GM Bali's Reign of Winter (Inactive)

Game Master Bali

A strange and unnatural cold has fallen in Southern Taldor. The town of Heldren calls for heroes, who will answer this call?


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It is a quiet evening in the Silver Stoat. The patrons are drinking spirits, and a fire is roaring. Normally it would not be necessary for a fire to be burning, as it is the summer months. However, it has been colder than normal as of late. It only seems to be getting colder as the days pass by as well. As a way to drum up business, Ales are half off tonight. Menander is serving up his famous stew, and Kale is pouring ales for the patrons, trying to keep up with the orders.


Male (Angelkin) Aasimar (Living Grimoire) Inquisitor of Nethys 1 [ HP: 11/11 | AC: 11 T: 11 FF: 10 | CMD: 14 | F: +4 R: +1 W: +2 | Init: +1 Per: +4 | AS: 1/1, HotA: 6/6 | 1st: 4/4 ]

Dot. Going to think up a good intro post. :)


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

Cyrus enters the Stoat as the sky behind him begins to glow orange with the growing dusk, drawing in a slow breath as he shakes off the unusual cold. He notes how the patrons all seem to be huddled together here and there, nursing their drinks and food and trying to stay warm as opposed to the usually boisterous atmosphere possessed by the tavern.

He draws back the hood of his cloak, the flames from the fire making his tan skin and dark red hair light up with a bronze-ish glow. Walking quickly to the bar, his heavy boots clapping against the wooden floorboards. He takes one of the remaining empty stools, raising a hand to Menander in greeting as the other busily scoops ladles full of stew out for customers.

"Evenin', Menander. Evenin', Kale. Here for the same thing everybody else is, it looks like." he greets, grinning to the proprietors, removing a few coins from his pocket to pay for the food and drink. Setting the payment on the bar, he turns in his stool, looking out at the patrons as another newcomer enters, bundled up as if it's much closer to the middle of winter. He raises his right hand, absentmindedly tugging at his goatee as he waits patiently for his stew and ale, his mind wandering to the last few days as the temperature has plummeted lower and lower.

"Strangest thing I've ever seen in all my days. When I was a kid, my friend Sigmundar used to tell me about how cold it was in the Land of the Linnorm Kings...this weather seems a lot more appropriate for that part of the world than for down here. I've never heard of it getting even remotely cold in the middle of the summer...nor did my mother ever really say anything about the weather goin' nuts like this. I'm just glad I still had some cold-weather stuff from a few winters ago when it got so cold. You ever seen anything like this, Menander? What about you, Kale?" he asks, his voice a rich baritone that carries easily over the general murmur of the room.


A large bear of a man with the blackest of hair and a beard to match, scars decorating half of his face, walks through the entrance of the Stoat covered in furs, pausing as he does so as to scan the crowd a moment. His girth taking up nearly the entire door, he starts toward the bar as each step sounds as if the wooden floor beneath him fights to keep from splintering, if it were possible to hear such amongst the crowd. "Barkeep. An ale. The strongest you got." He notices the red haired gentleman next to him but thinks nothing of it as he waits for his drink.


Male Human Sorcerer 4 [AC 14 | FF 12 | T 12 -- HP 7 / 22 | Fort +2 | Ref +3 | Will +5 -- Perc +4 | Init +2]

dotting in will post tomorrow


Female Aasimar Cleric 1/Ranger 1
Current Status:
HP 16/18 | AC 15, T 10, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +7 | Init +4 | Perception +11, darkvision 60 ft.

HP 8/8 | AC 16, T 11, FF 15 | Fort +0, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +5 | Perc -1, low-light vision

At the end of the bar further from the fire, a tall woman with a platinum-blonde braid down her back is sitting with a few locals and doing a few impressions of people she's met in her travels. She's notable for not wearing any form of cloak or jacket over her polished armor.

Hearing a comment about the Land of the Linnorm Kings, she turns and looks at the man who made the comment. "Having lived up near that part of the world, it is not quite that cold yet. But you're right. It is colder than it should be this far south. This might be weather for a northern summer."

