Call for Blood Thursday August 17th, 2006 1:48:41 PM
The group, save Nauthiz'Ull, makes haste to the longhouse where the discovery was made. Several women and children are weeping nearby as some push through to the interior. Ull'As Bjord exits as the party arrives and is blocking the entrance and trying to get the crowd to settle down. "They are all right inside, there is nothing more need be done. They need rest over company and pawing." The crowd about is certainly in an agitated state. The attack was one matter , but the abduction of a small child? Outrage and the lust for blood and revenge is clearly painted on many faces. Spot DC 15 Highlight to display spoiler: { there seems to be another thought on many minds as well, as you catch more than one angry glance back towards Svanhvit's lodge. Your eyes look back as well and you see a small part of the shadow move further into the doorway of the outer furs and then a rustle. }
Ull'As Bjord speaks up again as Bjorn'Ursa has not arrived yet. It is true that Elfr'Ásleif has been taken. We will not leave her to the cowards of Twin Tusk..." He does not get much further before shouts in the crowd ring out. 'Filthy orc dogs!' 'Cowards!' 'Our child must be found and returned.' 'We can not abandon her to the vile tuskians.' Listen DC 15 Highlight to display spoiler: {but under the cries of action are other whispers, ' 'Domi has truly turned away from the village.' 'He is angered' 'The priestess should have seen this.' 'Too long has the shield been gone.' }
Men begin to step forward to brave the trail of worgs into the desolate white and against the Tuskans themselves to get the girl back. Of the very first is Brynj.
Back in the longhouse, She turns to regard Nauthiz'Ull for a moment on his question, "Pay this old rambling woman no heed, I am tired and do not think as I speak. I need my rest." She begins shuffling back to the far back of the lodge where ragged furs of creatures unknown to the ranger and stranger large thin sticks hang to create a semi wall of privacy. Pungent is the smell in the back area, stale and thick of sweat and incense. You should go. Our Elfr'Ásleif needs you more than I. Lead Brynj and your wunjos well." She lies down with a sigh of effort.
Aiden (sub Kup) d20+7=14 d20+6=7 Thursday August 17th, 2006 2:58:10 PM
Aiden listens to the words of the mob and feels his blood boiling along with the others. A stolen child!
"The Tusk way--eye for eye, blood for blood, child for child," he rumbles in agreement with the angry sentiment, his recollections of his former village filling his memory with dark visions. (Spot 14, Listen 7) His ire, and his desire for vengeance, are so fired by the talk of the group that he notices and hears little else but the throbbing of his temples and the roaring of the blood as it pulsed through his veins.
Vengeance!
An angry growl surges up through his throat. He tips his head back and howls his outrage at the veiled stars. All of the frustrations that he had been feeling--his struggles for acceptance, his awkward straddling of life as not-Tusk, not-Peak, his feelings of ineptitude in battle--come pouring forth in that barbaric yawp, venting themselves in this one, single purpose. His wolf soon joins him, lifting her head upward and baying in eerie harmony to the hunter's call.
His eyes blazing and his breath coming in ragged pants, Aiden looks to his band of companions.
"With my heart, I would join this quest," he says through clenched teeth, his deep voice ringing with conviction. Then, the ranger's passion subsides somewhat, and he relaxes. "But ... the hunt is not won with the heart alone."
"Tonight's attack was too well done. I think someone keeps the Tusks informed. And the accusation that their leader made ... I feel something is playing the Tusks and us against each other, and when we're done killing each other, then it will strike."
Aiden's brow beetles in thought. "I am not sure whether it is better to ask for caution, or--knowing that the village will demand blood--whether it is better for us to join this quest ourselves, so as better to guide it."
Bohdi Nackle Thursday August 17th, 2006 3:19:59 PM Oops! After realizing that I had failed to include some things in Aiden's post--trying to be fair to Paul's vision!--I went back to edit his post, and promptly lost what I had begun to compose for Bohdi! I rolled Bohdi's checks previously--he missed the Spot check with a natural 1, but made the Listen check with a net 17.
