Neco Wednesday February 28th, 2007 7:24:40 PM
Though she likes to be out front, scouting, so do the taciturn rangers. Neco decides to hang back and let the others break trail.
Reaching a hand inside her pocket, she feels for the warm furball that is her companion. If the sun is shining, and it isn't too cold, she retrieves the creature and lets him cling to the arm of her warm jacket. Holding out her arm she shows Weezle to the girl. It might amuse her. "He won't bite," she says, "or at least I don't think he will."
Bohdi Nackle Wednesday February 28th, 2007 8:40:25 PM
Squork hissed and flapped angrily at the young rogue-sorceror's companion. Bohdi shushed the bird and gently smoothed his ruffled feathers.
The gnome sniffed and looked about. "The sooner we're home, the better," he commented.
Aiden d20=10 d20=7 d20=4 d20=13 d20=11 Wednesday February 28th, 2007 11:08:11 PM
Aiden turned over his shoulder momentarily to see what the 'noise' was behind him. Seeing that Neco was showing her animal companion to the girl caused a small smile to appear on the gruff ranger.
By making her familiar with animals, it would help develop her awareness...and respect...for the creatures. The girl had already seen several types of animals from the natural such as the wolves, raven, and ferret, to the supernatural like the Attas and winter wolves.
Garrett Thursday March 1st, 2007 8:22:01 AM
Garrett shows concern about a single set of prints heading toward Burfell, but nothing more. Not willing to chase after some lone individual in the tundra, Garrett says little as he and his friends continue on their way home. Reuniting Elfr with her family and the village is the goal.
Yanosh Thursday March 1st, 2007 2:14:37 PM
Seeing the lone tracks in the ice and snow Yanosh cannot believe any sane being would travel this desolate place alone.
Desolate? Is this place truly desolate? Didnt he just fight creatures that live out here? Are there not creatures in a desert? What makes this any different? The cold and snow? No it is the same. To him it looks barren and lifless but to those around him it is home and has abundant life. In time he too could learn to live, not just live but survive out here on the tundra. Could they live inside a mountain? Yes, but could they survive long? No not with out help and training. Home, is home not where you are excepted and respected? "Come my new friends lets get this young one home." The scarf covered Dwarf states as he trudges toward the village and the possiblity of a new life.
Last Legs Thursday March 1st, 2007 4:33:51 PM
Aiden studies the Prints in teh snow, blurred already by wind, Nauthiz`Ull crouches beside him. "The prints are humanoid and look," Nauthiz points to what Aiden was already noticing, the prints were also made by a man not wearing footgear. the rangers look at each other, only one humanoid of medium build fit all the pieces of this trail. Bevroren and only powerful dead travel alone. The rangers find thier eyes drawn toward the northern horizon. It was out there, somewhere.
The group continues towards home and the promise of soft fur beds and finally a chance to actually be warm and dry. Not to mention cooked food and room temperature drink. The lone trail blazing north is put to the back of the mind and all focus shifts to putting one foot in front of the other. Neco finds the sun shining quite well and so she extracts the weasel from her pocket, which moves quickly to take up a lounging position across her shoulders. Squork flusters a bit and conveys his relative unhappiness about the other familiars emergence, but Elfr is certainly intrigued. Her giggle is light care free and that of a child befit her years. Her abduction and subsequent rescue and grueling march do not seem to have had too lasting of an impression. She tries to quicken her pace to see the weasel better and then asks in a mousy voice, "Why do have him?"
Ahead of the group, Nauthiz`Ull and Aiden continue to safely move the group across hidden falls and bridges that are betrayed by the subtlest of signs of the snow patterns before them. Both wolves have taken up position immediately to the men's rear, the snow starting to prove to tiring to push through for them. Their tongues hang from open mouths and their ears are in constant pivot for new sounds as they walk. The winds and dancing snow crystals are all that there is to hear and the low conversations of those further back in the line.
This day too, finally yields to evening which soon falls to night. It is another very cold night and the distant roll of thunder can be heard. Likely in the mountains far to the south a fierce storm rages. Nothing else beyond the countless stars is about this night and despite the dangerously cold temperatures the sight causes the gazer to pause in lost thought perhaps longer than they should. The wolves move into the shelters as well and sleep is had in relative comfort.
The following dawn promises to remain very cold and the wind has picked up from the south, driving the snow before it. Again the group falls into line behind the rangers, fro the final push and home.
Neco d20+5=23 d20+7=27 Thursday March 1st, 2007 8:49:57 PM
Neco Tactus shrugs her thin shoulders underneath the short warm jacket. Her gray-blue eyes take the measure of the girl and she answers, "I do not have have Weezle...he has me." With that, the rogue catches the creature and rubs her pale cheek against his fur, adding, "but I do love him."
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On the second day, as they trudge along, Neco breaks her silence to ask the girl, "so Elfr? What do you plan to be when you are of age to decide?"
Picking up on the concerns of the others, the girl remains alert.
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Bohdi Nackle Friday March 2nd, 2007 8:04:36 AM
In the morning, with home nearing, Bohdi prepared spells in a chipper mood. He struck up a conversation with Yanosh as they walked--more like continuing the conversation from the other day, really.
"Tell me more about the place you first came from. Is it much different than this place? I'm guessing it was."
Spell list: Gnome abilities: Ghost Sound, Prestidigitation, Dancing Lights, Speak with Burrowing Mammals Level 0: Detect Magic (x2), Message (x2) Level 1: Endure Elements (cast), Mage Armor, Alarm, Magic Missile, Color Spray Level 2: Scorching Ray (x2), Hypnotic Pattern, Rope Trick Wand of Magic Missiles, 15 charges remaining
Garrett Friday March 2nd, 2007 8:41:05 AM
Garrett arises the next morning, looking forward to returning home.
After he prays for spells, he once again casts the endure elements spells. coupled with Bohdi's and the rod, none should have concern of the cold.
Yanosh Friday March 2nd, 2007 12:47:47 PM
Startled by Bohdi's question Yanosh looks at him. "Where I come from? Yes it is much different then here. I come from The Scab mountains north of New Elenna. My home was beautiful if not dangerous. All of my clan was involved in the arming and armouring of the Dwarves in our area. We live in large undermountain homes. More then just a cave. They are carved halls large enough for 2 humans standing on each other. My fathers forge was large. We had room enough for 4 workers and storage for 50 suits of armour and 100 weapons. The Grand Hall has corridors that lead off to the forge and the homes of the clan. I was just becoming of age to start my own home and family." Yanosh's eyes become misty as he remembers an unspoken pain. "But that was befor I was disfigured and shamed to leaving. Mama said that no matter what others thought I was still a stronge and contributing ClansDwarf. But the children were afraid and the axe was never bought by the one who ordered it. Said it was cursed now." He looks his axe over, "Maybe it is, but its my life that curses it. So I left in the night and have been drifting since." Yanosh clasps the diminutive Gnome on the shoulder as he wipes his eyes. "Tell me friend Bohdi of you."
Aiden d20=14 d20=8 d20=20 d20=18 d20=11 d20=12 Friday March 2nd, 2007 1:41:19 PM
During the evening, Aiden had tried to settle his nerves, and in a manner, cleanse his senses. He had seen others attempt such things, and his former 'father' had actually helped him succeed once to hit that personal 'zone'. THe main thrust was to block out everything from your hearing, smell, touch and sight, and imagine himself in the cleanest/clearest area possible. The one time that it did work, Aiden felt as if all his senses had sharpened ten fold. Of course, that happened once, and more often, he had fallen asleep instead. (OOC: I know it's not really in this game, but he's aiming for a type of meditation to clear mind and senses...)
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The next day, whether it had worked or not, Aiden did feel a little bit more refreshed. The others were busily chatting amongst each others, and he continued to focus in on the task at hand, their successful return to Ice Peaks.
Then after this...he would start the hunt for the Twin Tusks artifact, and perhaps in its recovery, it would help him get closer towards his own goal...
Not to mention maybe get a few coins together to help sponsor a trip to the land of the sun, so that Bohdi can see Flea again.
True he was a chauvinist barbarian/tracker, but even Aiden had a slight (very slight) soft spot for the gnome.
Encounter Outside of Ice Peak Sunday March 4th, 2007 12:45:13 PM
Neco talks to Elfr for part of the day, not so much about the weasel but about what the future holds for the small girl. "Daddy has not told me what I will do in the village yet." Neco learns over the day, she likes to help her mother take care of the family, she likes to play in the snow when it is not too cold and she likes to play with her dog.
Bohdi and Yanosh speak more of each others homes. the dwarven mountain fortress sounds very impressive indeed, if not a bit claustorphobic to one who grew up inthe vaulted ice towers of Zaran...
Aiden sits quietly in the early morning hours, the cold nips at his ears, freezes the hairs in his nose and fills his lungs. Launching his sences across his body. The feeling is invigorating and expected. The calmness floats over him, but then something else does as well. A tug or pull from the north a sense of awareness and power. The ranger can almost hear the voice in his head, but can not quite pull it in and so it remains a presence just outside his thoughts. BAM! Reality slams him back to the waking world, the group about him preparingas they always did before the march, but in his heightened state it hit much harder this day. Aiden's mind already seems to fuzz on what happened, as if he fell into a dream and now was awake. Aiden looks over to the wolf that has been his constant shadow tfor the past few weeks and the wolf blinks back at him. "Is something wrong? the wolf asks clearly. A quick glance at the others and it is quite clear to the ranger, no on else understood the animal.
The march resumes and as the sun draws to its zenith, four men are seen coming around a small drift to the south, pulling an empty sled. At first they appeared headed in the direction of Ice Peak, but having spotted the group, they alter course. The men can be seen drawing thier bows from shoulders, if they have notched arrows is hard to tell at such a distance, roughly 280 feet.
Bohdi Nackle (AC 20, HP 26/26) and Squork (AC 20, HP 13/13) Sunday March 4th, 2007 10:19:49 PM
Muttering a quiet incantation and tracing a rune, Bohdi surrounded himself and Squork with a bluish field of energy that slowly faded (cast: Mage Armor).
"Let's hope those are just a hunting party," he said quietly.
Spell list: Gnome abilities: Ghost Sound, Prestidigitation, Dancing Lights, Speak with Burrowing Mammals Level 0: Detect Magic (x2), Message (x2) Level 1: Endure Elements (cast), Mage Armor (cast), Alarm, Magic Missile, Color Spray Level 2: Scorching Ray (x2), Hypnotic Pattern, Rope Trick Wand of Magic Missiles, 15 charges remaining
ooc: turning things over to Buzz until 3/14! Thanks, Buzz!
Garrett Monday March 5th, 2007 8:48:08 AM
Not quite sure of their intent, Garrett places himself directly between them and Elfr, trying to provide her as much cover as possible. He then pulls his bow.
"Ready you're ranged weapons, and stay together. Don't fire unless they do so first. Let's keep moving in their direction, and hopefully have a talk. We are quite close to the village, so they may be a hunting or scouting group."
Yanosh Monday March 5th, 2007 12:00:28 PM
For such a desolet place Yanosh can not believe the number of creatures and people they have encountered. Yanosh flexes his hand loosening it up for any coming battle.
"Is there no rest in this place?" the Dwarf grumbles softly.
Aiden Monday March 5th, 2007 2:59:03 PM
Aiden actually looked a bit surprised when he had come out of his 'trance'. He quickly tried to cover it up.
~the madness of snow?~ he thought to himself, a bit stunned at the development of his 'sister' talking to him.
However, he continued to lead onwards, silently...pondering what had happened. With the group of individuals in the distance and Garrett's orders, another thought came to mind.
"Bohdi...can you use that spell that allowed us to speak quietly to speak to them?" as he pointed in the distance. "And so if they are from the village, we would avoid firing on each other..."
