Taken from Facebook Chatter on the three days in the snow shelter… mostly cleaned up…
Jinora: what’s the DC on making a single-person ice-hole in the middle of a storm. I can’t imagine that Jinora , or the party for that matter, is going to get much sleep with Fletcher probably prattling on all night…
With guidance from Evgeni, DC 13. If you sweet talk him with a gold piece, and are not an elf, he’ll do it for you.
Jinora asks for Evgeni’s help on finishing the hole that she and Marigold were working on previously. Hooray for a separate hole to sleep in, away from Fletcher’s non-stop talking!
Fletcher "Dear self, leave the dwarfs alone they are kinda bitchy " he says as he writes in his journal loud for everyone to hear
Marigold I spend as much time as I can getting to know Fletcher, and getting Evgeni to teach me survival skills in the snow. If I have to pay Evgeni I will though I dont offer it at first…will try convincing him, with thoughts like if I know better he doesnt have to save my ass from my own stupidity – as he is already contracted to be my guide
Fletcher I will write up everyone’s story well as much as they will tell me and find out what’s going on with the world everything that gose wrong I will blame it on my curse an will try and copy the designs of all the magic armour and weapons and tell them how they could be so much better and try and get Grigi to teach me his language and if there might be a spot for a arms and armour in his new duchy
Marigold doesn’t have to pay Evgeni to do it for her, he will just do it at your request. “You may be veedma, but at least you pay well.” Later, he shows you not just how to build the shelter, but the wheres and whyfors… he even shows you how to build a shelf to lie on so that you stay even warmer… your den is almost cozy.
Shakaari reads her book.
Fletcher I will also keep bothering Shakaari over and over on what she is reading and what kind of spells she knows and stuff
Shakaari will continue to be quiet and surly while observing Fletcher covertly to determine what the hell is up with him. My kn:arcane mod is +11 — can I take 20 to figure out what the hell Fletcher is.
Fletcher he will tell you his life story whether you wanna hear it or not
Your indoctrination and schooling and careful listening to what he says tells you he is the most dangerous of all spontaneous sorcerer like casters – the Summoner. He’s lucky to have survived this long, possibly due to the fact that he appears to be insane, or an idiot. Possibly also that he left the Draiman Combine. But then again… Maybe he’s smarter than he appears – didn’t he say that he was actually in the city? He’d have to be extremely clever or lucky to avoid the notice of the Magistrates and Justicars.
In fact, you recall overhearing a discussion between Aminda Voco and a Justicar, looking to bring in a few Summoners for… Investigation.
Shakaari Given the proclivities of House Voco, can I assume I’ve read a book or two on Summoners?
2 treatises on the Origin of the Eidolon (in hindsight, probably full of propaganda and poor assumptions), 1 Dissection manual, and one short report on how the structure of magic connects with their body. (It was bloodstained)
Evening of the first day, after Evgeni shows people how to build individual shelters, and shows you how to dig down deep enough in the snow for the horses to forage on buried grass, Ezra makes a pot of hot stewed millet and jerky, and some hot water for whatever everyone prefers for themselves (tea, coffee, coco). You even overhear him say to Kia when he brings a bowl for her, “I saved you the best of the jerky…”
Evgeni eyes the two young elves as they sit close to each other for warmth and says to the group over his bowl of millet, “Who wants to hear the tale of Icefang, Hunter of the Wastes?”
Marigold MEEE MEEE I want to hear the story<clapping>
Fletcher “Icefang is he the dragon?!” “How long has it lived?” "is he a rogue dragon from the dragon city? What are these barbarians he supposedly leads? Will we run into any of them? ‘Cause I don’t like to fight if we don’t have too, but if they try to hurt my friends (points to all of you) I will kill every last one of them "
Shakaari puts down her book.
Fletcher “Whoa the dwarf Draiman wizard is actually interested in life then what’s behind a book she surprises me every day”
Fletcher “Did I say something wrong” “or did I do what they call said the wrong thing to say in that moment”
Shakaari picks up her book and goes back to reading.
Evgeni coughs, sips some tea and starts in on the tale:
Evgeni looks up from his empty tea cup as you hear a mournful howl in the distance over a brief lull in the blowing storm.
