HYPERBOREA / The Scorched Sanctuary

**Posted by Iron Ranger** 12/22/2025 10:59 pm

[take yr time]

**Posted by bald_headed_yeti** 1/01/2026 6:00 pm

bald_headed_yeti wrote:
[ wip ]

Turok shoves the torch in the assailant's face hoping for a distraction, giving him time to
put space between the wildman and him.

[1d20+1]=11+1=12

Pointing to the wildman, Turok barks an order to the pair,

"Get behind him if you can and knock him out, I have questions."

Turok reades his club for when the man gets closer.

**Posted by Iron Ranger** 1/03/2026 5:21 pm

bald_headed_yeti wrote:
bald_headed_yeti wrote:
[ wip ]
Turok shoves the torch in the assailant's face hoping for a distraction, giving him time to
put space between the wildman and him.

[1d20+1]=11+1=12

Pointing to the wildman, Turok barks an order to the pair,

"Get behind him if you can and knock him out, I have questions."

Turok reades his club for when the man gets closer.

The strange assailant ducks away from the flame jab! Moving deeper into the dark room.
The naked and freezing mutes grunt behind Turok, fanning out along opposite walls.
The unknown man's low voice begins muttering from the shadows - a pattern of dialect unknown to Turok's ear.

**Posted by bald_headed_yeti** 1/04/2026 6:15 pm

Iron Ranger wrote:
The strange assailant ducks away from the flame jab! Moving deeper into the dark room.
The naked and freezing mutes grunt behind Turok, fanning out along opposite walls.
The unknown man's low voice begins muttering from the shadows - a pattern of dialect unknown to Turok's ear.

"Spellcaster" These words slip from Turok's mouth...

Turok rushes forth knowing that to interrupt the spellcaster's attention might ruin the spell...

He enters the cabin torch first and attempts to batter the strange man.

[1d20+1]=5+1=6

[or not...]

**Posted by bald_headed_yeti** 1/04/2026 6:15 pm

With the torch...

**Posted by Iron Ranger** 1/05/2026 11:28 pm

The man manages to twist away as Turok trips over the bodies in his lunge.
The mutes move quickly to pounce upon their cornered prey, but Ferrand is stopped dead in his tracks by th=9ptick, sticky strands of web streamed from the man's fingertips, holding him fast to the wall.

**Posted by bald_headed_yeti** 1/09/2026 9:52 pm

Turok is amazed and awed at the same time ... he has never seen that type of magic before .... but still he tries to get closer and flail at the strange man with the torch in hopes of distracting him ...

[1d20+1]=20+1=21

**Posted by bald_headed_yeti** 1/09/2026 9:52 pm

[ that'll never happen again ]

**Posted by Iron Ranger** Yesterday 8:32 am

Turok's torch corners the man against the far wall. His old withered skin crackles and sizzles as the flame eats at the flesh. His unused voice croaks a curdled agonized scream. "Stop!"

**Posted by bald_headed_yeti** Yesterday 10:00 pm

"Only if you stop using magic against us ... Are you ready to parley?"

Turok lifts his hand to stay the mutes ... at least the one that's still mobile.

**Posted by Iron Ranger** Today 2:34 pm

The old man grabs at his burned face and flings open a door that was hidden in the darkness behind him. Flees out into the snow.

Ferrand groans in his web.
Akeley falls to the floor with uncontrollable shivering.