Neco (Mage Armor) Monday March 5th, 2007 4:32:41 PM
Taking up her wand, the rogue casts a protective spell upon herself.
"Here we go again," she mutters under her breath, and then she has a thought. "Maybe those are Elfr's people? Can you tell?" Neco brings her free hand up to sheild her eyes. She knows some of the folks from the village, but not very many.
Bohdi Nackle (AC 20, HP 26/26) and Squork (AC 20, HP 13/13) Monday March 5th, 2007 4:44:29 PM
Bohdi trudges along in a reverie. He is heard to mumble to himself on occassion and emits a slight giggle here and there, but it is plain to see the gnome is in his own thoughts through most of the trek. As he is addressed however, he becomes alert and lucid to the situation. "Did someone ask about magic? I have the answer. A Message spell is that of which you speak and I can assure you it is possible, bloody well possible." He says with excitement, then continues "At this time they are way to far away for it to work and to be quite honest with you, it will do little good in this situation, here is why. By the time they get close enough for it to work, we will all be within range for some missiles or spells. Now if I were but a few levels higher I could perform such wonderous feats of magic so that we could talk to them before there is a chance of hostilities. I could and will do so if you think it a smart choice?" The last said in an almost condecending manner, as if anyone could be smarter then him in regards to magic.
OOC: Thanks for allowing me to particiapte in your game. I am Looking forward to this week.
Spell list: Gnome abilities: Ghost Sound, Prestidigitation, Dancing Lights, Speak with Burrowing Mammals Level 0: Detect Magic (x2), Message (x2) Level 1: Endure Elements (cast), Mage Armor (cast), Alarm, Magic Missile, Color Spray Level 2: Scorching Ray (x2), Hypnotic Pattern, Rope Trick Wand of Magic Missiles, 15 charges remaining
Hunters of Ice Peak Monday March 5th, 2007 6:07:02 PM
The groups spot each other and each seems to take minor precautions, but are relatively sure that the other is from the village. Yanosh is slightly amazed at teh amount of apparent activity on what to his eyes seems so desolate and isolated a place. Those of Ice Peak too, have noted that ever since the awakening of the Fey king and the great eruption a few months ago, the life in the Vein has definately increased. And with it so to has the dangers.
Within shouting distance the four men raise voice in call, "Hunters greeeting from the Village of Ice Peak!" Garrett returns the call and the two groups meet. The four hunters look fairly haggered and relay a story of almost 20 days in the foothills of the south hunting elk and avoiding wolf packs. "More powerful than I Have seen in over 20 years." The lead man states. "Seemed to be smarter too, but still wolves and still more interested in elk and the like than us. But they are depleting our normal grounds. If the others have found likewise the village may starve." "or be forced to move." another offers.
Earlier that morning, Aiden's sister does not seem convinced he is all right and again posses the question to the ranger. "Aiden, are you feeling well?" If ignore as Aiden takes the lead with Nauthiz`Ull she shadows him as always, "if you insists then."
Aiden Monday March 5th, 2007 6:14:47 PM
(OOC: if she speaks to him again, he will NOT ignore her. Once could have been a figment of his imagination/snow madness. He won't fight against it if it is twice that she speaks to him.)
Aiden is still wary when he, tentatively, speaks back to her. "I am sorry pack-mate..." as he almost fumbles between the idea of speaking to the wolf. "We have not spoken before...and I will need adjustment."
Of course, Aiden speaking to the wolf as such, if heard by the others, may be construed as insanity.
But then again...he's from Twin Tusks...and has spent quite a bit of time on the plains. He could be considered eccentric.
(OOC: I'm sorry if I'm a little dense, but in the post..what has been chasing the elk and wolves? Or are the wolves depleting the hunting grounds?)
DM no problem. the wolves hunt the elk. there are just more of them now it seems to the hunters and they are bigger so need more food each. all this equals not as many elk to hunt and of course the larger more powerful wolf packs aren't on the menu either.
After about a minute Aiden finds he can no longer understand the yips and and friendly growls of his wolf companion. (Spell wore off. I am playing up on Aidens lack of spell knowledge, but some nearby Powers are vying for the rangers 'loyalty' so to speak. Make sense and are you cool with it?
Posting Report for Monday March 5th, 2007 7:15:06 PM
Game # 14 Ice Vein For the week of Feb 26,2007
Neco Monday March 5th, 2007 11:30:05 PM
The human girl wonders where the villagers of Ice Peak might go, if forced to move. She wouldn't mind a warmer place, but wouldn't want to go any place where she might be...recognized.
Garrett Tuesday March 6th, 2007 8:06:30 AM
Garrett nods solemnly at the news of the hunt. "Did the other hunters make it back with the mammoth that we all felled? Hopefully the meat from that will give time to come up with a plan."
Garrett turns toward home. "But come, let us talk as we walk. Elfr is eager to see her family again." Garrett begins moving towards home once again.
"Much is changing in the vein these days. We came across a lake opening up in the middle of the tundra. The snow seemed to be melting or heating from below in a great expanse of area."
Bohdi Nackle (AC 20, HP 26/26) and Squork (AC 20, HP 13/13) Tuesday March 6th, 2007 2:06:52 PM
The gnome listens with some interest at the discussion and has happy thought of the area becoming warmer. Bugger the cold and to hades with it are his thoughts on the matter. But no food? That is a serious problem, mainly because he enjoys eating. Not only because it is filling or good for you, but because it was delicious. Oh the savory meat and gravy in a warm baked pie. Shredded ginger roots and cinnamon wrapped up with a fine billowy pastry. Something must be done! He states his opinion and asks a few questions, "This sounds totally unnatural compared to what we have seen before these recent events. Any druids around to ask what is happening? Is this a natural occurance or do we need to go find the problem and bugger it? I'm not above a little travel to insure I remain well fed. Starving is out of the bloody question!" With that he continues on with the others, with an entirely new train of thought to keep him company until the village is in sight, or until someone says something that catches his attention.
Yanosh Tuesday March 6th, 2007 4:03:40 PM
Seeing that the hunters are from the same village as his new friends are he relaxes some. The thought that the food source for them maybe shrinking does not settle well with him.
"If the wolves are becoming more common around here then where are they coming from and why?" Growing up in the mountains Yanosh has heard stories of wolves moving to find food.
Starvation in their home grounds can make them move. Predation from a larger creature can be another. But here Yanosh has learned that some things are not so simple as they were when he was growing up. Larger wolves meens healthy wolves, so they were not starving. But he did hear that one white wolf talk did he not?? Strange land here indeed.
Aiden Tuesday March 6th, 2007 6:15:23 PM
ooc: I'm cool with it...it makes it interesting since Aiden doesn't particularly 'pray' to any one being, but he tends to respect those with power.
Aiden kept quiet. Perhaps the demon wolves were organizing the natural wolves? If so, that would tip the 'balance' between the predators of the wolves, and the more effective hunt for the elk.
"The ice wolves Garret?" he asked quietly, seeing whether their leader thought along the same lines.
Much Has Happened Tuesday March 6th, 2007 9:09:44 PM
The hunters have left before the Tusker raid and are only now on thier journey home. they have no knowledge of the party's activity or if the other group made it back. The idea that a mammoth was killed brings a hopeful countenance to thier faces. "If they did then they may have saved the village. It is not common knowledge but soon would be of the food shortage." All four are impressed and skeptical of the groups claim to be involved in such a great feat as bringing down so powerful a creature. The party though are adults and thier word would be taken as such.
The collective group walks towards Ice Peak. "What has happened to the wolves, Aye to all the animals I say? Just look at those two." the man gestures to the wolves flanking Nauthiz`Ull and Aiden. "Naught but a year old and bigger than full grown and full of muscle to boot." One of the hunters gives the dwarf a more than cursory look, "Where are you from Austlander?"
Three other sets of eyes look in Yanosh's direction and the elder hunter address Garrett, "You mean to bring the Austlander in As`Domi then. He knows not the Vein and not of Jakull Friest, the Jack Frost, you bested eh?" The man looks past Garrett to Yanosh, "The Friest did this. His coming, his awakening has stirred the Vein and angered Celsiun too. Our Priestess no longer can see."
Seeing Garrett's look he continues, "Aye, tis right it is. You know As`Domi, but I will say no more about it if you say not until we reach Ice Peak on the setting sun."
Neco Wednesday March 7th, 2007 7:36:47 AM
When the hunters single out Yanosh as an 'Austlander', Neco quietly moves over to stand by her friend. She pushes back the big hood of her jacket, and eyes the men cooly with her grey-blue eyes. "He is Yanosh, friend of Neco svienn Lleya," she says using her Ice Vein name.
The rogue waits to hear what the rangers or the cleric might say in defense of the party's composition.
Garrett Wednesday March 7th, 2007 8:24:42 AM
Responding to Aiden. "Yes. The thought of the white wolves leading others is reasonable. They seem to be smart enough, and can speak our language. But the two we killed had no other wolves with them. I do not know. Perhaps some of the hunters or the elders have heard of such a thing before."
Garrett then responds to the elder hunter with respect. "Aye, we mean to bring him in. His name is Yanosh and I will vouch for him. He helped us get Elfr back, and bled side by side with the rest of us as we killed the Bevroden Doden and took her from the ice witch. I would let him guard my back any day."
"Perhaps the Friest did do this. The vein definitely seems to be stirring. But whether or not Celsiun is upset, only Celsiun knows. If he is, his wrath has been greater upon the tuskers. Their leader is dead, and their tribe sundered. Perhaps it is time to recover the shield of Domi and return it to where it belongs."
"Speak as you would about the matter. I have nothing to hide from anyone, and prefer straight forward talk to words whispered in the dark." Garrett waits for the hunter to continue.
Bohdi Nackle (AC 20, HP 26/26) and Squork (AC 20, HP 13/13) d20+4=14 Wednesday March 7th, 2007 2:03:30 PM
The situation grows tense for a few moments, not something at all comfortable. Bohdi decides to lighten the mood a bit for Elfr and perhaps the others. "Illumicus Sperical Quadimal" is all he says as he begins an incantation, flexing his fingers with dexterity to complete the somatic component. Four balls of light spring into existance above him and fall gracefully into his hands. With a smile and a whistle, Bohdi begins juggling the multi colored lights. Speeding them up and slowing them down, he will throw one toward Garrett. The yellow ball spinning toward him, then stopping, it seems to be pulled back by the illusionist. After a few rounds he says, "We will let the Elders choose the matters of who belongs or no. From there, our own choices can be made, eh?" With that he hands the child a blue ball to see if she wants to play with it.
Actions: Cast Dancing Lights while using skill Slight of Hand: 14
If disbelieve DC+1 (ooc: Slight of hand is not in my book, or in the d20 SRD site. Am I missing something? Also curious, if Elfr wants to disbelieve the ball and fails, does it become like a real ball to her, or will I have to continue concentrating on it to move it around? Thanks)
Spell list: Gnome abilities: Ghost Sound, Prestidigitation, Dancing Lights (cast), Speak with Burrowing Mammals Level 0: Detect Magic (x2), Message (x2) Level 1: Endure Elements (cast), Mage Armor (cast), Alarm, Magic Missile, Color Spray Level 2: Scorching Ray (x2), Hypnotic Pattern, Rope Trick Wand of Magic Missiles, 15 charges remaining
Aiden Wednesday March 7th, 2007 5:56:27 PM
Aiden kept silent his thoughts deeply contemplating exactly what was occurring. With him 'understanding' his pack-mate, was that a sign?
It had been alluded to earlier with the wolves' rapid growth, even before they had started to travel together with their four-legged pack-mates.
But who or what could it be? Could it be the dark spirit that had killed the nature spirit? That did not seem probable to Aiden.
