The Legends of the North
Kharkel Forgefly - "The Starhammer" - LG Male Dwarf Fighter 17 with legendary hammer Khartom
Dalia - "The Skywitch" - NG Female Trueborn Sorcerer 5/Shamen 2/Geomancer 10 (effective arcane caster level 15), with raven familiar Edgar and eagle animal companion Lady
Jyll - "The Shadow" - Female "Wood Elf" Doppleganger Rogue 17
Hisss - "The Golden Dragon" - LG Male Lizardfolk Fighter 5/Psychic Warrior 12
Verlomi - "The Dragon of Pain" - LG Female Yuan-Ti Ardent 16/Unbroken 1
Darvekis Shadowbane - "The Gate-Opener" - NG Male Teifling Wizard (bonded aspect dominion) 17, with bat familiar Flitter
The Three White Crows - Guardian demon bound to the Heart of Winter, exact type unknown.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like thoughts to be in italics, speech to have your chosen color and within quotes, and any necessary out of character comments to go at the bottom of your post. For example:
Forgefly thinks, This creature shall not live out the day.
"Khaaaaaaar-TOM!" he shouts, as he hurls his hammer at the frost giant king.
OOC: Attacking four times at +42/+37/+32/+27 for 2d8+19 each if he hits.
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And now the story resumes...
The Tomb of Frozen Dreams
Before you stands the Tomb of Frozen Dreams, prison to arctic arcanists captured by Anlar Icefang, it is a place of power and danger in its own right. The cavern entrance is huge, the front covered with enormous icicles that dangle like the fangs of a fantastical beast. Just through the entrance you can see the glacier floor give way to a river of brilliant blue coldfire that occasionally flows upward onto the walls. Peering inside, there are also spots of colder blue fire on the ceiling that shed a pale white radiance. Rimefire. The appearance of both in one place is a testament to the power gathered here. Coldfire you have seen before, and damaged caused by it can only be healed in places of warmth. Rimefire burns like both hot and cold at the same time. Creatures of both fire and frost fear it.
Darvekis takes one look inside the entrance with his arcane sight and groans, covering his eyes. Flitter squeaks piteously inside his collar, poking out a small, fur-covered head to see what is distressing his master and promptly getting covered in snow. Sneezing comically, he ducks back in.
"Needless to say, the magical auras here are overwhelming," he says self-deprecatingly, rubbing his face briskly. Switching tactics, he splays his hands and summons his prying eyes to scout the area ahead. While the Tomb was impossible to scry from without, the less-powerful eyes seem to be less of a threat... or perhaps it was simply the wish of the Tomb to allow itself to be probed now. Both Darvekis and Delia are not quite sure; when dealing with places like this, anything is possible.
Darvekis has scouted this way before, and in a few moments, the eyes return and tell him a bit about the way ahead.
"It's a coldfire river all through a series of branching caverns. I saw at least a half-dozen turnings and at least as many small icebergs. There is no easy approach on foot; we'd have to wade through the coldfire, float, or fly."
Having encountered the coldfire before, you know it can be as deadly as lava if one were to fall into it. Your cold protection will certainly help you, but this is the magma of the north, and one can drown in it as easily as water.
The Three White Crows are making small piping sounds to each other, bobbing up and down in excitement, almost glowing a bit in the heavy snowfall. They've never seemed so much in their element before and they practically look beside themselves with pleasure.
The heavy snowfall continues to swirl around you, covering you all with a thick coating of white. The silence around you is broken only by the faint groans and cracks from the glacier below, the pipings of the Crows, and what seems to be a freezing cold sigh from the enormous cave mouth.
What do you do?
Kharkel Forgefly - "The Starhammer" - LG Male Dwarf Fighter 17 with legendary hammer Khartom
Dalia - "The Skywitch" - NG Female Trueborn Sorcerer 5/Shamen 2/Geomancer 10 (effective arcane caster level 15), with raven familiar Edgar and eagle animal companion Lady
Jyll - "The Shadow" - Female "Wood Elf" Doppleganger Rogue 17
Hisss - "The Golden Dragon" - LG Male Lizardfolk Fighter 5/Psychic Warrior 12
Verlomi - "The Dragon of Pain" - LG Female Yuan-Ti Ardent 16/Unbroken 1
Darvekis Shadowbane - "The Gate-Opener" - NG Male Teifling Wizard (bonded aspect dominion) 17, with bat familiar Flitter
The Three White Crows - Guardian demon bound to the Heart of Winter, exact type unknown.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like thoughts to be in italics, speech to have your chosen color and within quotes, and any necessary out of character comments to go at the bottom of your post. For example:
Forgefly thinks, This creature shall not live out the day.
"Khaaaaaaar-TOM!" he shouts, as he hurls his hammer at the frost giant king.
OOC: Attacking four times at +42/+37/+32/+27 for 2d8+19 each if he hits.
~~~~~~~~~~
And now the story resumes...
The Tomb of Frozen Dreams
Before you stands the Tomb of Frozen Dreams, prison to arctic arcanists captured by Anlar Icefang, it is a place of power and danger in its own right. The cavern entrance is huge, the front covered with enormous icicles that dangle like the fangs of a fantastical beast. Just through the entrance you can see the glacier floor give way to a river of brilliant blue coldfire that occasionally flows upward onto the walls. Peering inside, there are also spots of colder blue fire on the ceiling that shed a pale white radiance. Rimefire. The appearance of both in one place is a testament to the power gathered here. Coldfire you have seen before, and damaged caused by it can only be healed in places of warmth. Rimefire burns like both hot and cold at the same time. Creatures of both fire and frost fear it.
Darvekis takes one look inside the entrance with his arcane sight and groans, covering his eyes. Flitter squeaks piteously inside his collar, poking out a small, fur-covered head to see what is distressing his master and promptly getting covered in snow. Sneezing comically, he ducks back in.
"Needless to say, the magical auras here are overwhelming," he says self-deprecatingly, rubbing his face briskly. Switching tactics, he splays his hands and summons his prying eyes to scout the area ahead. While the Tomb was impossible to scry from without, the less-powerful eyes seem to be less of a threat... or perhaps it was simply the wish of the Tomb to allow itself to be probed now. Both Darvekis and Delia are not quite sure; when dealing with places like this, anything is possible.
Darvekis has scouted this way before, and in a few moments, the eyes return and tell him a bit about the way ahead.
"It's a coldfire river all through a series of branching caverns. I saw at least a half-dozen turnings and at least as many small icebergs. There is no easy approach on foot; we'd have to wade through the coldfire, float, or fly."
Having encountered the coldfire before, you know it can be as deadly as lava if one were to fall into it. Your cold protection will certainly help you, but this is the magma of the north, and one can drown in it as easily as water.
The Three White Crows are making small piping sounds to each other, bobbing up and down in excitement, almost glowing a bit in the heavy snowfall. They've never seemed so much in their element before and they practically look beside themselves with pleasure.
The heavy snowfall continues to swirl around you, covering you all with a thick coating of white. The silence around you is broken only by the faint groans and cracks from the glacier below, the pipings of the Crows, and what seems to be a freezing cold sigh from the enormous cave mouth.
What do you do?
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