Game Posts

Alright, girls, Billy says as he straps himself in for his turn at pulling the sled. If'n yer done shakin' yer fists at the clouds, let's get this show on the road. Things're thawin' out so you'll have plenty opportunity to play with yer toys.

Ulfren shrugs. "Maybe they just didn't hear you, Ryyrik," he says, and turns back to the sled to assist in pushing.

As is his custom, Gunnar separates from the group to flank them from about 50 feet away.

I am getting more and more anxious to find these orcs. If we find this hamlet is at peace then I say we move on without delay.

"Agreed," Baern grunts. All this walking is keeping the rage pent up within him, and its not healthy.

Billy let's go of the strap to the sled and approaches one of the people. Hello, friend. Do you need help? Do you know what's happened to you?

Ulfren plants a boot on the sled to keep it from sliding off unattended, and waits. He's perfectly fine letting the talkers do their talking.

Phineas holds back beside Baern while Billy engages the locals. He's seen his mood worsen, and it was already bad to begin with.

He used to be so different.

Phineas recalls those halcyon days in the elven groves, how happy Baern had been, how alive he had been. This entire journey, even before all this freezing business, Phineas has struggled to talk with Baern, turning ideas over in his head, rehearsing sentences, phrases, anything.

How are you feeling, old friend? - no.

Looking forward to killing those - no.

This weather, amirite? - um, no.

Phineas had another thought. After rehearsing it several times, he opened his mouth and spoke:

"Next time we make camp, care for some sparing? I haven't wildshaped since the ice magic froze us, and I want to be certain all of my powers are functioning as I expect them to. Plus, might be healthy to blow off some steam."

Ryyrik groans to himself as conversation starts again.

Ulfren turns to those who are not speaking to the townsfolk. "We ought to build a proper coffin for Dirk," he says quietly. "Even simple wood will do until we can get him back home. Let's think about how we might get some supplies for it."

Baern shakes himself as Phineas speaks, as if waking. "Huh? Oh, yes, I think that would be good. Remind me, and I'd be more then happy to cross weapons with yeh."

The Orcs came this way? Can ya point us to the pass they came from?

Phineas's ears perk up with the mention of "orc army." Billy has the touch with the common folk so he stays silent but listens intently.

Is this a different direction than where we're heading?