No...it seems to be more that spirit that enjoyed the 'snow balls'. They mentioned the Freist, and that seemed the most likely of culprits, even as their choices (or lack thereof) was now affecting the Vein, both Tusk and Peak member.
These were going to be most interesting times...
Looking at Garrett, he motioned him to the side, away from the others. If possible, he'll whisper quietly, "now is a good time to see if anything from the 'Catacombs' could be bought or traded until everything is righted..."
Yanosh Wednesday March 7th, 2007 6:24:08 PM
When the questioned as to who he is and where he is from Yanosh stops and crosses his arms over his chest. 'Here it comes' he thinks to himself. 'Going to be run off before I ever get there.'
When the others stand up for him Yanosh can not believe his ears. A tear goes unnoticed down his burned cheek.
Yanosh steps forward and anounces in a clear steady voice, "I am Yanosh Ironfist. I come from the Scab Mountains of the Northern Continent. I came here in search of a new life." With a sweep of his hands Yanosh indicates his new commrads "And these have taken me in and called me friend. If I am not welcomed in your village then let it be known now. If I must meet some ritual then let it be done now."
The proud and frustrated Dwarf is tired of roaming. Never has he had friends such as these have been. If need be Yanosh will die here and now for them. Flexing his right hand Yanosh begins to hum a tune softly waiting for an answer. Today he has decided to stop running from himself!
Yanosh, in or out? Wednesday March 7th, 2007 9:40:58 PM
Neco moves to Yanosh's side and answers the eldest hunters question of the dwarf. The man's eyes narrow and focus on Neco for a moment. "Svienn Lleya?" His head turns slightly and looks at Garret and Nauthiz`Ull and then he asks Garrett. "The Austlander has been blooded?" he continues even before Garrett confirms it, "We have been away for too many days."
The news of the infamous Tuskan leader being dead and the once powerful tribe scattered hits the four of them like a hammer. They stand stunned for a few moments, unable to say anything. "Scattered?" asks one. "The Eruption, the Tusk was far closer than we." says another. "If not now then I can think of no time the signs will ever say." The elder hunter replies to Garrett on the reclaiming of the Shield of Domi."
Bohdi casts Dancing lights spell to difuse the gathering tense moments and the gnomes levity attempt seems to fall on humorless barbarians. Though with the onslaught of new information, none seem to know how to address him, so they ignore him.
Focus shifts to Yanosh as the dwarf resolves an inner conflict and steps forward. Today it would end in one way or the other. The three hunters immediately look to the elder on Yanosh's completion and the powerfully built barbarian hunter of the Ice Vein stepped to dwarf. "I am Hrof Runeguardt Svienn Ulgm, hunter of ice Peak. It is not for me to turn one away from my village who comes in peace and friendship. `As'Domi has said your blood has touched the ice and svienn Lleya claims you friend. Kayra and the elders will decide upon this, but know I and my wunjos will support you." His tone is nearly frighteningly dangerous, the words almost barked and his deep baritone carries power of character. But his eyes and the hand that claps Yanosh on the shoulder is that of comradeship.
The groups now fully mingle, Elfr is more than happy to play with one of the lights and the village of Ice Peak comes into view in a few short hours.
Does anyone have specific things to ask? If so post your character asking. If not next post will be in the Village and a lot is going to happen. might want to take advantage of the few short hours of walking to it.
Neco Wednesday March 7th, 2007 10:59:55 PM
The leader of the hunters accepts Yanosh in a manish way Neco has seen before, and one she thinks the dwarf will welcome. She flashes Yanosh a rare smile, showing small, even teeth, before she pulls up her big hood once again.
Finding a place in the line, the rogue listens in on the conversation, trying to make sense of all the superstitious mumbo-jumbo.
Garrett Thursday March 8th, 2007 8:21:39 AM
"Yes Aiden. The catacombs could be a very big help to the village if food is scarce. We should see what has transpired since we left, and what is needed before we decide what to get though. There is much that Karya and Svanhit will want to know, and we may be busy very quickly. the white wolves, the tuskers, the ice witch. All will be of great interest. Before we go across the tundra again though, we will definitely need to replace our wand."
Garrett leans closer and whispers " I am also not quite sure how our acquisition of the witches treasure will be received. Hopefully not poorly."
Bohdi Nackle (AC 20, HP 26/26) and Squork (AC 20, HP 13/13) Thursday March 8th, 2007 10:30:06 AM
Bohdi smiles to Yanoish and claps him as high on the shoulder as he can after the elder hunter gave his approval of the dwarf. "Huzzah!" The illusionist is disappointed in the barbarian's lack of humor though, but it could be the times not the people. Naw, it's definitely the people, he thinks to himself. A bunch of stuffed shirts without hot tea to warm their attitudes. One more reason he misses his home. What he wouldn't give for a philisophical debate on the properties of gem stones and magic. "Bugger the cold." he says out loud to no one in particular. Questions? He has a dozen of them, none of which these daft hunters would be able to answer. Aw well, at least someone appreciates good magic, even if it is minor at best. He looks to the small barbarian child they just rescued. He can't help but think that one day she will look upon such as petty also. He asks Elfr, "What do you think about magic? Pretty fun huh?"
Yanosh Thursday March 8th, 2007 12:42:12 PM
"Thank you Hrof Runeguardt Svienn Ulgm," the proud Dwarf states as he stumbles over the hunters name. Yanosh clasps the arm and hand of the hunter.
A sigh of relief softly escapes the Dwarf as he is accepted so far. Thinking to himself he must show his thanks to his new friends for standing beside him when he needed them most. With hope they will continue to stand beside him. The time will come, and come soon, that he will have to show his face to all. Those with him have seen his scars and disfigurment but the elders and hunters of the village have not and that is where he will need friends most.
Aiden Thursday March 8th, 2007 3:22:23 PM
Aiden frowned, giving his head a slight shake. "I would not think it wise" as he spoke with the nasal pronunciation that came with ork taught common, "to speak of that information to the elders..."
"At least until those of trust and blood are spoken to in private first..."
Aiden's mind still went back to the rather 'alpha' like feel and contest that was being waged between several subgroups among the elders.
"we ..or they (ooc: the treasures)...could then be used as tools unwittingly..."
The others could still see/feel Aiden speaking in soft tones with Garrett, his sharp eyes darting to watch the hunters (who may be distracted by the show of light).
Last of the Small Talk Thursday March 8th, 2007 9:20:19 PM
The group walks together and various conversations occur. Bohdi speaks to Elfr if she is interested in magic She is as enthusiastice as any child would be at the prospect of learning such things. Though she is not sure if her parents would allow it. "But they might, wait uintil I ask them for you to be my teacher!" she excitedly exclaims.
Yanosh's attempt to use Hrof's full name and pronounce it correctly brings a smile to the face of eveyone and a giggle from Elfr. "Well spoken Yanosh." he replies.
Mention of the Ice witch causes two of the hunters Brfal and Frey to touch a gloved hand to thier face and spit. One of many family based superstitions that most no longer know the origination of. Now more habit than anything else.
Garrett and Aiden drop to thier own hushed conversation. One good thing about having a great deal of clothing to protect you and a constant swirling wind was private conversations on the tundra were very hard to hear.
The village comes in sight and the group enters. Hrof bids Neco and the rest farewell and the four strike to move towards their respective low lying homes. Elfr stays right by the group's side. The smalled walled village seems it's same deserted self at the early evening hour. Most are inside keeping warm and preparing for dinner, the aroma of cooked meat fills the air. The last of the work is being set aside and the ring of steel and iron has ceased.
Neco Thursday March 8th, 2007 9:28:05 PM
The rogue sniffs the air and says "I wonder what's for dinner?" looking at Bohdi and Yanosh. A merry light dances in her grey eyes.
Garrett Friday March 9th, 2007 8:25:44 AM
Garrett's replies quietly to Aiden, "Aye, the chest should be mentioned quietly first. I think Svanhit would be the best recipient of that discussion. She is wise, and old enough to know more about the ice witch than many others. That, and her loyalty appears to lie with Karya, as does mine."
Upon entering the village, Garrett speaks. "Let us take Elfr home first. Then a good meal and a soft bed not made of snow. "
Garrett begins walking Elfr towards her home with whoever else wishes to go
Bohdi Nackle (AC 20, HP 26/26) and Squork (AC 20, HP 13/13) Friday March 9th, 2007 11:26:05 AM
The sight of the village visibly brightens the face of Bohdi. Once again he becomes talkative, possibly to the chagrin of the others. "A hot brandy is so in my future, yes yes. That's first, then a hot bath, oohh that sounds good. I feel as though I've been drug through a hedge backward, I do. Most uncivilized I'm becoming." He stays with the group upon entrance and will escort Elfr home along with the others.
Spell list: Gnome abilities: Ghost Sound, Prestidigitation, Dancing Lights (cast), Speak with Burrowing Mammals Level 0: Detect Magic (x2), Message (x2) Level 1: Endure Elements (cast), Mage Armor (cast), Alarm, Magic Missile, Color Spray Level 2: Scorching Ray (x2), Hypnotic Pattern, Rope Trick Wand of Magic Missiles, 15 charges remaining
Yanosh Friday March 9th, 2007 2:20:06 PM
Yanosh looks around the village taking in the sights. The sounds and smells are as similar and as differant as any city, town or villiage he has ever been in. The sounds of work, smells of cooking and yes even the smells of refuse. these are the signs of home. Also the signs of hatred and perjury.
"Yes lets take her home. she has been away from her family far too long." worriedly Yanosh agrees to see Elfr to her home.
Aiden Friday March 9th, 2007 5:13:57 PM
Aiden nodded, a slight one, to Garrett. "Perhaps the old man..." he also added as a possibility, "the warlock..."
He continued to watch (and walk) with the others. A part of him distrusted the new hunters that had joined with their group, but for him, it was easy to feel that way. Paranoia had been almost bred into him given Twin Tusks.
A House's Thanks Saturday March 10th, 2007 1:19:55 PM
The four hunters whom had met the group outside of ice Peak, bid a good evening and head to thier homes. First on everyone's list to do is of course take Elfr the rest of the way home. Upon entering to low slung long house, Elfr runs towards her father with a squeel of delight. All heads spin towards the party and many of the men and women seated at the table launch themselves to their feet. There is a massive hue and cries of joy over the child's return.
The party is quickly asked to sit and eat with them as room is being made to accomodate them. "We can not express often enough how grateful we are to you. Brynj and the others returned over a week ago with the mammoth. While that was a wonderful event and the entire village is blessed by their triumph of that hunt. We knew that our child might have to pay for everyone else. We were proud to accept that honor, but always held hope. Now you have proven that hope well founded."
Haden produces a small well crafted pouch and presents it to Garrett, the person all in the village knows accepts gifts and thanks on behalf of the whole party. "It was to be our gift ot Celsiun at the foot of Burfell if you did not return, so now I give it to you with my thanks."
In short order, all 42 people of the house, 5 families in all, make thier way to shake hands and hug each party member. Yanosh is treated like the others. Obviously ice Peak has seen and been on good terms with dwarves in the past.
Dinner is served, mammoth stew, with a thick dark ale and some black cheese. The food is good if not plain for Yanosh's tastes. To everyone else it seems a normal enough dinner. Aiden speaks to Garrett, still privately of possibly seeing Ulgr Mun. He is a rumored warlock and just about everything else. Aiden's last encounter in the old man's house was eye opening indeed.
Neco Sunday March 11th, 2007 11:09:08 PM
Neco finds a seat amongst the families, and pats the space next to her, gesturing for Yanosh to take a seat. She makes sure to get a good serving of the mamoth stew, but passes on the black cheese. With a hand beside her mouth, she whispers to Yanosh, "I think I have more injuries from being squeezed by Elfr's family than from any creature..." the girl waves her spoon towards the door leading outside, before continuing, "out there!"