Sovereign Court

Male Half-Giant Soulknife 1; HP 12/12; PP 4/4; Focused; AC 16/11/15; F+3/R+3/W+4; Init. +1; Per. +6

Kogar emerges from the basement, carrying a butt of ale on his shoulder. The large man looks as if he's suffering from hypothermia even though he sweats with his labors. His blue lips puff as he sets the cask in place for Kale.

As he's offered a mug of ale for his services, Kogar gives a huge smile and nods Yah yah.

He looks around the room and waves excitedly at everyone he knows as he's offered a large tankard full of ale. He looks around a bit nervously, wondering who he can talk to.

Oh! Pretty lady. Kogar thinks as he spots the blonde woman that reminds him of home.


Male Human Sorcerer 4 [AC 14 | FF 12 | T 12 -- HP 7 / 22 | Fort +2 | Ref +3 | Will +5 -- Perc +4 | Init +2]

Kobad enters the tavern definately feeling the cold in the air. He glances about the room some familiar faces, other not so known.

He says nothing but instead makes his way to the fire. avoiding glances from some of the patrons, ignoring the whispers about his Qadiran heritiage. Kobad knows he isn't the most liked person in town but they know he knows his way around a forge and has been giving Iskar a bit of competition.

This would normally be the busy time, but the strange weather has caused business to drop off.

to most in twon Kobad has gone by the name Vors in an attempt to blend in more in the Taldorian community, but its hard to really hide who you are.

Kobad takes his seat as close to the fire as possible taking in the warmth of the flame listening to the crackle as it dances in the hearth.

Kobad orders a stew and ale, make sure its extra hot please, this chill has gone straight to my bones.

after the server leaves to retrieve the order, Kobad pulls out a few meager coins counting to make sure there is enough.

looks like only enough for one drink tonight, still need to make sure I have enough to pick up some feed he mutters to himself.


Male (Angelkin) Aasimar (Living Grimoire) Inquisitor of Nethys 1 [ HP: 11/11 | AC: 11 T: 11 FF: 10 | CMD: 14 | F: +4 R: +1 W: +2 | Init: +1 Per: +4 | AS: 1/1, HotA: 6/6 | 1st: 4/4 ]

An average-looking, bespectacled young man with raven hair and bright blue eyes steps into the tavern. Wearing a strange blue cape over a blue and white cold weather outfit, the man looks thoroughly bundled up against this surprising cold. He quickly makes his way to the bar, nodding politely to any who recognize him as he passes. Sitting down he greets those serving food and drinks. "An ale, please. I need some warmth in my blood," he asks of Kale, setting coin on the tabletop to pay. When he reached into his coin purse, others likely noticed the conspicuous holy symbol of Nethys hanging from his belt.

The man is Doctor Gii, the town's newly-arrived scholar and doctor, plying his magic and research wherever it is needed. Though quiet and still new to the town, he has been quite welcomed due to his knowledge and healing magic.


@Cyrus
Meander smiles and says:
"Good evening to you as well friend. The Stew is hot, and I might add it's as good as it's ever been!"

Kale is quite busy, but fills you a mug and smiles a weak smile, as her mind is in her work.

Upon hearing you mention the cold, Kale shrugs and continues to work.
Meander pokes his head up from washing dishes and says:
"Yes I agree, this is a very strange cold indeed. It seems to be getting colder as the days go by too. The farmers said they even saw a light frosting on their fields this morning, from what I hear anyway.

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@Droguk
"Here is our strongest ale, a dwarven import! I think it will suit your needs just fine." Kale Proudly proclaims. loud enough for everyone to hear.

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@Nelosse
Ella Franklin, one of your admirers, says:
"From up north you say? I daresay that if it gets too cold, don't be shy asking for some warmth darlin'!"

She then slightly frowns and looks off and says:
But it is a little disheartening that this cold doesn't seem like it will be subsiding anytime soon. My father said at this rate the crops will be ruined, and our farm will not yield crops this autumn.

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@Kogar
The patrons cheer as they see more ale being brought up.
"You do this tavern a good service! Bless yer heart! a random customer says.

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@Kobad
"Yes sir, right away! The stew is piping hot, and even comes with a fresh pretzel bun!" Says Kayda, who is working tonight with her Aunt and Uncle to help with the busy crowd.
"Remember that our ales are only 2cp a piece tonight as well!"

