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bald_headed_yeti wrote:
"Are we expecting another attack?...Should we prepare?"
"The wolves are dead. I think that there may be a denizen of this building who is bent on our doom, though."
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SullyB74 wrote:
"The wolves are dead. I think that there may be a denizen of this building who is bent on our doom, though."
"Aye...let us be on our guard then."
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“Ok good. I’m Kèet. And wolf meat sounds delicious right now. At least this time it’ll be cooked instead of pre-chewed.
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Narrhil nods graciously as Votin takes the pick, "you sound like to have walked through another realm for many years, yet you were gone only a few days at most (Narrhil has lost track of time, while they were captured)."
He open the door a few inches to look out.
[Has the fallen ice stopped?]
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"Well met the both of you!
I am glad to back on my own world even though the situation is dire...
The spirits grant us boons at times, although we may not recognize it as such...raw or cooked.
Please refresh me on what may be of use to us where we are now."
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[OOC: Votin is still a barbarian, I don't know why he seems to talk like some sort of spiritual advisor]
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"You are still in the church Sir Votin, though we are around the back; in the graveyard!" States Narrhil. "We can get a fire going, and cook the meat but we usually cook our meat to kill any disease, but what is the kind of disease that exist in such a cold land?"
[Barbarians are closer to nature and wiser!]
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Caveman wrote:
"You are still in the church Sir Votin, though we are around the back; in the graveyard!" States Narrhil. "We can get a fire going, and cook the meat but we usually cook our meat to kill any disease, but what is the kind of disease that exist in such a cold land?"
[Barbarians are closer to nature and wiser!]
"Even as a child we were taught to cook raw meat,my grandmother, "Bless her spirit" always advised us to cook it because she said bad things in meat hibernate and the flame kills them."
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"Indeed, lets us prepare to grab the dead wolf and bring it inside," states Narrhil, "Beware any danger!"
The cryomancer readied by the door with the torch, "make ready to rush outside, and retrieve our prize!"
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Tillak Readies his pick and shield and prepares to follow Votin Gooch, and Narrhil out to retrieve the wolf meat.
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Votin too hoists the pick missing the weight and balance of the now dull axe.
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NARRHIL pulls the door open. The icefall has increased, now a deadly sheet of falling daggers!
The dark shape of carcass can just be made out across the courtyard.
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"Hold, it is even worse, by the Gods..." curses the cryomancer, "we would be killed if we go out there!"
"At least our enemies will also perish; if they walked in such a storm...!"
[Can we lasso it, I got 40 ft. of rope. How big is a fishing hook? a few inches?]
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"Is there something we can use as a cover?
A table or a fallen door perhaps?"
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Narrhil groans, "perhaps the mattress, but I not know how much it can endure?"
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Votin looks for some other form of cover to supplement the mattress...
"Whatever we use, two should go out with the rope and get close enough to tie it to a limb the other half of the party help drag the carcass in while one supports the cover...if all are in agreement or a better plan is offered."
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[Can we have a brief hp count, Narrhil is at 2, out of 4. He very apprehensive going outside with the ice storm still happening. He is considering studying his spellbook and hopefully healing.]
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"I guess none has a grapple hook?" asks Narrhil.
"Sir Votin, just a quick warning, there is zombies, half-men and a witch of some great power close by. I not sure were they are, plus there is a wolf-that-talks, who has vowed vengeance on us for killing his pack..., well, I presume it was his pack!"
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Caveman wrote:
"I guess none has a grapple hook?" asks Narrhil.
"Sir Votin, just a quick warning, there is zombies, half-men and a witch of some great power close by. I not sure were they are, plus there is a wolf-that-talks, who has vowed vengeance on us for killing his pack..., well, I presume it was his pack!"
"Aye that changes things...anything we could use as a grapple?"
Votin scrounges around for something to use as a grapple or hook.
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[@Iron Ranger Were all of our supplies lost in our transition from captives to free men? I had 50' of rope. Perhaps we could use one of Narhil's picks?]