Her stomache growls, and she digs eagerly into the stew.
Haden's passing a pouch to Garrett does not go unnoticed by the rogue.
Garrett Monday March 12th, 2007 8:33:55 AM
Garrett accepts the pouch from Haden, knowing it would be an insult to refuse. "Thank you Haden, it is most generous of you. I for one am glad that it will not rest at the foot of Burfell." If it's not considered rude, or bad form, garrett will open the pouch and show the contents to the rest of the party. If it's not generally done that way, then Garrett will save it until later.
Garrett will be happy to join them for dinner, and will partake of the stew for taste if not for necessity. He will eat very lightly with thoughts on the possible food shortage that may soon plague the village. Since he doesn't actually need to eat, he would feel guilty if he had more than just a good taste of each.
Garrett will stay for a while and celebrate with the families, deflecting any praise received to Domi and his wunjo's.
Yanosh Monday March 12th, 2007 1:42:37 PM
Dropping his pack by the door Yanosh accepts the invite to dinner. And hugs from all of the family.
Yanosh sits next to Neco in the offered seat. Taking a bowl of stew from the one who offers it Yanosh gives his thanks. Using a knife provided Yanosh slices off a moderatly sized piece of the cheese thinking it rude if he didnt at least try some of all. Greatly accepts the dark ale which reminds him of some from home. Using a dagger Yanosh slices some small shavings of cheese into his stew. Looking around self-contiously Yanosh lifts his scarf from over his burned mouth and begeins to eat.
During the meal Yanosh leans over to Neco and speaks quietly, "Friend Neco is there a place I can set up my tent for the night?" Yanosh being a 'austlander' and having no place to sleep wishes not to burden anyone.
Neco (2nd illegal post) Monday March 12th, 2007 7:27:28 PM
The warm stew in her belly makes Neco more talkative then usual, and she tells Yanosh what she knows of the customs of the place regarding something the Veiners call bloodlines.
"Us without ties of blood, get taken in as part of a village family. I got 'dopted by Lleya." The rogue shrugs her shoulders, "she doesn't make cakes, but she writes songs, and carves ice into sculptures. Her brother works with fur. So, now they call me Neco svienn Lleya."
Neco fetches Weezle out of her pocket, and placing the critter on her lap, gently strokes the soft white fur. "I stay at Lleya's place, but sometimes I stay at Bohdi's and help him with his magic stuff."
"Maybe someone will 'dopt you, Yanosh," she adds, gently.
An Hour Before the Fire Circle Monday March 12th, 2007 9:27:59 PM
the meal is pleasent and too long, with the typical ending. Most help clear away the bone plates and skewers, some start herding the children towards furs bunks and heaps of blankets. The rest, generally the older men and some a few hunters of both men and women, start to make towards the center fire n the lodge to put on thick cloaks and fish out thier stash of hard liquor and pipe smokes.
Garrett stows the bag, as opening it now would not be appropriate. It is not that kind of gift. It is one privately given and there would be plenty of time in private where the group could view it. Right now the group has about an hour until the fire ring starts.
There was an innocent chuckle at Yanosh's question to Neco on the tent. Followed by a relatively quick explanantion that none in Ice Peak would sit idly by in warmth while the good dwarf froze to death. If no one else would haden would have Yanosh stay here for the night. "Those not of the Vein rarely survive a night on their own, with thier own protections."
At length the group dresses again in the outer shell of the lodge and soon are setting down a few doors to thier own lodge and that of Brynj and Sigsteinn. You enter and find all in normal array save one thing. Each of the beds has a set of wolf teeth lying in the head of it. Anywhere from 3 to 5 teeth seem to have been casually tossed on each bunk, even the makeshift furs Neco occassionally uses.
The others are all in preparations similar to the lodge just left. Only Brynj and his son seem to be making any preparations to go out and talk this night. This too, is hardly out of the ordinary. The group first makes a quick circle as they stow gear not to be left in the outer colder area of the lodge and in so normal a fashion, Garrett opens the pouch. Inside is a small silver framed mirror, a miniature ivory horn and small coil of string.
Garrett Tuesday March 13th, 2007 8:24:05 AM
Garrett will show the others in the group the gift that was given if we are all together.
Garrett will ask the others if they know what the deal is with the wolfs teeth. If nobody else does either, he will ask Brynj.
Yanosh Tuesday March 13th, 2007 1:08:53 PM
Yanosh turns to Haden, "I cannot impose on you and your family. I have been out on the tundra with my new friends in our tents at night now for the past few days." Yanosh turns to gather his things and prepars to find a place for his tent.
Bohdi Nackle (AC 20, HP 26/26) and Squork (AC 20, HP 13/13) Tuesday March 13th, 2007 2:06:10 PM
Food, glorious food. The only two things better then food is magic and wine. Although ale is fine and all. "This reminds me of the time I was working on an alchemy project. It was missing one major component to perfect it. What was it lacking you may ask? Sodium." He picks up a pinch of salt from the bowl on the table and sprinkles it around in his bowl. Stiring it gently so as not to spill any on him, he then tastes it. "Good show on the stew! Top shelf if I may say so."
As yanosh gathers his belongings, "You've gone bloody starkers you have. Why endure this climate when you have been offered a cot, with teeth on it no less? I don't know what it means but I dare say it's different then what I'm acoustomed to." He unconciously shivers thinking about another night outside.
Spell list: Gnome abilities: Ghost Sound, Prestidigitation, Dancing Lights (cast), Speak with Burrowing Mammals Level 0: Detect Magic (x2), Message (x2) Level 1: Endure Elements (cast), Mage Armor (cast), Alarm, Magic Missile, Color Spray Level 2: Scorching Ray (x2), Hypnotic Pattern, Rope Trick Wand of Magic Missiles, 15 charges remaining
Aiden Tuesday March 13th, 2007 3:12:26 PM
Aiden was surprised by the custom of the teeth. Remembering back to his time at Twin Tusks, the teeth of powerful (and vanquished) animals were sometimes taken as charms or shows of power. However, that did not seem to feel the likely reason for the more 'civilized' village of Ice Peaks.
Aiden smiled at Bohdi's chatter. He was quite sure that there were MANY things that Bohdi was not quite 'used to', but he has shifted nonetheless to take an important role in the group and village.
Fire Circle or Stay In Tuesday March 13th, 2007 9:32:59 PM
Haden replies as Yanosh leaves with the rest, "I mean no disrespect, but you are alive because of the others to be sure. Also be sure it would be no burden but an honor to have you stay if you wished." Haden gives a small bow and joins the others who are gathering the thick fire cloaks for the night fire.
The temperature has been falling fast since dinner. Aiden knows tonight will be especially cold, perhaps even beyond the magic that they wield. Another test of Celsiun mayhaps. the group knows little of the symbol of the wolf teeth in this setting. Aiden has some experience from the Tusks, but it most likely is not the same. Doubly so since as the owners of the beds, it should have been them to place the teeth thier to benefit from the power of them.
Garrett decides to talk to Brynj. The older hunter grunts a hello as he continues to layer up for the Fire Circle. With a small smile he fires a light hearted jab towards Bohdi, "Tis a cold one tonight, best you stay here with the children. I hear 'civilized' folk have no tolerance for the cold." Garrett mentions the teeth, "Ah what no I don't know thier meaning. Had you taken them I could help, but the witch, she put them there. And if that weren't bad enough the old man was here with her." Brynj lowers his voice as he walks over, perhaps concerned others might overhear him. "Some say them two have power, but they're just old. Pay no heed to them. The ancient ways are fading." Brynj then turns and leaves with his son.
The group is left relatively alone, the Fire Circle will start in a short while and continue for 3-4 hours.
Neco d20+5=18 Tuesday March 13th, 2007 11:41:33 PM
Neco decides to take a cat-nap in her nest in the hut the group holds in common. She picks up the teeth, and then places them under the cushion she uses to pillow her head. Dumping her pack and personal items at the foot of her sleeping area, she yawns widely, then crawls under the furs wondering if the teeth will somehow turn into gold coins before the Fire Circle.
Even with her eyes closed, she doesn't miss a word spoken by her comrades.
Listen=18
Bohdi Nackle d20+13=16 Wednesday March 14th, 2007 10:46:47 AM Ooc by Kup: I'm back! Buzz, thanks so much for subbing for Bohdi this past week! Great posting!
Bohdi studied the wolf teeth that had been left on his bed, taking a moment to examine them under magically-created orange rune-spectacles (cast: Detect Magic, Spellcraft if applicable 16). He pursed his lips thoughtfully at the ominous significance of the symbol, but said nothing for the moment.
He smirked back in the direction of Brynj at the hunter's comment. "Aye, you're right, civilized people wouldn't think about going out in this bloody cold. 'Course n'all, civilized folk wouldn't think about being caught dead in this bleedin' frigid village in the first place, mate. So here's to civilization, and may it come speedily in our days. Cheers." He hoisted his mug of ale in salute and quaffed, although not as heartily, perhaps, as if it had been the local ice wine.
Bohdi would certainly join the others at the fire circle that night, cold or no. If the fire circles on the group's return from prior trips had been any indication, this promised to be a night to remember.
Yanosh Wednesday March 14th, 2007 4:03:18 PM
Dropping his pack Yanosh turns to his host. "You are right of course. I will be honoured to stay here this night. I will make a bed in a corner with my bedroll. And I thank you very much for your hospitality." Yanosh finds an out of the way corner (close to Neco if in the same lodge) and makes his bed on the floor.
Yanosh carfully unwraps his head making sure noone is watching. Then rewraps with a scarf of lighter weight cloth of the same color.
After which Yanosh retrieves his whetstone and begeins to work the nicks and blemishes from his axe and daggers.
Garrett Thursday March 15th, 2007 8:24:17 AM
Garrett tries to get a little shut eye in advance of going to the fire circle.
Before nodding off to sleep, he notes to nobody in particular. "This should be another interesting fire circle. I wonder how much has been going on around here. Either way, we'll probably find out half the story in a few hours."
Fire Circle Thursday March 15th, 2007 11:58:59 AM
Brynj chuckles at Bohdi and raises an ivory horn to his lips. A mist like substance cascades down as he drinks it. soon he and his son are finished and exit into the night.
Neco lies down sliding the teeth under her pillow and listens to what happens about her. Yanosh puts his gear next to her and sets to going over his axe.
Garrett and Bohdi both relax a bit and speak of the Fire Circle. They both plan to go and both feel it will be another interesting one indeed. of Course, all there will want to hear the telling of the tale of the rescue of Elfr. The journey so far in pursuit of the Tuskers, the meeting of the Ice Witch and all the happenings on the tundra during the journey home. There would be much to tell this night.
Bohdi and Garret redon thier cloaks and thick outer blankets in preparation to go into the night. The normally 5 or 6 minute walk to the fire turns into a 2 minute jog as you exit the lodge. The cold bites and stings at your face and tries to tear through your cloaks and furs. Even the magical protections seem to avail you naught against the bitter night air. Upon arrival you find far less of the village here than on previous nights. but with the terrible cold that has swept in, it is hardly a surprise. The fire blazes deep red and orange in defiance it seems of the black cold about you. The heat can be felt even from 50' away, though everyone is far closer. Some no more than 5 feet or so from the flames. Drinks can be seen being passed, more of the deep almost black in color ale.
You easily recognize all 14 villagers; Bjorn'Ursa, Kayra, Svanhvít, Fuller'Heimdall and Dra'Gul are the most notable. Brynj and his son are there as is a small handful of other hunters including Haden, Elfr's father. All except Fuller and Dra are relatively young and even they are not considered old by any in the village.
"Aye and there you are me boy!" Dra`Gul heads towards Bohdi as soon as he spies the gnome. "Again you and your wunjos have shown all that Ice Peak stands in honor for." He turns towards the fire and the others about it, "The honor of ice Peak!" and drinks down a horn of liquid while thrusting a smaller such container into Bohdi's hands. The aroma is unmistakably Ice Wine, enhanced all the much more it would seem in the frigid air.
