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Hjollsted

Araklusta

May 28, 2019 12:06 pm
May 28, 2019 12:06 pm
Easthaven
Reòthadh, Hjollsted, and the handful of berserkers travel for a couple of hours over a tundra turned brown with melted snow before they reach Easthaven. The small fishing village is swelled to several times its usual size by the forces gathered around it. Tents of the Icewind Dale barbarians make a wide radius around the town itself, and always a half-dozen frost giants can be seen making their way through one part or another.

As they draw close, Hjollsted pauses to address Reòthadh. "My own face is known to the people here, and they will not react well to seeing me about town. But I can merely hide my face. Your own appearance, however..." He gestures to the sorcerer’s pale blue skin. "You will stand out. Or rather... under. There are no tribesmen as short as you." Indeed, most of the barbarian warriors stand close to seven feet tall.

"We need only reach one of the outlying tents, and our friends here will bring the tribe leaders to us. How do you propose we get you there?

Reòthadh

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May 28, 2019 3:01 pm
May 28, 2019 3:01 pm
Re: Easthaven
"This one will feign capture, bring ropes and loosely bind this dwerf. A prisoner draws less attention than a stranger."

Hjollsted

Araklusta

May 29, 2019 3:13 am
May 29, 2019 3:13 am
Re: Easthaven
Hjollsted chuckles. "Reminds me of old times! I’ve got some rope here..."

A short while later a group approaches the tents scattered about Easthaven. Six tribesmen, all of them hooded against the wind, escorting a bound dwarf. The berserkers exchange curt nods with the sentries and pass easily into the encampment.

Hjollsted leans close to Reòthadh and pitches a whisper to be heard just above the wind. "Nearly there..."

Erinyes

Araklusta

May 29, 2019 3:20 am
May 29, 2019 3:20 am
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woman suddenly appears before the group. No, not a woman. The hellish light in those eyes clearly proves this creature’s true origin. The devil’s lips part in a perfect smile, and its hand rests on an exquisite sword at its waist. "What do you have here? Did the Master not order all prisoners to be brought to the designated holding cell?"

With sinuous grace the fiend quick-steps forward to get a better view of Reòthadh. Had wings appeared for a bare moment? "This one seems most interesting."

Hjollsted

Araklusta

May 29, 2019 3:21 am
May 29, 2019 3:21 am
Re: Easthaven
Hjollsted opens his mouth to speak. "Yes, we were just on our w-"

Erinyes

Araklusta

May 29, 2019 3:23 am
May 29, 2019 3:23 am
Re: Easthaven
The shaman is interrupted by a stunning backhand almost too fast to see. As Hjollsted touches his jaw the devil draws her blade halfway from its sheath. Crimson eyes lock onto Hjollsted’s face. "That is not how you were instructed to address your superiors. Consider this your sole warning. Next time, I will remove your tongue. Or perhaps the head that houses it."

The blade slips back into the scabbard to rest, and the erinyes gestures to Reòthadh. "Bring him to the tower. I will tell the Master to expect you."

The devil walks away, and even the towering barbarians around shy back from it.

Hjollsted

Araklusta

May 29, 2019 3:24 am
May 29, 2019 3:24 am
Re: Easthaven
Hjollsted gets the friendly tribesmen moving again with a quick word, and a minute later the group slips into a tent. "It seems we won’t have much time. Who should we speak with first? The leader of the Tribe of the Wolf is a bloodthirsty brute, but he also has pride. I find it hard to believe that he enjoys bowing to the whims of these fiends.

My own kin, the Tribe of the Elk, is currently led by Tansia, the late chieftain’s daughter. She is young, but strong. I cannot believe that she truly thinks this arrangement is wise.

There is also the Tribe of the Bear. Their leader is also new. Many... replacements... were needed after the bloodbath that happened on the Sea of Moving Ice. I am not familiar with him..."

The ancient shaman touches his jaw once more and winces. "The longer we stay the less likely it becomes that we are able to leave. What say you, old friend?"

Reòthadh

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May 29, 2019 3:46 am
May 29, 2019 3:46 am
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"A dwerf will follow your expertise in this one, however he thinks to avoid the Tribe of the Bear for now. Let us first reach out to the Tribe of the Wolf and then the Elk."