Bohdi listened to the angry words being spoken. His small stature among the taller villagers prevented him from noticing anything happening of interest (Spot nat 1!), but his keen gnomish ears picked up the subtext of discontent (Listen 17).
"Some here are saying that Domi has turned away from the village," he relayed to his companions at an appropriate moment. "They say that the priestess should have foreseen this attack, and that the Shield of Domi has been gone from the village for too long."
Bohdi breathed a heavy sigh. "I agree with Aiden. It would appear that a mission of rescue and retribution is inevitable. But I share Aiden's misgivings. What attack on Burfell was the orc leader mentioning? What slaughter of children? That's nothing that this village would have done--at least, nothing that we know of, unless it were the act of a truly cynical faction trying to undermine Kayra. No, I think it more likely, as Aiden supposes, that some force or forces outside of the villages are playing us one against the other."
"If we stay here in the village, we have little chance to influence the events to come. If we go on the mission, we can both help, and try to prevent matters from escalating."
Bohdi's eyes narrowed. "And if there is something else behind all of this ... then I, for one, would like a piece of it myself."
Dregar d20+2=8 d20+6=15 Thursday August 17th, 2006 4:57:23 PM
Dregar looks around the gathering but picks up nothing. He raises his axe to the sky.
" Bloody orks shall die" he screams, being no stranger to the hatred of the orks.
He pumps his axe to the sky, and even volunteers himself to hunt for the young girl. As the screaming goes on, he does catch the part about the shield and turns his head to listen a bit better.
Garrett Thursday August 17th, 2006 6:06:20 PM
Garrett feels his blood boil as he prepares to go to war. But there are words in his head that keep him from joining the blood frenzy, and they are his own. The many times he has called for calm and thought before rushing to action fill his mind.
garrett can barely contain his desire to wreak vengeance upon the orcs, and retrieve the shield of Domi, But he is able to hold back some of his aggression.
"I am in. As are my Wunjo's I believe. But the decision to act or not act is not ours. Kayra still leads this village, and while she still lives, the decision rests with her. I would like nothing more to go and return both the child and the shield, but the decision is not mine, nor any of ours. Let us help those amongst us that need it before we go rushing to war. Let us heal our injured and mourn our dead this day."
Garrett turns and continues moving about the village, helping the injured and he is able. Once he is relatively certain that he has done what he can immediately do for most, he heads to the lodge of Kayra with the intent of tending her wounds further. While in the process, he will tell her what is transpiring if she doesn't already know, and try to get a feel for her intentions.
Narrow Lines Friday August 18th, 2006 4:56:43 PM
As a group on the whole, everyone is initially caught in the fever of revenge, to strike out and back at the Twin Tusks. Aiden stands tall a calling has indeed come to him as Fuller had voiced after the attack. The Ranger voices his concern over the accusation of the leader, the efficiency of the attack and his belief a hereto unknown third party is playing a game.
Bohdi too, quickly joins the growing body of volunteers to strike out and find the Tusker abductors. He motivations are similar but also mixed with solving the puzzle Aiden has pointed out and that he finds himself agreeing with.
Dregar pumps his bloody axe into the air, just try and not let him go after the orcs.
Garret speaks for himself and for those who have not already, they were going, but he reminds all gathered to whom the decision lies. Kayra yet lived and it would be her final decision, not any of thiers. He calls for some calm and deviation from possible rash action. They still had wounded to care for and among those was Kayra and that is where the cleric of Domi heads off to.
In all 8 other hunters have stepped forward with vows to go on the huint for the orcs and return Elfr'Ásleif. So while the people are angered and hot for action, it seems the prospect of pressing across the white wastes daunts some of their calls. For everyone knows that several miles from Ice Peak, death can strike and strike quickly in many forms. It is not lightly that one travels into deep tundra as the rescue party must. Brynj speaks up after Garret "The good cleric is right, we must seek Kayra's blessing on this. It is the dead of night so return to your homes, we can not strike out until morning if at all." He nods to the group in general, "I will see you back at our lodge then. Perhaps we may talk of plans." Brynj's comments do not seem to sit well with many whn he backs up Garret on asking Kayra for her blessing.