Kayra and the others all drink and then, Kayra, leader of the barbarians of Ice Peak speaks. "You have much to tell this night and we are doubly blessed. Brynj has told of the slaying of the mammoth and your part in it. The village stands as always in the debt of its hunters. There have been changes across the Vein and our Hunters will need to change as well. The great mammoth will allow them the time to do so." She raises a horn, "To Brynj and the hunters." The others give a hardy grunt of approval again sand drink.
Svanhvít steps a bit toward the flames and turns to look upon all. "As Kayra said, we are blessed twice over this night. Elfr has been returned and Celsiun stands in our presence to hear our tale." She than looks to Garrett, Bohdi and any others that may have come.
DM Note: Yanosh, you are in the same lodge as everyone else as oppposed to staying with Haden.
Yanosh Thursday March 15th, 2007 3:29:01 PM
Sitting quietly on his bedroll Yanosh looks over at Neco. Seeing her to be asleep Yanso Quietly does one thing that he had not done since he has met his new friends. He starts to quietly pray..."Domi, Thank you for allowing me to survive the test on the tundra. Thank you for the return of the child Elfr to her family. Give me the strength and the knowledge to live in your light. Show me the way that is set for me. Help me Domi to find my place."
Once finished Yanosh removes his armour and sets to work making sure it and his shield are sound after the adventure on the tundra. Quietly Yanosh hums to himself. Its a gentle melody unlike what he used during battle one that seems to calm him.
Neco Thursday March 15th, 2007 7:13:45 PM
The young rogue stretches and yawns under the pile of furs, then brings fists up to rub at sleepy eyes.
"Hunh?" she bolts up, and looks about. "Are they gone?" she asks, "I only wanted to take a cat-nap." Pushing the furs aside, Neco collects a few items, then wraps her fur lined jacket about her thin body. "Put on your cloak, Yanosh! We are late! You don't want to miss the fire circle!"
The girl will wait for the drawf to prepare himself, and then will lead to where the elders hold the ceremony.
Aiden Thursday March 15th, 2007 7:52:57 PM
Aiden quietly followed along, a tall shadow that, even after 5 years, was not entirely comfortable with those of Ice Peaks. It would be Garrett's task, and perhaps with Bohdi, or someone better spoken than he, to explain what had happened during the long trip in the tundra. His was but a minor part through the adventure, even as each of the others contributed through arms in battle or spell, or even a well placed comment, to its (fortunately) successful completion.
However, there was much left to be accomplished...the retrieval of the relics. Perhaps even completing the task that the Ice Witch had laid before them.
No...he would keep to the silent corner, looking at his pack sister, and listening. The time for action was now complete. Now it was the time of speech and celebration.
Bohdi Nackle Thursday March 15th, 2007 9:53:05 PM
Bohdi graciously accepted the horn of ice wine from Dra'Gul and drank, letting the warmth of the draught spread through his limbs. He sighed and nodded in gratitude.
"Haven't had one of those since I ... uh ... since I lost ... well, in a little while."
But when Karya toasted Brynj and the hunters, Bohdi snorted derisively before reluctantly sipping from his horn ... eyeroll included.
Bohdi's eyes widened at Svanhvit's comment about Celsiun being present to hear the "tale." He swallowed hard and looked at his wunjos questioningly, wondering whether he should begin.
Garrett Friday March 16th, 2007 8:06:14 AM
Garrett toasted with the rest of the village.
Relieved, Garrett nods at Bohdi in response to his questioning look. There is none better among us to tell the story thinks Garrett, and saving me from having to do it is something I am grateful for.
Garrett sits back to await Bohdi's marvelous telling of the rescue of Elfr.
Yanosh Friday March 16th, 2007 3:37:57 PM
Yanosh looks up at Neco waiting for him and silently dresses in his winter garb and heads to the fire with the rogue. Glad that he will be able to keep his head covered he wraps his winter scarf over his lighter one as they leave.
At the fire Yanosh sits next to Neco and listens as the telling of the rescue of Elfr starts. Hoping that he will not have to tell any of it himself.
Tales and Fire Saturday March 17th, 2007 1:18:53 PM
The group is there a few late comers but Neco and Yanosh quickly learn that they did no tmiss anything. Bohdi finds Dra`Gul's hand cuffing him across the back of his head as the gnome snorts. The older man offers no explanantion, nor does he look at him.
Eyes turn to Bohdi as Svanhvit finishes, he was tale weaver last time, and apparently all in attendance expected him to do so again. The high preistess of Domi seems to have thrown the wizard off slightly, but Bohdi begins if not completely smoothly. The journey across the tundra, the lake forming nearly under thier feet, the watching of wolves and the Bevroren Doden in the form of orcs and bears are all told. Unlike the last Fire Circle, this tale is not accompanied by some mystic trance like state, where theose gathered join in the tale itself.
Eyes are fixed on Bohdi and minds are working on alternate meanings to much of what is being said. Some share a comment or two among themselves and others seem to occassionally tune the tale out all together. Kayra, Svanhvit, Bjorn and the others of true note all are listening intently though they are much more casual than the last time.
Bohdi then gets to the Ice Witch and the mood about the Circle changes. All other sound seems to almost be pulled away, even the constant near white noise of the blowing snow and crackling flame. It is as if the only thing for miles making any noise at all is Bohdi's voice. The gnome feels a presence almost fall over him. Powerful, unyeilding and terribly familiar. Where he knew it from flirted just on the edge of his mind and he was unable to pull the thought in while still in the tale he wove. Perhaps later, is his thought and part of his mind answers in a different voice, Yes, now don't forget the role I played of master of Tales...
Dra`Gul's hand steadies Bohdi and he finds that even though his mind is quite occupied, his mouth is still going and he is still talking. It is like he he watching himself or sitting just to the right...
To all else, Bohdi seems to tell everything just fine and again uses minor magic to enhance and emphasize certain aspects. Bohdi speaks of the journey home, the bears, wolves Atta, he leaves nothing out and after an hour or so is done.
The gathered hunters start to coroborate portions almost immediately. One had lead a group just three days ago to the west and spotted a very strange cloud, low to the ground perhaps another of these hot springs that formed beneath the party. Discussions go well into the night on shifting the hunting grounds and because the mammoth will provide food to the village for at least a month the hunters had time to explore these new areas.
Kayra agrees and cautions all to take an additional man or 2. "With new territory comes new dangers." There is some small talk and none seem to direct any questions or comments towards Yanosh, though there is the occassional glance by Kayra and one or two others. But again nothing more than that.
"Svanhvit speaks and tells the small gathered group that she believes now is the time to track down and retrieve the Shield of Domi. the Tusk is fractured and now a full war is no longer a threat. They are independant tribes, or so the Ice Witch would have us believe." She looks at Kayra, who frowns at the preistess's logic, "We have no cause to believe this witch." Kayra's voice almost spits the word, her feelings on the validity of such being madequite clear. Svanhvit seems unflustered and nods agreement. "Yes so I propose Garrett, Bohdi, Neco and Aiden travel to Burfell and ascertain such." he preistess shifts her gaze as does everyone else to the group.
[Note: I currently am having Bohdi leave out the treasure and the part of the Ice Witch wanting the group to retreive her relic. I assumed Bohdi would speak of the death of the great Tusker chief, the fracturing of the Tribe and riddle like 'gathering at the base of the mighty mountain to lay low the Ice Peak]
Yanosh Saturday March 17th, 2007 4:02:13 PM
Being left out of the decision to go to Burfell only meens to Yanosh that he is once again only being tolerated until he moves on.
Silently the stoic Dwarf sits listening to the others speak as if he is not there.
'What must one do to prove who he is? Helping to rescue one of them not enough? Soon they will learn that Yanosh Ironfist is as good a warrior as any of them.' The sullen fighter thinks.
"Domi Give me Strength." Yanosh softly says into the cold night. Here is where he wishes to stay. Next to the only Friends he feels he has.
Aiden Sunday March 18th, 2007 12:54:27 AM
The tall youth stood up from the back where he had quietly listened to the fascinating story. In some ways, it was more intriguing listening to it than how he had remembered it as occurring. But such is the way of the storyteller...and Bohdi's skill as such were quite remarkable.
However, that was not why the young man stood, and in some ways, allowed his full height (and growth as a young man) to be felt. "His ways are strange, but the dwarf has proven true. His will and blade strong and cutting like that of winter's breath. I say he is to come as well..."
Yanosh Sunday March 18th, 2007 11:14:49 AM
Fist clinched trying to surpress his growing frustration Yanosh is surprised by Aidens sudden statement. Though the two have shared much in such a short time they have spoken little to each other.
Again the out pouring of friendship from those he has traveled with here amazes him.
Standing before anyone else can speak Yanosh looks over the assembled people of Ice Peaks and says "I am Yanosh Ironfist! I have spilled blood in defence of them that found me alone on the tundra. I have spilled blood with them in the return of the child Elfr. Where they go so will I." With that said Yanosh looks around the fire scared that he has finally spoken out of line and will be punished for his outburst.
Bohdi Nackle Sunday March 18th, 2007 9:12:35 PM
Bohdi smiled at the dwarf's outburst, and noted silently how the elders had omitted Nauthiz'Ull from those that would go. He nodded, recalling his own observations of his wunjo's increasing distance as they returned to the village.
Without a word to Nauthiz'Ull, out of respect for the ranger's silence, Bohdi crossed the fire circle and placed a hand on Yanosh's shoulders. "Aye, he's perfect for it. Tough as nails, handy with an axe--and bloody daft, too." He smiled wickedly.
He sat, his expression darkening again only slightly. What had Svanhvit meant earlier, that Celsiun himself had been present? And what was that voice he had heard? It was all very mysterious and disconcerting.
Yanosh Monday March 19th, 2007 3:04:09 PM
Quietly the Dwarf stands awaitiing his fate. Hands clenched his gaze is steady ready to meet any who wish to address him.
Response to Yanosh Monday March 19th, 2007 3:12:42 PM
Stoic and unyielding. That best describes the looks upon the faces of the hunters of Ice Peak as Aiden speaks, followed by Yanosh's declaration. Bohdi adds his piece and Svanhvit holds her hand to silence any further words from anyone. Her voice is calm adn even carries a hint of mirth. She addresses the whole assembly, "Yanosh Ironfist holds our gratitude and thanks and is welcomed in this village for as long as he wishes. I hold no claim over him as he has no true blood here yet. That is why he was not named." The preistess then stands herself and with her, two powerful barbarians. Her eyes seek out and lock upon Yanosh's own and her voice descends several octaves. "You have travelled long and far, weary dwarf. Far from the forging fires which made you. We shall be watching you."
Several about her look with concern towards Svanhvit, but Kayra redirects thier curiosity. "Yanosh, no slight was intended, your intentions are not known fully. Ice Peak would be honored by your support."
Nauthiz`Ull continues to sit in silence, barely having spoken since the group fought the Atta's upon the tundra. Something had certainly stirred agin in the young man and the fear that his sister's death had finally broken him was upon all who knew him.
Neco Monday March 19th, 2007 5:30:06 PM
The young rogue sits near the fire and listens to what has to be said. Neco is warmed up by the bright flames that lick up into the air. If it weren't for the nap she had taken earlier she would surely be asleep. The rogues mind wanders from the conversation at the circle to her share of the yet to be mentioned prizes and treasure.
