Post by Head Moderator on Sept 9, 2013 4:14:52 GMT -5
nimbus of frost: Log On
nimbus of frost: ^v^ 9/8/2013 9:50:19 PM ^v^
nimbus of frost: --start quest state--
nimbus of frost: OH Quest: "Cave of Frozen Wonders"
nimbus of frost: Your leader is Pamela.
nimbus of frost: If you have questions please IM me or one of the
Moderators.
nimbus of frost: Estimated time is 3 hours from when we begin.
nimbus of frost: You can die on our adventures and there are consequences if
you die.
nimbus of frost: Make sure your dossier is updated! If it's not on your
dossier you do not have it and this includes mundane gear.
nimbus of frost: Remember when you first use something to tell me how you
are able to use it - after that you can merely state the numbers.
nimbus of frost: Now state your info: Rank - Name - Class/Profession - Dice
- Hit Points - Defense DC - Healing Points if applicable. You will need to
keep up with your own self-healing points as they are used.
nimbus of frost: ---end state---
nimbus of frost: Njolla Nott, Sapphire Marshal, 2d68, 38hp (Diehard), DC15,
18 Heal Points
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris Vidarr "The Bloodied" || Obsidian Commander (d90) ||
AoS || HP: 67 || Def DC: 21 || Brawler/Fighter || Self Heal: 30
nimbus of frost: Roll for Init, give me final number.
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
nimbus of frost: 22
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
A Cairn of Rage: (+12 Quickness = 29)
nimbus of frost: Fenris 0/67 [21] || Njolla 0/38 [15] (0/18)
nimbus of frost: A horde of grimlocks had attacked the small town of
Skalavik, a town nestled in the valley between the Knockskull Mountains and
the mountains that separated Alzorc from Kullyr. Most of the residents were
craftsman or miners, it was
nimbus of frost: very close to the mountains themselves. Not so far from
where Fenris' Hall was located. The attack left many dead- man woman and
child alike - and several had been hauled off with the grimlocks when they
retreated after their
nimbus of frost: decimation. All save one lone grimlock that had been
overpowered and nearly killed. Captured, and held in the town's main square,
a woman who looked like a chunk of living snow stood before the beast. She
was as tall as he was, six
nimbus of frost: foot even, and a layer of hoarfrost could be seen
glistening upon an of her bare skin. Long white hair was frozen in places,
and her white nails were long and delicate looking. She could speak the
creature's tongue, and so she was
nimbus of frost: attempting to quietly speak to the creature after she'd
given it a wee bit of healing so it would not pass out. (begin rp)
A Cairn of Rage: What was the point in ownign a Hall or leading a dozen, if
when things like this happened in your own damned backyard.....you did
nothing about it? Fenris had never been the type to stay out of a fight, nor
was he the type that
A Cairn of Rage: would shy away from bloody work. In a land such as Alzorc,
often times once you made a name for yourself, you had to keep at it. Keep
walking that dark road. Keep working that black work. Shed more and more
blood until the whole
A Cairn of Rage: world was washed in a fresh glistening sheen of crimson.
Fenris had caught word of the attacks just after he had sent his dozen to
check on some mountain passes, ensuring they knew which ones would remain
open this year in case they
A Cairn of Rage: needed a quick escape from Rumeria. As for the feline, she
was off doing what it was she did when his eyes were not upon her. Likely
spending more time working with the various dozens they knew or tinkering in
some forge or
A Cairn of Rage: workplace. Fenris was alone. He had spent enough time as
such where it didn't phase him. Skrymir, that gods-awful massive and savage
creature Fenris called his horse, had been mounted and the pair made it to
the town of Skalavik in
A Cairn of Rage: record time. Due to Skrymir's brutal nature towards man and
beast alike, Fenris had to keep his hands on the reins as he lead both the
beast and himself into the town. Keeping istant as he watched one of the rare
Icefolk from the
A Cairn of Rage: mountains.................talking to something in a cage.
-d
nimbus of frost: The foul beast spoke Undercommon, as it was a creature from
the depths of the Underdark. And it was blind, where eyes should be was just
baggy skin. But they had developed their other senses so well that it was as
if they could see
nimbus of frost: around them, and the beast attempted to shove a hand
forward to wrap around the iceborn's neck but the cage stopped it with a loud
clang. It spoke loudly in its language, demanding to be released, threatening
them all that his
nimbus of frost: brothers would return and not one of them would live this
time, they would all be fresh dinner for them.
nimbus of frost: Njolla didn't move, knowing it could not reach out for her,
but where she touched the cage it began to cover with ice as she spoke still
in a soft, quiet voice (Share Language Spell). It was getting agitated it
seemed, and so she
nimbus of frost: silenced for a moment until it calmed, and then she began
to work her magic and the creature began to freeze. It moved around in the
cage, as if trying to get away from the creeping cold, but it soon froze it
from waist down and
nimbus of frost: upwards it was heading, her words were in undercommon,
"Where do you come from? Tell me now, before I freeze your heart and it stops
for good."
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris watched from the outsides of the small crowd,
without many eyes being turned his way. It was an uncommon thing for him, to
have attention turned anyplace other than upon him. Though he had to admit,
the magics being worked on
A Cairn of Rage: and around this town's recent problem, were enough to draw
and hold people's focus. He had heard of the people in the furthest northern
reaches of Alzorc, he even had seen them over his lifetime in the frozen
north. Seeing one again
A Cairn of Rage: and this far south, had him curious. The words being spoken
he could not understand, though he knew body language, and he could likely
guess what it was that was being said. One had questions. One had answers. It
was not a stretch
A Cairn of Rage: to figure out what was needed. Finding a thick timber used
as a support beam for a shop's outside porch, Fenris tied his horse to it and
slowly began to work his way through the crowd. The druid may be composed and
hold
A Cairn of Rage: ample measures of patience. Fenris, lacked those virtues.
-d
nimbus of frost: The foul beast let out a scream so unsettling that many of
the townsfolk closest to the cage fell back. One thing most had in common, if
they had any intelligence, was the desire to live. After a brief exchange of
words, hissing
nimbus of frost: words from the grimlock and quiet tones from the druid, the
cold was pulled from the beast and it went nuts in the cage, the muscular
creature's grey scale hands wrapped around the irons of the cage and shook it
fiercely, rattling
nimbus of frost: the cage. It would not hold forever, it was a powerful
beast and it was angry and wanted free. Njolla, once she had the information
she needed, turned and stepped away from the cage. A flutter of ice-coated
lashes were given towards
nimbus of frost: the town leader as she gave a glance to him and a nod.
She'd found what she needed. Now, the grimlock was left to the town to handle
as they wished. It was a killer, come here for it's own base need of warm,
fresh flesh. The mothers
nimbus of frost: and fathers, wives and husbands, and friends of those
killed would now exact their vengeance on the beast as was their right. But
what of the others. As the crowd parted to allow the frosty creature through,
she walked with a slight
nimbus of frost: upturn of her head and met no eyes around her. Not pride,
it was more akin to nobility though she was not of noble iceborn blood. But,
then she saw him, moving forwards through the crowd as she moved away. The
one she'd come this
nimbus of frost: far south to find. She recognized his face as if she'd
known him for ages, for she'd seen his face clearly over and over as the
vision played out. She turned to head towards him, head tilted up, wtih all
intention of catching his
nimbus of frost: gaze and when she got close enough that he'd feel the
temperature drop around him from her presence, she spoke in Zorcan, "The gods
set a path before us, and we must walk it together today. Are you prepared to
shed blood?" She
nimbus of frost: tilted her head, then kept on walking towards the mountains
outside the village. He'd either follow, or he'd not. /d
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris felt the bite of cold on his flesh, something he had
always taken as a gift, something that had always drawn a small measure of
joy in his life. There was no season in all the world to him like winter, and
of those, none had
A Cairn of Rage: more glorious nor more brutal winters as Alzorc. This far
south the temperature during the day was low fifties and at night it dropped
into low forties. It was perfect weather. Dressed simply, a tan shirt that
had the sleeves long
A Cairn of Rage: ago ripped clean off, dark brown leather trousers, thick
and worn tall leather boots, and his typical adornments. The dark leather
bracers with the lighter image of a stag's head upon them, a thick metal ring
with the image used to
A Cairn of Rage: Sverrir on his right ring finger, and a thin metal band
around the pinkie on his left. The manner of dress, the scars showing from
around clothing, his build and the fact he had let his hair grow, now hanging
down tslightly past his
A Cairn of Rage: shoulders lent him a brutal and bestial air. Turning his
head from the iceborn to the cage and back again, he nodded. Of all, she knew
where the thing's allies lay. Let the townsfolk have their measure of
justice. Turning back to
A Cairn of Rage: follow the druid, his tongue--as it had been for some time
now--strictly Zorcan, sounded low and rumbling. "Tell me, mountian woman,
do you know who I am? Or was I simply the first one you saw in hopes I'd get
my hands bloody."
nimbus of frost: It was ever-winter in the mountains, and she gloried in it.
Her druidic faith was one of the power of winter. It was beautiful, but
harsh, culling out those too weak or sick to exist any longer. It was the
natural order of life and
nimbus of frost: death, in more places than Alzorc but in Alzorc it was
celebrated and honored. Not all iceborn were as she was, but she'd been
flawed as some might call it from her study of only the magic of the cold.
First, her skin had frosted
nimbus of frost: over, then the veins in her body began to shine with blue
light when she cast more powerful spells, her aura had turned as cold as the
mountain peaks. She did not look back to him once she'd passed, though she
did nod her head when
nimbus of frost: he began to follow her. His question remained in the air
between them until they were free of the village and had already begun moving
along the treacherous path up the mountain. Treacherous even in late summer,
unpassable when
nimbus of frost: winter gripped the land. "I know who you are." She said
nothing more on that topic, as if that answered all questions he might have
of her. Her fingers with those long nails pointed upwards, "They came from a
cavern in that area."
nimbus of frost: (Spot!)
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
A Cairn of Rage: (...shit)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
A Cairn of Rage: (9)
nimbus of frost: (Per 2, Alert 5) 20
nimbus of frost: Njolla could just make out the opening of the cave, but
Fenris, no matter how hard he looked, only saw mountainside.
