Cad Goleór Game Logs

[Ghostman]

Tuesday should work for me.

[Nomadic]

Robhartach has a mind to find this Old Sorin and remove the sword that is causing him so much pain (basically a continuation of what he was blabbering about last week).

[Seraph]

Well, I don't think I will be able to play this Friday, so we should probably just wait until Monday for our regular session.  Is that okay with everyone?

[Steerpike]

Fine by me.

Wyrgan will probably agree with Rob, if only to try and get closer to Nennius.

[Seraph]

[ooc]Just realized I had never put this up.  Oops.  

In other news, game tomorrow, regular time.[/ooc]
[ic=Session 6: Cailleach]
You look down into the well where Rob sits soaking.  The dimness of the light down there prevents you seeing much, but you notice wisps of steam rising from the well.  Wyrgan squints, intrigued, but distracted: he is impatient to hear of his sire.  Kegain peers over the lip of the well, straining to see into the depths.

Robhartach feels the water seep into his skin.  It seems to boil around you, yet you are not burned.  Instead your muscles relax, flex, and stretch.  Your cuts close and the blood washes away.  The steam rising from the water enters your nostrils, and seems to swirls about your head, as if clearing out the passageways.

[ooc] [11:25] <Wyrgan> ooc: faerie bacta fluid!
[11:26] <Robhartach> ooc: haha[/ooc]

Robhartach: Oo, feels good

Rob suddenly feels for a moment, totally conscious of the systems of his body.  He feels the blood coursing through his veins and the contractions of his muscles, sensing the way they interact with his skeleton, ligaments, and tendons.  Then in a moment, his awareness is just as it always was.  Robhartach lets out a yawn then suddenly snaps his head up and shakes off the sleepiness with the arrival of the weird sensation.  He shudders a little bit.

Robhartach: Um, can I come up now?

Cailleach does not speak; she just turns the wheel, and the chain winds around, pulling the basin back up and out of the well.  Rob's body emerges from the well, and the droplets of water seem to slide off his skin.

Kegain: Do you feel better? You look better!
Robhartach: I feel great.  That was really weird.

The basin comes to a halt at the top of the well

Laidir: How was the water? Cold?

Wyrgan is impressed, though unsurprised.

Robhartach: It was... erm (tries to describe the feeling of being aware of your entire body but settles instead on something simple) ...different.  Hard to explain
Kegain: Hummm.
Cailleach: Those are powerful waters.  You should be tip top now
Robhartach: Thank you

Wyrgan idly inspects his fingernails.

Robhartach: Where are we?
Cailleach: This is my home.  It is called Dun Geivreadh, the Fortress of Winter
Robhartach: Oh, looks nice

[ooc] [11:33] <Wyrgan> !roll 1d20+8
[11:33] <isobot> 22
[11:33] <Wyrgan> (knowledge (planes)) roll to see if I know anything about it
[11:35] <Seraphine_Harmonium> ooc: You recall only that it has ties to both Cailleach and a summer spirit called Brigantia
[11:36] <Wyrgan> ooc: interesting, I'm betting Cailleach morphs into her or something
[11:36] <Wyrgan> ooc: but who knows[/ooc]

Cailleach: It is always winter here . . . these days . . . Ever since . . . (She turns half away from you, and you see her youthful side)
Kegain: Since what?
Robhartach: (In time with Kegain) Since what?

Her eye has a faraway look, wistful, distracted, and sad

Cailleach:  What?  Oh, nothing.  It doesn't matter.  (Beat) Come, I have food and drink prepared

The woman turns and walks down a corridor, motioning for you to follow her.  Wyrgan follows Cailleach.  Kegain turns and fixes Rob with a strange look

Robhartach: What?

Kegain shakes his head and trails after Wyrgan.  Robhartach shrugs and gets up to follow after them.