Kale, hearing this pops her head up and says
"Yeah, wonderful idea Menander. Work your poor wife to death!" She says half jokingly, half serious.

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@Doctor Gii
Kale looks up at your request, and replies:
"An ale it is, though if you truly want to warm your blood, I suggest something a little harder. How about our famous Silver Stoat Whiskey? Might as well make my pours worthwhile!"

Meanwhile, The local farmers are going on about the frosting this morning. Concerned about the coming harvest, still a couple months away.

Council woman Ionnia Teppen, sitting alone in thought and sipping wine, bites her lip, and looks concerned by something as she listens to the farmers.

Xanthippe Euphram, the blacksmith's daughter, and local beauty, is dancing along to a tune being played by one of her suitors. The rest of the suitors arguing over who gets to dance with her stands nearby. She laughs as the bickering seems to amuse her.


Male (Angelkin) Aasimar (Living Grimoire) Inquisitor of Nethys 1 [ HP: 11/11 | AC: 11 T: 11 FF: 10 | CMD: 14 | F: +4 R: +1 W: +2 | Init: +1 Per: +4 | AS: 1/1, HotA: 6/6 | 1st: 4/4 ]

Gii shakes his head, politely turning down the offer for the whiskey. "It is too strong for me, but I appreciate the offer," he says with a small smile. He takes a sip from his ale, a bit of color in his cheeks as the alcohol seems to do the job of warming him up, though it seems awfully quick.

Leaning back a little on the barstool, the Nethian enjoys his drink, though he pointedly never asks for anything to eat. No one can actually recall Gii eating a meal, either here at the Silver Stoat or anywhere else in town. Most people simply assume that he cooks for himself and only eats in the small room he had been offered in the town's church.


Female Aasimar Cleric 1/Ranger 1
Current Status:
HP 16/18 | AC 15, T 10, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +7 | Init +4 | Perception +11, darkvision 60 ft.

HP 8/8 | AC 16, T 11, FF 15 | Fort +0, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +5 | Perc -1, low-light vision

"A little warmth goes a long way, Ella. But I think what I need right now is another pint of that excellent ale they have back there." Nelossë turns toward Kayda or Kale (whichever is closer), and raises a hand to get their attention. "A pint of your finest home brew, please."

Nelossë puts a few coins down and goes back to doing impressions for Ella and the others nearby, trying to cheer them up.

Perform (acting): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Perception to notice new arrivals: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10


Male Human Sorcerer 4 [AC 14 | FF 12 | T 12 -- HP 7 / 22 | Fort +2 | Ref +3 | Will +5 -- Perc +4 | Init +2]

When Doctor Gii comes in Kobad waits a few minutes to let him get settiled, it was always rude to intrupt a meal with business.

Koad looks down at his arm. the burn seems to be blistering up and starting to sting.

after looking at his coin again what good will all that feed do if I can't even work the forge

Kobad goes to see Doctor Gii.

Ahh Doc? do you have any more of that burn ointment? I have a little coin to pay


Male (Angelkin) Aasimar (Living Grimoire) Inquisitor of Nethys 1 [ HP: 11/11 | AC: 11 T: 11 FF: 10 | CMD: 14 | F: +4 R: +1 W: +2 | Init: +1 Per: +4 | AS: 1/1, HotA: 6/6 | 1st: 4/4 ]

Gii takes another sip of his drink, before turning to the other man and giving him a probing look. "Ah, Kobad was it? Keep your coin. Hold still and I'll take a look at it," he says, setting his mug on the counter and adjusting his glasses as he moves to look at the man's arm.


Male Human Sorcerer 4 [AC 14 | FF 12 | T 12 -- HP 7 / 22 | Fort +2 | Ref +3 | Will +5 -- Perc +4 | Init +2]

Kobad takes a seat and show him his arm.

that dang mule kicked the coal bucket over and it got my arm

showing the Doc his arm it doesn't take much skill to tell the burn pattern does not quite match the story. looks like Kobad was experimenting with fire magic again.