“Maybe is Icefang’s pack that hunts us now- ve ought to be careful – it vould be terrible thing to vake up with Icefang’s jaws closing on your throat…”
With that, he gets up… “Sleep vell…” and he retreats to his personal ice cave.
Fletcher “if that is what hurt the duke I have no problems killing every last one of them”
Fletcher you may have noticed that before battle he was a little scared but the moment they hurt Griangi his face and attitude turn very serious
Shakaari “Quite a story,” begins Shakaari , putting down her book. “I would be interested in meeting these goblins, as, I suspect, would Marigold.”
Kia Apparently I am a little late to the party but; while everyone was doing stuff during the day before Ezra made dinner Kia and Ezra were camped out in the corner of the large shelter. She was laying with her head in his lap and they were telling each other stories in Elvish completely unaware that their speaking Elvish was making Evgeni uneasy. This is the really the first time you have seen either of them looking so relaxed and not standoffish and you are once again reminded that they are really only essentially 16 and 18. Both of them seem to be in good spirits considering the party is in a winter wasteland. Even laughing a bit too loudly at one point.
Did they listen to Evgeni’s tale?
Kia yes they had already stopped to eat the dinner Ezra made at that point. Some of you might even have noticed how much Kia and Ezra love stories.
Jinora , to Shakaari , “Why on Yerth would you want to meet supposed killers?”
Fletcher “Maybe they ate his brother?” “Or he is pure evil!!!”
Shakaari “Professional curtesy.”
Kia To Fletcher “No actually Shakaari tricked the devil unto bringing her brother back from the dead.”
Shakaari “That was the best [Christmas] ever.”
Fletcher "Wow you got lucky then the devil didn’t put a curse on you that dosent make much sense
Jinora opens her mouth as if to say something in regards to Shakaari ’s situation, then shuts it. The wizard gets enough trouble as it is without Jinora making it worse – or, at the very least, more annoying.
Fletcher “Well I will help fight him if you want if you help me stop being cursed and hunted by inquisition”
Griangi “If Icefang is a self-freed slave, turned into a ruler of beasts, I respect the beast. I will be all the more proud if it ever comes to battle and I slay the creature. Ragnar would wear his amulet proudly.” To Ragnar, "Who’s a good boy? WHO’S A GOOD BOY? "
Shakaari “Actually,” says Shakaari , putting down her book again, “should this worg prove to be not only real but intent on our deaths, having Ragnar wear his amulet and Griangi his pelt might be just what we need to get the locals on our side.”
Jarbold perks up. “What a tale to tell!”
Griangi: “People do like it when we kill their enemies. And this badger pelt I wear may be due for a replacement. It never really recovered from when I ran into that burning farmhouse to save those children.”
Fletcher “I feel that maybe we should wait for him to come to us ‘cause it sounds like he is after us why don’t we set the trap this time” “and this time I will have Raskis”
Griangi “We can’t delay our mission too much.” Griangi looks sideways at Fletch. “We have to come up with a plan that allows us to keep moving, and if he comes for us, we spring the trap on the road. After all, Evgeni didn’t sign up to hunt Worgs, and we have a world to save.”
Griangi I’m guessing that was out of character, despite the quotation marks.
Fletcher "What’s this whole save the world thing did the dwarf really piss off a stupid high devil? Or god? And what do you suggest master Griangi? and do you guys have the ability to help Raskis he is not enjoying the cold so he could help us
Marigold We don’t need to seek to kill this worg, and I doubt he is after us at this time. It would be fascinating to talk to these goblins, if they were willing to talk, but that is not why we are here. We have things to do.
Marigold “Fletcher, the pissing off came much later than the world saving part”
Fletcher “O well I don’t know. I hardly know my new friends! Especially the dwarfs I think they hate me and the princess and her ‘man sex slave’ (he says quietly) keep to them selfs and the Druid only wants to have ‘fun’ with the guide and I know you’re from another world, whatever that means, but I honestly don’t know what’s going on”
Marigold “Fletcher, the core thing you need to know, we actively came to save someone from dying alone in the snow, the rest comes with time. And if we don’t match your needs and you ours when we come to another town you can always go another way.” “You will have plenty of time to get to know us and us you on the journey to the next town.”….in fact tell me more about your companion, I have never had the time to converse with a sorcerer as yourself? Is he like a familiar? Is he from another plane?, Does he have a time limit that he exists from day to day? ….<add>
Fletcher “I am not a sorcerer at least that’s what the elf told me but for some reason Drama thinks I am and keep sending people after me Raskis scares people so maybe that’s why?” Fills you in on Raskis
Shakaari takes mental notes…if he’s to be believed, yep, those books were full of propaganda and poor assumptions.