Garrett Monday March 19th, 2007 7:27:16 PM
The young priest of Domi watches it all with a silent contemplation. His youth provokes his blood lust when Yanosh was left out at first. However, the young man is also wise enough to know that the elders of the camp are his superior and that one day he will also be an elder for his people, Domi willing. He must learn to temper his emotions, because ultimatly, the safety of the village will lie in his hands some day. He has learned much at this circle and has much more to think about and understand. His good feelings toward Yanosh has not deminished. Garrett believes the dwarf will be accepted some day, but he understands why there is much to prove as well. The aspiring Protector looks forward to helping him prove his friendship to his people and much, much more.
Yanosh Monday March 19th, 2007 9:40:59 PM
Yanosh pledges his service to the people of Ice Peaks. "From this day forward I will defend the village of Ice Peaks. I am trianed as a weapons smith and as an armour smith so I can be a service to the villiage and not just another mouth to feed."
With that said Yanosh sits down besides Neco and listens to the elders.
Posting Report (ADM Kup) Monday March 19th, 2007 10:46:37 PM
Posting Report for Ice Vein Week of March 12-16 ............................M..T..W..Th.F DM-Daniel K........x...x...x...x...+ Bohdi-Kup............*...x...x...x...x Garrett-Chris.........x...x...x...x...o Aiden-Paul............x...o...x...x...x Neco-James..........o...x...x..x...o Yanosh-Edd..........x...x...x...x...x
x = post o = no post * = substitute post - = skipped post (no DM post) + = see notes 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. --Buzz substituted for Kup on Tuesday (following the DM's Monday post)--thanks, Buzz! --DM "Friday" post came on Saturday.
Bohdi Nackle Monday March 19th, 2007 10:51:52 PM
Bohdi sat in contemplative calm. The fire circle had been devoid of the conflict that had characterized their previous returns. And their future ... well, for once, Bohdi wasn't objecting to the plans that the elders had for him. After all, he felt that he owed something of a debt--only not to the elders.
Bohdi's eyes darted involuntarily over to Neco's boots. The ones he and she had "lifted" from the Ice Witch's cave. Why had he failed to mention that in his tale, exactly? What was he hiding? He had nothing to be ashamed of, did he?
Then again, why should he? After all, they were theirs. They came to them. They were theirs, their own, their only, their precioussss ....
Squork pecked the side of the gnome's ear, and he howled in pain. "Ow! What in bloody hell was that for?" he asked accusingly.
The bird said nothing, but his eyes glinted with amusement in the firelight.
DM I had left it out as I thought the general consensus of the party was to bring that part up privately to Kayra and Svanhvit
Aiden Tuesday March 20th, 2007 7:24:57 AM
(ooc: apologies for it being so short)
Aiden looked around, and having said his small part, listens and awaits the decision from the elders (and Garrett...the leader of the group).
Yanosh Tuesday March 20th, 2007 12:26:43 PM
The sullen Dwarf starts to think of things that he may need for the up coming trip. 'So much I donot understand here. Obviously I need magiced items but what?' Yanosh mumbles quietly.
Garrett Tuesday March 20th, 2007 12:44:30 PM
Standing up straight to his full height, he wears the pride of his clan upon his brow like a steel helmet. "We will leave in the morning then and search out Burfell for information on the sacred shield! May the strength of my ancestors be with us." Garrett sits back down and ponders many things as the fire in the circle slowly diminishes. Holding his drinking horn he drains it, then allows it to be refilled.
The Fire Circle Ends Tuesday March 20th, 2007 5:39:20 PM
It is decided, Yanosh and all of them would be going to Burfell, the mighty mountain, the Sacred seat to determine the truth of what the Ice Witch has said. Talk around the fire degenerates to teh standard fire side conversations. The hunters plan expeditions among themselves, where they might push and what each has seen. Many, Brynj included ask about Hroj and he two sons who departed about 4 days ago towards the pine knoll to the west. They went to see the dryad's woods and investigate if any Sne Kjempe had returned to the area. Alas, they have not returned, but it has only been 4 days. The party required almost 2 full days of travel to get there.
Other talks surround the water mentioned in Bohdi's tale. Bodies of water have fish, seal and possibly whale. They of course also attract bears, wolves Iss Wurms and worse. Still talk continues of investigating the area around the party's spotting of the apparently wet bears. Svanhvit retires soon after Garrett declares the group to be leaving in the morning for Burfell and her everpresent body guard go with her. Bjorn moves over to join the PC's. "It is good to see you again." Glancing at Neco, "Nice boots." he then turns his more full attention to Yanosh and sits down in the snow next to him. Bjorn passes a bone mug of some warm steaming liquid to him, "You speak well Austlander, and bravely as well." Bjon's deep bass voice rolls like the deep earth in Yanosh's ears. "Many have come recently to Ice Peak and they have all perished. Our land is not to be taken easily. If you wish to live listen to them" and he gestures to the party about them. Bjorn stands, towering and massive, his face neutral in what he has said. "It would be a waste of promise not to see you again Yanosh Ironfist." Bjorn then departs.
Soon enough, a few hours, the cold starts to even penetrate the thick fire cloaks and all begin to depart.
Neco Tuesday March 20th, 2007 5:43:30 PM
Neco hopes the party will not be rushed out of the village before they have ample time to prepare. There is the treasure to quantify, and surely a visit to the Catacombs is in order?!
Bohdi Nackle Wednesday March 21st, 2007 8:34:08 AM
"Come on, let's get back and get some rest. In the morning, I'll prepare some spells of identification and we'll figure out what some of these items are. Then, perhaps, we owe ourselves a trip to that store to get some equipment if we're going to be hunting orc."
Bohdi rose to leave, then stopped. "Oh," he added sheepishly. "I nearly forgot. We need to tell Svanhvit about--those items. Come on, Neco--we should go together."
He made his way to Svanhvit's lodge and asked permission to enter from the guards. Hesitantly, he entered and addressed the withered crone.
"Svanhvit, love, the group thought that we should address this issue more privately. When the Ice Witch abandoned her cave, she left behind an enchanted chest. Neco here deciphered the runes protecting the chest, and we were able to open it--we got these items." He showed the items to the shaman.
Garrett Wednesday March 21st, 2007 12:05:26 PM
To Neco's statement, he replies. "Time is of the essence as our land grows warmer. The shield must be found. However, in order to succeed, we must be prepared. The more we encounter the more danger will also be present, so we will take the time to equip ourselves properly and determine what loot we have found." Garrett rises and finishes his horn before retiring to bed for the long day tomorrow. "Let me know how I can help, I will be pleased too."
Yanosh d20+2=12 d20+2=19 Wednesday March 21st, 2007 4:19:30 PM
The Dwarf sits by the fire drinking the warm brew thinking of what he has just been told. After everyone has left Yanosh stands and heads back to the lodge he is staying in. "Well Dwarf" He says to himself, "Time to make yourself useful." Yanosh changes his course and starts looking for the/a forge.
once he finds one Yanosh looks for weapons or armour that need to be completed or need work. Yanosh Works one of the pieces thinking of what is next to come and his part in it. "Domi, Grant me the wisdom and the strength to become what I am to be."
When the night runs late Yanosh returns to his bedding exhausted and sleeps till morning.
Armoursmithing=12 weaponsmithing=19
Celsiun Wednesday March 21st, 2007 6:53:31 PM
Bohdi and Neco head towards Svanhvits lodge. The cold bites and stings horribly as they leave the Fire's area. It is only a 50' jaunt but it seems to take far longer. The Boots Neco wears and the spell cloaking the gnome are helpless against the terrinble bitter cold this night. Arrive soon they do though at the lodge of Svanhvit and enter the outer door into the cloak and first room. One of the barbarians answers the inner door and looking to both intones in a very official type voice. "Hail Bohdi and Neco, it is late. The high Priestess Ve As`Domi Svanhvit Mundr As`Domi can not be disturbed." The inner door is then shoved shut again. His expression and tone leave little room if any for exceptions. It unfortunately is a much farther walk home. maybe 5 minutes, perhpas more.
Garrett and Aiden make a quick run to the lodge and indeed a run it turns out to be. Away from the deep heat of the Fire Circle, the cold assaults and tears into them. The magical protection both are wrapped in seem to be unable to prevent it. Luckily the trip to the lodge is a short one and there is no real threat. Soon enough they enter the cloak outer room and hang the heavier garmets. It then occurs to both that none of the others seem to have come with them.
Yanosh is heading to the lodge as well, the cold ripping through him. A thought comes that perhaps he could find and fire the forge tonight and show his worth in his highly honed crafting skills in metal. But he has not taken more than a few dozen steps from the fire and already his feet and hands have abandonded feeling. Breathing through the nose is impossible and his lungs ache. Fort save DC 15 please. Highlight to display spoiler: { Failure resluts in 1d6 lethal damage. I am halting you here Yanosh. If you still wish to search through the village for the forge you may.}
Neco Thursday March 22nd, 2007 12:07:34 AM
Neco trails after the gnome. "Do we really haf'to?" she whines. "Can't we just split the loot up with the others, and then nip through the portal for some shopping?"
When the barbarian type turns them out, Neco pulls her hood forward to protect her face, but it also hides the I-told-you-so look in her eyes. A muffled voice says, "we better be really careful and get back to our blankets as fast as we can."
The rogue wonders what has happened to the wolf teeth she put under her pillow, and hopes they have turned into gold coins.
Aiden Thursday March 22nd, 2007 7:35:38 AM
Aiden unwrapped himself in the warmth of the tent, and then looked at his wunjo.
In an unfamiliar manner, Aiden, uncomfortably, apologizes, "I am ...sorry...for speaking out of turn Garrett. But our numbers are thin, and the dwarf has shown as much as any that have followed us into the wylds..."
Then taking a moment more, he added, "perhaps we should send Bohdi and you into the Catacombs? The village and we should make use of it during this time with the hunting thin and the search for the relics to begin..."
Bohdi Nackle Thursday March 22nd, 2007 11:07:47 AM
Bohdi struggled his way through the cold back to his lodge. "We'll have to bring the items back to her in the morning!" Bohdi called out to Neco through the biting wind. His scarf muffled his voice as he spoke. "Maybe she can identify the potions for us before we try to sell them."
Bohdi didn't add that he had a lingering sense of unease about the items. Sharing them with Svanhvit might just make him feel more justified in their having them.
Garrett Thursday March 22nd, 2007 2:40:21 PM
Garrett hears Aiden's apology and brushes it aside like a snow flea. "You only did what I wanted to do my friend. If it were not for Domi holding my tongue, I likely would have done the same. The elders know the fire of youth runs through our veins, they will forgive us our folly, on this occassion. There is no dishonor standing beside someone you trust." The last said slapping Yanosh on the back with a smile.
In regard to the Catacombs, "I would like to stay and pray to Domi for our mission's success. I think there are others worthy of the trek to the Catacombs that may enjoy the trip."
Aiden Thursday March 22nd, 2007 3:15:05 PM
(OOC: slapping Aiden or Yanosh on the back?)
Aiden nodded, "I had thought so..." as he referred to Garrett's reason why he hadn't spoken up during their meeting with the elders. "That was another reason why I spoke."
Rubbing his bearded (a bit curly/downy still) chin, "They may want to do the trip friend Garrett..." he spoke with the strange accent, "even as I am tempted to one day go to the land of the sun where the Blood Pack are from. But will the land accept them? It already bears down on strangers such as Neco and Yanosh, pushing your and Bohdi's magicks. Adding others may draw attention and challenge the greater spirits..."
Aiden still felt uncomfortable talking about spirits since, in most instances, his experiences (and stories about them) have all had rather horrific results for mortals. With the exception of the white stag and the nature spirit, none of the spirits had been particularly helpful (even some quite malevolent).
Yanosh d20+7=19 Thursday March 22nd, 2007 4:36:42 PM
Known for being some what foolish in a fight the sturdy Dwarf does not wish to die of cold. Yanosh changes again and heads for the lodge where the others are at. The cold ripping through his outer clothing Yanosh hurries to get inside. 'So much for working at the forge and anvil' Yanosh thinks. Yanosh settles into his bed roll and sees that neco and bohdi have yet to return. "Where did Neco and Bohdi go off to? They have not arrived here yet."