Male (Angelkin) Aasimar (Living Grimoire) Inquisitor of Nethys 1 [ HP: 11/11 | AC: 11 T: 11 FF: 10 | CMD: 14 | F: +4 R: +1 W: +2 | Init: +1 Per: +4 | AS: 1/1, HotA: 6/6 | 1st: 4/4 ]

Gii gives Kobad a look that reads, even to the least trained observer, as I don't believe a word of what you just told me but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he places his right hand over the other man's burned arm. He begins to incant quietly, gesturing softly over the wound. A pleasant warmth fills Kobad's arm as the wound seems to heal a bit.

Gii spontaneously casts Cure Light Wounds, sacrificing his memorization of Divine Favor. 1 empty spell slot and 1 domain spell (Sanctuary) remain.
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8


Droguk nods in thanks as he pays the man. As he sits quietly he notices the bookish looking man sitting along the bar. Thinking nothing of him either, he drinks from his mug and looks about the place. So many outsiders. I do not see how she stands it, he thinks to himself as he takes another drink.

Noticing another move over toward the bookish fellow, Droguk observes them casually as they go back and forth with conversation. Catching the bookish one using some form of magic on the other, his eyes go wide as he instinctively places a hand on the haft of his weapon, readying to draw it depending on what might transpire from the event. Noticing some type of wound upon the man slowly fade, Droguk slowly relaxes as he removes his hand from his weapon. A healer type. That is good for him. He returns to his drink.


Male Human Sorcerer 4 [AC 14 | FF 12 | T 12 -- HP 7 / 22 | Fort +2 | Ref +3 | Will +5 -- Perc +4 | Init +2]

Thanks, honestly I don't know how I would survive this town without you. Your probably the only one here that doesn't think I'm some Qadirian spy

Kobad rolls down his sleeve glances about the tavern.

several travellers here today His eye catches Nelosse I wonder who that is

Kobad looks back at the Doc, maybe she is a little more receptive than Xanthippe, not like her father would ever approve anyway.


Male (Angelkin) Aasimar (Living Grimoire) Inquisitor of Nethys 1 [ HP: 11/11 | AC: 11 T: 11 FF: 10 | CMD: 14 | F: +4 R: +1 W: +2 | Init: +1 Per: +4 | AS: 1/1, HotA: 6/6 | 1st: 4/4 ]

Gii shrugs slightly as he returns his attention to his mug. "Don't worry about it. It is my duty to tend to the people of this town." He smiles just a smidgen wider as he says it, but the smile seems to fade after he drinks and sets the mug back down. "As far her, I can't say I've met her," the Aasimar man states, gesturing oddly as he moves for another draught of his ale.

Sovereign Court

Male Half-Giant Soulknife 1; HP 12/12; PP 4/4; Focused; AC 16/11/15; F+3/R+3/W+4; Init. +1; Per. +6

Kogar grins widely at the praise and nods in thanks or assent, it's tough to tell which.

With his spirits bolstered by to patron, he walks over to sit by Nelosse. When she is between impressions he waves and says Hi lady. He pauses to consider if he should say more. Awkwardly, he adds Am Kogar!


Male Human Sorcerer 4 [AC 14 | FF 12 | T 12 -- HP 7 / 22 | Fort +2 | Ref +3 | Will +5 -- Perc +4 | Init +2]

Kobad turns back to Doc well at least my luck is consistant after seeing Kogar move to introduce himself to the performer.

guess I can at least enjoy the show, if she still has a performace still left to give

Kobad get up to head over where others are sitting hopeing the performance might continue.

Oh and thanks again Doc for the arm. I'll probably be back to see you tomorrow, you know how cluttered that forge has been of late He says with a wink kobad realizes that the good doctor knows all about Kobad's little "accidents"


Droguk listens to the conversation between the two men casually, glancing over at the "her" they mention. Noticing the somewhat blue colored man moving next to her, he looks upon him curiously. Is he part frost? This town could be in danger. I'll shall be wary of that one.


Xanthippe meets Kobad's eyes, and smiles. The men still quarreling get shouts from Kale to settle down, which they do, for fear of her famous temper.

Menander, smiling, continues to wash dishes, and seems content to see his tavern full of life, and more importantly, coin to be spent. However his expression suddenly turns to concern...