A Cairn of Rage: (Skill: True Seeing: See things as they truly are, see
hidden things, 10 min per gemstone)
A Cairn of Rage: ^v^ 9/8/2013 10:55:45 PM ^v^
A Cairn of Rage: (70 min left)
nimbus of frost: Noted.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris moved from where he was behind the Iceborn, to where
he should be. The front. The Iceborn had said the things came from a cavern
up the rise, so be it. That would be where he set his booted feet to walking.
Setting one thick
A Cairn of Rage: hand on her shoulder, she could feel the power within. The
leather tough flesh, thick bones like worked ore, hard muscle flexing beneath
as he held his hands in check, the feel of fingers giving a firm squeeze
before releasing. A
A Cairn of Rage: simplistic gesture designed to let her know he had all
intent on passing her. The wolves on the track. Fenris moved through the
winter haze that blanketed the area immediately surrounding the Iceborn,
breathing deep of the first
A Cairn of Rage: taste of the winter to come. A small glance from beryl orbs
as given down to her. She knew who he was, and had willingly come out here
alone? With him? Shaking his head as he tried to dimiss both the oddity of
that, as well as the
A Cairn of Rage: slight sensation he felt creeping up and just behind his
eyes. "How many?" Asking the question over his shoulder as he moved
towards the cave. -d
nimbus of frost: She adjusted her movement, finding the path that the
grimlocks must have traveled to head into the town. Her bare feet did not
even leave an indentation behind as she moved with ease. (Spell: Snowstep &
Skill: Cold Affinity) When
nimbus of frost: she felt Fenris' hand upon her shoulder, she frozen for a
moment and turned to stare with widened eyes as he passed her by, and she
fell back to walk behind him. That was why she'd brought him, after all. She
had her talents, but
nimbus of frost: taking the brunt of the attack of powerful grimlocks was
not one of them. "If all made it back, even the wounded, there are 7. But,
the grimlock spoke of a mistress as well. Ah, there it is clearly now!"
nimbus of frost: A rocky cave mouth opens from a snowy hillside. A ribbon of
glistening ice emerges from the opening and meanders down the hillside in
erratic loops before vanishing under a nearby snowdrift - as if a
nimbus of frost: path laid out for them. Clusters of gleaming blue-green ice
figures stand on either side of the ice, nearly invisible under the shelter
of the cave. The figures seem lifelike. A few seem to stare in
nimbus of frost: wonderment into the distance, but most appear locked in
wild, but frozen action -- oddly animated, but motionless all the same. All
the figures appear as silent and still as the icy landscape
nimbus of frost: surrounding them.
A Cairn of Rage: "Give me a moment to check the entrance." Kneeling down so
that Fenris could grab a handful of snow and raise it to his mouth, taking a
large bite and holding it there against his cheek. His words spoken in a soft
whisper now as he
A Cairn of Rage: looked to the Iceborn. "If you put snow in your mouth, it
stops the fog when you exhale." It was a small hunting trick learned long
ago, but it applied even now. For a man of his sheer size and build, one
would not think him
A Cairn of Rage: capable of stealth. Yet there right before the Iceborn's
eyes, he moved with a surprising grace and guile. Quiet as the creeping
night, he crawled and moved ever upwards toqards the cave. Silent as death's
kiss, he passed over snow,
A Cairn of Rage: ice and earth. A phantom set out to haunt this place.
(Stealth Roll)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
A Cairn of Rage: (+12 = 26)
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
nimbus of frost: Fenris remains unseen and unheard.
nimbus of frost: "Wait." She reached out and let the ends of her nails brush
across his shoulder. He'd feel a chill as her cold magic raced through him,
but he'd also be gifted with Snowstep. She'd seen the ice, she could only
imagine what they were
nimbus of frost: to face. He could now walk on snow, ice and treacherous
surfaces - as well as leave no track. (Snowstep- Spell) As for Njolla, almost
all about her was white, except for the blue of her eyes. She reached over a
shoulder to grip her
nimbus of frost: totem weapon "Elivagar", and everything about her turned as
white as the snowbanks they'd reached on the mountainside. She could not be
seen against it as she moved, following him. (Totem Ability: Arctic
Camouflage)
nimbus of frost: Inside the cave is a vast chamber, covered in a sheet of
slick ice. More statues are scattered throughout, there is also a pile of ice
blocks, and a frozen pool from which the ice blocks have been
nimbus of frost: sawn.
A Cairn of Rage: Keeping to the shadows and holding onto what manner of
stealth he had gained over his years, Fenris stopped at one of the statues.
Looking at it, truly taking it in to see what it was. Was it a figure alive
and masked? Was it a
A Cairn of Rage: victim of these things and their wicked magics? He needed
to know, as he had no want to keep enemies at his flanks. -d
nimbus of frost: Roll Spot Fenris
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
nimbus of frost: They all look like very intricately carved statues of ice
to you.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris turned his attention away from the statues--as he
now felt confident they were--and set his gaze out on the rest of the cavern.
The frozen body of water had blocks cut from it, but that could mean for
drink and food as easily
A Cairn of Rage: as it was a highway of travel. Curling his upper lips back
he narrowed his eyes and tried to focus on the smaller details. The shadows,
the darkness, places things might hide, even tracks in the snow before them.
Seeking out where
A Cairn of Rage: the beasts went and came from. -d
nimbus of frost: She still blended into the ice and snow, but followed him
after putting some of the snow into her mouth as well. Creeping along,
remaining away from Fenris so he could do this thing, she too examined one of
the statues she'd come
nimbus of frost: upon along the path of ice that seemed to welcome them.
(Spot)
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
nimbus of frost: +7 = 20
nimbus of frost: Njolla notices that some of the statues are purely carved
ice, while some of them (the more realistic ones) are stone statues covered
with a layer of ice to resemble the more chunky ice statues.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris had gotten to the outh of the cave, and froze. There
just inside he saw the figures. Half a dozen lined as if by a thin silvery
light. The light running quickly around the outline of the figures, like
lightning dancing along
A Cairn of Rage: bottoms of clouds. He did not know the Iceborn, nor know
her tactics. This had to be a small gift from her, as she saw he did not see
the cave easily. A dark smirk worked upon rough features as he seized upon
the beasts not seeing
A Cairn of Rage: him. The first of them, closest to him would suddenly feel
the pressure of another body beside it. That was right until it felt the
crushing grip as two hand set down on either side of it's ugly head. With one
savage twist of muscle
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris sought to turn the thing's head around backwards.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: Crit hit!
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 90 35 3
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 21 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 10 1 5
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 2 7
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: ((Str: 13 || Two-Handed Tech: 6 || Brawler: 5 || Fighter: 3
|| Ferocious: 12))
A Cairn of Rage: ((Def DC 9 for Fenris for round))
nimbus of frost: +8 Scaly Hide / +8 Studded Leather / +5 Bracers = +21 DEF
A Cairn of Rage: (21 x 2 from crit = 42 + 16 + 9 + other boosts = 106)
nimbus of frost: The grimlock's thick neck was twisted with a sick cracking
noise and it fell, dead.
A Cairn of Rage: (Skill: Ruthless: Kill something get another hit)
nimbus of frost: Due to the Snowstep spell, Fenris nor Njolla need roll to
move on the slick ice. The grimlocks all wear spiked shoes.
nimbus of frost: Go for it.
A Cairn of Rage: Of all those in the world, there was none better or worse
at killing then The Bloodied. Before the first grimlock had even hit the
ground, Fenris used what stealth still remained and spun himself in a tight
circle. His left hand
A Cairn of Rage: coming around in a brutal arch as it crashed upon the chest
of the grimlock, pinning it to the wall while his other hand came in a heated
rush. Iron ridges of knuckles slamming down into the center of the other
one's face. Trying to
A Cairn of Rage: cave in it;s skull.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: Hit
A Cairn of Rage: (Sorry forgot to mentions weapons being used)
A Cairn of Rage: (Himinbrjótr 3d11 & Hnitbjörg 2d9)
A Cairn of Rage: (Himinbrjótr: Enhancement: Impact: Critical on 19 or 20)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 8 31 83
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 18 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 6 4 4
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 7 9
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (18 x2 from critical = 36 + 30 (weapons) + boosts = 105)
nimbus of frost: And cave in it's filthy skull he did.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris turned and set his back to the wall, knowing full
well he was no longer hidden. Even in the darkness, the Iceborn could see
those eyes shining like pits of hellfire.
nimbus of frost: Fenris 0/67 [21] || Njolla 0/38 [15] (0/18) || Grim 3 0/??
[16] || Grim 4 0/?? [16] || Grim 5 0/?? [16] || Grim 6 0/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: No longer hidden, but neither were the grimlocks. As soon
as the action started, they began to move, lifting their war axes and all
moving towards the only enemy they saw right now - Fenris.
nimbus of frost: Njolla-
nimbus of frost: She stood near motionless at the mouth of the cave,
blending in to the ice and snow around her, watching as he moved with ease to
the grimlocks she could not see and within moments two lay dead at his feet.
It did not surprise her,
nimbus of frost: but for a moment she was not sure what to do until the
other grimlocks began to move towards him. She stepped onto the slick ice,
her spell keeping her from falling. Hand lifted, a burst of snow flew from
her fingertips towards #3,
nimbus of frost: #4 and #5. The snow and melting ice coated each one, then
froze around their legs from the knees down causing them to be unable to take
any movements further against Fenris - or her for that
nimbus of frost: matter. (Spell: Binding Snow / AoE Hold / 3 held for 1
round / DC23)
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 3 20-sided dice: 19 13 16
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: All fails. All three held. DC10.
nimbus of frost: Fenris 0/67 [21] || Njolla 0/38 [15] (0/18) || *Grim 3
0/?? [16] || *Grim 4 0/?? [16] || *Grim 5 0/?? [16] || Grim 6 0/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Grim 3, 4, 5-
nimbus of frost: Their movement stopped instantly as the ice beneath them
and snow around them bound them in place. The creatures cursed in undercommon
as they attempted to free themselves.
nimbus of frost: Grim 6-
nimbus of frost: The only one it seemed that did not get held, he rushed in
a rage for Fenris and brought his axe upwards then across trying to take a
good chunk out of his left hip. (Raging Attack - adds 1/2 of STR as extra dmg
1/combat).