Marigold “hmmm perhaps not a sorcerer, it seems you have more of an affinity for summoning thing”
Fletcher “O yea I do I can get some cool friends out almost better then her (points at Shakaari )”
The first evening passes with the occasional howling in the distance heard over the brief lulls in the blizzard. Ragnar is at first interested in the calls of his wolfy bretheren, but then when the howls get a bit closer and more clear, he crawls further back into the snowy den and curls up next to Griangi – only by touching him can you feel the slight shivering tremor of fear running through him.
Day the Second:
At daybreak in the driving snow and wind, Evgeni recruits Griangi and Ezra (and whoever else is interested) to extend the shelter for the horses, clear more snow for them to forage, and other basic tasks to maintain the health of the horses (by taking 10 on Handle Animal and Survival, along with help from Evgeni, this is easily accomplished). The rest of the day is spent examining, repairing and expanding the existing snow shelters, and digging out and building a cover for the foxhole. Evgeni makes it clear to you all that the worst thing to do is work up a sweat, and that if you start getting too hot from exertion, you should remove a layer or two and slow down.
During the day, you don’t hear or see any of the worgs, just the blowing wind and snow.
That evening, Ezra heats up another thin stew of millet, with a couple of dried vegetables and some jerky to liven it up a bit, and also gets you all some hot water for tea/coffee/cocoa. As you savor the warmth, you listen to the winds blow sweeping snow across the plains. “Vid dis snow, and better shelter for horses, dey are safe for evening. We check on dem every couple hours.” He plunks down with the Ezra set out for him, eyes it suspiciously for a moment, looks at Ezra as if trying to determine if Ezra’s the type to poison him, finally shrugs slightly and gets started eating the thin millet stew.
Fletcher “Does someone have a spell to help my friend in the cold so I can have you all meet him?”
Shakaari “That can be arranged.”
Fletcher “Come with me outside I don’t think he will fit in here” I summon Raskis outside and start talking to him in draconic about what’s going on and what has happened so far
Evgeni follows along suspiciously, and upon the summoning of Raskis, lets out a squeak of fear (not unlike a little girl), and scoots back a few steps… then, as puzzlement invades his features, he says, “Dis? Dis… is dragon? Not quite look like dragon. Why is blue?” then once again concern and worry cross his features. He suddenly draws his falchion and points it at Fletcher, and without taking his eyes off of Fletcher – he yells at Marigold, “He is another Uchoneh?” spits “Where is Uchoneh books? Why you no tell me?”
Shakaari “Evgeni, please put away the sword.”
Fletcher Raskis stands as tall as he can and try’s to intimidate him as he says “I am no dragon, I am an Eidolon of the great Fletcher!”
Evgeni falters, the towering Raskis, backed by Shakaari and Fletcher is more than enough to make most people quake in terror. Evgeni slams his sword home in its scabbard and mutters as he turns away, “Dis deal is getting vorse all de time.” He stops in front of Marigold and says loud enough for everyone to hear, “I gave vord I vould be guide. But you keep your Uchoneh” spits “under control ven ve meet others on road. I don’t vant to die for dem.”
Evgeni stomps over to check on the horses, then back to snow shelter to finish his meal while the rest of you marvel over Raskis. He mutters more under his breath, “Evgeni, never again take money from Veedma” spits
Meanwhile, Ezra grabs Kia by the hand and drags her to see Raskis. “This is amazing, Kia! You have to see it!”