The door to the tavern flies open, and in steps a blonde, bearded ulfen man, hobbling on one leg using his sword for support. Upon closer inspection, blood is pouring down his head, and his nose is bluish black, looking as if it had been frost bitten.

"They took Lady Argentea and slaughtered the rest of us!"

The man collapses on the floor, clearly lacking the strength to stand on his own any longer.

Ionnia Teppin rushes over to him and says in a rush of excitement,
"Is there a doctor in the house!?" :D


Male (Angelkin) Aasimar (Living Grimoire) Inquisitor of Nethys 1 [ HP: 11/11 | AC: 11 T: 11 FF: 10 | CMD: 14 | F: +4 R: +1 W: +2 | Init: +1 Per: +4 | AS: 1/1, HotA: 6/6 | 1st: 4/4 ]

Gii places his mug down on the counter roughly, standing and turning to see the injured man collapse. In short order, he's quickly stomping his way over to tend to the man, a worried look on his face. Kneeling next to the man, the Nethian begins to check the seriousness of the Ulfen man's wounds.

Heal check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Damnit. Apparently there isn't.

Sovereign Court

Male Half-Giant Soulknife 1; HP 12/12; PP 4/4; Focused; AC 16/11/15; F+3/R+3/W+4; Init. +1; Per. +6

Ulfric! Kogar bellows and runs over to the Ulfen man. There is recognition in his voice, and concern. He stands at arm's length, looking around the room for someone who can help.

Gii! He runs over to the doctor (bowling over a table) and points excitedly at the fallen man. Help Ulfric! Quick. He trails along beside Gii and watches excitedly as the doctor does his work.

He wrings his hands nervously as the doctor attempts to concentrate. Need help? Kogar help.

Heal (untrained): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Kogar surprises everyone by apparently knowing a thing or two about frostbite. He deftly moves about the fallen Ulfen man. He repeatedly tells "Ulfric" that he'll be alright. Blanket?

I'm not sure what the DC is, so... Kogar seems competent, but his labors may not bear fruit.

This is a pretty big deviation from the first iteration of this post, which was just Kogar freaking out and dragging the Doctor over to heal "Ulfric." Seranov, feel free to chalk the Doc's failed roll to Kogar impatiently pushing him aside if you like.


@Kogar and Gii
His wounds are not fatal, but he is badly injured and certainly needs long term care. The odd thing is that he has frostbite. It is cold, but not cold enough for that to occur.

Going to give other PCs a chance to react before I post any further actions from Npcs or anything! :D

Sovereign Court

Male Half-Giant Soulknife 1; HP 12/12; PP 4/4; Focused; AC 16/11/15; F+3/R+3/W+4; Init. +1; Per. +6

Oh, C'mon. You really expect Kogar to puzzle that out?

Kogar removes wet clothing from "Ulfric" and warms him as much as he can. He frowns at the nose. Blue? Ulfric take my nose? He puts a hand to his face. No. Still there.


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

Cyrus turns in his bar stool, looking around at the other patrons, particularly the attractive woman performing. He still remains silent at this point, save to thank the proprietors for the food and ale that so warm his insides on this cold day. However, he is clearly deep in thought, internally conflicted about something or other. As he opens his mouth to make another comment, the door to the tavern suddenly bursts open and a blonde-haired warrior hobbles in, calling out "Lady Argentea" being taken.

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Regardless of what he recalls about the Lady, Cyrus proclaims to all present, "I shall go retrieve Elder Safander! He could best see to the warrior!"

Without waiting to hear a response, he moderately tall Varisian/Taldan man rushes out of the tavern, the cloak of his outfit billowing behind him as he heads for the Temple of Erastil to retrieve the local parishioner.


Female Aasimar Cleric 1/Ranger 1
Current Status:
HP 16/18 | AC 15, T 10, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +7 | Init +4 | Perception +11, darkvision 60 ft.

HP 8/8 | AC 16, T 11, FF 15 | Fort +0, Ref +3, Will +1 | Init +5 | Perc -1, low-light vision

Knowledge (local) to identify Kogar as half frost giant 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Turning to the newcomer, Neloosë smiles. "Hi, Kogar. I am Nelossë."

