covering the body. Wriggling her fingers a little after the ground closes up again, small seeds in the soil sprout slowly over the soil to cover it with some light plant growth. She then scoops some snow evenly over the 'grave' quickly packing it down. "What little rest I can give to them." She looks about at the others satisfied with the results as a thought strikes her, "Perhaps the yeti has kept the head intact as a trophy that we might add to the body later?" Pressing her hands into the snow to clean them, she looks on and starts off along the path of the Goblins whether or not the others follow her seems of no import at the moment.
Mold Earth twice for opening ground and covering (at DMs discretion since it's not 'loose' earth) and Druidcraft for the little seed pods (for surely there are some dormant seeds in the soil (if soil)) mold earth can turn rock/solid ground into difficult terrain, so hopefully enough sway there to at least do a rock burial?
Max looks to the others and then says, "Wait up, Eerie! I wouldn't want you to take on these monsters all by yourself." He follows her path without waiting for the others to decide.
Upon hearing from the others that this is the work of Goblins, Virjor's face turns dark and Lucius squawks aggressively. "It appears we are hunting savages, and perhaps it's time to meet them on their terms!" Virjor quickly catches up with Eerie striding through the snow in his warm billowing robes. Always one for the dramatic he casts Minor Illusion and a low menacing beat of a war drum starts to play around them.
Swift and graceful, Carric moves along to join the others, following the tracks as best we can. He pauses for a moment, cocking his head at the sound of drums. It takes him a moment to figure out what is happening. When he does he half-smiles and keeps moving.
You set off after Eerie, the beat of Virjor's drum keeping time. The snow is fresh and would be more of a hindrance without your snow shoes, you glide across the top of the crunchy powder with varying degrees of grace.
After about half an hour you come across your quarry. The creatures you’ve been following appear to be goblins, based on their stature. All six of them groan, grunt, and curse loudly as they haul the bulky sled toward what appears to be a twenty-foot-tall wagon parked in the snow. Harnessed to this conveyance are two roaring polar bears that don’t look happy.
The sled and goblins are about 120ft to your east, with the parked wagon another 120ft beyond them. The goblins do not appear to have noticed you.
Thirteen feels refreshed after a long rest, quietly watching over the others whilst they sleep.
The harsh weather as they depart, causes his joints to creak and grind, no longer the smooth motion in warmer climates.
He follows the others as they find the parts of body scattered. As soon as Eerie leaves the party he is on her heels, anger rising with every step at the creatures who attacked killed the dwarf in cold blood.
"Eerie! Wait, we should stick together in case another storm blows over. I am as eager to find these retched killers as you are." And he paces alongside her as she hunts.
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Eerie slows briefly realizing that she's let her eagerness get the better of her again while the others catch up quickly to her slower speed.
Spotting the struggling Goblinoids 120 ft ahead, she presses a hand gently to Virjors arm (casting guidance in the process) holding a finger to her mouth requesting a silencing of the drums, "If I can get within 90 ft of them without them noticing us, I may be able to even the odds a little." She adds drawing a vine twisted wand out in her left hand.
Eyeing the Polar Bears, she studies the creatures to see if they just want freedom or are likely to attack in their frustration if they were to be released. insight21 (If Nature is more appropriate add another +1)
Feeling emboldened by Eerie’s touch, and ingenious plan, Virjor nods and quickly dispells the drum. Leaving Lucius to tentatively perch upon Thirteen’s shoulder, he then crouches low and attempts to cover the first 30ft as stealthily as his large robes allow:
Stealth check: 11 (+3 Guidance boost) = 14
Just as he approaches the 30ft mark he casts Minor Illusion again and a small mound of snow appears just in front of them and he dives below the illusion inviting Eerie to do the same.
As Eerie approaches he whispers: “I shall need to get a further 30ft to cast the Enlarge/Reduce spell, little one, are you able to do what’s required from here?”
Carric listens to the plan and nods. "This should be quite interesting to see,"he says quietly.
As they start to move into action, he says "Remember, it was a yeti that butchered the dwarf, not these small creatures. I imagine they stumbled upon the sled. If we are to dispatch them, it should be done quickly and without cruelty."
Thirteen kneels down whilst Eerie attends to his wounds. "Thank you as always little gnome." he says, as he wipes away the ichor from his blade. "Here, you can have these," and he reaches into his pack with a slight groan and hands her a ration, along with his bedroll. "I have no need."
He then send a nod toward Virjor. "Well fought wizard."
Max checks around the cave, but apart from the cracks that the creatures emerged from he finds nothing of note.
You carry out your healing and inspections, the snowstorm is still blazing outside; what do you want to do?
Finally with a chance to asses, Virjor looks around at his companions and while striding around clasping them each on the shoulder, says: "Well, that was quite the experience. I think you all fought very well, although my confidence in defeating this snowman has ebbed a little as it would appear in this wilderness even the bugs are tough! Still, as I always say, challenge and adversity are meant to help you know who you are. Storms hit your weakness, but unlock your true strength!" He winks at Carric his scribe.