Fletcher Raskis full of himself starts “stretching” his wings and is genuinely showing off Fletcher says “I didn’t mean to make anyone upset I sorry for how he acted I can put him away if you want but he is a good guard and all around better at fighting then me” Raskis “that’s not master your outstanding with your magic and your a good shot with your crossbow” they talk with each other in different languages and having debates about weird subjects
Shakaari “Evgeni — complaining about the circumstances surrounding the fulfillment of your word is, in its way, as bad as breaking it. If your personal problems prevent you from keeping your commitments then, by all means, leave us, so long as you can live with it. Otherwise, keep your opinions on wizards, sorcerers, and witches to yourselves, as we have politely held our tongue regarding your orcish heritage.”
Fletcher "Hey orks can be friendly- maybe a lil too friendly! How do you think we get half-orcs?
Evgeni stands up, and looms over Shakaari , his enraged features explaining why he is suddenly heedless of Raskis. "I expect nuting less from Dwarf. Dat you not from here is worse. Dat you are arrogant Uchoneh? Even worse. " spits "If you vant to survive trip, you shut up now and listen to me.
“Here, people don’t care vare you come from. Draima is too far away to help you. Here, Uchoneh and Veedma rank lower den slave. Is okay to kill Uchoneh like you, or Veedma like her.” He points at Marigold. "People vill cheer and spit on corpse. Leave body to freeze. Not even vorth it to burn. Drop body in river or leave in plains. VOOD is more valuable den you. To kill slave? Is crime. Burn good slave bodies in winter, bury dem in summer. Killer pay fine or go to prison.
“Here, you just dead and no one care. Maybe all your friends die too, just for knowing you. If you Sorcerer or Druid, den is okay – Even Cleric okay. But you stop pretending to be so big here, or you get us all killed, and I VILL NOT die for you.”
He finishes, punctuating his sentence with his fingers in Shakaari ’s chest, then stares her in the eyes, his bald anger giving him the willpower to stare her down.
(anyone care to do a sense motive on him?)
Shakaari Sure but I can’t remember Shakaari ’s skill on it — probly +6
rolls dice hmm.
It is clear to you that he is using his rage to hide some deep-seated terror…
Shakaari “Who or what I am,” Shakaari begins, calmly, “is irrelevant to this discussion. Either keep your oath in good faith or go back where you came from. I have no interest in your childish outbursts, your superstitious nonsense, or your threats. I may die in this land but I will not be whined to death by some sorry excuse for a trail guide.” She brushes off the front if her dress where he touched her. “And if you ever again lay hands upon me without my permission, you will lose them.”
“My oath is to her,” he points again at Marigold. “Not filthy, arrogant and stupid Uchoneh like you.” He spits on Shakaari , turns and stomps back to his now cold bowl of millet stew. On his way, he stops says to Marigold, “If we meet anyone on road, put that thing in chains or she vill get you killed.” He brushes his hands twice in front of Marigold as if finished with work, and then turns to Ezra, Kia and Elvira. “Now, I find someone vorse den elf. At least you have brain.” He scoops up his bowl, downs the rest of it in a single gulp, tosses the empty bowl to Ezra and heads back to his own shelter.
Fletcher I mentally order Raskis to get in between Shakaari and the Orc before things go down and if he needs to make him do an intimidate check on her saying “now is not the time nor the place to get on a high horse Draiman wizard”
Jinora Upon the summoning of Raskis, Jinora tenses from her spot near the main ice cave. As Fletcher and Raskis talk to each other, she mutters to herself, “Well, no wonder he’s crazy.”
Jinora: As Shakaari’s and Evgeni’s argument heats up, Jinora steps toward the wizard. Her only regret is not being quick enough to stand between the half-orc and Shakaari , before he spits on her companion.
Jinora growls as Evgeni turns away, “You may not be willing to die for her, but I am. Just do your job and guide us, and keep your trap shut.”
