Corse nods as she leaves, "Thank you, Eve. We'll be by in the morning." She turns to the child. "Sleep well. Perhaps I'll ride with you tomorrow."
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Corse grunts her agreement. "I'll catch up with you in a bit." She says farewell, and positions herself in the shadows on a doorstoop a few buildings down.Russet shivers as we walk out into the biting air of the street. He turns to Corse and Logrim, stamping his feet as he walks to keep them warm.
Scamming a sick kid with phoney medicine! Merchants make me sick..... Who's round is it anyway?
To Logrim:Corse grunts her agreement. "I'll catch up with you in a bit." She says farewell, and positions herself in the shadows on a doorstoop a few buildings down.
Aric is curious about what Corse is planning and says “Hey Corse, can I stay with you? I’m a good spotter and can hide really well”Corse grunts her agreement. "I'll catch up with you in a bit." She says farewell, and positions herself in the shadows on a doorstoop a few buildings down.
GM POST @happylace @Necropolitan
House of the Triad (occupied by Cult of Auril)
The temple with its heatless torches, whispers of mist from the dry ice, and the ice sculpture-in-progress make a suitable witness to Zeth's testimony. Jelenneth's demeanor shifts to regard him with what almost seems like deference. There aren't many who can meet the cold steel gaze of one of Auril's fanatics and not flinch. "You have seen winter's fury, stranger. It was a test of Auril, there can be no doubt. You survived what weaker souls could not."![]()
Upon hearing your description of Sephek Kaltro, Jelenneth has a flicker of recognition, but pauses with her head slightly cocked as if remembering something. "I don't know the name. He is not a follower of Auril that I recognize. However..." she gestures towards the double doors you entered through, "Three days ago, I recall seeing a man with sailor's clothes and forearm markings standing outside the temple. I remember his eyes the most. Stark crystal blue, like gazing at an iceberg on the deep ocean, only for it to gaze back. I swore I felt the goddess' hand upon him, but when I sought the man out, he was gone." Even the fact that the man she saw had his arms exposed in this weather is notable.
Almost excited to meet another who has survived a purported "test" of the Frostmaiden, Jelenneth controls her voice so as not to sound too passionate. "And you, stranger? Could your own brush with death bring you closer to where you're meant to be? To finding a new faith in the Frostmaiden's arms?"
The Northlook
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GM: Mak ended up losing 32 sp (hoard of 50 to start, at 18 to end). And Jack somehow ended up with a hoard of 50 sp at the end, so no losses for him save for the bracelet. Each of you can roll a DC 10 Insight check (no negative consequences) to learn something about one of the other players or the company of mercenaries in general – e.g. Thidrik's flaw/ideal/bond, their overall morale, even one of Jack's traits, etc. If you roll, let me know what you want to learn.
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Alma's attention catches on something the woman says. Her eyes flit to Zeth, trying to deduce if he heard it too. But he seems stunned by the offer and unsure what to say. Usually she would avoid interrupting. It's considered rude, after all. But she can't let this chance slip away. And they can't be out here forever.
''Three days ago,'' Alma interjects. ''You said that you saw him outside the temple three days ago. Was this Auril's temple yet, at that time? What state did he seem to be in? Did you witness him speaking with anyone?'' She tilts her head curiously, taking a step forward to push herself to the forefront of the conversation. ''You said his arms were bare.... that's strange. I've only seen people completely bundled up since I came here.''
GM POST @happylace @Necropolitan
House of the Triad (occupied by Cult of Auril)
Turning so she can watch the work of the disciples, Jelenneth folds her hands in front of her, glancing sidelong at Zeth as she weighs Alma Ostergaard's question. "Yes," she says after a moment. "It was soon after we corrected the mistake of this building being consecrated in the Triad's name. I only caught a glimpse of him... Hale, driven, wild perhaps," she folds her arms, rubbing her thumb over her lower lip in thought. "Is it odd?" Though Jelenneth herself is hardly wearing furs and wools, the lilt in her voice suggests she's playing with you with her rhetoric question.![]()
"The goddess speaks to each of us in a different way," replies the priestess to Zeth's question. "In old times, there were six tests. Survival in the cold was the first... extinguishing an eternal fire, retrieving the winter wolf's fur..." The way her eyes flash watching the ice being sculpted it is easy to see she is convinced repurposing this temple is the Frostmaiden's calling for herself. "Looks for her signs, stranger. Look for them on the blizzard's breath and in the mountain's moan. When you are ready, return here to me."
GM POST @happylace @Necropolitan
House of the Triad (occupied by Cult of Auril)
Turning so she can watch the work of the disciples, Jelenneth folds her hands in front of her, glancing sidelong at Zeth as she weighs Alma Ostergaard's question. "Yes," she says after a moment. "It was soon after we corrected the mistake of this building being consecrated in the Triad's name. I only caught a glimpse of him... Hale, driven, wild perhaps," she folds her arms, rubbing her thumb over her lower lip in thought. "Is it odd?" Though Jelenneth herself is hardly wearing furs and wools, the lilt in her voice suggests she's playing with you with her rhetoric question.![]()
"The goddess speaks to each of us in a different way," replies the priestess to Zeth's question. "In old times, there were six tests. Survival in the cold was the first... extinguishing an eternal fire, retrieving the winter wolf's fur..." The way her eyes flash watching the ice being sculpted it is easy to see she is convinced repurposing this temple is the Frostmaiden's calling for herself. "Look for her signs, stranger. Look for them on the blizzard's breath and in the mountain's moan. When you are ready, return here to me."
To Logrim:
She needs to work on her excuses to get out of paying for a round! We'll have to hurry - its the Frostmaiden's hour. Mine's an ale, or a Fire Brandy if they got it. I'll get you a stool and you can tell me more about your beautiful construction. Ludo isn't it?
Logrim rushes to keep up with the others longer legs. He smiles when Russet ask him to join him for a drink.
"I'd like that mister Russet. No Fire Brandy for me but an ale would be nice." At the mention of talking about Ludo the gnomes expression shifts between pride and worry. "Yes I named him Ludo, I built him. I can tell you about it over that drink if you like."
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OOC I would have put money on that fish singing!
HAHA! Very funny! You know what, we harengon have a saying about this. It goes something like this... ahem... To get bitten on the ear by a fish is unlucky. To get bitten on the ear by a fish clearly labelled "ol' bitey" is your own bloody fault"
Do you know the name of this wizard? I should love to thank him personally for such a lesson!