"Thank you Thirteen, Lucius and I enjoyed fighting with you too."
"Well, it looks like we may be settling down in this cave amongst the carcuses of our foes until this storm passes, so I think we light a fire and I'll meditate on our next move?"
He then spreads a little oil and Lucius uses his remaining Dragon's Breath to light a small campfire for everyone.
Seeing noting interesting other than more ice and snow, Max rolls out his pack and takes a long drink of mead. "Nighty night, everyone" he yawns and says, "Good fighting with you and your friend, too, Virjor," though the last couple of words are more of a murmur as the halfling slips into a long rest quicker than many may have thought possible.
With no sign of an end to the storm, you camp down and rest.
(Process a long rest and remove one day's rations)
The blizzard passes after about six hours, returning the sky outside to a clear night's dark blue. You resume your journey towards the site of the yeti attack described by the frostbitten dwarf, and after a couple more hours you find it...
You crest a snow-covered ridge and see a frozen, dismembered corpse in the gully in front of you. Snow covers some of the gory bits, but the headless torso and severed limbs are visible. You see tracks in the snow all around the corpse, and the telltale grooves in the snow left behind by a sled that has been hauled away.
Eerie grins at the ration and the bedroll, wrapping it around her against the cold and tucking the ration into a pocket. "Thank you my shiny friend!" She says on tip-toes giving him a gigantic gnome hug.
She moves over to Carric thinking to assist him next and pauses as he appears deep in thought. Her eyes widen as massive wounds seal and redness fades from his skin with every deepening breathe. She slips away quietly lest she disturb his meditation.
Eerie heads over to rejoin Virjor and the others and gives a hop of surprise as the magnificent owl launches a dragon's breath of flame over a small campfire. Shaking her head in amusement, "May our travels continue with unexpected and pleasant surprises!" She draws a bottle of the Inn Keeper's fine mead from her pack and offers it around.
She then curls up in her new bedroll and chews on the gifted Ration and tucks in for sleep taking a turn at watch for the night.
As they come upon the corpse in the snow, she rushes eagerly ahead, not as wary as perhaps she should be, and studies the specimen closely suspecting it to be one of the dwarves group. Missing its head, she studies the rest of the body for similarities in gear and garb to the others at the inn. "This must be their lost companion. I see now the trauma they must suffer remembering this scene."
Virjor is tickled pink by Eerie's offer of mead, and gratefully takes a dainty sip from the bottle, his pinky finger extended as he drinks the powerful warming mead. "Goodness me I rather think I could get used to this." he says, rather enjoying the feelings of camaraderie.
After his 4 hour trance, and feeling refreshed. Virjor is up early to take a turn at watch, and with the remaining hours before everyone else awakes spends some time going though his magical spellbook preparing a couple of spells for the day ahead.
With Lucius flying in circles high above them, Virjor and the others approach the grizzly scene. Eerie's words cut through to Virjor and he realises now the anguish the dwarves must have been suffering. Virjor promptly throws up his morning's rations in the snow...
"Oh dear me, please excuse me" he says red-faced. "I presume we should follow those sled tracks?"
SUR Check (with Lucius Adv): 19
Following their rest and recovery, Carric is grateful to travel under a clear sky. He seems perpetually fascinated by the terrain, the movement of the wind and snow, most everything he encounters. Though he moves with calm ease and grace, there is a sparkle of wonder in his eyes at seeing such a different world than what he is used to. At some point, realizing it will help keep him comfortable against the cold, he slips his mask down over his face.
He slows up as they come upon the remnants of the dwarf and finds himself standing near Virjor when the high elf suddenly lose his meal. He gently places a hand on Virjor's shoulder. It radiates peace and ease, even as the half-digested food wafts steam into the chill air. "Take a deep breath," he says. "Be at ease." He then goes to stand over the corpse and conducts the blessing that some of the others have seen before, something he realizes he probably should have done even for the insect creatures they recently killed.
He nods at Eeerie's words too. "We shall all come to our end one day," he says. "Though let us hope not like this." Somber for but a moment, he turns to gaze at the tracks in the snow, following their path with his eyes.
Survival 7
Perception 24
Max yawns after walking up and stretches with a large grin. He packs up to follow the group, and when he sees Eerie go ahead, he rushes after her. He nods at her assessment as well as Carric's. Max then looks around to see if her can help in the search for clues.
Perception 6
Carric and Max survey the scene, finding no further clues about the scene. Any sign of the yeti that attacked the convoy appears to have been wiped away by the blizzard.
Investigating the tracks, Virjor (with the help of Lucius) manages to detect six sets of footprints. Small but strangely shaped, the inquisitive duo are stumped at first about the tracks' origin, and then inspiration strikes when Virjor's gaze falls upon Eerie's feet strapped into her snow shoes. At the same time, Lucius picks up a pattern to the footprints; the pacey stuttered steps of goblins.
