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Message: <blockquote data-quote="sithramir" data-source="post: 1161319" data-attributes="member: 12183">Attilla strolled into the Golden Egg and was taken back by what he saw. In the corner sat a sun elf twirling a silver dagger between his fingers. Strapped to his back were two huge greatswords. A huge human sat at another table, his face hidden inside the folds of his hooded cloak. But neither the elf nor human interested the archon. What had his absolute attention was the man sitting on the other side of the room.    Before the angel could say something Elaith appeared from the back of the bar. “Ah Attilla. We’ve been waiting for you.” As the bartender left the room the remaining occupants moved to the table Elaith was standing at.    “I’d like to introduce Attilla an acolyte of Kord. May I present Vez, Crom, and Quinten pointing to the elf, the large and slightly smaller human.   The group discussed the mission and decided to take passage along the River Rauvin on one of the cargo ships traveling in that direction. Once they reached Sundabar they would head on foot towards the Cold Wood where the Frost Giants had taken refuge.    Attilla took a serious tone and spoke, “If we are going to be comrades for a while we will require trust. I want you to realize that I will trust you all and for you to trust me we should have no secrets between us.” With a shrug of his shoulders Attilla’s form shimmered from that of a red hair human to that of his true self, a human with glimmering golden brown hair and large wings where there appeared to have been some attempt to conceal them beneath his cloak. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind what they were seeing. It was an angel from Mount Celestia, the powerful Trumpet Archon.   Elaith grinned and raised his eye brows questioningly towards the 3 other members of the room.    With a shrug the elf removed his circlet and his skin darkened and his hair lengthened turning a sheen white color. The larger human, likewise, withdrew his hood, his form lengthening and widening until finally he stood towering at nearly eleven feet tall. A drow and a firbolg, both strangers to the city of silver, were quite a sight to behold. Still, none of those things seemed to phase the archon. The only real human left had all of his attention.   “Hello Attilla. It is good to see you again. It appears we will be comrades in arms again for a short while.”   With a grimace Attilla replied, “Hello Quinten. I’m glad the time has treated you well.”   “I take it our business is at an end now associates” Elaith interrupted. “Payment has been paid in full and my end of the bargain is complete. I’d like to reopen the Golden Egg for business for the eve so please be on your ways. It was a pleasure as always”. With a bow, he left to the room behind the bar.___________________________________________________________________   The group departed to complete their individual errands and met on the morning of the next day. Making passage on a large cargo ship was no problem. Several uneventful days alter brought them near Sundabar. Deciding the best course of action was to head off towards their destination before they arrived at the dwarven stronghold of Sundabar the mercenary group headed towards the mountains of the Cold Wood. The temperature was already reaching near zero but they all had spent some of their proceeds on magical cloaks to protect themselves for such situations.    A path through the mountains curved with a low slope slowly around the mountain. The going was slow and tedious as the slopes were icy and only about twenty feet wide at best. It began to snow early the next morning as the group trekked forward again.   Suddenly, the archon who had taken the lead as scout (since he could fly) heard howling from up the slope. “Hold. Something’s coming and fa….”   Just then a giant boulder smacked the brown bear that had Quinten had claimed as his animal companion. Oddly, it didn’t seem to notice but then the wolves were upon them. Icy cold breath and standing as tall as a horse the wolves attacked with precision; 3 from the front 2 from the side and one from the back. They must have had help because wolves weren’t known to throw boulders.    The three wolves in front breathed icy cold on Attilla. The wolf in the back jumped and attempted to trip the grizzly bear in back but two swipes of the bear’s claws had ended the rear assault. The wolves that had attacked from above the mountain charged. One dived on the drow turned sun elf and began tearing into him with it claws. The other pounced on Crom but to little effect.    Attilla summoned a magical greatsword and went to work on one of the wolves close enough to reach. The cones of cold had stiffened his muscles but he was still able to down one.    Vez used his innate drow abilities to summon faerie fire upon the wolf on top of him. At first it surprised the wolf and it began rolling around thinking to stop the illusionary fire that had surrounded it. It soon realized it wasn’t hurting but that was long enough for Vez to escape and ready his two greatswords.    Crom made short work of his wolf and went charging towards the three surrounding Attilla. A boulder flew past but he side-stepped it.   Another boulder slammed into the grizzly bear and Quinten shot some sort of energy ray towards it with a worried look on his face.   Crom and Attilla made quite the team and slew the two wolves in front with a little help from Attilla’s summoned greatsword. As Vez finished off the final wolf remaining he spotted some sort of giant up the mountain.    One final boulder toss at Crom with little success and the giant made a retreat. “A frost giant up the mountain fellas! We can’t let him escape or he will warn the Jarl we are coming” cried Vez as he leapt up the mountain slope, the ice seeming to not impede him.   Taking flight, Attilla neared the giant first while Crom had to move a bit slower over the ice even though his huge strides seemed to give him the speed advantage.   Unused to his powers here on the Faerun Attilla attempted to detect whether or not the giant emanated evil while hovering about sixty feet above him. What he sensed shocked him. It shocked him so much he lost concentration in flight and took and ugly fall descending towards the area directly next to the Frost Giant.    Vez arrived immediately slicing into the frost giant’s abdominal. The giant returned the favor with a swipe from his huge greatsword tearing into Vez’s shoulder. Seeing Crom making his way from behind Vez attempted to tumble out of the giants reach. He was successful and Crom entered the fray. Each landing powerful blows upon the other it almost looked as if two titans battled with a brilliant white background of snow.    Crom was throbbing with pain and bleeding from 2 extremely bad gashes but with a final chop was able to down the powerful giant. Quinten arrived soon after and seeing his bloodied comrades decided it best to tempt fate as he prayed to Velsharoon to stem the flow of Crom and Vez’s freely flowing wounds. The crowned laughing lich skull on his holy symbol smirked as the magic flowed and even though he knew he’d suffer later, it was done for now.   “Perhaps we should rest for now but we must not dally for the snows could get much worse and we don’t want to still be here when that happens” stated Attilla. The group agreeing, unfolded their cloaks and each softly speaking command words turned their cloaks to tents where each could rest without fear of the cold during the night. END SESSION 1</blockquote>

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