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 (Power attack 12, fighter's bonus 3) = 28
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 75-sided dice: 39 20
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 7 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 8-sided die: 4
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +12 STR, +3 Fighter's, +6 Raging = 32
A Cairn of Rage: For some reason, unknown to Njolla, Fenri let the thing
come for him. Standing like a living piece of the Knockskulls until the very
last moment when he dodged to one side, only having the axe nick his hip
rather than cleave him.
A Cairn of Rage: ((Defense: 28 total = Gut-Wrench: +11 || Forsvar: +10 ||
Viðfeðmir: 7))
A Cairn of Rage: (Skill: Retribution: After being hit, get to attack the
attacker)
nimbus of frost: Go for it.
A Cairn of Rage: The reason for the slight dodge became apparnet no sooner
then when the grimlock passed by the leaping Fenris. Both of his hands
snapped out viper quick, fingers closing down upon the shoulders of the
grimlock and giving one sudden
A Cairn of Rage: jerk, ripping the grimlock from his feet and throwing him
down on the ground before Fenris. Both of those hands balled into fists
raised towards the ceiling before he drove the down like a primate trying to
crack open the hard shell
A Cairn of Rage: of a fruit.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: ((+16 = Power Attack: 13 Strength || "Fighter's Weapon"
Unarmed 3. Total = 31))
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 61 38 40
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 21 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 4 8 4
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 9 9
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: ((21 + 34 (weapons) + 39 (other boosts stated before) = 94
total))
nimbus of frost: +21 DEF = 73 dmg
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 0/38 [15] (0/18) || *Grim 3
0/?? [16] || *Grim 4 0/?? [16] || *Grim 5 0/?? [16] || Grim 6 73/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Fenris-
A Cairn of Rage: (Savage Barrage: 1d4 multiple attack rolling)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 4-sided die: 2
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (1+2 = 3 targets)
nimbus of frost: Noted.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris raised one booted foot and brought it dow upon the
head of the prone grimlock, not risking leaving an enemy alive.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: Hit
A Cairn of Rage: (32)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 5 52 11
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 8 11 1
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 6 3
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (8 + 29 + 39 = 76)
nimbus of frost: His head crushed like an overriped cantaloupe.
A Cairn of Rage: turning around to see three of the grimlocks held still by
the Iceborn's spell. he wasted no time in rushing over to them. Those long
muscled legs carried him like a bull across the open ground his entire body
colliding into Grim 3
A Cairn of Rage: and bring the pair down in a barrage of swinging fists.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 35 42 59
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 20 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 8 5 2
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 6 5
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (20 + 26 + 39 = 85)
nimbus of frost: +21 DEF = 64
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 0/38 [15] (0/18) || *Grim 3
64/?? [16] || *Grim 4 0/?? [16] || *Grim 5 0/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: one more right?
A Cairn of Rage: Rolling up from where he had landed with the one he moved
through them and assaulted Grim 4. A simple right and left cross.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 6 26 25
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 6 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 3 11 3
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 3 6
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (6 + 26 + 39 = 71)
nimbus of frost: +21 DEF = 50
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 0/38 [15] (0/18) || *Grim 3
64/?? [16] || *Grim 4 50/?? [16] || *Grim 5 0/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Njolla-
nimbus of frost: Njolla stepped further in, dropping her camouflage since it
wouldn't work so well inside the cave anyways, and took up behind one of the
statues. Icy gaze settled upon the one she thought was hurt the worst, trying
to push the
nimbus of frost: visions she'd seen of this man..was he truly just a man? -
back into the background while they fought. Invocation claimed with coldly
spoken words, water began to drip from her fingertips and freeze into sharp
icicles as snow
nimbus of frost: swirled around the ice, then without further wait she aimed
her invocation towards Grim 3, letting the icicles part from her fingers and
with polar wind fly towards him, stabbing him through his body as it froze
him solid she hoped.
nimbus of frost: (Invocation Polar Blast)
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +10 (INT) = 20
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 68-sided dice: 25 23
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 4-sided dice: 4 2
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +10 (INT) / +5 (Arcane Sleeve II) = 26 dmg
nimbus of frost: +21 DEF = 5 dmg
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 0/38 [15] (0/18) || *Grim 3
69/?? [16] || *Grim 4 50/?? [16] || *Grim 5 0/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Grim 3-
nimbus of frost: The snow and ice finally melted just as he was hit by more
ice and snow, but his armor kept the brunt of it from harming him. Though he
still bled onto the ice from the massive attack from Fenris. He looked
towards Fenris, then
nimbus of frost: Njolla, and figured Njolla would be easier to break - so it
was in her direction he rushed, his spikes cutting into the bloody ice with
ease as he lifted his axe and attempted to send it right across her neck.
(Raging Attack - 1/2
nimbus of frost: Str)
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 30
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 75-sided dice: 4 18
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 8-sided die: 2
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 / +6 = 24 dmg
nimbus of frost: (Arcane Image - Evade)
nimbus of frost: Grim 4-
nimbus of frost: This one went for Fenris, while 3 was thinking food, 4 was
thinking revenge and snarled as he used his very well developed echolocation
to find him. He ran for him and went for a chop across the man's knees.
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 29 HIT
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 75-sided dice: 28 38
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 8-sided die: 1
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 24 dmg
A Cairn of Rage: (Def 28 as stated)
nimbus of frost: 0dmg
nimbus of frost: The wall of man just took the attack like it was nothing.
The grimlock backed up.
nimbus of frost: Grim 5-
nimbus of frost: He had not been wounded, but he was free of the ice and
snow. He hissed in undercommon at Njolla, "Bitch iceborn!" and headed her
way, axe aimed to crack right into the front of her chest.
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 75-sided dice: 12 52
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 8-sided die: 2
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 25 dmg
nimbus of frost: +16 DEF (+3 (Spirit Armor) / +13 (Armored Ink))
nimbus of frost: 9dmg
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 9/38 [15] (0/18) || Grim 3
69/?? [16] || Grim 4 50/?? [16] || Grim 5 0/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: The axe hit her chest, where she happened to have her
armored ink, and while it stopped most of the attack, she still began to
bleed and coughed.
nimbus of frost: Fenris-
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris growled towards the Grim (4) that was backing away
from him, a coward deserved no attention. The focus of the Named Man instead
was upon the exposed back of the grimlock (5) that had swung an axe into
Njolla. While Fenris did
A Cairn of Rage: not know her, she was an ally this day. Locking the finger
straight of both hands, the Named Man jerked his hands backward sand then
sent them thundering forwards. Driving them not only into the flesh, but
A Cairn of Rage: ripping past it as he thrust his hands within the creature.
Both sets of fingers suddenly curling inwards and closing upon the rigid line
of bone that was the grimlocks spine. Stepping backwards he tried to rip the
length\
A Cairn of Rage: of twisted bone free. (Skill: Undeniable: Bypass defense
on hit)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (+16 = 23)
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 27 71 55
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 24 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 6 6 8
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 8 7
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (24 + 35 (weapons) + 39 (other boosts) = 98)
nimbus of frost: The grimlock's back ripped open, dead.
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 9/38 [15] (0/18) || Grim 3
69/?? [16] || Grim 4 50/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Njolla-
A Cairn of Rage: The spray of crimson washing over Fenris' body coated him
now from head to boot. Blood, visceral tissue, entrails, fragments of bone,
all of it dripping from him like he was caught in some hell-born tempest.
Beryl eyes glanced to
A Cairn of Rage: the Iceborn and gave her a once over. "You'll live."
Without another word, he turned back to their prey.
nimbus of frost: One hand pushed against her chest as she stumbled back, but
before she could do much the damn thing's spine had been ripped right on out
of his backside. More than her own blood stained her clothing, and dripped
from Fenris' hands.
nimbus of frost: Yes, she'd live, but one of the other grimlocks was going
to die. She yet again used her invocation as the same thing happened again,
icicles formed then shot off like ten sharp daggers with polar wind towards
Grim 3, ten sharp
nimbus of frost: icicles puncturing in a straight line down his body from
forehead to groin.
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 68-sided dice: 7 31
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 4 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 4-sided dice: 2 2
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 23 dmg
nimbus of frost: (Battle Sense - Reflect)
nimbus of frost: As the icicles came his way, he rather expertly used his
war axe to stop them in their tracks and got out of the way, only to move
forward with his now frozen axe and sink it into her shoulder.
nimbus of frost: (+16 DEF)
nimbus of frost: 7
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 16/38 [15] (0/18) || Grim 3
69/?? [16] || Grim 4 50/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Grim 3-
nimbus of frost: Spinning, he crunched across the bloody ice towards Fenris
using the momentum he still had going to try and slam the axe head into
Fenris' stomach.
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 31 hit
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 75-sided dice: 21 67
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 13 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 8-sided die: 5
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 33 dmg
A Cairn of Rage: (Skill: Dead End: Reflect)
nimbus of frost: +21 DEF
nimbus of frost: Dead Grim 3.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris simply waited for the thing to close on him, and
just before impact, mule kicked the grimlock in the chest.
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 16/38 [15] (0/18) || Grim 4
50/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Grim 4-
nimbus of frost: Grimlock 4 rushed for Fenris as 3 was going for his
frontside, and tried to bury his axe into the small of Fenris' back (Frenzied
Attack - Double Roll)
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 30
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 75-sided dice: 75 37
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 18 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 75-sided dice: 16 2
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 8-sided die: 3
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 37 dmg
A Cairn of Rage: (Skill: Redirect: Turn attack back)
nimbus of frost: +21 DEF = 16 dmg
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 16/38 [15] (0/18) || Grim 4
66/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Fenris-
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris was no novice in the fields of battle. Dirty
fighting, such as back-stabbing, a staple of any fight. As the grimlock swung
it's axe towards him, Fenris reflexively caught it with one hand and turned
it;s direction around with
A Cairn of Rage: the other. Pulling it upwards so that it went right into
the grimlock's groin. Letting the buried axe go and bringing both hands up to
use, Fenris closed his grip down upon the thing's neck and thigh, hefting it
up from the ground
A Cairn of Rage: and over his head. One quick step forwards and he sent it
spinning through the air to slam into a wall.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (+16 = 24)
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 64 50 63
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 28 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 1 4 4
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 5 8
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (28 + 22 + 39 = 89)
nimbus of frost: As he hefted the grimlock and tossed him towards a rocky
wall, one of the statues knocked over, the ice cracking and the stone hidden
beneath shattering. the grimlock slid to the ground in a crumpled dead heap.
