The snow piles thick in sheets in these forgotten woods. But through it Narrhil saw firelight. 
Closer now, the outline of a burnt out Church - and a fire can be glimpsed within the broken front doors.

Narrhil Morrtos hissed between his teeth, the cold vapours rose as if like a dragon's breath, but the man, who looked like he was in his mid-twenties knew that he was no dragon.

“Ashen Worm, hear by prayers, bless me and keep me safe!” He whispers to the cold night.

The man is donned in thick winter clothing, designed white robes trimmed with white or silver fur, on his head was a fur cap (Kozaki style) made from a silver fox. The robes were also trimmed in threaded knotwork of pale blue and silver colours.

His long black hair hung out across his shoulders from under the robes' wide hood, which was pulled up over his head and cap, and a long, thick pointed black beard hung down to his mid-stomach. His eyes were blue, and he stood just under six feet, and he was of lean build. On is back was a sturdy backpack full of his worldly possessions.

He was a novice seer of the cold north, some called him a cryomancer, he had wanders the cold lands for over a year now, set loose to discover the mysteries of these places by his Master, Keeper of Ice, Ruler of the Freezing Lands and Seer of the Frozen Wastes. His master had no name, and he had not asked, he was the righteous and most honourable 'Seer of the Frozen Wastes,' to him, and he had known no more.

He had encountered many dangers, but he had fled, or found a good place to sniper any threat to death or force them to flee but a pack of starving wolves and found his scent and had forced him further north, hunting him for the last two days and they were now very close. He could find no safe cliff to hide on or tree worthy to climb and if he had done so, he would have frozen to death sitting on a branch waiting for the wolves to flee. His magic was weak, though he had one special item that he had recently looted from a frozen corpse, but how many charges did the wand have.

But now this fire hearkened hope, if he could barricade himself inside the building and seek an alliance with those who dwell there, he could perhaps find safety.

He paused only briefly, he carried two picks, one in each of his fur covered gloved hands. They were secured to his wrists by thick leather straps and he pulled himself along, hooking tree branches or trunks to propel him on fast, but not faster than those damn swift wolves.

He moved cautiously towards the ruined church...

[OOC: Just wanted to say hello to folks and thanks to Iron Ranger for maintaining this PbP through hail and storm. I got a feeling of "I am home!" This ruined church was quite an adventure 5 years ago, and now the adventure is back here once more. Strange events! ]

May the Ashen Worm guide your hands...

Caveman wrote:

Narrhil  moved cautiously towards the ruined church...

The wind howls but Narrhil now hears the unmistakable roar of wolf and whelp of man from beyond the broken doors of his last chance refuge atop its piercing whine!  How possible those wolves have skirted and await him?

Last edited by Iron Ranger (7/10/2023 7:56 am)

[1d6]=6
Votin stands side by side with Tillak, he tries to make sure the wolves don't get to Malak as he seems to be lost in another place and time.

Votin swings at the closest wolf...

[1d20+2]=13+2=15

[1d8+2]=4+2=6
 

Narrhil feared the pack of wolves that are following him but did some pass him by in the night to flank. He needed the help of those inside, if they would give it but the Ashen Worm giveth and the Ashen Worm taketh away. Which would it be this time he did not know. 

He hastily moves to the wide open double doors of the ruined church pulling forth the This sapphire-tipped wand. 

[OOC: What can he see, Narrhil will move till he can see directly into the church along the centre aisle , between the benches. If he can get to within 30 feet, not trying to hit fellow human, hoping wolves have their back to him and he can just hit them and not their foes.

I got 9d4+9, plus in £E rules in hands of cryomancer (me) I can re-roll and 1s?] 

Initiative: Nialldubh rolls d6 = 4. 

Nialldubh rolls 9d4+9 = 4 +2 +2 +2 +4 +4 +1 +3 +2 + 9 = 33.  Re-roll 1 if wanted?
 Nialldubh rolls d6 = 6. Total therefore 38.

Last edited by Caveman (7/10/2023 12:50 pm)

bald_headed_yeti wrote:

[1d6]=6
Votin stands side by side with Tillak, he tries to make sure the wolves don't get to Malak as he seems to be lost in another place and time.

Votin swings at the closest wolf...

[1d20+2]=13+2=15

[1d8+2]=4+2=6
 

Votin is facing the wolf he threw off him last round (away from the open doors at front of room - Votin faces the raised dais. He is back to back with Tillak (who is facing the door and the wolf he knocked down with his shield last round.)
Votin can see that Malak is indeed missing from where he was by the fire before.)

Votin's battle axe connects with the wolf's neck -cleaving it off in one swing. Detritus sprays in a huge arc from the corpse coating the warrior in the warm sticky blood.

[Votin +35XP]

Iron Ranger wrote:

I prefer to roll real dice, but of course use whatever you like!

Ah, np, still, you know what I doing!
 

2d10 = 11.

Last edited by Caveman (7/10/2023 1:53 pm)