None in the crowd are too verbal but grumblings and harsh stares burrow towards the hunter as he departs. With Garret also gone, voices again raise in more open question of Kayra's leadership if she does not set to pursue the Twin Tuskers and one man, the second to volunteer, swears he will pursue them no matter what she or any other says. With that, Elfr'Ásleif father turns and putting his arm around his wife, moves back to their lodge.
Ull'As Bjord speaks to the small crowd of about 30 men and women "Kayra was to speak to all tonight and it was to tell you we would assemble and send those we could to regain our heritage. The Shield of Domi will be sought and returned from the Twin Tusk. This Kayra had decided on and Svanhvit agreed to before this attack. Now go tend our family and friends. If she can, Kayra will be heard tomorrow." Bjorn`Ursa strides to him and whispers to his ear and then address the now departing crowd, "Go home and rest, we set after our girl on the morrow. " A firm grip to the others shoulder and the pair head towards Svanhvits lodge.
The small gathering splits up and people head towards their homes.
Neco Friday August 18th, 2006 10:52:25 PM
After having been left alone to carry the large load of goods, to the fire circle and than into one of the buildings for safe keeping, the tired young girl starts to wonder. "What is so important, that all restoration and clean up has stopped?" Neco quickly understands what is going on, once she discovers that a child has been abducted.
"Well count me in there is no way that I can let those filthy animals get away with what they've done." The young adventurer dedicates her services to the cause of finding child. In reality the rogue is concerned for the missing child's safety, but she is more concerned with not getting a cut of potential treasure.
Aiden Sunday August 20th, 2006 9:07:12 AM
Aiden stood up, his muscles sore from his quick bursts around the village trying to get to a battle. His inexperience in such battles cost him time as he always seemed to be just late in arriving at the melee, or too early (as apparently was the case with the chieftain).
His thoughts still were of leaving the village...but, for the moment, it will be postponed. The child needs to be rescued, and whatever was guiding the two villages into a mutually destructive war, dealt with.
For years there was the balance between the aggressiveness of Twin Tusks, and the steady, almost stoic, nature of Ice Peaks. But someone...something...was interfering with this balance.
~that is not good...~ as he opened and shut his hands, sore from his firm grasp of his axe.
Then Aiden bit down on his lip...there was one more person that he would like to see before all was complete. He would speak to his new 'father', perhaps then some insight into the dealings that have been occurring among the adults could be deduced. Of course, he could also raise questions within Aiden, enough to have him seek the council of the aged warlock.
Dregar Sunday August 20th, 2006 12:05:26 PM
Dregar looks a little perturbed as he listens, but at the end he does indeed walk back to the tent they were staying in. Once inside he dons his armor that he didn't wear for the fight. He makes sure everything else is ready as well, and then ventures back out into the city. he has to much adrenaline to just relax.
Garrett Sunday August 20th, 2006 3:14:35 PM
Garrett moves about the village trying to help those that need it, and clean up what he can. Once most everyone has decided to retire for the night, Garrett will return to his lodge and prepare his gear for a journey in the morning.
Bohdi Nackle Sunday August 20th, 2006 9:43:27 PM
Bohdi followed the others back to the lodge and sleep. He would need his rest to prepare for the journey--and battles--that lay before them.
Nauthiz'Ull Monday August 21st, 2006 11:59:25 AM
So much has transpired this evening that the young ranger cannot keep them all in track. Mjolka needs her rest and Nauth's senses could use the invigorating punch of the cold night air. Staying in the incense, sweat and blood tinged funk of his new 'mother's' longhouse was dulling his vision, his thought and his energy. Turning on his heel and leaving for the rest of the actions of the village, Nauth stops and says loud enough to be heard, "Mother, you send for me if you need anything; I am your son now and I am here for you."
Upon breaking through the draped wall of furs, skins and bone the young ranger instantly takes in a frigid lungful of icy air; a few tears streak his cheeks as the sheer cold burns his eyes. It takes no time at all to realize that the village has collected in a particular area.