Night talks Thursday March 22nd, 2007 7:02:11 PM
Neco and Bohdi both race back to the lodge through the bitter and biting cold. [Both need to make Fort saves DC 15 or take 1d6 lethal dmg. As you are then inside this is roleplaying only really] The pair lunge into the outer room and quickly move into the much warmer inner lodge. The others are already sitting in their bunks. A low conversation so as not to wake the other families that sleep.
Yanosh too enters, the feeling leaping back to his extremities. By the gods it was cold this night. The off handed mention of the forge may bring some to think on it. After all, the villages master weapon and forge smith was sleeping not more than 60' away.
As the group sits and gets into a small discussion of the treasures found and the following day, Neco notices the other small addition to the area. A white fur wrapped basket with a cloth draped over the bulging contents. It was not here when the she and Yanosh left for the Fire Circle.
Inside is revealed a small best described pile of treasure. Neco's mind recalls what she is looking at almost instantly. It seems to be the treasure amassed from the Tuskers killed in the Raid on Ice Peak. The armor and weapons are not present, but the coin, the potions and most of the supplies are.
Plans are discussed on whom should go to the Catacombs and now there is a bit more to sell.
Neco d20+3=22 Thursday March 22nd, 2007 9:50:33 PM
Neco jumps up and down with excitement as she spots the new basket of treasures "Look! Look! There's more, someone brought us more treasure!" The girl dances and twirls around the new treasure. "We should go sell this stuff now; you never know when it might depreciate in value."
Fort Save [22]
Bohdi Nackle d20+4=17 Friday March 23rd, 2007 10:38:16 AM
(FORT save 17)
"Brrrr!" Bohdi exclaimed as he entered the inner lodge. He shook off his hood and muffle. "It's colder than a bloody witch's--" he began, before stopping himself and looking guiltily at Neco's boots.
"It's cold," he concluded lamely. He joined the others and spoke in hushed tones.
"You know, it concerns me that Svanhvit specifically mentioned C-E-L-S-I-U-you-know-who at the fire circle tonight. It's as if the old blighter is out there right now, tonight, reasserting his control over the Vein." The gnome shivered, and crawled into his furs.
"The sooner we get our sales and purchases done, the sooner we can start thinking about how to deal what's going on out there--if there is anything to be done," he added morosely.
Yngar the not so very tall Friday March 23rd, 2007 2:56:43 PM
A blast of icy cold cuts through the lodge as the great fur separating the inner lodge from outer is swept aside and falls back into place. The sunken features of Yngvar are revealed as he draws back his hood.
"I am come to be judged worthy to join the Heroes of Ice Peak," he intones.
Yanosh Friday March 23rd, 2007 3:10:51 PM
Grabbing his axe Yanosh leaps to his feet. "Who are you? What brings you to this place unanounced at night?" The burned Dwarf remembers all to clearly his appreance before the group and their reactions and acceptance. Warrily the scarf covered Dwarf stands ready to defend those in the lodge from the stranger.
Notes Friday March 23rd, 2007 3:11:25 PM
Yngar is a native of Ice peak and while none know him much at all it is known that he is a hunter and went through the Rite of Adulthood the year prior to the group. Yanosh, of course, does not know him at all.
Local Knolwegde DC 15 Highlight to display spoiler: { he only started learning the skills needed to be a hunter in the past 6 months or so.} Local Knowledge DC 20 Highlight to display spoiler: {Yngar's Uncle Ásbjörn, is fairly unhappy with the youngers new course in life.} Local Knowledge DC 25 Highlight to display spoiler: {Yngar was training to become one of the personal guard to Karya and leaving this is the cause of Uncle Ásbjörn's disappointment}
Garrett Friday March 23rd, 2007 3:12:40 PM
Garrett rises to his full 6'2" height to meet Yngar like a Alpha male would a new arrival to his pack. His long black hair tied into a braid for his evenings sleep. Blue eyes piercing the new comer to determine his worth. He walks over to what he thinks is a fellow clan member, "Greetings Yngar. What assistance can you bring us?"
Garrett is surprised to see the extra treasure waiting for them when they came in, but he attempts to remain emotionless in it's regard. On the inside, he wants to play with the baubles and perhaps hold them up to the light, but his ability to act like a leader instead of a child is what keeps him alive in this wilderness.
(ooc: I thought Yanosh was in there with us when Garrett spoke, but I guess he was still at the forge before he came in, so the slap on the back would not have occured.)
Yngvar the not so very tall Friday March 23rd, 2007 3:21:35 PM
Sweeping his tattered cloak back the apparition before the assembled group makes no move towards the dwarven war axe at his belt.
"Yngvar."
Bohdi (second) Friday March 23rd, 2007 3:39:10 PM
Bohdi moaned and pulled the furs tighter around his shivering form. "Great, Yngvar, super, glad to know ye," came the muffled vcoice from inside the furs. "Now do us a favor, lad, will ye, and shut up and keep the door flap closed? Some of us heroes are trying to get some rest."
The gnome tossed and turned in the furs, trying to get comfortable again. His muffled voice could be heard continuing to mutter to himself: "Bloody barbarians, walking into a lodge in the middle of the night in a bleedin' cold snap, what were they, raised in barns? No, wait, that's right, they've been raised in worse than barns, why they don't all bloody well freeze I shouldn't wonder, might do us all a bit of good ...."
It continued like that for some time.
Aiden d20=6 Friday March 23rd, 2007 6:20:44 PM
Aiden spoke, quiet as to not interrupt Garrett's movements or words, they (the words) were firm and confident. "Ease Yanosh...he is of the village..."
However, Aiden did turn when he heard Bohdi's comments, and gave a sly grin towards Neco. "City folk...don't have the common sense not to insult the barbarians that they are sharing the tent with during a storm..."
Yngvar the not so very tall Friday March 23rd, 2007 7:37:24 PM
A pale of thought drops over Yngvar's features with a thud.
"Pride," the youth offers Garrett. More thought provides, "Fortitude."
The wanabe glances with a baffled look at the bundle of furs that is Bohdi. *Cold?* Yngvar wonders. Allowances must be made for the thin blooded.
"City folk," Yngvar agrees with Aiden without having a clue what he means, never having left Ice Peak.
Neco Saturday March 24th, 2007 8:51:54 AM
A blast of cold. A strange voice, though the accent is not unfamiliar to the rogue. Neco stops her celebration at the party's newfound wealth, dropping the cloth back over the white fur wrapped basket containing the treasure, and stands between the basket and the intruder.
Grey-blue eyes narrow as she records the appearance of the newcomer. He is shorter than her own 5ft 2in height, and just as thin, though less well dressed. "Callow youth," she mutters under her breath, despite the fact that she is a year of two younger than the stranger.
Neco tries to recall the fellow's face. Had she seen him in the village? At one of the communal meals? Around the fire pit?
She will let the cleric get rid of him.
(OOC: Welcome to the game Dru!-JVW)
Yanosh Saturday March 24th, 2007 3:09:37 PM
Yanosh sits back down on his bedroll besides Neco and watches the newcomer. The Dwarf places his axe with in reach but pulls his daggers out and sets to polishing and sharpening them. His eyes never leave Yngvar.
Garrett Saturday March 24th, 2007 4:45:53 PM
Garrett contemplates his next words that all would hear. He measures the situation for a moment then continues. "The land spirits have seen many people of our tribe die with pride on their lips. They all had some type of fortitude." Clenching his fist as he would his enemy's throat, "What we need are skills and experience from those that wish to travel with us." He spreads his right arm out to motion toward the group as a whole, "We have all proven ourselves to each other, as you will need to do once we leave for Burfell. Conflict will surly occur at some time before we arrive at our destination. If you fight well beside us, and Domi grants you the gift to live through it, I will accept you as a friend in arms, as will the others. Welcome you are to travel with us."
looking around at the others, "We sleep now." Garrett goes over and ties shut the entrance, then douses the lights one by one until there is nothing left to see but the darkness. His prayers to Domi in the dark somewhat comforting to some.
Yngvar the not so very tall Saturday March 24th, 2007 6:22:54 PM
"You sound like Uncle Asbjorn," is Yngvar's only comment.
Seating himself by the fire he'll tend it through the night to ensure the gnome doesn't catch cold. He'll nap for a couple of hours at some point. The rest of the time Yngvar burns up grey cells trying how to prove himself without dying. By dawn he's not convinced it is even possible.
Must be a riddle. Yngvar hates riddles.
Day Break Sunday March 25th, 2007 3:44:53 PM
Neco opens an eye, and takes in the man. She remebers him from the fire that night and a few others before, but nothing stands out. Neco rolls over.
Yanosh is on his feet quickly as the new man comes in. Outside was death and it didi not seem to him that any of good intention would be out in it. Yanosh lowers himself ut not his guard.
Garrett speaks on the groups behalf, Yngvar will go with them when they leave for Burfell. It is on the tundra where any sort of judgement will come. Yngvar has much to think about during the long night. To do most of it he sits by the main lodge fire.
The night passes and morning arrives. Brynj is up early, just as light is hitting the land outside. The hunter moves past Yngvar and gives the younger man an appraising look, but does not linger. Brynj is quickly in the outer cloak room and hidden from sight.
The rest of the lodge is getting up soon after and a few women and Sigsteinn's son start to stroke up the fire. Those looking in the young man's direction might notice the purple flare leap from his hand as he quickly thrusts one arm into the fire and pulls out a white hot metal case. With the case in hand, he heads towards his father.
Garrett Sunday March 25th, 2007 8:33:17 PM
Garrett awakens with a fresh start on life. He gently wakes those still in their furs and set's the days motions into action. "Neco, you and whoever else wants to go, get our treasure together for the, the Graveyard is it?" He thinks a moment, "Catacombs, that's it. Then we will get what we will. I will go talk to the elders and let them know our plans. I will join you soon." Garrett sets off for the tent that others were denied last night. "Permission to enter?" he asks the guards. After paying due respects, he then tells the elders the group will return later, better equipped for the journey to Burfell. (OOC: Not real sure what Chris Jones would want for his character, so I will leave that up to him when he returns. With the DM's permission he can choose what he wants as if he were here.)
No worries I will work with Jones on a slight after the fact thing on that
Yanosh Monday March 26th, 2007 10:35:17 AM
Rising when Garrett shakes him. "I will go with you Neco I would like to see this place. And maybe get an enchantment on my Axe." Yanosh gets himself ready for the day packing his pack and rolling up his bed roll. With weapons and armour strapped in place Yanosh rewraps hims head and face with his winter scarf befor too many see him. "I am ready when you are Neco."
Yngvar the not so very tall Monday March 26th, 2007 11:06:15 AM
"I shall wait upon your return," says Yngvar.
He'll busy himself with whatever preparations he might engage in to assist in the group's departure to and survival while at Burfell.
Neco Monday March 26th, 2007 12:25:19 PM
"We go as a party?" questions the rogue. "Then help me out here."
Neco turns her back on the newcomer, and lays out the treasure. All that is, except the wonderful warm boots made from polar bear fur. Those are on her feet. "Bohdi? You got that crusty old hand?"
(OOC-Hundreds, maybe thousands of gold coins sparkle and gleem as if they had just been maticulously polished. Three vials made of crystal with a clear liquid stopped by a small orange stone. 9 vials made from walrus tusk, a gentle swirl confirms a liquid being stored under the nickel cap....From a skin not readily identifyable by any of the 4, is a set of Studded Leather armor. The studs appear to have been crafted out of molar teeth of a fairly large animal. There is a necklace, crafted of small black beads and attached to it is a black and withered hand of a humanoid. It's condition makes the former owners race impossible to determine, orc, human even gnome is possible...lastly a small jar with a thick white paste. Everything but the gold itself radiates magic.)