Laidir: We're not supposed to eat or drink whilst in this world
Robhartach: (Calling back to Laidir) Well we should at least try and be polite.  At least that's what my master always tells me... usually right after a good beating

The woman stops

Cailleach: Oh, yes.  Travellers from Abred.  I nearly forgot.
Laidir: I guess we can sit by her table, at least

[ooc] [11:40] <Wyrgan> !roll 1d20+8
[11:40] <isobot> 13
[11:40] <Seraphine_Harmonium>
[11:40] <Wyrgan> ooc: a second knowledge roll - as half-unseelie, will anything different happen to me if I eat faerie food??
[11:41] <Seraphine_Harmonium> ooc:  You don't know if anything different would happen to you or not[/ooc]

Cailleach:  It is true that eating faerie food would be unwise for you

Robhartach looks about with a renewed sense of curiosity as they walk

Cailleach: But I should be able to whip something up that would be safe for you to eat.  You must be hungry

Kegain puts his hands to his stomach and nods.  Laidir looks around nervously.  The lady continues down the hall, and into a room with a circular table, set before a roaring fire.  a cauldron on a spit rests just above the flames

[ooc] [11:44] <Robhartach> !roll 1d20+2
[11:44] <isobot> 9
[11:45] <Robhartach> ooc: sense motive on her claim that she can make food safe for us
[11:45] <Seraphine_Harmonium> ooc: You don't get any indication that she is lying to you[/ooc]

Laidir: (whispering to the others) Do you think we should trust her?
Wyrgan: (whispering) If she wished us ill, I would imagine she would not have healed Rob.
 
[ooc] [11:46] <Robhartach> ooc: unless she's like the witch from hansel and gretel and wanted rob nice and healthy for a plump and fat meal :P[/ooc]

Cailleach:  (Turning her eye to Laidir) You are training to be a bard, are you not?

Laidir stops on his track before her gaze

Laidir: Yes ma'm
Cailleach:  Good.  Give us a tune, will you?

[ooc] [11:48] <Wyrgan> ooc: dance monkey! [/ooc]

Laidir clears his throat as Cailleach moves to a small wooden door, opens it, and steps inside.  You hear rustling sounds from inside.  Kegain takes a seat at the table and rests his head in his arms.  Laidir begins plucking his dulcimer, performing an old folk song about a homesick traveler cursed to never be able to find his way home.

Kegain: Hungry...

Wyrgan takes a seat beside Kegain.  Cailleach soon begins humming along softly, from the next room.  Robhartach seems a bit more energetic and taps both hands on the table in time to the music as he waits.  The song starts out melancholy, but suddenly turns cheerful when the traveller's story progresses and the curse is lifted.  

[ooc] [11:52] <Robhartach> !roll 1d20
[11:52] <isobot> 19[/ooc]

Robhartach softly whistles, actually managing a decent tune to accompany the dulcimer.  Cailleach too, begins to sing, and her voice rings clear like the tinkling of a bell stretched out over several measures.  Laidir departs from the traditional tune when the song is nearing its end, making an attempt on an improvised finishing.  Wyrgan broods, lost in his thoughts.

[ooc] [11:55] <Wyrgan> ooc: reminds me of the scenes in the old forest with bombadil
[11:55] <Laidir> Perform (String Instruments) check:
[11:55] <Laidir> !roll 1d20+6
[11:55] <isobot> 20
[11:57] <Seraphine_Harmonium> ooc: It goes over rather well. [/ooc]

Finally Cailleach emerges, bearing a wooden tray laden with apples, bread and cabbages, laughing merrily.  Laidir puts away his dulcimer and sits by the table, rather happy of his own performance.  Wyrgan eyes the food a touch uneasily.  The contents of this tray look nothing like the fruits you took from the fomorians.  Rather, they look quite ordinary.  Wyrgan takes one of the pieces of fruit and bites into it.  Robhartach, being Robhartach, takes one off the tray and takes a bite

Wyrgan: (swallows) Thank you, milady Cailleach!

Kegain raises his head and inhales the scent of the bread, perking up instantly

Kegain: Thanks!

Laidir watches Rob and Wyrgan curiously, and then grabs food with both hands.  The food is delicious, and highly pleasing to empty stomachs.  Kegain seizes a loaf and tears into it.  Robhartach, remembering his manners, looks at Cailleach.