"Wunjos!? Bohdi?! Garret?! Aiden?!"
Nauth listens with ears of the ulf to try and pinpoint there location. After meeting up with the group, the icy-blue eyes of the young man gleam with curiosity and wonder. "I still have no idea what Mjolka'Frodr did in there. Her powers are quite beyond me."
After hearing about the kidnapping and the claims of the Tuskers Nauth's eye become bloodshot with frustration and anger. He kicks some snow in a knee-jerk manner and nods approvingly for the cleric of Domi's volunteering him for the cause.
"I think that getting me up to a higher vantage point proves the most effective in combat. I dropped two Tuskers from the sky, and in the night's blanket I would think that being up in the sky would prove me better hidden as well."
Overnight Monday August 21st, 2006 2:01:34 PM
The people disperce as told and head to thier respective homes. The wounded have been taken to thier own homes and family watches over them, thier is little more any need do for them. The group enters their own Lodge to discuss what they all know and suspect and want for the immediate future. Setting after the abducted child is at the top of that collective list. Other topics are what in the name of Celsiun happened insode the loge house of Nauthiz'Ulls mother, a known witch? What was the meaning behind the accusations of child murder levelled by the Raiding leader? Is there an insider of Ice Peak actually helping the Twin Tusk? Finally, what will be Kayra's answer come morning?
The party having devested themselves of the thicker outer wear of furs sit on thier respective bunks. The common eating area and other furs for sitting are at the central portion of the lodge house. The party's beds are closest the door with the other two families on the other side. Brynj sits alone on a pile of furs, staring into the fire and holding a good sized horn tankard for which he occassionally blows on before sampling the its contents.
Bohdi Nackle Monday August 21st, 2006 8:00:38 PM
Bohdi rolled into his cot, but not before nudging Garrett and Nauthiz'Ull. He nodded in Brynj's direction.
"If we're to journey with him, we should make our peace with him first," the gnome observed. "I'm keen to do it, I don't think it's best for me to make the first overture. Better for it to come from one of you lads--lifelong residents of the village. If there's to be an expeditionary force, we'd bloody well not be at each other's throats before we're at the orcs' throats."
Posting Report (ADM Kup) Monday August 21st, 2006 8:11:11 PM
Posting Report for Ice Vein Week of August 14-August 21 ............................M..T..W..Th.F DM-Daniel K........x...x...x...x...x Bohdi-Kup............x...x...x...x...x Nauthiz'Ull-Drew...o...x...x...o...x Garrett-Chris.........x...o...x..x...x Aiden-Paul............*...*...*...*...x Neco-James..........x...x...o...o...x Dregar-Shawn.......x...x...x...x...x
o = no post * = substitute post - = skipped post (no DM post) Notes: --"Days" begin with DM post on that day and continue until following DM post. This sometimes results in some "bistro math" when player posts count for the prior day. Weekend posts count for Fridays. --Paul (Aiden) was out of town this week and Kup subbed in for Aiden. --Drew (Nauthiz'Ull) was injured on Monday. He was out of town Thursday and Friday.
Aiden Monday August 21st, 2006 10:36:50 PM
Aiden sat on the furs that led into his bed area. Cross legged, he closed his eyes, trying to focus, as he had been taught by his second 'father'.
They were missing something...something obvious...a clue that would lead them to whom was manipulating the two villages, and why.
Perhaps it was that shadow creature that had killed the forest spirit. It moved about in the shadows, and if framed properly, could probably make itself 'look' like a human or ork villager. That and the fact that there were still the frozen dead walking the ice.
What did the rings signify that his new 'father' wore (as did several others of the village)? Were they for or against the current elders including the priestess?
The mysteries were going through his mind as were the days most recent events. The look on his face was peaceful, or more accurately, thoughtful.
Neco Tuesday August 22nd, 2006 9:17:01 AM
Her face hidden by the deep shadows cast by the fur lined hood of her short coat, Neco follows Bohdi when he responds to the dark ranger's call.