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 16/38 [15] (0/18)
nimbus of frost: --combat over---
A Cairn of Rage: What came after any fight, was taking what one thought
helpful for the future. Each weapon from the Grimlocks was taken and set into
a pile with practiced ease. The armor was removed and thankfully had no holes
in it (all save the
nimbus of frost: Once they were all dead, she pulled a blueice potion bottle
out of a pouch and popped it open, drinking it down. (1/3 uses of 10hp
healing). She then moved over towards Fenris even as he gathered the dead
bodies, and mended the
A Cairn of Rage: one that had it's back ripped out). The spiked boots were
looked at and ripped free as well. It was like watching a bear over a fresh
kill, tearing at what was wanted and discarding the rest as waste. "We will
split their things,
nimbus of frost: slight wounds he'd taken. (4/18 healing to Fenris).
nimbus of frost: Fenris 0/67 [21] || Njolla 6/38 [15] (4/18)
A Cairn of Rage: sell it to pay for what you may need." A silent nod of
thanks as he felt the healing wash over him. "My question is.......why cut
open the ice?"
nimbus of frost: She nodded about the split of loot, that was not her main
concern. She pointed to the broken statue. "I noticed outside, some of the
statues are pure ice, more crudely carved. Some are intricately carved stone
covered in ice. That
nimbus of frost: troubles me. The grimlocks are dumb blind brutes, they
cannot create art of this sort." Echolocation could be used to easily find
one's way around but carve statues? No. She walked to the frozen water and
knelt down, touching the
nimbus of frost: water a moment then looking to the blocks. "Perhaps the
grimlocks merely used this cavern as means to come from the deep underdark,
and it is not primarily their home. These ice blocks.. could be used for
carving statues... or
nimbus of frost: even sold to keep things chilled." She glanced around at
the bloody ice, then stared at Fenris a moment, speaking cryptically after a
few moments, "Similar...but not exactly. There is still time."
A Cairn of Rage: "Time for what?" Fenris stood up after stacking all the
items, knowing it wouldn;t be going anywhere soon. Walking over to the statue
that was broken open so he could see the stone he ran a hand down over the
carved work. It was
A Cairn of Rage: true, the statues did not match the beasts they had slain.
Narrowing his eyes as he loked closer at the statues, trying to notice if
they all had the same look. If they were all of the same thing. He recalled
once in the past coming
A Cairn of Rage: across a serpentfolk ruins, where all the carvings were of
their god. All of which he destroyed as he and Astrid went on their way.
Moving back to stand beside Njolla, the blood still dripping down from his
body in fat droplets to
A Cairn of Rage: stain the ground. The break in the dark red liquid of his
white teeth made all the more striking because of it. "Speak, iceborn."
He didn't know her name, so that was all he had to call her by. -d
nimbus of frost: She paused then spoke again, "Does anyone come to sell you
ice blocks at your Hall?" Yes, she knew where she'd been headed, only
surreptitiously meeting up with him elsewhere. Her bare feet took her across
the ice to where he
nimbus of frost: looked over the statue, tilting her head up towards him
when he stood his full height. To most humans, she was a tall woman, but next
to Fenris she was a good foot shorter. "I have come to find you, Fenris
Vidarr, otherwise known to
nimbus of frost: your people as The Bloodied. An apt name, now that I have
seen your actions in person and not merely heard of them from the stories
that wind their way up the mountain to us." She paused and held her fingers
before her face,
nimbus of frost: covering her eyes then pulling them to either side
revealing solid white eyes for the moment. "I see what is to come, what may
come, and what has come. I have seen a troubling vision of you, enough to
take me from my beloved snowy
nimbus of frost: peaks to you, for what reason even I do not know yet. It is
a path before you, merely a path. A path that leads to the world around you
soaked in blood, your enemies cleaved in half around you, and those you love
and respect bathed
nimbus of frost: in blood as well mingled with the enemy. A crimson sunset,
so much blood staining the land around you that the dirt never loses the
color for ages past."
A Cairn of Rage: "The Hall? No. Our store room is lined with sheets of
worked blue ice. We have no need for ice, the blue ice keeps the store rooms
at near freezing." As she continued to speak, she could see the tension
building slowly within
A Cairn of Rage: and creeping out over his features. The thick corded muscle
in his shoulders bunching, the way his biceps and forearms rippled with the
sudden flex of sinew. His hands knotting up into fists as he turned his full
gaze down upon the
A Cairn of Rage: Iceborn. Her words were like those of a smithy's first
hammerfalls. At times they struck down upon a spot that was cold, beaten,
battered. Hearing that he was The Bloodied. That he would stand alone in a
ring of death and blood.
A Cairn of Rage: That friends and foes alike lay broken around him. These
were things everyone spoke. These were things he knew. Things he had lived.
Long ago he forged himself the name, link by bloody link, his infamy grew,
the fear of him and what
A Cairn of Rage: he could do the stuff of nightmares. The hammer falling
upon dulled metal, the weapon long ago fashioned and made. Other words, like
a hammer striking heated steel, sent sparks flying into the air. Wild
emotions playing in the
A Cairn of Rage: depths of that predatory gaze. Another woman, unknown to
him, another tale of bloody work and dark times. Ever since his return to
Alzorc, the problems of the past and now apparently of the future racing to
catch him. Memories of
A Cairn of Rage: Astrid being killed in an explosion of fire and force still
a sore wound in his mind. He was unsure of what to say, what tot hink, what
to feel. The thought that he wasn't truly free lingered in the front of his
mind constantly.
A Cairn of Rage: More so now, with new people seeking to join his dozen.
They had only heard what he had done, they did not understand what it was he
had buried inside. Only one knew of it, though none had seen it. Spitting to
the side he looked
A Cairn of Rage: back to the Iceborn. "That is what anyone says about me.
When it comes to killing, nobody better, nobody worse." -d
nimbus of frost: Her eyes blinked, and returned to the ice-blue they were
before, and she was trembling just slightly but only for a moment. "The White
Lady brought me to you, the cold breath of Alzorc whispered to me as I slept,
my footsteps true
nimbus of frost: bringing me right to you. Your story is well known in this
land, your Name on everyone's lips, but that is the past they speak of, not
the future. They fear you, rightly so, but this was not the story already
written. This is a
nimbus of frost: story yet to be told, a story that leaves you as frozen and
alone as the highest peak in the Knockskulls. A story that leaves you so
soaked in blood that Fenris is no more, only the Bloodied. Only.. the
Bloodied. Do you understand?
nimbus of frost: I am not the most powerful druid of the mountain folk. I am
not the most intelligent. But I was Svol's choice. So, I ask of you to
welcome me beneath your roof while I remain here and allow me to follow my
own destiny walk that
nimbus of frost: brought me here." She paused, there was a howl outside the
cavern and a white wolf appeared. "Ulfr," she whispered, and it stepped
carefully towards her. She looked back up at Fenris, "I am Njolla Nott."
nimbus of frost: /d
A Cairn of Rage: There was a time, a year or so, when only The Bloodied
lived. Fenris was tucked away and hidden or perhaps forgotten. It was that
span of time that his name truly became as feared as it was this day. Nobody
would meet his eye.
A Cairn of Rage: Nobody felt safe near him. Nobody would challenge him.
With a silent nod he would turn from her and the wolf. "There are rooms to
be had in the Hall, ones that will suit both you and the wolf. If not, we
have a large area in the
A Cairn of Rage: cellar designed for animals. One-Eye usually trains and has
some pets down there of the wilds." Fenris tried to make it appear as f he
were going over the gear, when the truth was, he was trying to press down the
knot in his gut.
A Cairn of Rage: Trying to mask his worry over years like that happening
again. Wondering what would happen if The Bloodied did once again take
control......would he ever be seen again? Would everything he knew now be
nothing but blood and ash? A
A Cairn of Rage: soft sigh escaped his guard as he nodded. "You may stay at
the Hall, Njolla. It is open to any that have shown some measure to be
trusted. Being that your ice is not in my back, you've earned a stay."
Trying desperately to get of
A Cairn of Rage: what he was and what he could do again, he looked around.
"What are those things? they donlt seem from here....so why would they be
here?" -d
nimbus of frost: She normally did not touch people, nor did people touch
her. Her touch brought pain to many, especially if she willed more cold, but
she reached out and touched Fenris on the shoulder, her nails gently scraping
across the skin as
nimbus of frost: she withdrew her touch, and her voice was a mere whisper,
"I will give my dying breath if needed to steer you upon a way that my vision
does not come to pass." (Magic Quirk: Overwhelming Empathy - she feels the
emotions and pain of
nimbus of frost: those around her) She drew in a deep, cold breath and
watched as Ulfr sniffed at the statues, and at Fenris. "Thank you for shelter
beneath your Hall. As for these statues, it does trouble me, it is a mystery
but I will unravel it.
nimbus of frost: In time."
nimbus of frost: The statues were NOT all similar. Some female, some male,
all having been 'carved' with various types of weapons and gear and clothing.