Robhartach: Thank you this is really wonderful

Cailleach giggles at the display.  Wyrgan surreptitiously feeds his centipede familiar some cabbage leaf.  Robhartach eats as if he hasn't eaten in a hundred years.  Laidir gets a taste of each and every type of foodstuffs available, though he does not eat in excess.

Cailleach:  Now tell, me, how is it you come to Annwn, travelers from Abred?

Robhartach tells her about them being sent to fetch the fish and how they wound up going through the doorway.

Wyrgan: We seek a salmon for our druid's ritual.  Though, if truth be told, I think my companions would settle for a way back to Abred.

[ooc] [12:04] <Wyrgan> ooc: thought that might happen[/ooc]

Laidir: It was half by accident that we ended up passing into Annwn, to be honest, for the gateway would only permit our entrance, and not our exit.
Cailleach:  There are no accidents.  You were meant to be here.  You have some purpose here before you leave.
Kegain: Right! To find a fish!
Cailleach: (Pause) . . . Perhaps.

Robhartach curses the blasted fish under his breath.

Cailleach: But the Salmon of Knowledge is no mere fish.
Laidir: Do you mean that it could be something else?
Cailleach: I have known many druids in my time, and their commands are never as simple as they seem.
Wyrgan: What can you tell us of the Salmon?
Cailleach:  The Salmon of Knowledge is a tricky spirit.  He has been killed and eaten more than once, but always returns.  He swims the wide sea, and the narrow channels, and goes between the worlds.  Those who taste of his flesh gain knowledge of many things
Kegain: Why doesn't he stay dead?
Cailleach:  It is the nature of spirits to leave and return.  Very few things are truly gone forever.
Kegain: Hum.

Robhartach continues eating

Robhartach: I hope we're not gone forever.  I'd rather like to go home
Laidir: If only we'd known that when we first caught him! His pleas to be spared would not have meant much then!
Cailleach: (laughs) Ah yes, a classic trick of his.  I am rather surprised he did not offer you a wish!
Wyrgan: Do you know where we could find the Salmon?
Cailleach:  He takes many routes, but I wonder . . .

Her eye seems to gain that faraway look again.  She seems preoccupied by the thought of something past

[ooc] [12:19] <Seraphine_Harmonium> ooc:  If you like, you can try making a perception check
[12:19] <Robhartach> !roll 1d20+3
[12:19] <isobot> 10
[12:20] <Laidir> !roll 1d20-0
[12:20] <isobot> 20
[12:20] <Wyrgan> !roll 1d20+3
[12:20] <isobot> 14[/ooc]

Laidir notices something: Even though that side of her face is turned away from the fire, he can see the image of a flame flickering in her eye.  Laidir is somewhat startled by this light of flame in her eye, though he isn't sure what to think of it.

Cailleach:  (At length) He often consorts with the Sidhe of both courts.  It is possible he may be found near one of the Spiral castles.  Three great castles lie in the land of Annwn, marking the farthest reaches of the land.  Their great towers spiral into the heavens, linking this world with the realms of mortals and gods.  

Wyrgan feels himself break out into gooseflesh. Perhaps this journey will take longer than they'd anticipated.

Kegain: But how would we get there? We don't even know where we are...
Cailleach:  The path will take you where you need to go.  Just stick to the path and you will find your way
Wyrgan: Convenient.  Which castle is nearest?
Cailleach:  If the Realm of Annwn were a Triangle, you would be mid-way between its bottom points.  Caer Sidi is the furthest, but you could seek out both revelrous Caer Fedwyd, or the dismal fortress of Nennius

As she says the last word, she shoots Wyrgan a significant look.  Wyrgan meets her gaze.