Wunjo. The young rogue ponders the name, and wonders if the one called Nauthiz'Ull includes her in this appellation.
Later, as gear is packed and plans are made, the rogue listens, only half paying attention, as her mind drifts to thoughts of the amassed gear and the magical place on the other side of the portal provided by the strange nature fey. Neco wonders if the village could ever be evacuated through the portal, if things got really tough,. Her grey eyes shine and the corners of her small mouth turn up at the thought of the villagers marching through the magical store and out the door to the city beyond, leaving a wet trail of snow and dirt in their wake.
That night, she falls asleep, one hand resting on her furry friend as Weezle sleeps curled on her chest. Her gear is packed and ready to be hoisted over her shoulders at a moments notice.
Nauthiz'Ull Tuesday August 22nd, 2006 9:30:11 AM
Listening to his little wunjo's words, Nauth nods his head and stands tall, arching his back in a much needed stretch, before walking over to where Brynj sits.
"Brother, what meddles deep within your mind? You fought well this eve and I am sure the Tuskers will know your wrath again; I for one will be volunteering to track down the wretched brutes and level them. There will be no chance for the Vein, or Celsiun for that matter, to make Bevroren Doden out of them. My wunjos and I perhaps jumped onto a bad paw with you and your family at the dinner; apologies to you and yours. If you are to take on this trip as well, we will be side by side and our lives will lay in each-others. "
Nauth will kneel down onto the furs and stare at whatever Brynj is starring at. After Brynj has spioken his peace the young ranger will return to his bunk, after patting Brynj firmly on the shoulder, and try to get some much needed sleep.
Dregar Tuesday August 22nd, 2006 9:58:44 AM
Dregar moved back to the tent the group was staying at. His walk through the village was uneventful, being more to clear his head and get the adrenaline level down. Once he opens the flap, he sees the others sitting around, and Brynj drinking.
He drops his axe to the side of his cot, and starts to take off his armor. Underneath the armor his body still has dried blood, his and the orks, on his body. Some of it is washed away where the villagers cleaned his wounds up.
He nods to the rest of the group before moving next to Brynj. He stands next to the proud man for a few minutes before extending his hand towards the horn of liquid.
" May I have some warrior?" he asked, showing the man the respect he deserved, and hoping the fight with the white hair ork will conjure him some respect back.
Nights End Tuesday August 22nd, 2006 5:05:45 PM
The group sists and talks briefly and unwinds a bit from the attack. The fire crackle in the long house and the smell of hickory and pine are prominent. The warm glows of the oragne flames encourage all to shed the thicker furs and switch to more supple skins and softer clothes. Bohdi mentions a peace offering perhaps be extended to Brynj and by someone other than him. The idea seems to have merrit after all likely in the morning, Brynj and the others will be setting off with the party and into the dangers of the far wastes of Tundra after the worg riders. Neco allows the others to do so and curls up under soft fox furs with weasal and is quickly asleep.
Nauthiz'Ull and Dregar walk to Brynj, who looks up at the younger humans and dwarf's approach. "My mind young one? Worgs, an large ones at that. I have been in several skirmishes with the Tuskers young 'Ull." The phrase is familiar if not surprising. Normally used by those close with the parents of the son or daughter. Brynj most certainly did not fit that profile. Brynj just keeps speaking, "Not known them to tame the wild and evil of a worg before."
Nauthiz'Ull extends the apology as it is and Brynj nods and hands Dregar his drinking horn upon the dwarf's request of it. "My son was too at fault in the matter. I think all may still be getting use to the return to the old ways of living so close. Adjustments need to be made and skins grown thicker."
Brynj gives Dregar a look over as the dwarf takes a drink, "You did well to stand your ground tonight, as did the girl. Now understand this on the morrow when we leave. I have no intention of leading this rescue. As'Domi Garret will do that so if you have not been looking to him you will be. That is all i will say on that." Brynj looks to each man who of course give approving looks back at the declaration and that is that. The older hunter stays up for one more drink and then retires.
