Pathfinder 1E Crowns of Ice - A Tale of Blood and Betrayal - Chapter I - The Isle of Heildam

[Archon Basileus]

Heheh! In their defense, it would be rude to attempt on her life on her wedding day. So, as soon as she arrives seems more likely. Besides, five of them surely want her head. The rest of them are as inclined to kill each other as they are to kill her, hehe.

Oh... Also, as I mentioned at the start, it was quite some time since I did this, either online or on the tables. So, if there's anything I can do to have to improve, please, let me know!

EDIT: my bad, the map mess was actually on me! I fixed it now, guys!

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[Fenris]

OOC: Queenie has indicated Astrid is at AE18 speaking with Brynhilde, Thorir had been on the dock back with the vanguard of those who had escorted Astrid off the ship.

Thorir had been keeping a weather eye on Rolf. Thorir knew that Rolf being here was not an act of providence. So when Rolf started to look at the crowd with interest, Thorir took a greater interest in the crowd as well. He started to take a few steps forward as he slid his shield off his back.

As Rolf shouted his order, Thorir started forward with speed, his axe was in his hand. A brief flash of a beach flashed through his mind. Raiding with his men, fierce, quick strikes. But these were supposed to be his people, his countrymen. But this was not the memory he had held of them. Were his memories tainted by the innocence of youth? Or had things changed so much. Brief fleeting thoughts to be solved later as Thorir reached Astrid.

His axe flew from his hand towards one of Rolf's knife wielding men (AD14) as Thorir stood with his shield in front of Astrid, protecting her from whatever arrow or knife he could. His eponymous grin graced his face, while his shield, a sea serpent with a crown of real gold gleamed in the sun.

OOC: Attack Attack: 1D20+6 = [14]+6 = 20 Damage Damage: 1D6+3 = [6]+3 = 9

 

[Archon Basileus]

The man Thorir attacked shambles as if trying to regain his footing. The others attack their projectiles reaching out for her. Two knifes miss their target by a large margin, given the opportune interference of the warriors. The last one might have bruised the young woman, but it gets stuck on Thorir’s shield instead. Almost a second later an arrow lands at her feet, firmly stuck into the board. The archer missed his mark. As he repositions himself, his body reads a hurt pride beneath the skins.

At the other boat, Rolf stares deeply at Thorir one last time, before he and Sigur jump down into the mass of soldiers. Rolf can still be seen moving around and issuing orders, but Sigur vanishes promptly. Their men begin to move towards the deck, while some of them line at the boat’s flank. It seems they’re preparing for something…
The Valkiries are quick to engage the first attackers. One of them makes a quick job of ending Thorir’s victim, bringing the attacker to the floor. The others engage the remaining attackers, raising lances against them, as if to suit the situation’s needs and keep the masses at bay.

From Astrid’s entourage, several soldiers move towards the side of the dock, trying to protect the travelers’ flank from potential attacks. Right behind them, a group of archers move towards the dockside, readying themselves to fight against Rolf’s men, if need be.

Map Updated

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1FcB--LvawOzOiZLEB6KS9F5tICD7TByvTm2UO7LbKdk/edit#gid=0

[One man down, one bruised, and the others still on the go. If anything’s obscure, please, ask, and I’ll rectify!]
[MENTION=8058]Queenie[/MENTION] [MENTION=2820]Fenris[/MENTION] [MENTION=24380]Neurotic[/MENTION] [MENTION=6855204]tglassy[/MENTION]

 

[Neurotic]

OOC: Arvid goes last, I'm waiting to see what others do [MENTION=8058]Queenie[/MENTION], [MENTION=2820]Fenris[/MENTION], [MENTION=6855204]tglassy[/MENTION]

 

[Queenie]

Astrid froze up, as chaos and Helheim broke out around her. She'd been just about to address the crowd and thank them for gathering for her when the arrows started flying. As a knife landed squarely in Thorir's shield in front of her, and an arrow landed directly at her feet, she jumped closer to Thorir's back, grasping him, hiding behind him. Ruby stood behind her and growled, her hackles up, yet she stayed close.


OOC: Astrid is holding for a real action.

 

[tglassy]

Alec lifts his large bastard sword in one hand, donning his shield in the other. His first instinct was to rush into the fray, but his daughter was here. He needed to protect her.

He stayed by Thorir's side, weapon ready in case one of the men charged past the Valkyrie.

OOC: Readying action, if enemy gets close enough, Alec will attack.

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[Neurotic]

Arvid stands catches one of the many fishing and transport nets hanging along the pier pulling himself up.

"People of Grandael’s! Is this how you receive your guests!? By allowing impostors, strangers and vagabonds to attack them! We were always welcoming. They are guests of our Jarl and his son Einar! Yes, they are demiurgans! But they are INVITED GUESTS! Stop those assassins and let us make merry!"
The group had heard Arvid speak and he was always cultured if talkative. But this voice, it rings over the shouts and insults, horse whinnies, hoofs thundering on the pier and stomping feet. It calls for action this time, not deliberation. Calling upon the greatest tradition of the people. And ever were this people warriors.

As soon as he delivered his little speech he swings back down and hobbles between the horses disappearing into the crowd.
"Come on! Let's show these cowards the wrath of true Jarls!"
Well, almost. He's still wearing the cloak and fancy clothes, so...he can be distinguished from the crowd. But he moves between the men trying to get onto the pier.


[sblock=Actions]
Speech: Diplomacy: 1D20+11 = [13]+11 = 24 - add +4 for those who recognize Arvid (he is in his area of renown) - locals start with friendly attitude if they would normally be neutral to him and unfriendly or worse if they already hated him.

The cloak is red herring - Arvid's in the crowd somewhere Disguise: 1D20+8 = [17]+8 = 25
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OOC: intentional WE to include himself with the crowd.

 

[Archon Basileus]

Working on post! As soon as I resume work, I'll update!

 

[Queenie]

Ooc: when do you resume work? Is it like, months? Lol


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[Archon Basileus]

Hopefully up until tomorrow! Sorry for the delay

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