Laidir: I'd rather not go near the last one mentioned
Kegain: But if that's where the fish is, we have to!
Laidir: No.  We don't know for sure that we would
Wyrgan: I will accompany you, Kegain, even if the others will not.
Kegain: Well... we need the fish, right? I guess we just have to check every castle until we find it!
Robhartach: Why can't we just follow the path?  (swallows)

The lady gets her faraway look again, and the next words just seem to spill out

Cailleach:  Oh, Whittlegren, you had such promise!
Kegain: Whittlegren?
Cailleach: (After a moment) King Whittlegren of the Seelie Sidhe.  His rule should have been the greatest ever known.  But he defered his power and authority to those who did not deserve it.
Kegain: A King wouldn't just abandon his people!  (Kegain shakes his head) There must have been a reason.
Cailleach:  You mistake me.
Kegain: Oh?
Cailleach:  Have you heard the story of Old Sorin?

[ooc] [12:45] <Kegain> ooc: would that be likely?
[12:46] <Wyrgan> ooc: we heard it in a song
[12:46] <Wyrgan> ooc: as we left the village
[12:46] <Seraphine_Harmonium> ooc: You heard the beginning of it in a song[/ooc]

Wyrgan: Yes.  Some of it, anyway.
Cailleach:  Dear Laidir, would you do the honors?  Sing us the Song of Sorin.
Laidir: I will do my best

Laidir takes again his dulcimer, plucking it focusedly.  Robhartach sits quietly listening to the whole thing a bit lost.

Laidir: "Listen, my child, and heed this advice:
If you meet with Old Sorin, you needn't think twice.
Just bid him good morrow and turn right around,
For if you should cross him you'll never be found. . . "

[ooc] [12:53] <Seraphine_Harmonium> ooc:  Do you want to play it that you know the story, or that all you know is the bit you heard?
[12:54] <Laidir> ooc: probably only the beginning
[12:54] <Seraphine_Harmonium> ooc: ok[/ooc]

Laidir's song trails off.

Cailleach:  Oh, come now, you've barely touched on it.
Laidir: That is because I have not all the words
Cailleach:  Oh very well, I will tell the story
'A hulk of a monster was Sean Sorinee;
His mouth full of fangs was a terror to see.
He'd chew you right up just as quick as can be
And then spit you back out o'er the lip of the sea.

None who confront him are evermore free
From the grasp of the monster's fell, cruel tyranny.
The bravest that faced him did fall hon'rably'"
The lesser have died while away they did flee.

Wise old King Whittlegren gave a decree:
Condemn the old giant and plotted did he
To ring him a ring to cage Old Sorinee,
So they rode out next morrow all armed for sortie.

King Whittlegren's champion was called Whisperknee,
Who did hail from the halls of the white old Birch Tree.
He was brave and was clever as fitted a sidhe,
And he thumped on his shield and called 'Sean Sorinee!'

'O villain, O Monster, I face you!' He cried.
And his courage was bolstered by those at his side.
The Giant roared loud and the men he espied
And his visage was more than the men could abide.

The bout with his foe was a matter of pride.
'I'll beat you and cross you' once more he did chide.
Old Sorin reared up his frothy-mouthed hide
And in battle the enemies most fiercely vied.

Whisperknee's shield with Sor's Club did collide,
And on Old Sorin's back did Whisperknee ride.
With his sword in Sor's mouth the monster he tried,
And in old Sorin's mouth brave Whisperknee died.

But Whisperknee's blade left its mark on the beast
And Old Sorin will never forget the deceased.
The blade that did sting him still rests in his pate,
And irked him and pained him each time that he ate.

Still it torments him each day and each night.
It stings him and bleeds him with each hungry bite
While his bellowing pains fill the fair folk with fright,
And he always is seeking an end to his plight.'

The young-old woman concludes her tale, and looks at the boys.  Robhartach claps.  Wyrgan rolls his eyes at Rob but claps nonetheless.  Kegain rests his head on his own left shoulder

Kegain: But what happened to the King?
Robhartach: Seems like someone should put the old beast out of his misery, not right to make a creature suffer.  Even a monster.  
Laidir: I shall have to learn this song, and learn it well. I thank you for gracing our ears with it
Robhartach: Or at least remove the sword
Cailleach:  That is the trouble, on both counts.  The Sword was never truly Whisperknee's.  A sword is a symbol of power and authority.  When I gave that sword to Whittlegren, it was a symbol of his Sovereignty, but he placed it in the hands of Whisperknee, choosing to let his champion face the monster instead.  The Sword was not his to command, and now it is lost in the mouth of Old Sorin, and Whittlegren is but a feeble king
Robhartach: And what about you?  You said that it was always winter here now.  Is that related?
Kegain: Oh, well.. if Whisperknee couldn't beat Old Sorin, I guess he'll never get that sword back. Whittlegren won't, I mean.