Morning finds everyone and the smell of maple and sausage fill the house as the cooks of the lodge house start up breakfast. Soon everyone is gathered about the main table again. Stienn looks a bit quizzically at Aiden and with a hint of jest, "Boy your face is going to stick like like one day, you've had furrows in your face since you came back in last night. Out with it." Brynj hoists his glass, "Out with it hunter!" The entire table turns towards Aiden.
DM querey Aiden- Did you bring the wolf home last night?
Aiden Tuesday August 22nd, 2006 5:28:42 PM
ooc: he would TRY to bring the wolf with him. DM He could do so
Aiden looked at Stienn and then to Brynj. "if the entire village knows when we are leaving, then those of the Tusks will be waiting..." He seemed quite affirmative in the fact. Aiden had voiced his concerns over a traitor, or at least, collaborator, within the village several times already. To him, it did not make sense to continue to bring it up.
"or at the very least leave traps along the way..." Rubbing his chin, he continued, his Tuskian accent quite thick (ooc: assuming the Tusk accent is ork heavy)
"I have several ideas but I am not quite sure how well they would be enacted...or received. And it breaks down to trust and what ..." His thoughts went to try and find the words to explain 'resources', but the closest equivalent was usually 'plunder' (or some derivative of that). "...things we can use that the village has or that strange place that the magicks were bought.."
Aiden fought the internal revulsion at the thought of 'magick', but Bohdi had demonstrated its usefulness MANY times in the brief period that they have adventured with each other.
Bohdi Nackle Tuesday August 22nd, 2006 6:57:36 PM
Bohdi broke fast with the others and kept his own counsel. He needed to prepare for a trip--a hunting trip--on the tundra.
"A sword day, a red day, ere the sun rises," Bohdi muttered to himself.
Neco d20+5=18 Tuesday August 22nd, 2006 7:47:11 PM
Her pack leaning against her leg and Weezle in her pocket, Neco eats everything that is placed on her plate, and then approaches the cooks when it is empty with a request for more. (Diplomacy=18). The rogue overhears Aiden, and without compunction the slender human speaks up. "I can scout as good as any!" she volunteers in a high, light voice. "Better than some," she adds, looking at the taciturn ranger from the corner of her eyes. "I can move silently and unseen, and report back on whether or not the enemy are expecting us!" she says with bravado, "and if there are any traps along the way, I can find them and disable them!"
The excited rogue's grey eyes shine out from under her heavy bangs, but the tilt of her chin and the set of her small mouth, demonstrate the young human's conviction.
Garrett Tuesday August 22nd, 2006 10:40:48 PM
Garrett sleeps as best he can, silently listening to the talking of the others as he tried to sleep. Bristling only when it was declared that he would be leading the mission. It's one thing to lead his Wunjo's, as all are the same age and experience. But to lead the older men who have done and seen much more, that was a bit unsettling.
Upon waking, Garrett prepares the rest of his gear for a journey, and heads for breakfast. He says little to anyone, merely thinking his own thoughts and listening carefully to what was said by others.
Garrett heard Aidens talk about a traitor, and is not so sure that that is the case. There are other ways. Like magic. But he does feel that the belief of another force involved is correct, especially after the revelation that the orcs were not known to be able to tame the kinds of worgs that they brought with them.
Garrett eats quietly, and awaits the word from Kayra to lead people out across the tundra once again.
Nauthiz'Ull Wednesday August 23rd, 2006 11:22:04 AM
Brynj's address to the ranger does indeed suprise him with his ease of speech and nonchalant approach to claiming closeness to the family. Nodding in a similar nonchalant fashion, the ranger knows that much is changing within the village; maybe this could be one of the better changes.
Food is one thing that will stir this ranger from the depths and this mornings olifactory stimulation has a spreading pile of drool the size of an orc head upon his pillow just as he stirs. Rising and wiping the frozen sleep from the corners of his eyes, Nauth does some quick strectches just to melt the frozen muscles a bit before heading for sausage.