Goblins in snow shoes; six of them, headed south. And the tracks are fresh...
Eerie stands reverently as Carric says his blessing then swiftly but gently assembles the pieces of the dwarf together with no visible signs of discomfort even perhaps a little curiosity. She slips off an identifiable item from the body in hopes that its friends will recognize it as belonging to this one (even a tiny piece of the clothing or button), then steps back waving a gentle hand and the ground below shifts open to welcome the dwarf into it. Waving the other, the dirt moves back over covering the body. Wriggling her fingers a little after the ground closes up again, small seeds in the soil sprout slowly over the soil to cover it with some light plant growth. She then scoops some snow evenly over the 'grave' quickly packing it down. "What little rest I can give to them." She looks about at the others satisfied with the results as a thought strikes her, "Perhaps the yeti has kept the head intact as a trophy that we might add to the body later?" Pressing her hands into the snow to clean them, she looks on and starts off along the path of the Goblins whether or not the others follow her seems of no import at the moment.
Mold Earth twice for opening ground and covering (at DMs discretion since it's not 'loose' earth) and Druidcraft for the little seed pods (for surely there are some dormant seeds in the soil (if soil)) mold earth can turn rock/solid ground into difficult terrain, so hopefully enough sway there to at least do a rock burial?
Max looks to the others and then says, "Wait up, Eerie! I wouldn't want you to take on these monsters all by yourself." He follows her path without waiting for the others to decide.
Upon hearing from the others that this is the work of Goblins, Virjor's face turns dark and Lucius squawks aggressively.
"It appears we are hunting savages, and perhaps it's time to meet them on their terms!"
Virjor quickly catches up with Eerie striding through the snow in his warm billowing robes. Always one for the dramatic he casts Minor Illusion and a low menacing beat of a war drum starts to play around them.
Swift and graceful, Carric moves along to join the others, following the tracks as best we can. He pauses for a moment, cocking his head at the sound of drums. It takes him a moment to figure out what is happening. When he does he half-smiles and keeps moving.
You set off after Eerie, the beat of Virjor's drum keeping time. The snow is fresh and would be more of a hindrance without your snow shoes, you glide across the top of the crunchy powder with varying degrees of grace.
After about half an hour you come across your quarry. The creatures you’ve been following appear to be goblins, based on their stature. All six of them groan, grunt, and curse loudly as they haul the bulky sled toward what appears to be a twenty-foot-tall wagon parked in the snow. Harnessed to this conveyance are two roaring polar bears that don’t look happy.
The sled and goblins are about 120ft to your east, with the parked wagon another 120ft beyond them. The goblins do not appear to have noticed you.
Thirteen feels refreshed after a long rest, quietly watching over the others whilst they sleep.
The harsh weather as they depart, causes his joints to creak and grind, no longer the smooth motion in warmer climates.
He follows the others as they find the parts of body scattered. As soon as Eerie leaves the party he is on her heels, anger rising with every step at the creatures who attacked killed the dwarf in cold blood.
"Eerie! Wait, we should stick together in case another storm blows over. I am as eager to find these retched killers as you are." And he paces alongside her as she hunts.
Eerie slows briefly realizing that she's let her eagerness get the better of her again while the others catch up quickly to her slower speed.
Spotting the struggling Goblinoids 120 ft ahead, she presses a hand gently to Virjors arm (casting guidance in the process) holding a finger to her mouth requesting a silencing of the drums, "If I can get within 90 ft of them without them noticing us, I may be able to even the odds a little." She adds drawing a vine twisted wand out in her left hand.
Eyeing the Polar Bears, she studies the creatures to see if they just want freedom or are likely to attack in their frustration if they were to be released. insight 21 (If Nature is more appropriate add another +1)
Feeling emboldened by Eerie’s touch, and ingenious plan, Virjor nods and quickly dispells the drum. Leaving Lucius to tentatively perch upon Thirteen’s shoulder, he then crouches low and attempts to cover the first 30ft as stealthily as his large robes allow:
Stealth check: 11 (+3 Guidance boost) = 14
Just as he approaches the 30ft mark he casts Minor Illusion again and a small mound of snow appears just in front of them and he dives below the illusion inviting Eerie to do the same.
As Eerie approaches he whispers: “I shall need to get a further 30ft to cast the Enlarge/Reduce spell, little one, are you able to do what’s required from here?”
Carric listens to the plan and nods. "This should be quite interesting to see," he says quietly.
As they start to move into action, he says "Remember, it was a yeti that butchered the dwarf, not these small creatures. I imagine they stumbled upon the sled. If we are to dispatch them, it should be done quickly and without cruelty."
Max adds his agreement to the plan and says, "I have my crossbow at the ready. Just let me know when the time is right."