For the most part, they appeared Zorcan due to the style of
nimbus of frost: dress and such, but there were some oddballs - elves and
the like.
nimbus of frost: ---Quest End---
nimbus of frost: ^v^ 9/9/2013 1:29:03 AM ^v^
nimbus of frost: ^v^ 9/8/2013 9:50:19 PM ^v^
nimbus of frost: --start quest state--
nimbus of frost: OH Quest: "Cave of Frozen Wonders"
nimbus of frost: Your leader is Pamela.
nimbus of frost: If you have questions please IM me or one of the
Moderators.
nimbus of frost: Estimated time is 3 hours from when we begin.
nimbus of frost: You can die on our adventures and there are consequences if
you die.
nimbus of frost: Make sure your dossier is updated! If it's not on your
dossier you do not have it and this includes mundane gear.
nimbus of frost: Remember when you first use something to tell me how you
are able to use it - after that you can merely state the numbers.
nimbus of frost: Now state your info: Rank - Name - Class/Profession - Dice
- Hit Points - Defense DC - Healing Points if applicable. You will need to
keep up with your own self-healing points as they are used.
nimbus of frost: ---end state---
nimbus of frost: Njolla Nott, Sapphire Marshal, 2d68, 38hp (Diehard), DC15,
18 Heal Points
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris Vidarr "The Bloodied" || Obsidian Commander (d90) ||
AoS || HP: 67 || Def DC: 21 || Brawler/Fighter || Self Heal: 30
nimbus of frost: Roll for Init, give me final number.
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
nimbus of frost: 22
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
A Cairn of Rage: (+12 Quickness = 29)
nimbus of frost: Fenris 0/67 [21] || Njolla 0/38 [15] (0/18)
nimbus of frost: A horde of grimlocks had attacked the small town of
Skalavik, a town nestled in the valley between the Knockskull Mountains and
the mountains that separated Alzorc from Kullyr. Most of the residents were
craftsman or miners, it was
nimbus of frost: very close to the mountains themselves. Not so far from
where Fenris' Hall was located. The attack left many dead- man woman and
child alike - and several had been hauled off with the grimlocks when they
retreated after their
nimbus of frost: decimation. All save one lone grimlock that had been
overpowered and nearly killed. Captured, and held in the town's main square,
a woman who looked like a chunk of living snow stood before the beast. She
was as tall as he was, six
nimbus of frost: foot even, and a layer of hoarfrost could be seen
glistening upon an of her bare skin. Long white hair was frozen in places,
and her white nails were long and delicate looking. She could speak the
creature's tongue, and so she was
nimbus of frost: attempting to quietly speak to the creature after she'd
given it a wee bit of healing so it would not pass out. (begin rp)
A Cairn of Rage: What was the point in ownign a Hall or leading a dozen, if
when things like this happened in your own damned backyard.....you did
nothing about it? Fenris had never been the type to stay out of a fight, nor
was he the type that
A Cairn of Rage: would shy away from bloody work. In a land such as Alzorc,
often times once you made a name for yourself, you had to keep at it. Keep
walking that dark road. Keep working that black work. Shed more and more
blood until the whole
A Cairn of Rage: world was washed in a fresh glistening sheen of crimson.
Fenris had caught word of the attacks just after he had sent his dozen to
check on some mountain passes, ensuring they knew which ones would remain
open this year in case they
A Cairn of Rage: needed a quick escape from Rumeria. As for the feline, she
was off doing what it was she did when his eyes were not upon her. Likely
spending more time working with the various dozens they knew or tinkering in
some forge or
A Cairn of Rage: workplace. Fenris was alone. He had spent enough time as
such where it didn't phase him. Skrymir, that gods-awful massive and savage
creature Fenris called his horse, had been mounted and the pair made it to
the town of Skalavik in
A Cairn of Rage: record time. Due to Skrymir's brutal nature towards man and
beast alike, Fenris had to keep his hands on the reins as he lead both the
beast and himself into the town. Keeping istant as he watched one of the rare
Icefolk from the
A Cairn of Rage: mountains.................talking to something in a cage.
-d
nimbus of frost: The foul beast spoke Undercommon, as it was a creature from
the depths of the Underdark. And it was blind, where eyes should be was just
baggy skin. But they had developed their other senses so well that it was as
if they could see
nimbus of frost: around them, and the beast attempted to shove a hand
forward to wrap around the iceborn's neck but the cage stopped it with a loud
clang. It spoke loudly in its language, demanding to be released, threatening
them all that his
nimbus of frost: brothers would return and not one of them would live this
time, they would all be fresh dinner for them.
nimbus of frost: Njolla didn't move, knowing it could not reach out for her,
but where she touched the cage it began to cover with ice as she spoke still
in a soft, quiet voice (Share Language Spell). It was getting agitated it
seemed, and so she
nimbus of frost: silenced for a moment until it calmed, and then she began
to work her magic and the creature began to freeze. It moved around in the
cage, as if trying to get away from the creeping cold, but it soon froze it
from waist down and
nimbus of frost: upwards it was heading, her words were in undercommon,
"Where do you come from? Tell me now, before I freeze your heart and it stops
for good."
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris watched from the outsides of the small crowd,
without many eyes being turned his way. It was an uncommon thing for him, to
have attention turned anyplace other than upon him. Though he had to admit,
the magics being worked on
A Cairn of Rage: and around this town's recent problem, were enough to draw
and hold people's focus. He had heard of the people in the furthest northern
reaches of Alzorc, he even had seen them over his lifetime in the frozen
north. Seeing one again
A Cairn of Rage: and this far south, had him curious. The words being spoken
he could not understand, though he knew body language, and he could likely
guess what it was that was being said. One had questions. One had answers. It
was not a stretch
A Cairn of Rage: to figure out what was needed. Finding a thick timber used
as a support beam for a shop's outside porch, Fenris tied his horse to it and
slowly began to work his way through the crowd. The druid may be composed and
hold
A Cairn of Rage: ample measures of patience. Fenris, lacked those virtues.
-d
nimbus of frost: The foul beast let out a scream so unsettling that many of
the townsfolk closest to the cage fell back. One thing most had in common, if
they had any intelligence, was the desire to live. After a brief exchange of
words, hissing
nimbus of frost: words from the grimlock and quiet tones from the druid, the
cold was pulled from the beast and it went nuts in the cage, the muscular
creature's grey scale hands wrapped around the irons of the cage and shook it
fiercely, rattling
nimbus of frost: the cage. It would not hold forever, it was a powerful
beast and it was angry and wanted free. Njolla, once she had the information
she needed, turned and stepped away from the cage. A flutter of ice-coated
lashes were given towards
nimbus of frost: the town leader as she gave a glance to him and a nod.
She'd found what she needed. Now, the grimlock was left to the town to handle
as they wished. It was a killer, come here for it's own base need of warm,
fresh flesh. The mothers
nimbus of frost: and fathers, wives and husbands, and friends of those
killed would now exact their vengeance on the beast as was their right. But
what of the others. As the crowd parted to allow the frosty creature through,
she walked with a slight
nimbus of frost: upturn of her head and met no eyes around her. Not pride,
it was more akin to nobility though she was not of noble iceborn blood. But,
then she saw him, moving forwards through the crowd as she moved away. The
one she'd come this
nimbus of frost: far south to find. She recognized his face as if she'd
known him for ages, for she'd seen his face clearly over and over as the
vision played out. She turned to head towards him, head tilted up, wtih all
intention of catching his
nimbus of frost: gaze and when she got close enough that he'd feel the
temperature drop around him from her presence, she spoke in Zorcan, "The gods
set a path before us, and we must walk it together today. Are you prepared to
shed blood?" She
nimbus of frost: tilted her head, then kept on walking towards the mountains
outside the village. He'd either follow, or he'd not. /d
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris felt the bite of cold on his flesh, something he had
always taken as a gift, something that had always drawn a small measure of
joy in his life. There was no season in all the world to him like winter, and
of those, none had
A Cairn of Rage: more glorious nor more brutal winters as Alzorc. This far
south the temperature during the day was low fifties and at night it dropped
into low forties. It was perfect weather. Dressed simply, a tan shirt that
had the sleeves long
A Cairn of Rage: ago ripped clean off, dark brown leather trousers, thick
and worn tall leather boots, and his typical adornments. The dark leather
bracers with the lighter image of a stag's head upon them, a thick metal ring
with the image used to
A Cairn of Rage: Sverrir on his right ring finger, and a thin metal band
around the pinkie on his left. The manner of dress, the scars showing from
around clothing, his build and the fact he had let his hair grow, now hanging
down tslightly past his
A Cairn of Rage: shoulders lent him a brutal and bestial air. Turning his
head from the iceborn to the cage and back again, he nodded. Of all, she knew
where the thing's allies lay. Let the townsfolk have their measure of
justice. Turning back to
A Cairn of Rage: follow the druid, his tongue--as it had been for some time
now--strictly Zorcan, sounded low and rumbling. "Tell me, mountian woman,
do you know who I am? Or was I simply the first one you saw in hopes I'd get
my hands bloody."
nimbus of frost: It was ever-winter in the mountains, and she gloried in it.
Her druidic faith was one of the power of winter. It was beautiful, but
harsh, culling out those too weak or sick to exist any longer. It was the
natural order of life and
nimbus of frost: death, in more places than Alzorc but in Alzorc it was
celebrated and honored. Not all iceborn were as she was, but she'd been
flawed as some might call it from her study of only the magic of the cold.
First, her skin had frosted
nimbus of frost: over, then the veins in her body began to shine with blue
light when she cast more powerful spells, her aura had turned as cold as the
mountain peaks. She did not look back to him once she'd passed, though she
did nod her head when
nimbus of frost: he began to follow her. His question remained in the air
between them until they were free of the village and had already begun moving
along the treacherous path up the mountain. Treacherous even in late summer,
unpassable when
nimbus of frost: winter gripped the land. "I know who you are." She said
nothing more on that topic, as if that answered all questions he might have
of her. Her fingers with those long nails pointed upwards, "They came from a
cavern in that area."
nimbus of frost: (Spot!)
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
A Cairn of Rage: (...shit)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
A Cairn of Rage: (9)
nimbus of frost: (Per 2, Alert 5) 20
nimbus of frost: Njolla could just make out the opening of the cave, but
Fenris, no matter how hard he looked, only saw mountainside.
A Cairn of Rage: (Skill: True Seeing: See things as they truly are, see
hidden things, 10 min per gemstone)
A Cairn of Rage: ^v^ 9/8/2013 10:55:45 PM ^v^
A Cairn of Rage: (70 min left)
nimbus of frost: Noted.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris moved from where he was behind the Iceborn, to where
he should be. The front. The Iceborn had said the things came from a cavern
up the rise, so be it. That would be where he set his booted feet to walking.