"Well, I have a few things to do this morning. Bohdi, do you have magics that can make me fly? If so, that would be greatly effective; for me and for you as well...no tracks and out of the reach of a Tusker blade. Perhaps the Catacombs would have something, like one of your wand type things, that we could use over and over?"
Nauth looks unsuredly at teh ponytailed gnome.
After breakfast is done, the ranger heads to the ulf trainer (i forgot his name and my notes are not with me) and looks to retrieve his beautiful girl.
Breakfast and Beyond Wednesday August 23rd, 2006 4:28:13 PM
The meal being served is impressive in its size if not variety. The normal flat bread with a maple syrup like sauce, sausage and warm mullspiced cider. Discussions are fairly light as most are occupied filling their stomachs, especially those who plan to be making the trek into the tundra. The energy required to strike out is almost twice that of working in the village each day. Steinn waves a hand at Aiden "Bah! tis the same reason you've been giving Aiden I for one think you got more twisting going on than that."
Brynj speaks up, "Stienn stow it, you ain't going. The man's got a point, though I disagree with it. At least to the affect they'll be trying to lie in wait. Too much open ground really, but we should keep it in mind."
Neco brings up her scouting and trap abilities and several men and women lean in with nods in between bites, 'Right good that will be' 'but she is such a lythe little thing to be out front' 'confident little thing isn't she' 'Didn't see or hear you step forward'
Garret and Bohdi remain quiet, thier minds working on what is to come and for Garret the pressure Brynj seems to wish to place on his shoulders.
Nauthiz'Ull talks of taking a flight with Bohdi's assistance and he draws more than one quizical look. "Why?" comes a failry innocent question a few people down the table from the ranger. The source, a small 12 year old boy, Steinn's second nephew.
Aiden's wolf is also there and for the most part, barring wide eyes at her size, she is taken in stride as house lodge's new pet.
The meal concluded, everyon, Brynj included grabs previously packed gear and steps into the outer chamber and starts dressing for out side. The outer chamber is about 40 degrees colder that the inner Lodge house itself and from there, the group emerges into the sub freezing air of the village. Nauthiz'Ull mentions stoppping to get the other wolf pup whom he has bonded with and the group meets soon enough at the obelisk with the other 7 volunteers and a small handful of others who are postponing thier daily work.
Kayra and Bjorn are waiting. Svanhvit is nowhere to be seen as is Friest likewise absent. Kayra looking a bit tired and favoring one leg nods solemly as the last people filter in. "I have heard the full of what transpired and we will get our child back. Those who have volunteered, your bravery will be remembered. You are also to learn what you may about the Twin Tusk, for I also have thought on the theft and that soon it will be time to reclaim what is rightfully ours. Now is not that time, we must know more." Then as if to add some lightness to the mood she takes a few steps towards bohdi and places a hnad on his head as she continues to the rest of the group with a soft smile, "For we are not mindless barbarians who will just merrily charge into battle without thought or plan."
Bjorn chuckles and steps forward. Pointing to two other men, "See she rests." indicating Kayra, adn then he turns to look at the group. It is important to return Elfr'Ásleif, but moreso that you do. Good hunting." and he steps aside to give way as the group leaves.
Bohdi Nackle Wednesday August 23rd, 2006 10:15:56 PM
"Could have fooled me last night," Bohdi scolded back at Kayra. But his eyes were soft. "See that you rest. We'll find your child."
"Once I have the benefit of Garrett's spell for protection from the cold, I'll be ready," Bohdi told the others. "Sorry, Nauthiz'Ull--I've nothing that would pick up someone as sturdy as you--at least, not yet. Maybe, with a bit more study, I will soon. I'll start working on it."
"In the meantime ...." Bohdi shouldered his pack and inclined his head toward the gate. He motioned to Aiden, Nauthiz'Ull, or one of the other hunters to lead.
Neco Wednesday August 23rd, 2006 11:29:11 PM
Neco looks longingly at the pool of sweet syrup that remains on her plate before turning away from the table and joining those about to exit into the cold. After snugging her garments about her, she shoulders her pack. Leaning this way and that, she tries to see over Bohdi and past the bigger men, in order to learn what the weather is like.