Marigold I will roll a sense motive(+0) on Evgeni, Marigold stands up, Using a commanding voice, which you have literally never heard from Marigold (Intimidate +10) she booms out “ENOUGH” if you need to take a breath, go outside and take a moment. BUT to survive in lands we know nothing about, in this terrain we know nothing about, WE HAVE TO WORK TOGETHER! That means showing respect to everyone regardless of your beliefs, EVERYONE here has great abilities, strengths and weaknesses. Turning to Evgeni, I apologize to you for putting you in this position you despise. I know you will honor your word, I see you to be an honorable soul, however, please respect the entire group. Spitting and calling us names does not create a good environment. You know not what trials they have been through, and it is disruptive. Instead, teach us about your society so that…as you put it, we don’t get you killed….with our lack of knowledge. We are who we are, and regardless of where our abilities come from. We are here for a good purpose. In my lands witches are abundant, and some are good people and others are evil and hurtful, just as a warrior can fight for people or do evil acts. Judge each person for who they are, and you better find out just who they are and what they have gone through before you do. In my lands orcs are looked down upon, but I looked at you as an individual. In each being you meet there is something of value you can learn about, some beauty about them. If you didn’t see it, you didn’t look hard enough! < Marigold breezes outside, and if not too stormy flies up into the air hair streaming loose> and if those who haven’t seen her hair in all its glory look, they might notice the sheer volume of hair. Her diplomacy is non existent but does have +2 charisma
Marigold With the word EVERYONE I am glaring at everyone in turn and making eye contact with everyone who will look
Shakaari, wiping spit off her face, returns your glare with a look that says she’ll be damned if she’s going to apologize for not letting the guide threaten people with swords unchallenged.
Fletcher “Me and Raskis are at your command Capetian”
Jinora returns Marigold’s gaze with a hard one of her own, but averts her eyes just before the witch makes eye contact with the next person. She lets out a sharp sigh before sulking over to check on all of the horses. Making sure to give Raskis and Fletcher as wide a berth as she can, of course.
I’ll assume that Marigold caught him as he was opening the door before leaving – rolls dice hmm.
Evgeni turns, the dark look still on his face. "Death is out here. It hunts us – each of us. All of us. You may die from tooth and claw, or ice and snow or starving or hundred other vays, but is all the same. Is called Vinter. It doesn’t care if you good people or if I respect you or if I judge you. It doesn’t care if person has value or if you have beauty or vat your purpose is. It vill kill you, kill me, and no one will know or care until snows melt, and probably not even den because your rotten body vill be forgotten.
“Dis is fact: If you are named Veedma or she is named Uchoneh by people here, you vill die. Either from dem catching and killing you, or from dem running you out of town to die in de snow, starving and hunted, vit no supplies. Dis I give you? Is but small taste of what you see later. Dese people do not care how good you are or if you vant to save vorld or vatever you vant to do. Dey only vant to know dey are safe and you will not kill dem.
“If you villing to listen, I vill guide. if you villing to vork, I vill help. If you villing to learn, I vill teach you to stay alive. But ven ve meet others – I tell you now – muzzle your Uchoneh dwarf, and you should not say vord either. Dis is advice to keep you alive, not to save pride or face. Saving face gets you killed” he glances at Shakaari and back to Marigold. “Put avay your pride, de cold doesn’t care.”
Shakaari (As Evgeni rants, Shakaari mocks him by flapping her hand like a sock puppet in time to his speech — she then returns to her book)
Griangi tears himself away from comforting Ragnar long enough to interject, firmly:
“I’m tired of this crap. There are enough dangers in this place without us fighting each other. I know, maybe more than any of you, that what people think you are, right or wrong, is as much a danger as this cold, and about as impossible to be rid of. Shakaari , do you want to invite danger from the people of this place? Do you want more distractions? More hurdles between us and what we came here to do? Yeah, it’s stupid and wrong that these people hate wizards. Do you want to fight that battle, or the battle we actually came here to fight? We’re going to be careful about how much magic we throw around in this place, and who we do it around. To protect ourselves. Just like you wouldn’t go naked in the cold. We’re done getting ourselves into fights with the locals when we should be fighting the Fellowship.
And Evgeni, if you spit on my friends again, right or wrong, I will cut you apart, feed parts of you to my wolf while you watch, and wear your skin to take the edge off the cold. You can mutter to yourself all you want about ‘Veedma’ and ‘Uchoneh,’ but as soon as part of you touches part of them in anger, your life is forfeit. This fight is done.” Intimidate +16.
Griangi gives everyone one last glare before going back to Ragnar.
Shakaari “All I wanted him to do was stop waving his damn sword around!”
Evgeni stares at the little gnome for a moment… then breaks out laughing – guffawing, really. “See? He is leader because he is smart! You, gnome – you may give dese fools chance to live. Maybe dey listen to you more den me.”