If she recognizes what he is: Abnormal cold, frost-giants. Something's not right here. "Are you from around here?"

When the Ulfen man comes in and collapses, Nelossë walks over after the other two to get a quick look at him.
Heal, untrained 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8

If she recognizes the signs of frostbite: Nelossë walks to the door and steps outside. It wasn't cold enough for that earlier. Freak cold snap? I didn't think it would get cold enough for that this far south.
Knowledge (nature) 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

If she doesn't recognize the signs: Nelossë moves to the door and tries to follow the trail of blood left by the Ulfen man to see where they came from, what happened, and where they may have gone.
Survival to track, untrained: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13


Male Human Sorcerer 4 [AC 14 | FF 12 | T 12 -- HP 7 / 22 | Fort +2 | Ref +3 | Will +5 -- Perc +4 | Init +2]

Kobad has never truly experienced that kind of cold in his life but he has heard of such ailments.

If it is warmth he needs I can help with that. bring him over here by the hearth

Kobad goes to clear room by the fireplace. and tosses a couple of logs on. after a glance around and the new logs taking to long to catch Kobad givesa sigh not wanting to do this but it seemd necessary.

Kobad thrusts his hand toward the logs in the fireplace and a blast of flame shoots forth to ignite the logs and stoke the flame hotter


@Kogar
[ooc]You can ignore knowledge tidbits I add for roleplaying of course! Just figured cold would be your thing! ;P Also, your nose is indeed missing!

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@Cyrus

Lady Argentea:
The name sounds vaguely familiar. It is no one from this area though. Some wandering noble woman is your best guess.

Upon reaching the temple, the elder actually opens the door looking as if he was leaving and jumps at the sight of you.
"OH! You startled me young man... You need something from the temple at this hour? I assume it can't be good if that's the case..."

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@Nelosse

Kogar:
You know he is some sort of frost creature, You are thinking Giant, but then again, he isn't quite big enough is he?

Frostbite:
You recognize it as frostbite, being that it is pretty hard to miss. Definitely not likely that he got frostbite from being outside.

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Turning his attention toward the entrance as the Ulfen man falls through it, Droguk watches the events unfold. Stepping over to see the wounded warrior, "It is not the cold that is his enemy. His enemy is the one that attempted to open his skull." He states as a matter of fact. "These are dangerous lands, Ulfen. Ill prepared at traveling alone, I would guess," he assumes. Ulfen. Hm. Nothing compared to us Kellid.


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

"Aye, Elder Safander. An Ulfen man has just come into the Stoat, looking much the worse for wear, even showing signs of frostbite on his extremities. He needs healing beyond what anyone at the tavern is able to provide. Could you please return with me and see to him?"


Female Aasimar Cleric 1/Ranger 1
Current Status:
HP 16/18 | AC 15, T 10, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +7 | Init +4 | Perception +11, darkvision 60 ft.

Other knowledges to try and recognize the source of the frostbite? Magic, perhaps?

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

"Friend, he was not traveling alone. At the least, he had other companions aside from this Lady Argentea person. Whomever attacked him has killed these others and taken the Lady. And the cold may very well be his enemy. This was no natural case of passing out drunk in the snow."


Turning to the bard, "Other companions? What was he, attacked by an army?! Even I know of the battle prowess of the Ulfen. It is not as great as us Kellids, but it is formidable." He looks down at the fallen warrior, bending at the knees, "What type of army attacked you? Are you all that is left?"

Sovereign Court

Male Half-Giant Soulknife 1; HP 12/12; PP 4/4; Focused; AC 16/11/15; F+3/R+3/W+4; Init. +1; Per. +6

Army? Kogar asks, obviously confused. What army? He furrows his brow as he's slowly putting things together. He's starting to get mad. Can't leave yet. Need to watch Ulfric.


@Droguk
Ulfric Man: "Winter-Touched Fey... I don't know why or how, but the bandits were working with them..."

@Cyrus
The Elder looks almost excited by that news
Elder: Really? Well let us go then!"
the Elder starts towards the Silver Stoat at a brisk pace eagerly.