Aiden d20=13 Thursday August 24th, 2006 8:47:23 AM
Aiden nods in deference to Garrett. He would either take lead in terms of following the tracks, or for battle. With a deep breath, Aiden tried to steady his nerves which were still a bit raw from constantly missing the action in the last couple battles. He knew that there would be a chance to once again prove himself...
It would only be a matter of time...
Tracking (13 + 8 ) = 21
Dregar Thursday August 24th, 2006 8:54:26 AM
Dregar finishes slurping the food around his face. he stands up and wipes the excess off of his cheeks. He makes sure his armor is secure, and his axe is at his side. Once satisfied he heads out with others making sure to clasp forerms and pat backs on his way out.
Garrett Thursday August 24th, 2006 9:58:04 AM
Garrett looks at the assembled party of 13 that he will apparently be leading, and wishes to gather them together before we leave.
"Although time is important it is not critical. If they wanted to kill her, they would already have done so. We need to make sure we don't rush ourselves to our deaths."
(Do we know how far away their village is?) "We need to make sure we all have plenty of food. We will probably not be needing much wood this time, as smoke will give away our location. Wood and fire should only be used for emergencies."
"Unfortunately, I do not have enough spells to ward off the cold to handle all of us. I can keep six of us permanently protected. Actually, come to think of it, with one spell from Bohdi, I could keep everyone protected every day, but it would use all the spellcasting ability at my disposal. I'm not sure that would be a wise idea except were we to be hit with a terrible storm or deadly cold front."
"These issues we should discuss quickly now. Tactics and how we are going to achieve our objective can be discussed on the way. Unless their are some other supplies we need to acquire from the catacombs before we leave."
"I would like to hear everyones thoughts on the matter, especially those I have not traveled into the tundra with before. I have a ring that allows me to not need to eat, as well as a magical bag that will hold large amounts of food and wood for those that do not wish to carry as much as they need to."
Garrett waits and looks at everyone for thoughts and answers, especially those that he is unfamiliar in traveling with. He will not have yet cast his endure elements for today, waiting to see which 6 will be permanently covered. Likely Dregar and Neco will be two, but he will wait to have our discussion first.
Spells: 0 lvl: CMW, Light x2, Mending, Detect Magic 1st lvl: Endure Elements x3, Endure elements, Magic Weapon(d),(plus pearl) 2nd lvl: Hold Person x2, Spiritual Weapon, Bulls Strength(d)
Nauthiz'Ull d20+4=19 d20+12=32 d20+10=17 d20+10=14 d20+10=29 Thursday August 24th, 2006 10:54:13 AM
As the group assembles Nauth will postpone his arrival as he is still occupied with his newest companion. Taking her, without leash, he walks towards the pile of Tusker and worg bodies.
"Sniff pup; know your prey, know our enemy."
Nauth gives the ulf plenty of time to become familiar with the scents before clicking his tongue and leaving for the village gates. As the ranger strolls into the gathering he listens to his wunjo's words and nods approvingly.
"We have two born hunters of these lands; I offer my ulf to help track the Tuskers. She is already familiar witht he scents of those who fell last night and I am sure that she could find them with much more accuracy than any of us hunters."
After his offer is laid out Nauth turns his attention to the skies and the air and the sun; he looks intent on figuring out the weather.
Listening to Garret's concerns about keeping everyone safe from the elements, Nauth waits until he can talk to the resident magicker alone and will approach his gnomish friend when out on the trail.
"Wunjo, I would like to try and use magic a bit. I feel as if I could do a little bit but I know not how to call it forth from my body. Could you teach me how to tap into my magic? Perhaps starting with the spell to keep us safe from the elements?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Handle Animal.19 Spot.32 [NAT20!] Survival.17 [tracks] Listen.14 Survival.29 [weather]
ooc: consider Nauth having prepped Endure Elements for his spell for the day. I just want to roleplay the discovery of how to harness his ranger magic.
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