Setting one thick
A Cairn of Rage: hand on her shoulder, she could feel the power within. The
leather tough flesh, thick bones like worked ore, hard muscle flexing beneath
as he held his hands in check, the feel of fingers giving a firm squeeze
before releasing. A
A Cairn of Rage: simplistic gesture designed to let her know he had all
intent on passing her. The wolves on the track. Fenris moved through the
winter haze that blanketed the area immediately surrounding the Iceborn,
breathing deep of the first
A Cairn of Rage: taste of the winter to come. A small glance from beryl orbs
as given down to her. She knew who he was, and had willingly come out here
alone? With him? Shaking his head as he tried to dimiss both the oddity of
that, as well as the
A Cairn of Rage: slight sensation he felt creeping up and just behind his
eyes. "How many?" Asking the question over his shoulder as he moved
towards the cave. -d
nimbus of frost: She adjusted her movement, finding the path that the
grimlocks must have traveled to head into the town. Her bare feet did not
even leave an indentation behind as she moved with ease. (Spell: Snowstep &
Skill: Cold Affinity) When
nimbus of frost: she felt Fenris' hand upon her shoulder, she frozen for a
moment and turned to stare with widened eyes as he passed her by, and she
fell back to walk behind him. That was why she'd brought him, after all. She
had her talents, but
nimbus of frost: taking the brunt of the attack of powerful grimlocks was
not one of them. "If all made it back, even the wounded, there are 7. But,
the grimlock spoke of a mistress as well. Ah, there it is clearly now!"
nimbus of frost: A rocky cave mouth opens from a snowy hillside. A ribbon of
glistening ice emerges from the opening and meanders down the hillside in
erratic loops before vanishing under a nearby snowdrift - as if a
nimbus of frost: path laid out for them. Clusters of gleaming blue-green ice
figures stand on either side of the ice, nearly invisible under the shelter
of the cave. The figures seem lifelike. A few seem to stare in
nimbus of frost: wonderment into the distance, but most appear locked in
wild, but frozen action -- oddly animated, but motionless all the same. All
the figures appear as silent and still as the icy landscape
nimbus of frost: surrounding them.
A Cairn of Rage: "Give me a moment to check the entrance." Kneeling down so
that Fenris could grab a handful of snow and raise it to his mouth, taking a
large bite and holding it there against his cheek. His words spoken in a soft
whisper now as he
A Cairn of Rage: looked to the Iceborn. "If you put snow in your mouth, it
stops the fog when you exhale." It was a small hunting trick learned long
ago, but it applied even now. For a man of his sheer size and build, one
would not think him
A Cairn of Rage: capable of stealth. Yet there right before the Iceborn's
eyes, he moved with a surprising grace and guile. Quiet as the creeping
night, he crawled and moved ever upwards toqards the cave. Silent as death's
kiss, he passed over snow,
A Cairn of Rage: ice and earth. A phantom set out to haunt this place.
(Stealth Roll)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
A Cairn of Rage: (+12 = 26)
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
nimbus of frost: Fenris remains unseen and unheard.
nimbus of frost: "Wait." She reached out and let the ends of her nails brush
across his shoulder. He'd feel a chill as her cold magic raced through him,
but he'd also be gifted with Snowstep. She'd seen the ice, she could only
imagine what they were
nimbus of frost: to face. He could now walk on snow, ice and treacherous
surfaces - as well as leave no track. (Snowstep- Spell) As for Njolla, almost
all about her was white, except for the blue of her eyes. She reached over a
shoulder to grip her
nimbus of frost: totem weapon "Elivagar", and everything about her turned as
white as the snowbanks they'd reached on the mountainside. She could not be
seen against it as she moved, following him. (Totem Ability: Arctic
Camouflage)
nimbus of frost: Inside the cave is a vast chamber, covered in a sheet of
slick ice. More statues are scattered throughout, there is also a pile of ice
blocks, and a frozen pool from which the ice blocks have been
nimbus of frost: sawn.
A Cairn of Rage: Keeping to the shadows and holding onto what manner of
stealth he had gained over his years, Fenris stopped at one of the statues.
Looking at it, truly taking it in to see what it was. Was it a figure alive
and masked? Was it a
A Cairn of Rage: victim of these things and their wicked magics? He needed
to know, as he had no want to keep enemies at his flanks. -d
nimbus of frost: Roll Spot Fenris
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
nimbus of frost: They all look like very intricately carved statues of ice
to you.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris turned his attention away from the statues--as he
now felt confident they were--and set his gaze out on the rest of the cavern.
The frozen body of water had blocks cut from it, but that could mean for
drink and food as easily
A Cairn of Rage: as it was a highway of travel. Curling his upper lips back
he narrowed his eyes and tried to focus on the smaller details. The shadows,
the darkness, places things might hide, even tracks in the snow before them.
Seeking out where
A Cairn of Rage: the beasts went and came from. -d
nimbus of frost: She still blended into the ice and snow, but followed him
after putting some of the snow into her mouth as well. Creeping along,
remaining away from Fenris so he could do this thing, she too examined one of
the statues she'd come
nimbus of frost: upon along the path of ice that seemed to welcome them.
(Spot)
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
nimbus of frost: +7 = 20
nimbus of frost: Njolla notices that some of the statues are purely carved
ice, while some of them (the more realistic ones) are stone statues covered
with a layer of ice to resemble the more chunky ice statues.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris had gotten to the outh of the cave, and froze. There
just inside he saw the figures. Half a dozen lined as if by a thin silvery
light. The light running quickly around the outline of the figures, like
lightning dancing along
A Cairn of Rage: bottoms of clouds. He did not know the Iceborn, nor know
her tactics. This had to be a small gift from her, as she saw he did not see
the cave easily. A dark smirk worked upon rough features as he seized upon
the beasts not seeing
A Cairn of Rage: him. The first of them, closest to him would suddenly feel
the pressure of another body beside it. That was right until it felt the
crushing grip as two hand set down on either side of it's ugly head. With one
savage twist of muscle
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris sought to turn the thing's head around backwards.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: Crit hit!
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 90 35 3
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 21 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 10 1 5
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 2 7
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: ((Str: 13 || Two-Handed Tech: 6 || Brawler: 5 || Fighter: 3
|| Ferocious: 12))
A Cairn of Rage: ((Def DC 9 for Fenris for round))
nimbus of frost: +8 Scaly Hide / +8 Studded Leather / +5 Bracers = +21 DEF
A Cairn of Rage: (21 x 2 from crit = 42 + 16 + 9 + other boosts = 106)
nimbus of frost: The grimlock's thick neck was twisted with a sick cracking
noise and it fell, dead.
A Cairn of Rage: (Skill: Ruthless: Kill something get another hit)
nimbus of frost: Due to the Snowstep spell, Fenris nor Njolla need roll to
move on the slick ice. The grimlocks all wear spiked shoes.
nimbus of frost: Go for it.
A Cairn of Rage: Of all those in the world, there was none better or worse
at killing then The Bloodied. Before the first grimlock had even hit the
ground, Fenris used what stealth still remained and spun himself in a tight
circle. His left hand
A Cairn of Rage: coming around in a brutal arch as it crashed upon the chest
of the grimlock, pinning it to the wall while his other hand came in a heated
rush. Iron ridges of knuckles slamming down into the center of the other
one's face. Trying to
A Cairn of Rage: cave in it;s skull.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: Hit
A Cairn of Rage: (Sorry forgot to mentions weapons being used)
A Cairn of Rage: (Himinbrjótr 3d11 & Hnitbjörg 2d9)
A Cairn of Rage: (Himinbrjótr: Enhancement: Impact: Critical on 19 or 20)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 8 31 83
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 18 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 6 4 4
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 7 9
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (18 x2 from critical = 36 + 30 (weapons) + boosts = 105)
nimbus of frost: And cave in it's filthy skull he did.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris turned and set his back to the wall, knowing full
well he was no longer hidden. Even in the darkness, the Iceborn could see
those eyes shining like pits of hellfire.
nimbus of frost: Fenris 0/67 [21] || Njolla 0/38 [15] (0/18) || Grim 3 0/??
[16] || Grim 4 0/?? [16] || Grim 5 0/?? [16] || Grim 6 0/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: No longer hidden, but neither were the grimlocks. As soon
as the action started, they began to move, lifting their war axes and all
moving towards the only enemy they saw right now - Fenris.
nimbus of frost: Njolla-
nimbus of frost: She stood near motionless at the mouth of the cave,
blending in to the ice and snow around her, watching as he moved with ease to
the grimlocks she could not see and within moments two lay dead at his feet.
It did not surprise her,
nimbus of frost: but for a moment she was not sure what to do until the
other grimlocks began to move towards him. She stepped onto the slick ice,
her spell keeping her from falling. Hand lifted, a burst of snow flew from
her fingertips towards #3,
nimbus of frost: #4 and #5. The snow and melting ice coated each one, then
froze around their legs from the knees down causing them to be unable to take
any movements further against Fenris - or her for that
nimbus of frost: matter. (Spell: Binding Snow / AoE Hold / 3 held for 1
round / DC23)
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 3 20-sided dice: 19 13 16
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 2 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: All fails. All three held. DC10.
nimbus of frost: Fenris 0/67 [21] || Njolla 0/38 [15] (0/18) || *Grim 3
0/?? [16] || *Grim 4 0/?? [16] || *Grim 5 0/?? [16] || Grim 6 0/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Grim 3, 4, 5-
nimbus of frost: Their movement stopped instantly as the ice beneath them
and snow around them bound them in place. The creatures cursed in undercommon
as they attempted to free themselves.
nimbus of frost: Grim 6-
nimbus of frost: The only one it seemed that did not get held, he rushed in
a rage for Fenris and brought his axe upwards then across trying to take a
good chunk out of his left hip. (Raging Attack - adds 1/2 of STR as extra dmg
1/combat).