@Nelosse
The Frostbite appears to be natural to you.
Ulfric Man: "Lady, their touch... beware the Fey's touch. I recommend Cold-Iron and fire, should you encounter them."

@Kogar
Ulfric Man: "An army is a bit of an overstatement, yet they are still formidable and dangerous..."

@All
Ulfric Man: "If anyone is willing to go after Lady Argentea, you would be in my debt... I offer to lend my cold-iron long sword to anyone who takes up the task."

Council-woman Ionnia Teppen: "The council and village would also appreciate this endeavor, as the proximity to the town is a bit alarming. We barely are able to field a town militia. Our options are very limited."

Most of the men, being farmers, kind of glance around at one another... A few do eye the Half Frost Giant, and the Kellid, almost expecting the impressive size of those men to equate to bravery and courage in stepping forward for this task...


Male Human Sorcerer 4 [AC 14 | FF 12 | T 12 -- HP 7 / 22 | Fort +2 | Ref +3 | Will +5 -- Perc +4 | Init +2]

Kobad stoing the fire trying to keep the victim warm in its heat. hears to offer presented.

Lady Ionnia, I know most here don't really trust me considering my past afliations. but I do have limited military experience, my father served for many years in the Qadirian army as you well know. I am willing to take on this endeavor you propose, in my father's name, in the hopes that upon completetion we be accepted in this community, our past sins agains this nation be forgivin.

Kobad approaches the council woman you have my magic and my father's sword at you disposal


Female Aasimar Cleric 1/Ranger 1
Current Status:
HP 16/18 | AC 15, T 10, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +7 | Init +4 | Perception +11, darkvision 60 ft.

Ah. No snow on the ground outside, though, I hope? Otherwise my above comment is nixed. Also, just thought that it might have been an old "wound," for lack of a better term. -facepalm-

Nelossë looks around at the other inhabitants of the bar. "Perhaps we should go after this lady Argentea. I have no fire magics, but I do know how to wield a sword, and I might be able to offer a surprise they won't expect."

Sovereign Court

Male Half-Giant Soulknife 1; HP 12/12; PP 4/4; Focused; AC 16/11/15; F+3/R+3/W+4; Init. +1; Per. +6

Faeries? Faeries hurt Ulfric? Kogar rumbles and a mug nearby rattles. People standing closeby can feel a vibration in their chest. It's then that they realize the Half-Giant is growling in anger. The air around him grows colder and whatever moisture is in the air condenses into mist.

He looks around the room, at those that might be able to help. Ne points at Nelosse You take sword. We find lady. The mist swirls and gathers around Kogar until it condenses at his hand freezing into a giant maul of ice. Without further discussion on his end he stalks out of the inn.

We find lady. Help Ulfric.

He has no plan. No real idea that he needs one. He steps out the door almost expecting this army to be outside.


Female Aasimar Cleric 1/Ranger 1
Current Status:
HP 16/18 | AC 15, T 10, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +7 | Init +4 | Perception +11, darkvision 60 ft.

Looking at the others, Nelossë shrugs. "The bug guy has spoken." She reaches for the longsword, tests its weight, and offers it to the others. If none takes it, she fastens the sheath to the side of her belt opposite her own. "Shall we?"

Nelossë follows the big guy outside.


Female Aasimar Cleric 1/Ranger 1
Current Status:
HP 16/18 | AC 15, T 10, FF 15 | Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +7 | Init +4 | Perception +11, darkvision 60 ft.

Edit: big, not bug. And of course, I'm about three minutes too late to edit. -facepalm-


Male (Angelkin) Aasimar (Living Grimoire) Inquisitor of Nethys 1 [ HP: 11/11 | AC: 11 T: 11 FF: 10 | CMD: 14 | F: +4 R: +1 W: +2 | Init: +1 Per: +4 | AS: 1/1, HotA: 6/6 | 1st: 4/4 ]

Gii looks vaguely indifferent as they suggest leaving to deal with the problem, but stands and moves to them regardless. "I shall come with you. You are likely to have need of my abilities," he states, his eyes seeming to flash behind his spectacles. "Allow me but a moment to gather my belongings," the Nethian Cleric says, moving to leave and head for the church where his armor and traveling supplies are stored.