Griangi “Sm…smart?” Griangi is speechless.
Evgeni offers Griangi a small swig of strong, clear spirits and says, “Yes, smart enough to know de cold doesn’t care. Ve survive first town, I vill buy us all drink, and we celebrate. Ve survive trip, I buy you keg. Is good, no?”
Griangi takes the drink and smiles. “Is good.”
Shakaari groans and starts on the chapter about using rings to bind others to her arcane will…
The second evening passes with some tension – the shouting match and close proximity leaving everyone on edge. Evgeni finishes sharing his strong drink with Griangi, and when he is asked what it is, he calls it “Root vine – is good for heart and for breathing.”
As night settles in, the winds seem to kick up even more, and those on watch are almost constantly digging out the foxhole despite Evgeni’s improvements… not that those on watch are really able to see much – visibility quite literally drops to zero and getting from the warm snow cave to the foxhole to the horse’s shelter and back is a matter of carefully following guide ropes Evgeni had staked out the day before.
Changing watch is a burden as well – the snow piles up against the door of your snow cave such that you have to dig yourselves out just to step outside. Evgeni finally suggests at the end of 2nd watch that you check on the horses and cancel the watch for the night.
(looking for last actions for the evening before I start in on Day 3).
Day the Third:
Overnight, the sounds of blowing wind and snow are eventually muffled by the snow that piles up against the door. In the morning, Evgeni casts Endure Elements on himself and removes the blocks and digs a small tunnel to crawl out of. Those that follow him find wind strong enough to knock most people down if they are in the open. The sky is barely lit despite Evgeni’s insistence that it is about an hour after sunrise, and it is difficult to see beyond 5 feet, and nearly impossible to hear unless you are shouting next to the person you’re speaking to.
Checking on the horses finds them all in good health, Evgeni makes sure they are fed, brushes the ice out of their fur, checks blankets and so forth.
Raskis seems to be in a good mood despite being left out of doors all night, and I’m sure someone renews the Endure Elements spell on him as well (though, to be fair, since we’re not burning Endure elements on Ragnar, Expey, and Dorian, we can skip it for Raskis too, I guess). Though, he is a little jealous of the badger and the wolf getting to stay inside the cozy snow shelter.
The day passes much the same as the day before, and the winds and driving snow seem to abate somewhat in the afternoon. Visibility increases to between 20-30 feet and the wind drops to a mere 50 mph. As the sun sets, you check on the horses again, and they are all fine, and you hear a mournful howl on the wind. Ezra, after spending the day chatting with Kia and playing some kind of sticks-and-pebbles game with her for hours, gets up and makes more thin millet stew for dinner, with hot water for tea or coffee. He passes bowls around, again saving the one with the largest bits of meat for Kia.
Evgeni says, “You know, is tradition on cold, quiet days to share stories, or tell of places ve have visited. Helps pass time…” He looks at your group expectantly…
Shakaari Are we considered to be using the Wand of Endure Elements on everyone who needs it, every day?
Shakaari “Robspierre… your hour has come…” mutters Shakaari as she leafs through a chapter titled “Rebirth Stones”.
Re: wand; Not during these three days, unless you expect to spend more than an hour outside of the shelter. Since I think Ezra has the shoes and Axe-Master-G has that Barbarian ability, you should be fine to not use any on day 2, and possibly 3. Remember another thing you can do is ask if Elvira is willing to spend some of her Lv-1 slots on Endure Elements to preserve the wand power, but that’s up to Christina.
Jinora Following Evgeni out? I thought he had a separate hole for himself, just as Jinora does?
Shakaari Robspierre proceeds to tell Evgeni the entire history of the forest dragon race, beginning with their ancestors, the forest linnorms.
uhm that’s just a psychic conversation, because Robs only speaks draconic, right?
Shakaari Robs will bug Jarbold until he agrees to translate.
…Evgeni politely listens.
Fletcher “that dosnt seem true” “but ok”
Shakaari “…and that is how the Kobolds named me their Emperor. Now in 2371 FDC, we established the…”
Fletcher “I did not know dragons could lie there asses off”
Shakaari “…of course, the art of horseback riding was originally invented by the forest dragons so that we could use them for polo…”
…Evgeni politely listens.