Chief Skaudmol

Araklusta

May 29, 2019 4:21 am
May 29, 2019 4:21 am
Re: Easthaven
Three of the berserkers exit the tent. Ten minutes later, they return with a bear of a man.

Chief Skaudmol walks with tension in every step, as if only a hairsbreadth from murderous rage at any given moment. "Now what is it?" He cracks his knuckles. Reòthadh has heard men’s spines splinter more quietly. "You promised I wouldn’t be bored. By the Nine Hells, I hate being bored. Gods, that was nearly a joke."

His tundra gaze settles on Hjollsted. "Traitor." And then he looks to Reòthadh. "Runt."

His fingers clench into tight, meaty fists. "These two aren’t enough of a challenge to keep me occupied for more than the time it takes to feed them their spleens - they won’t even last a bare minute."

The chief takes a threatening step forward.

Reòthadh

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May 29, 2019 5:00 am
May 29, 2019 5:00 am
Re: Easthaven
Standing at 4'7" the dwarf calmly stands to full height, chest out and chin high almost entering the chief's space.

"This dwerf bears the curse o' frost giant blood, an if he wills it, this tent will not have room to hold him."

Sizing up the chieften, Reòthadh gives a hearty chuckle in good spirits, in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Hail Chief, if boredom is what ails ye, this one has a solution. These fiends, they do not appreciate a man of yer talents. A dwerf can see this one does not follow, but is meant to lead. Would ye command yer men with a slave's rope 'round yer neck? A dwerf thinks not. These fiends see those here as merely tools and souls to be gathered. The hoarfrost o' the North has need of those that can withstand her ferocity to champion her cause. Tell this one here, will ye be a slave or champion?"

The elder dwarf reaches out his hand as a gesture of good faith.

"If ye accept this proposition, a dwerf will take yer offer for a spar later tonight if ye need proof that this one serves the Frozen North as champion."
Last edited May 29, 2019 5:01 am

Rolls

Persuasion - (1d20+9)

(4) + 9 = 13

Persuasion (Inspiration) - (1d20+9)

(9) + 9 = 18

Chief Skaudmol

Araklusta

May 29, 2019 12:12 pm
May 29, 2019 12:12 pm
Re: Easthaven
Skaudmol pauses in his tracks, eyes narrowed. "A champion of the North who can take on the size of a giant? Aye, we’ve heard of this one." He turns on the berserkers who brought him here. "What do you think you’re doing, hiding him here? Any of these ‘heroes’ are to be brought to Jerrod."

He raises a fist as he looks to Reòthadh again. "Jerrod knows what he’s doing. He’s the true champion of the North, and he’s handled fiends before! He’ll send them packing when he’s done, but not before they’ve helped us drive the weak towners out of our home."

Hjollsted

Araklusta

May 29, 2019 12:15 pm
May 29, 2019 12:15 pm
Re: Easthaven
Hjollsted steps forward. "Your Jerrod is a fraud, chief! He is not the man he claims to be. He-"

Chief Skaudmol

Araklusta

May 29, 2019 12:18 pm
May 29, 2019 12:18 pm
Re: Easthaven
For the second time today, Hjollsted is interrupted by a heavy blow. The shaman falls with a groan. "I don’t listen to cowards or traitors, old man. If Tempus thought you were worth having by his side he would have kept you there. Shall we see give the Lord of Battle another chance to prove you are unwanted?"

The chief pulls a thick-bladed knife from his belt and moves to gut the old shaman.

Reòthadh

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May 29, 2019 2:11 pm
May 29, 2019 2:11 pm
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"Your Jerrod is a false usurper, only a fool would think they can outsmart a devil. Only those small of mind would be so foolish."

As the sorcerer speaks, the tent seems to grow smaller, the air chills and frost begins to collect on the ground beneath them.

Reòthadh casts Enlarge on himself and twins the spell to reduce the chief in size DC 17 Con.

"Speaking of small...."

Reòthadh now stands over 9 feet tall.
Last edited May 29, 2019 3:17 pm

Rolls

Chief saving throw - (1d20+8)

(17) + 8 = 25

Chief Skaudmol

Araklusta

May 29, 2019 4:53 pm
May 29, 2019 4:53 pm
Re: Easthaven
Chief Skaudmol roars as he resists the spell. "My muscles are too big for your sorcery!" He drops his knife and draws an enormous sword from its harness on his back. "I’ll teach you to fight fair!"