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 (Power attack 12, fighter's bonus 3) = 28
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 75-sided dice: 39 20
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 7 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 8-sided die: 4
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +12 STR, +3 Fighter's, +6 Raging = 32
A Cairn of Rage: For some reason, unknown to Njolla, Fenri let the thing
come for him. Standing like a living piece of the Knockskulls until the very
last moment when he dodged to one side, only having the axe nick his hip
rather than cleave him.
A Cairn of Rage: ((Defense: 28 total = Gut-Wrench: +11 || Forsvar: +10 ||
Viðfeðmir: 7))
A Cairn of Rage: (Skill: Retribution: After being hit, get to attack the
attacker)
nimbus of frost: Go for it.
A Cairn of Rage: The reason for the slight dodge became apparnet no sooner
then when the grimlock passed by the leaping Fenris. Both of his hands
snapped out viper quick, fingers closing down upon the shoulders of the
grimlock and giving one sudden
A Cairn of Rage: jerk, ripping the grimlock from his feet and throwing him
down on the ground before Fenris. Both of those hands balled into fists
raised towards the ceiling before he drove the down like a primate trying to
crack open the hard shell
A Cairn of Rage: of a fruit.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: ((+16 = Power Attack: 13 Strength || "Fighter's Weapon"
Unarmed 3. Total = 31))
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 61 38 40
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 21 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 4 8 4
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 9 9
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: ((21 + 34 (weapons) + 39 (other boosts stated before) = 94
total))
nimbus of frost: +21 DEF = 73 dmg
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 0/38 [15] (0/18) || *Grim 3
0/?? [16] || *Grim 4 0/?? [16] || *Grim 5 0/?? [16] || Grim 6 73/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Fenris-
A Cairn of Rage: (Savage Barrage: 1d4 multiple attack rolling)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 4-sided die: 2
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (1+2 = 3 targets)
nimbus of frost: Noted.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris raised one booted foot and brought it dow upon the
head of the prone grimlock, not risking leaving an enemy alive.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: Hit
A Cairn of Rage: (32)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 5 52 11
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 8 11 1
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 6 3
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (8 + 29 + 39 = 76)
nimbus of frost: His head crushed like an overriped cantaloupe.
A Cairn of Rage: turning around to see three of the grimlocks held still by
the Iceborn's spell. he wasted no time in rushing over to them. Those long
muscled legs carried him like a bull across the open ground his entire body
colliding into Grim 3
A Cairn of Rage: and bring the pair down in a barrage of swinging fists.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 35 42 59
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 20 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 8 5 2
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 6 5
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (20 + 26 + 39 = 85)
nimbus of frost: +21 DEF = 64
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 0/38 [15] (0/18) || *Grim 3
64/?? [16] || *Grim 4 0/?? [16] || *Grim 5 0/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: one more right?
A Cairn of Rage: Rolling up from where he had landed with the one he moved
through them and assaulted Grim 4. A simple right and left cross.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 6 26 25
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 6 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 3 11 3
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 3 6
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (6 + 26 + 39 = 71)
nimbus of frost: +21 DEF = 50
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 0/38 [15] (0/18) || *Grim 3
64/?? [16] || *Grim 4 50/?? [16] || *Grim 5 0/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Njolla-
nimbus of frost: Njolla stepped further in, dropping her camouflage since it
wouldn't work so well inside the cave anyways, and took up behind one of the
statues. Icy gaze settled upon the one she thought was hurt the worst, trying
to push the
nimbus of frost: visions she'd seen of this man..was he truly just a man? -
back into the background while they fought. Invocation claimed with coldly
spoken words, water began to drip from her fingertips and freeze into sharp
icicles as snow
nimbus of frost: swirled around the ice, then without further wait she aimed
her invocation towards Grim 3, letting the icicles part from her fingers and
with polar wind fly towards him, stabbing him through his body as it froze
him solid she hoped.
nimbus of frost: (Invocation Polar Blast)
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +10 (INT) = 20
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 68-sided dice: 25 23
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 5 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 4-sided dice: 4 2
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +10 (INT) / +5 (Arcane Sleeve II) = 26 dmg
nimbus of frost: +21 DEF = 5 dmg
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 0/38 [15] (0/18) || *Grim 3
69/?? [16] || *Grim 4 50/?? [16] || *Grim 5 0/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Grim 3-
nimbus of frost: The snow and ice finally melted just as he was hit by more
ice and snow, but his armor kept the brunt of it from harming him. Though he
still bled onto the ice from the massive attack from Fenris. He looked
towards Fenris, then
nimbus of frost: Njolla, and figured Njolla would be easier to break - so it
was in her direction he rushed, his spikes cutting into the bloody ice with
ease as he lifted his axe and attempted to send it right across her neck.
(Raging Attack - 1/2
nimbus of frost: Str)
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 30
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 75-sided dice: 4 18
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 8-sided die: 2
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 / +6 = 24 dmg
nimbus of frost: (Arcane Image - Evade)
nimbus of frost: Grim 4-
nimbus of frost: This one went for Fenris, while 3 was thinking food, 4 was
thinking revenge and snarled as he used his very well developed echolocation
to find him. He ran for him and went for a chop across the man's knees.
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 29 HIT
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 75-sided dice: 28 38
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 8-sided die: 1
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 24 dmg
A Cairn of Rage: (Def 28 as stated)
nimbus of frost: 0dmg
nimbus of frost: The wall of man just took the attack like it was nothing.
The grimlock backed up.
nimbus of frost: Grim 5-
nimbus of frost: He had not been wounded, but he was free of the ice and
snow. He hissed in undercommon at Njolla, "Bitch iceborn!" and headed her
way, axe aimed to crack right into the front of her chest.
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 17
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 75-sided dice: 12 52
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 8 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 8-sided die: 2
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 25 dmg
nimbus of frost: +16 DEF (+3 (Spirit Armor) / +13 (Armored Ink))
nimbus of frost: 9dmg
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 9/38 [15] (0/18) || Grim 3
69/?? [16] || Grim 4 50/?? [16] || Grim 5 0/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: The axe hit her chest, where she happened to have her
armored ink, and while it stopped most of the attack, she still began to
bleed and coughed.
nimbus of frost: Fenris-
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris growled towards the Grim (4) that was backing away
from him, a coward deserved no attention. The focus of the Named Man instead
was upon the exposed back of the grimlock (5) that had swung an axe into
Njolla. While Fenris did
A Cairn of Rage: not know her, she was an ally this day. Locking the finger
straight of both hands, the Named Man jerked his hands backward sand then
sent them thundering forwards. Driving them not only into the flesh, but
A Cairn of Rage: ripping past it as he thrust his hands within the creature.
Both sets of fingers suddenly curling inwards and closing upon the rigid line
of bone that was the grimlocks spine. Stepping backwards he tried to rip the
length\
A Cairn of Rage: of twisted bone free. (Skill: Undeniable: Bypass defense
on hit)
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 7
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (+16 = 23)
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 27 71 55
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 24 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 6 6 8
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 8 7
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (24 + 35 (weapons) + 39 (other boosts) = 98)
nimbus of frost: The grimlock's back ripped open, dead.
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 9/38 [15] (0/18) || Grim 3
69/?? [16] || Grim 4 50/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Njolla-
A Cairn of Rage: The spray of crimson washing over Fenris' body coated him
now from head to boot. Blood, visceral tissue, entrails, fragments of bone,
all of it dripping from him like he was caught in some hell-born tempest.
Beryl eyes glanced to
A Cairn of Rage: the Iceborn and gave her a once over. "You'll live."
Without another word, he turned back to their prey.
nimbus of frost: One hand pushed against her chest as she stumbled back, but
before she could do much the damn thing's spine had been ripped right on out
of his backside. More than her own blood stained her clothing, and dripped
from Fenris' hands.
nimbus of frost: Yes, she'd live, but one of the other grimlocks was going
to die. She yet again used her invocation as the same thing happened again,
icicles formed then shot off like ten sharp daggers with polar wind towards
Grim 3, ten sharp
nimbus of frost: icicles puncturing in a straight line down his body from
forehead to groin.
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 68-sided dice: 7 31
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 4 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 4-sided dice: 2 2
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 23 dmg
nimbus of frost: (Battle Sense - Reflect)
nimbus of frost: As the icicles came his way, he rather expertly used his
war axe to stop them in their tracks and got out of the way, only to move
forward with his now frozen axe and sink it into her shoulder.
nimbus of frost: (+16 DEF)
nimbus of frost: 7
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 16/38 [15] (0/18) || Grim 3
69/?? [16] || Grim 4 50/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Grim 3-
nimbus of frost: Spinning, he crunched across the bloody ice towards Fenris
using the momentum he still had going to try and slam the axe head into
Fenris' stomach.
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 16
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 31 hit
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 75-sided dice: 21 67
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 13 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 8-sided die: 5
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 33 dmg
A Cairn of Rage: (Skill: Dead End: Reflect)
nimbus of frost: +21 DEF
nimbus of frost: Dead Grim 3.
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris simply waited for the thing to close on him, and
just before impact, mule kicked the grimlock in the chest.
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 16/38 [15] (0/18) || Grim 4
50/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Grim 4-
nimbus of frost: Grimlock 4 rushed for Fenris as 3 was going for his
frontside, and tried to bury his axe into the small of Fenris' back (Frenzied
Attack - Double Roll)
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 20-sided die: 15
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 30
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 75-sided dice: 75 37
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 18 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 2 75-sided dice: 16 2
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 1 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: nimbus of frost rolled 1 8-sided die: 3
nimbus of frost: ~*~ nimbus of frost scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
nimbus of frost: +15 = 37 dmg
A Cairn of Rage: (Skill: Redirect: Turn attack back)
nimbus of frost: +21 DEF = 16 dmg
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 16/38 [15] (0/18) || Grim 4
66/?? [16]
nimbus of frost: Fenris-
A Cairn of Rage: Fenris was no novice in the fields of battle. Dirty
fighting, such as back-stabbing, a staple of any fight. As the grimlock swung
it's axe towards him, Fenris reflexively caught it with one hand and turned
it;s direction around with
A Cairn of Rage: the other. Pulling it upwards so that it went right into
the grimlock's groin. Letting the buried axe go and bringing both hands up to
use, Fenris closed his grip down upon the thing's neck and thigh, hefting it
up from the ground
A Cairn of Rage: and over his head. One quick step forwards and he sent it
spinning through the air to slam into a wall.