…Ezra says, “Excuse me, but I thought we were going to hear a story, not a um… ‘history’.”
Shakaari “That is exactly the conclusion we dragons designed you elves to come to.”
Ezra: “What? that… I… Uhm… riiight. So, if you’re done, I’ve got an ACTUAL tale to tell… if you’re interested…”
Fletcher “Oooo this should be good, did not know that concubines to royalty can talk without permission. What a strange country”
Jinora “I’d love to hear your story, Ezra,” Jinora blurts out, bored out of her skull by Robspierre’s rambling. The corner of her mouth flickers a smile at Fletcher’s concubine comment/assumption, but she doesn’t bother to correct the summoner.
Kia to Fletcher, “If you insinuate something like that again you’re going to wake up without a tongue,” Kia says in a low, deadly serious voice. Then the turns to Ezra with a cheerful grin, waiting for him to start telling his story.
Shakaari Robspierre says “Geez, what is it with humanoid females and amputation?”
Kia turns back to the group guessing that most of them—because they have never been to Voruub—have no idea how incredibly insulting Fletcher’s statement was. “To say that someone is a sex slave, is to say that they are lower than dirt.” She holds Fletcher’s gaze, to make sure he understands that she is not playing. “Never make the mistake of saying that to Ezra ever again.”
Ezra coughs, and places a hand gently on her shoulder and says quietly, “it’s okay, Kia, really… besides, I’ve got this story…”
He sits down in the center of the snow cave, and says, “this is a story from the village I was born in… it is at the base of a huge mountain that watches over our little village.” Ezra then uses his magic to weave glowing, wispy trailers of fire and smoke in the air drawing people, creatures and small landscapes as he tells his story of the Phoenix and the Bear King…
When he is done, he sits back and smiles, seemingly pleased that he once again had a chance to perform for people.
Fletcher After her comment I hide behind the witch and listen to the story Raskis you hear outside growl and say in draconic “I dare to see you try” then is hushed by Fletcher telepathically
Jinora ‘s eyes widen in awe as Ezra paints pictures in the air with fire. As he finishes the story, she turns directly to him, beaming like a small child after their first trip to the faire. "Anytime you want to share another story, Ezra, I’m all ears. That… that was wonderful!"
She goes to slap him on the back in camaraderie, but hesitates and withdrawals, remembering that both he and Kia don’t seem to like being touched by others. Jinora smiles apologetically, then toasts Ezra with what remains of her cup of tea.
Kia to Ezra, “That one’s always been my favorite.”
Shakaari looks up from her book to watch Ezra’s display, her face pensive, as if remembering something. She deflates a little, and goes back to her book.
Ezra gracefully accepts the praise, “Perhaps sometime later”
Evgeni grins his toothy, broken-fanged grin and says, “Yes, is very good story – proper story! My stories – not always so happy. Maybe is place you are from… Does anyone else have story to tell?”
Shakaari Marigold — Shakaari turns to Marigold and says “Any interesting tales from Argentier?”
Marigold is not in the room, she has been out with the horses since the last night
Marigold she does have protection, but regardless she is with the horses in a shelter, she is just not in the main shelter
That is with the horses shelter. if you were out side of it, you’d be subject to the wind chill of 50-75mph winds and -20 temperatures of the night before:
Extreme cold (below –20° F) deals 1d6 points of lethal damage per minute (no save). In addition, a character must make a Fortitude save (DC 15, +1 per previous check) or take 1d4 points of nonlethal damage.
…which is why Evgeni was saying everyone should stay inside.
Marigold She can make her own enclosed shelter she assisted Jinora with hers, and she has the boots
Okay – if she’s got her own shelter, it’s fine; she’s in her own shelter.
All: Understand, during the worst of the blizzard, the temperature and wind chill would overwhelm even your Endure Elements spell (which means the Boots of the Winterlands, too). The shelter for the horses is a windbreak with a kind of curving dome for the horses to huddle under. Getting them out of the wind like this protects them… enough.
Jinora After Ezra’s story, Jinora says goodnight to the party then retires to her own shelter for the night, despite the storm outside.