Robhartach looks at Kegain

Cailleach: He did not give up his throne, but he gave up his rights to that throne.  Now the land of Annwn rejects him.  The land rebels, and winter comes when it should be midsummer
Robhartach: Pff! I bet I could get it back.

Wyrgan shoots Rob a disdainful glance.

Wyrgan: Really, Robhartach.
Laidir: You should be careful how you brag whilst in here, Rob.  Someone might call you on those words.
Robhartach: How do you all expect to get anything done if you let fear get in the way of things?
Wyrgan: This coming from the fellow who nearly got killed a few hours ago by a comparatively small fomorian...
Robhartach: Pff! I just got roughed up a bit.  I'm fine!
Laidir: Oh, now it's "roughed up", is it?
Robhartach: Well I'm fine now aren't I?  I don't look dead to me.
Laidir: You were pretty close to dead right after the battle far as I recall
Robhartach: (waves Laidir off) besides master says a little blood loss and scarring is good, builds character.
Wyrgan: If it weren't for my talents grave-worms would be feasting on your entrails by now.
Laidir: Well, if you feel like taking on monsters, go right ahead. But do the rest of us a favour and go at it alone.
Cailleach:  I am not my sister, and could not advise you to seek out Old Sorin.  However, if the sword could be retrieved . . .
Wyrgan: ...if the sword could be retrieved?
Cailleach:  If the sword were retrieved I could put an end to the unseasonable winter.  I could bestow the sword on one who would understand what it means to carry it
Robhartach: You're all a bunch a scared whelps
Wyrgan: Getting the sword and killing Old Sorin are two different things.

[ooc] [13:17] <Wyrgan> ooc: sword is in his mouth, right?
[13:18] <Seraphine> ooc: yes [/ooc]

Robhartach: Death don't scare me.  Besides I don't even think we'd have to kill him.  I bet he'd be happy to be rid of the sword if only someone was brave enough to remove it for him.  Ain't right to leave a beast suffering like that.
Wyrgan: Agreed, Rob.  One might prop his mouth open while he slumbered and wrench the blade free.  Frankly I'd imagine he'd be gladly rid of it.

Wyrgan is slightly surprised to be agreeing with Rob...

Laidir: Glad he might be, but wish you eat you all the same.
Robhartach: I'd like to see him try.  Where is this Old Sorin anyhow?
Kegain: (Shakes his head) I don't think going anywhere near a giant is a very good idea.
Robhartach: I think it'd be hard to avoid that considering you're pretty giant yourself.  You're always near a giant
Wyrgan: Where is Sorin anyway?
Cailleach:  Near to the dismal fortress, Old Sorin stretches his arm out to the sea

Kegain frowns down at Rob

Robhartach: Don't be so sour
Laidir: I can hardly believe it myself, but Kegain here is looking smarter than the two of you put together
Wyrgan: You have to admit, Laidir, it would make a good song - bold young heroes from Abred setting things in Annwn aright, stealing the magical sword from the giant's slavering maw...

Wyrgan wants to delay returning to Abred as long as possible - and he wants to get to Nennius.

Robhartach: That's the spirit Wyrgan!
Laidir: Aye, a fine tale and a great song. Nothing I'd risk approaching Old Sorin for.
Robhartach: Besides, she said that we're here for a reason.  Maybe this is our reason.  Maybe we're supposed to set things right.  Maybe that's the only way to get home.
Laidir: Maybe. Or maybe it's something entirely different.
Wyrgan: Well, Laidir, you can watch while we do all the heroics, and sing about it later.

Wyrgan is now embracing Rob's thoroughly insane plan.

Kegain: Ma would be cross if she heard I was even thinking about fighting a giant..