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 1 20-sided die: 8
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (+16 = 24)
nimbus of frost: Hit
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 90-sided dice: 64 50 63
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 28 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 3 11-sided dice: 1 4 4
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
OnlineHost: A Cairn of Rage rolled 2 9-sided dice: 5 8
nimbus of frost: ~*~ A Cairn of Rage scored 0 poynts damage ~*~
A Cairn of Rage: (28 + 22 + 39 = 89)
nimbus of frost: As he hefted the grimlock and tossed him towards a rocky
wall, one of the statues knocked over, the ice cracking and the stone hidden
beneath shattering. the grimlock slid to the ground in a crumpled dead heap.
nimbus of frost: Fenris 4/67 [21] || Njolla 16/38 [15] (0/18)
nimbus of frost: --combat over---
A Cairn of Rage: What came after any fight, was taking what one thought
helpful for the future. Each weapon from the Grimlocks was taken and set into
a pile with practiced ease. The armor was removed and thankfully had no holes
in it (all save the
nimbus of frost: Once they were all dead, she pulled a blueice potion bottle
out of a pouch and popped it open, drinking it down. (1/3 uses of 10hp
healing). She then moved over towards Fenris even as he gathered the dead
bodies, and mended the
A Cairn of Rage: one that had it's back ripped out). The spiked boots were
looked at and ripped free as well. It was like watching a bear over a fresh
kill, tearing at what was wanted and discarding the rest as waste. "We will
split their things,
nimbus of frost: slight wounds he'd taken. (4/18 healing to Fenris).
nimbus of frost: Fenris 0/67 [21] || Njolla 6/38 [15] (4/18)
A Cairn of Rage: sell it to pay for what you may need." A silent nod of
thanks as he felt the healing wash over him. "My question is.......why cut
open the ice?"
nimbus of frost: She nodded about the split of loot, that was not her main
concern. She pointed to the broken statue. "I noticed outside, some of the
statues are pure ice, more crudely carved. Some are intricately carved stone
covered in ice. That
nimbus of frost: troubles me. The grimlocks are dumb blind brutes, they
cannot create art of this sort." Echolocation could be used to easily find
one's way around but carve statues? No. She walked to the frozen water and
knelt down, touching the
nimbus of frost: water a moment then looking to the blocks. "Perhaps the
grimlocks merely used this cavern as means to come from the deep underdark,
and it is not primarily their home. These ice blocks.. could be used for
carving statues... or
nimbus of frost: even sold to keep things chilled." She glanced around at
the bloody ice, then stared at Fenris a moment, speaking cryptically after a
few moments, "Similar...but not exactly. There is still time."
A Cairn of Rage: "Time for what?" Fenris stood up after stacking all the
items, knowing it wouldn;t be going anywhere soon. Walking over to the statue
that was broken open so he could see the stone he ran a hand down over the
carved work. It was
A Cairn of Rage: true, the statues did not match the beasts they had slain.
Narrowing his eyes as he loked closer at the statues, trying to notice if
they all had the same look. If they were all of the same thing. He recalled
once in the past coming
A Cairn of Rage: across a serpentfolk ruins, where all the carvings were of
their god. All of which he destroyed as he and Astrid went on their way.
Moving back to stand beside Njolla, the blood still dripping down from his
body in fat droplets to
A Cairn of Rage: stain the ground. The break in the dark red liquid of his
white teeth made all the more striking because of it. "Speak, iceborn."
He didn't know her name, so that was all he had to call her by. -d
nimbus of frost: She paused then spoke again, "Does anyone come to sell you
ice blocks at your Hall?" Yes, she knew where she'd been headed, only
surreptitiously meeting up with him elsewhere. Her bare feet took her across
the ice to where he
nimbus of frost: looked over the statue, tilting her head up towards him
when he stood his full height. To most humans, she was a tall woman, but next
to Fenris she was a good foot shorter. "I have come to find you, Fenris
Vidarr, otherwise known to
nimbus of frost: your people as The Bloodied. An apt name, now that I have
seen your actions in person and not merely heard of them from the stories
that wind their way up the mountain to us." She paused and held her fingers
before her face,
nimbus of frost: covering her eyes then pulling them to either side
revealing solid white eyes for the moment. "I see what is to come, what may
come, and what has come. I have seen a troubling vision of you, enough to
take me from my beloved snowy
nimbus of frost: peaks to you, for what reason even I do not know yet. It is
a path before you, merely a path. A path that leads to the world around you
soaked in blood, your enemies cleaved in half around you, and those you love
and respect bathed
nimbus of frost: in blood as well mingled with the enemy. A crimson sunset,
so much blood staining the land around you that the dirt never loses the
color for ages past."
A Cairn of Rage: "The Hall? No. Our store room is lined with sheets of
worked blue ice. We have no need for ice, the blue ice keeps the store rooms
at near freezing." As she continued to speak, she could see the tension
building slowly within
A Cairn of Rage: and creeping out over his features. The thick corded muscle
in his shoulders bunching, the way his biceps and forearms rippled with the
sudden flex of sinew. His hands knotting up into fists as he turned his full
gaze down upon the
A Cairn of Rage: Iceborn. Her words were like those of a smithy's first
hammerfalls. At times they struck down upon a spot that was cold, beaten,
battered. Hearing that he was The Bloodied. That he would stand alone in a
ring of death and blood.
A Cairn of Rage: That friends and foes alike lay broken around him. These
were things everyone spoke. These were things he knew. Things he had lived.
Long ago he forged himself the name, link by bloody link, his infamy grew,
the fear of him and what
A Cairn of Rage: he could do the stuff of nightmares. The hammer falling
upon dulled metal, the weapon long ago fashioned and made. Other words, like
a hammer striking heated steel, sent sparks flying into the air. Wild
emotions playing in the
A Cairn of Rage: depths of that predatory gaze. Another woman, unknown to
him, another tale of bloody work and dark times. Ever since his return to
Alzorc, the problems of the past and now apparently of the future racing to
catch him. Memories of
A Cairn of Rage: Astrid being killed in an explosion of fire and force still
a sore wound in his mind. He was unsure of what to say, what tot hink, what
to feel. The thought that he wasn't truly free lingered in the front of his
mind constantly.
A Cairn of Rage: More so now, with new people seeking to join his dozen.
They had only heard what he had done, they did not understand what it was he
had buried inside. Only one knew of it, though none had seen it. Spitting to
the side he looked
A Cairn of Rage: back to the Iceborn. "That is what anyone says about me.
When it comes to killing, nobody better, nobody worse." -d
nimbus of frost: Her eyes blinked, and returned to the ice-blue they were
before, and she was trembling just slightly but only for a moment. "The White
Lady brought me to you, the cold breath of Alzorc whispered to me as I slept,
my footsteps true
nimbus of frost: bringing me right to you. Your story is well known in this
land, your Name on everyone's lips, but that is the past they speak of, not
the future. They fear you, rightly so, but this was not the story already
written. This is a
nimbus of frost: story yet to be told, a story that leaves you as frozen and
alone as the highest peak in the Knockskulls. A story that leaves you so
soaked in blood that Fenris is no more, only the Bloodied. Only.. the
Bloodied. Do you understand?
nimbus of frost: I am not the most powerful druid of the mountain folk. I am
not the most intelligent. But I was Svol's choice. So, I ask of you to
welcome me beneath your roof while I remain here and allow me to follow my
own destiny walk that
nimbus of frost: brought me here." She paused, there was a howl outside the
cavern and a white wolf appeared. "Ulfr," she whispered, and it stepped
carefully towards her. She looked back up at Fenris, "I am Njolla Nott."
nimbus of frost: /d
A Cairn of Rage: There was a time, a year or so, when only The Bloodied
lived. Fenris was tucked away and hidden or perhaps forgotten. It was that
span of time that his name truly became as feared as it was this day. Nobody
would meet his eye.
A Cairn of Rage: Nobody felt safe near him. Nobody would challenge him.
With a silent nod he would turn from her and the wolf. "There are rooms to
be had in the Hall, ones that will suit both you and the wolf. If not, we
have a large area in the
A Cairn of Rage: cellar designed for animals. One-Eye usually trains and has
some pets down there of the wilds." Fenris tried to make it appear as f he
were going over the gear, when the truth was, he was trying to press down the
knot in his gut.
A Cairn of Rage: Trying to mask his worry over years like that happening
again. Wondering what would happen if The Bloodied did once again take
control......would he ever be seen again? Would everything he knew now be
nothing but blood and ash? A
A Cairn of Rage: soft sigh escaped his guard as he nodded. "You may stay at
the Hall, Njolla. It is open to any that have shown some measure to be
trusted. Being that your ice is not in my back, you've earned a stay."
Trying desperately to get of
A Cairn of Rage: what he was and what he could do again, he looked around.
"What are those things? they donlt seem from here....so why would they be
here?" -d
nimbus of frost: She normally did not touch people, nor did people touch
her. Her touch brought pain to many, especially if she willed more cold, but
she reached out and touched Fenris on the shoulder, her nails gently scraping
across the skin as
nimbus of frost: she withdrew her touch, and her voice was a mere whisper,
"I will give my dying breath if needed to steer you upon a way that my vision
does not come to pass." (Magic Quirk: Overwhelming Empathy - she feels the
emotions and pain of
nimbus of frost: those around her) She drew in a deep, cold breath and
watched as Ulfr sniffed at the statues, and at Fenris. "Thank you for shelter
beneath your Hall. As for these statues, it does trouble me, it is a mystery
but I will unravel it.
nimbus of frost: In time."
nimbus of frost: The statues were NOT all similar. Some female, some male,
all having been 'carved' with various types of weapons and gear and clothing.
For the most part, they appeared Zorcan due to the style of
nimbus of frost: dress and such, but there were some oddballs - elves and
the like.
nimbus of frost: ---Quest End---
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