Male Human Sorcerer 4 [AC 14 | FF 12 | T 12 -- HP 7 / 22 | Fort +2 | Ref +3 | Will +5 -- Perc +4 | Init +2]

Kobad heads out with the Doc. wait a min doc, i'll walk with you its on the way to my place I can gather my stuff and tell father about all of this.

Kobad will go with the Doctor.


Male (Angelkin) Aasimar (Living Grimoire) Inquisitor of Nethys 1 [ HP: 11/11 | AC: 11 T: 11 FF: 10 | CMD: 14 | F: +4 R: +1 W: +2 | Init: +1 Per: +4 | AS: 1/1, HotA: 6/6 | 1st: 4/4 ]

Gii nods, waiting for Kobad to fall into step before continuing on with him.


Pezmerga wrote:

@Droguk

Ulfric Man: "Winter-Touched Fey... I don't know why or how, but the bandits were working with them..."

Droguk's face becomes rigid. "Fey." He growls through clenched teeth. Too close to Telka. "I will find this Irrisen demon and bring back it's HEAD!" He states adamantly as spittle flies through the air. "Which direction, Ulfen?!"


@kobad: Ionnia: "Worry not about your lineage friend, you are a resident of Heldren, and it is your right to protect your home."

@Nelosse: No snow in town, but rumors are that snow has hit the border wood.

@Droguk: Ulfen: "Call me Yuln... Southwest... near the border wood. Our caravan won't be hard to find."


"Yuln it is then," he nods. Droguk then heads for the exit.

Making his way outside, seeing the bard and the half-giant, "Southwest, near the border wood. Let's move." Droguk tells them as he starts out.


Male Human Sorcerer 4 [AC 14 | FF 12 | T 12 -- HP 7 / 22 | Fort +2 | Ref +3 | Will +5 -- Perc +4 | Init +2]

Kobad tells the Doc meet you here at the church in a few then?

after the agreed meeting Kobad heads home to visit his father.

His father still lying in the bed his old age keeping him there.

Father, I have been givin a quest to make us a part of the community, we are finally accepted, except maybe Iskar. I ahve made arangements you will be cared for while I am away.

His father looks to Kobad Son he says in a raspy voice wear the family crest with honor. Take the sword as I promised you son, wield it justly. its no longer about Qadira or Taldor, today you restor honor to the Kasseem family name. Now go my son

Kobad opens the case at the foot of his father's bed. there is his father's cloak, symbol of a qadirian army officer, and his father's scimitar the family crest etched on the blade. and the handle of a polished red garnet the family stone.

Kobad straps the sword at his side, and dons his father's cloak. he heads out the door. looking back only once

goodbye father Kobad's heart tells him this is the last he will see of his father.

Kobad goes to the forge and gathers the remainder of his things and grabs a few supplies from the pantry but not to much, there is little money remaining and the cold weather has prevented much crops from growing.

Kobad stop at Lady Thersia's home just across the way from his, she was outside sweeping. Kobad tosses her the money pouch he had carring most of his coin. take care of him the money should be enough to keep you both warm and fed for few days.

Kobad then goes to meet Doctor Gii to head back to the tavern and begin their quest.


Male Human Ranger 4; HP 5/43; AC 17/13/14; F+6/R+7/W+3; Init. +3; Per. +9 (+2 vs. animals; +2 in cold)

Unable to stop a very slight smile from crossing his face at Elder Safander's enthusiasm for the emergency, Cyrus leads him swiftly back to the Stoat just as the others lead the Ulfen man outside. He calls out to them in a loud voice to make sure they note the pair approaching them.

"I have brought Elder Safander! He can likely do more for our injured friend than any of us can."

As soon as the Elder has seen to Yuln, Cyrus pardons himself, explaining that he will return to join the group as soon as he has retrieved his traveling gear and weapons. True to his word, it only takes him a few minutes to come back, strapping a swordbelt around his waist, a longbow and quiver of arrows bouncing against the cold-weather cloak he now wears over his ordinary clothing.

Reaching the party, he quickly checks himself over once more before giving an assured nod. "I'm ready to go."

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