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With Tillak's warning, Narrhil makes haste to follow the warlock as fast as he can through the snow.
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bald_headed_yeti wrote:
[ RUN - To move as swiftly as a tiger; base 50 MV when lightly
armoured or unarmoured. ]
Votin sprints like it's a half price Golden Corral buffet...
LOL!
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"Keet! You are enchanted, brother!
"But she sounds so warm and beautiful. Mostly waaaaarmmmmmmm!"
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"She?" Narrhil's mind wanders back to the vision he had while he had stood at the golden harp.
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eakratz wrote:
[Keèt is mostly being dragged by an unseen force right? At first I misread and was thinking it was a compulsion but he’s been tied up in a cave for so long he probably doesn’t know what real anyway.]
ummm, mental force. compulsion.
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bald_headed_yeti wrote:
[ RUN - To move as swiftly as a tiger; base 50 MV when lightly
armoured or unarmoured. ]
Votin sprints like it's a half price Golden Corral buffet...
Barbarians are good, but this snow is thick and it is cold. very cold...
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Narrhil and Votin aim for the bouncing torch and the three converge in the middle of the clearing, straining for breath and a glimpse of Keet.
But he's gone.
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"Can you find any tracks, Sir Votin?" asks Narrhil hastily, his mind swirling with confusion, cold and fear. He knew he had been compelled, and he had move towards something but what? He was not sure he could remember which way he had been pulled but if he could remember he would lead his comrades that direction.
He looks back at the glow of light; shaped into a dome over the ruined temple. The idea of the comfort it brought him, reminded him: at least there was a way back...
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To stalk prey, tracing physical signs and scenting as a
predator. A barbarian can track at the below suggested
probabilities:
Wilderness: A base 10-in-12 chance to find,
identify, and follow fresh tracks outdoors or in
natural caverns.
[ I assuming a d12 roll? ]
Votin studies the tracks in the snow....
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bald_headed_yeti wrote:
To stalk prey, tracing physical signs and scenting as a
predator. A barbarian can track at the below suggested
probabilities:
Wilderness: A base 10-in-12 chance to find,
identify, and follow fresh tracks outdoors or in
natural caverns.
[ I assuming a d12 roll? ]
Votin studies the tracks in the snow....
No roll necessary, everyone can see his tracks lead straight into the screaming trees!
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[ Rather go to the really quiet trees ]
"We can charge in and deal death to the witch!
What say ye?"
[ Or run back to the monastary screaming like little girls and lock ourselves in the basement? ]
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"Take the lead Sir Votin, I will prepare my magic!"
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bald_headed_yeti wrote:
[ Rather go to the really quiet trees ]
"We can charge in and deal death to the witch!
What say ye?"
[ Or run back to the monastary screaming like little girls and lock ourselves in the basement? ]
[Phuck that sh*t. I'm not letting any sorcerous b*tch get one of my friends!]
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Sounds like all charge to the trees....
The winds howl to new heights! The trees sway to near breaking.
The three at last trudge to the treeline but are stopped dead in their tracks by an unseen force at its edge!
Not a step can be taken inside, as if a solid wall existed where there is none.
Standing behind a large fir, not two or three trunks in the thick, is Keet. Just beyond 2 flames, bearers unseen.
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"Kéet," shouts Narrhil, attempting to slam his pick against the invisible wall to attract the attention of the Pict.
"Perhaps we can go around, though my fear is; it a magical dome of energy keeping us out!"
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Try as he might Votin cannot move forward through the invisible barrier....
"Brothers, let's see if we can find a way around!"
Votin moves to the side checking the invisible wall as he goes right...
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Tillak does the same as Votin.
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The pick bounces off thin air. Keet doesn't respond or seem to notice at all.
It looks as if he is hiding from the approaching flame bearers.
Assuming Tillak went opposite with the torchlight.
The invisible wall seems as endless as the trees.
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"We must try and distract those searching for our comrade, and draw their attention away from him!" He started waving his arms wildly in the flickering torchlight try to attract the flamebringers' attention.
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Narrhil tries to rest both the his palms of his hands against the invisible wall...