Bohdi Nackle Monday March 26th, 2007 1:39:24 PM
The snores of the sleeping gnome sputtered and snorted to a gradual halt as the sounds of movement and others waking in the lodge brought Bohdi back to wakefulness.
Not that it improved his disposition any.
"Bloody hell," the bleary-eyed gnome offered as a morning greeting. He blinked and stretched, and smacked his lips.
"What's for breakfast?" He asked generally of the room. Clearly, he wasn't asking about anything that he had planned to prepare.
Sitting up on his cot, the gnome fished out his spellbook and prepared his daily allotment before moving on for the day.
"Let's try to identify a few more of those items today before we sell them, shall we?" he suggested to Neco. "And perhaps Svanhvit can identify some of the potions as well."
He offered to identify items that had not yet been identified from the witch's treasure. (Ooc: not sure here what's a potion and what's not. It looks like the mummified hand is the only "item" not yet identified, and if so, Bohdi will Identify that.) Once he was finished with his identification spell(s), Bohdi would bring the items to Svanhvit and tell her about the circumstances of their being obtained. He would then ask Svanhvit to identify the potions and oils.
Early Morning Monday March 26th, 2007 7:11:25 PM
Bohdi and Garrett prepare and pray for spells and in short order join the communal brakfast. There is minor conversation about the cold of last night and a bit of excitement as well. For before the party left Bjorn had said Karya was going to send the group gathered at the table in search of the Shield of Domi and return the stolen artifact. It would appear that none who share the lodge with you have forgotten that.
Food moves about the table, none thinking twice as Yngvar partakes with everyone else. One question does get aimed at the dwarf and that originates from Stigsveinn. "You are a dwarf are you not? My grandfather spoke of a great story of a once proud clan in the moutains beyond the great river of the East. he said that none could match thier skills at the forge. I am Stigsvienn, master forger of ice peak. I invite you to my forge this day. You sit with the chosen As`Domi, you sit at mine and Brynj's table and I would know you better." He finishes with a nod, as if it were no invitation but a command.
Brynj had already departed adn has not returned as the failies eat.
Bohdi identifies the necklace as a Hand of the Mage. The white paste is no potion, but more of a wax like substance, the gnome identifies it as Ungent of timelessness.
Garrett and Bohdi talk of going to Svanhvit to speak of the Ice Witch and what more precisely transpired there. Neco, Yanosh and Aiden look to go to through the portal and Yngvar seems to be heading to the forge.
The bodyguard push back the flap and give a partial bow as before. "Good morning `AsDomi Garrett and Bohdi. She has been expecting you." You enter the iner chamber, furlined and thick with incense and burning blue fires. Svanhvit the high Priestess of Domi kneels in the center of the chamber a great white tiger to either side. Her face appears aged, no on second glance through the smoke she has aged. The strong woman of only a few weeks ago now appears before you near middle age. But for her eyes, for they still burn with intense life and power. "Come sit, we have much to discuss. First you will tell me all you know of this...witch." The last word is said with venom and blue low burning coals flare to mimic her sentinment upon it.
Posting Report (ADM Kup) Monday March 26th, 2007 10:25:18 PM
Posting Report for Ice Vein Week of March 19-23 ............................M..T..W..Th.F DM-Daniel K........x...x...x...x...+ Bohdi-Kup............x...x...x...x...x Garrett-Chris.........x...x...x...x...x Aiden-Paul............x...o...x...x...+ Neco-James..........x...x...x..x...x Yanosh-Edd..........x...x...x...x...x Yngvar-Dru..........+...+...+...x...x
x = post o = no post * = substitute post - = skipped post (no DM post) + = see notes 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. --Yngvar-Dru joined the game on Thursday, and the DM allowed for multi-posting until Sunday, when the "Friday" DM post was posted.
Neco Monday March 26th, 2007 10:45:06 PM
"Well, I know what these boots are good for," Neco says to Bohdi, "and my wearing them saves you having to waste one of your spells." With a glance at the natives of the village, then at her own small feet inside the furry boots she continues, "besides, they're just my size."
Neco picks up one of the crystal vials stoppered with a small orange stone. "These look all the same." Unstoppering one of them she takes a careful sniff. Dipping the tip of her pinky into the liquid and has a taste.
Aiden Tuesday March 27th, 2007 9:03:20 AM
ooc: net problems yesterday, I couldn't get on at all from home...sorry. FYI: I don't see Aiden as being a good choice to go through into the catacombs, if possible, could I have him go with Garrett to speak of the witch?
Aiden seemed reticent as he looked at the portal. "I still do not fully understand such a place..." muttered the young tall tracker.
"Perhaps I should speak with Garrett about the witch..."
At the very least, Aiden felt more comfortable in battle, or speaking of the witch than dealing with the quick tongued magic makers...
DM consider youreself speaking with Svanhvit. iF you want to throw another post feel free
Yanosh Tuesday March 27th, 2007 10:35:52 AM
"Neco would you mind if I went to the forge instead of with you? I do not want to insult our host." Yanosh looks to Neco not wanting to insult her either by not going as he had said he would.
Yngvar the not so very tall Tuesday March 27th, 2007 11:39:01 AM
ooc - Is there a hospitality taboo in Ice Vein? DM no, but villagers hold backa little when dealing with Austlanders or outsiders. Which right now is Yanosh
ooc - What is this forge Yngvar is headed towards and where is it? DM see my post below...my bad
As the lodge awakens Yngvar partakes only in sips and nibbles so as to not offend his hosts. He doesn't consume enough to support an appetite.
The pale warrior expresses as much interest in the 'treasure' Neco displays as he does in food and drink - none at all.
DM THUMPS HEAD ON DESK Tuesday March 27th, 2007 1:35:59 PM
Oh stones....the DM switch3ed names. YANOSH is invited to the forge. Not Ynvgvar.
Bohdi Nackle d20+14=20 Tuesday March 27th, 2007 5:47:06 PM
Patiently and thoroughly, Bohdi did as Svanhvit requested, describing both the Ice Witch and the party's encounter with her. This time, the gnome left out none of the details, specifically including the treasure chest and the items inside. He showed Svanhvit the items that he had, particularly the potions.
"We'd like your thoughts on the identity of the potions, but more important are your thoughts about the whole circumstance. What do you think?"
Bohdi thought back to the lodge that morning, and the young villager that had stuck his hand into the fire to retrieve a metal case. If Bohdi was unable to recognize the magic at work (Spellcraft check 20), Bohdi would ask Svanhvit about it. "I was unaware of other casters in the village. Did you know about this?"
Garrett Tuesday March 27th, 2007 5:59:33 PM
Knowing Bohdi both knew how to speak and enjoyed it much, much more then the cleric, Garrett is content to let him tell the tale. With an occassional grunt for acknowledgement from time to time. If Bohdi asks about other spell casters, Garrett smiles at the ignorance of the all knowing gnome. "Our people are close to the land spirits."
A Day at Home Tuesday March 27th, 2007 9:18:12 PM
Neco decides to take examine one of the crystal flasks. The orange stone fits pefectly and comes free easily. The craftsmanship is exquisite in its own right. A sniff brings the scent of copper and something else hard to put a finger on. She dips her pinky and takes a taste. It is a terribly famailiar taste, one of blood. To any sort of magical effect, she can not tell. [Spellcraft check 25 to ID a potion]
Aiden catches up to Bohdi and Garrett to see Svanhvit.
Yanosh follows Stigsvienn as the larger man moves among some of his things and prepares to leave the warmth of the lodge. The Dwarf notes easily now that the young man, Stigsvienn's son is holding some sort of case made of metal, now cool and dark. the boys eyes are diverted downward as his father picks up a few things. Yanosh quickly realizes the boys downward gaze to to precisely follow every movement made by his father adn the dwarf can almost feel the reverence coming from the youth. Very much like how he himself felt the very first time he was allowed to accompany his own father. Stigsvienn, for his part gets up and with a grunt to Yanosh heads out. Several thick cloaks later and the trio hit the cold morning air. The light transition is blinding form the warm oragnes of inside to the near perfect white without. Stigsvienn seems to notice little, his son grunts. They lead north about 100 yards to a small out building and begin to stoke up a fire.
Yngvar and Neco very quickly finds themself alone in the lodge with some of the children and women. None bother them, they are busy at play or working on skins. One of the younger women finally does approach though. She appears strong and sure with the gait both recognize as one who has been upon the open tundra. She stops and points to the pair of great white wolf pelts, "How far were you from home.?"
Svnahvit listens intently to Bohdi, her eyes lie steel and impossible to read. Upon the conclusion of the tale she sits back. "I believe you have indeed met the Ice Witch of legend young ones. Your tale confirms my scryings. You should do as she asks about her relic. But I warn you most harshly, that she is a being with her own agenda, and all she says is not always true." the trhee young heroes of Ice Peak suddenly get the very real impression that Svanhvit is speaking with first hand knowlegde.
"I will help with these potions, Friest is coming well in his duties. Give them to him. You should leave for Burfell soon. It is the first part of your journey to return the Shield of Domi." her eyes take on a saddened look for a moment or two, but with a blink the hard resolve returns. "Other casters of spells Bohdi. This village is full of secrets and ancient lore. Surely all these years you have not thought a mere series of mishaps within Zaran City caused your parents to send you away?" She pauses to let the thought sink in. "Come back this evening, before the fire circle. I have..." She stops and her eyes shift beyond the groups shoulder as a guard enters with Bjorn. "I have to bid you well. remember, Burfell needs to be sought and the truth revealed."
Bohdi did not recognize the spell effect upon Stigsvienn's son
Neco d20+10=24 Wednesday March 28th, 2007 12:20:27 AM
Neco concentrates on the potion. There is a moment of recognition, and then the train of thought is gone [Spellcraft-24, close but not good enough]. The rogue pouts when Bodhi collects the potions and disappears.
The rogue stares at the woman who questions her about where the party had been. With a shrug of her shoulders, she says, "you'll have to ask the ranger. One snowbank looks the same as another to me."
Turning to Yngvar, Neco states the obvious. "You're not very tall." Then adds, "so what do you...do?"
Yngvar may feel a second set of eyes fixed on him. If he is observant, he might see they belong to a small mammal peeping out from a pocket in the rogue' jacket.
Yanosh Wednesday March 28th, 2007 11:57:43 AM
The disfigured Dwarf follows Stigsvienn to the forge. When they enter Yanosh helps stoke the fire and strips his heavy winter cloak off. Feeling the fire of the forge warm him Yanosh waits for Stigsvienn to tell him what is needed. If he is told nothing Yanosh looks over the weapons and finds one in need of polishing and sharpening. Fastidious in his work the Dwarf takes his time to make sure that what he does is done right.
Garrett Wednesday March 28th, 2007 3:02:46 PM
Upon being dismissed, Garrett goes and joins the group. "We need to leave as soon as possible. Let us get started." Garrett being a little nervous about the portal, girds his courage and steps through.
Bohdi Nackle d20+14=20 d20+14=18 d20+14=24 d20+14=17 Wednesday March 28th, 2007 3:47:30 PM
The gnome's eyebrows arched with surprise at Svanhvit's words. Then, nodding at her farewell, Bohdi scooped up the items and rose. "I'll be sure to come back later, then," he said breezily. "Ta, ducks!"
With characteristic nonchalance, Bohdi exited behind Garrett, but a maelstrom of thoughts clouded his thoughts and beetled his brow. What did it all mean?
Attending to at least one task at hand, Bohdi scanned over the potions to see if he would have any luck at identifying them.
(Don't recall off-hand how many there were, and so rolling several Spellcraft checks--none over 25!)
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