Not fazed at all by Reòthadh’s size, the barbarian chieftain comes in swinging hard.
OOC:
Reo takes 41 slashing damage, and more still if he doesn’t use his reaction to cast Shield.
Skaudmol
HP: 220/220
AC: 16 (granting advantage from Reckless)

Rolls

Skaudmol vs Reo (3 attacks, adv) - (2d20+9, 2d20+9, 2d20+9)

2d20+9 : (518) + 9 = 32

2d20+9 : (317) + 9 = 29

2d20+9 : (76) + 9 = 22

Dmg to Reo (2 hits) - (8d6+12)

(13552535) + 12 = 41

Reòthadh

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May 29, 2019 5:11 pm
May 29, 2019 5:11 pm
Re: Easthaven
Reòthadh casts shield.

"This one was fighting bears long before you were a suckling child. The North is not fair to the unprepared, she does not hold back the fury of winter when it is due."

Reòthadh ends his concentration on enlarge, casts hold person and heightening it with his metamagic (uses rage of fallen Ostoria to maintain size.), he casts booming blade as a bonus action with quicken.

Wielding the restored blade, the giant sorcerer strikes with deft precision, striking to disarm his enemy.

Chief Skauldmol takes 56 slashing and thunder damage. If he moves he takes 39 more and is paralyzed.

HP: 151/177
THP: 5
AC 16
Size Large
Last edited May 30, 2019 3:24 pm

Rolls

Booming blade - (1d20+12)

(1) + 12 = 13

Advantage - (1d20+12)

(19) + 12 = 31

Aihonen’s Blade - (1d10+12)

(9) + 12 = 21

Booming Blade - (2d8)

(63) = 9

Movement damage - (3d8)

(357) = 15

Chief saving throw - (1d20+2)

(5) + 2 = 7

Disadvantage - (1d20+2)

(15) + 2 = 17

Reroll - (1d20+2)

(16) + 2 = 18

Disadvantage - (1d20+2)

(12) + 2 = 14

Chief Skaudmol

Araklusta

May 30, 2019 3:28 pm
May 30, 2019 3:28 pm
Re: Easthaven
Skaudmol’s eyes widen as his muscles literally freeze in place. As his rage plays out it almost seems for a moment as though the barbarian chieftain might work his way free of the spell, but Reòthadh’s ice is relentless. A moment later, Skaudmol is completely immobilized and helpless.

Hjollsted

Araklusta

May 30, 2019 3:32 pm
May 30, 2019 3:32 pm
Re: Easthaven
Hjollsted and the other berserkers can only look on in awe as Reòthadh deals a mighty thunderous smite to the barbarian.

Hjollsted points reverently to the sword in Reòthadh’s hand. "Is that not... That is Aihonen’s blade!"

Shouts and cries from outside the tent show that the sounds of this fight have not gone unnoticed. Hjollsted curses. "They will be on us in only a moment. What should we do? I do not wish to harm my own people, if it can be avoided."

Reòthadh

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May 30, 2019 4:53 pm
May 30, 2019 4:53 pm
Re: Easthaven
"We must not linger then, if they catch us, lay do not fight back. Let them take this dwerf if escape is impossible."

Turning to the chieftain, Reòthadh utters only a few words before grabbing a trinket from a nearby table and heading for the exit.

"Ye bring honor to yer tribe Chief Skaudmol with yer prowess. Remember this one’s words, the North is lost when fiends are victorious."

Ducking out of the tent, the dwarf pulls his hood over his head and hopes his enlarged height draws less attention than his natural size.

Once outside the tent, Reòthadh asks one of his barbarian allies to bring him an object from the tent of the Elk Tribe Chieftess and to notify her that he will attempt to meet her later.
Last edited May 30, 2019 4:57 pm

Rolls

Heed these words (persuasion) - (1d20+9)

(3) + 9 = 12

Berserker

Araklusta

May 31, 2019 3:26 am
May 31, 2019 3:26 am
Re: Easthaven
OOC:
You can describe what the trinket is that you grab from the tent.
The camp outside is in disarray as tribesmen leap about securing shields and arms. Nobody seems to notice Reòthadh as he passes among them.

The berserkers nod in response to Reòthadh’s instructions and hurry away.
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