[ooc] [13:26] <Robhartach> ooc: I love how wyrgan is being an underhanded bastard using rob's own love of honor to get what he wants
[13:26] <Robhartach> ooc: very sociopathic :) [/ooc]

Laidir: Oh, I won't be watching. But if you do go there and return bearing the sword, I'll sing of your valour.
Robhartach: (To Kegain) Well your ma isn't here
Wyrgan: I think it's a bit late to be worrying about making your mother cross, Kegain.
Cailleach:  Do you truly intend to seek out Old Sorin?
Kegain: (shakes his head) I'm too tired to think about giants and swords'¦ I need to sleep.
Laidir: Not me. But it seems these two have been overcome by madness.
Robhartach: T'aint madness, just a stout heart.  Perhaps, though, we'll sleep on it.
Laidir: With any luck, sleep will cure your head which the bath in the well obviously didn't.
Wyrgan: Sleep might be wise.  Thank you again for the meal
Cailleach:  I insist on it.  The rules of hospitality must be obeyed.

[ooc] [13:34] <Wyrgan> ooc: might be a good place to stop???
[13:34] <Seraphine> ooc: Yeah, just wrapping up
[13:34] <Wyrgan> ooc: for sure
[13:34] <Wyrgan> ooc: interesting developments!!
[13:34] <Robhartach> I honestly laughed at wyrgan manipulating robhartach like that
[13:35] <Wyrgan> ooc: :) [/ooc]

Cailleach:  Come, I will lead you to your beds.  You will sleep well tonight, I assure you.

Kegain follows her sleepily.  Robhartach follows after her.  Wyrgan follows, though once the others are asleep he will creep from his bed, to have further words with Cailleach if he can.  Robhartach creeps from his bed afterwards but finds a quiet place to practice his club and shield stances; Rob is still feeling energetic from the renewing water of the well.

[ooc] [13:37] <Seraphine> ooc: SP, would you send me the logs again?  Forgot to keep track.
[13:37] <Wyrgan> sure thing!
[13:37] <Seraphine> ooc: thanks
[13:38] <Seraphine> yay exposition! [/ooc]
[/ic]

[Seraph]

[ic=Session 7: Dun Geivreadh]
The castle is dark with the night. Only a few torches throw their cast of light over the stones.  Wyrgan creeps through the passages quietly, in search of the strange creature who has taken them in. The passageways seem each to lead to a tower at the corner of the castle, each with a large room in the ground floor.  From your room, the passageways lead to the east tower or the south tower first.  You hear a soft song echoing through the chambers and the halls.  It appears she is awake, but you cannot discern her location.  Wyrgan begins at the ground floor of the nearest tower.
[ooc][spoiler]11:04 amWyrgan: !roll 1d20+3
11:04 amisobot: 5
11:04 amWyrgan: ooc: perception to locate it... probably no luck
11:04 amSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: nope
11:04 amWyrgan: ooc: the echong that is[/spoiler]
[/ooc]
Wyrgan moves towards the east tower.  You begin to feel a draft of cold air as you approach.  Wyrgan presses onwards, shivering slightly in the cool night air. The tower itself has a large opening in the stone work, acting as a window. Moonlight shines on the stones of the empty room.  What appears to be a whirligig rests on the sill, spinning in the wind. Wyrgan looks out over Annwn.  Out the great arched window, you can see the vast plains of the Otherworld. Snow covers the land as far as the forests, but you can see storm clouds hovering over the landscape in the distance.

[ooc][spoiler]11:08 amWyrgan: ooc: do I still hear the singing, as loudly as before?[/spoiler] [/ooc]

The song seems somewhat softer now, but its notes seem to ring like crystal.  Wyrgan examines the whirligig before passing to another level of the tower, still seeking Cailleach.  The whirligig appears to be of a design, where four arms overlap each other in a kind of squared-spiral, with four arms reaching out on the edges of the square.  It appears to be made of corn husks, that have been interwoven
[ooc][spoiler]11:12 amWyrgan: ooc: cool, and strange... not going to risk stealing it though[/spoiler]
[/ooc]
Wyrgan blows on the whirligig and moves on.  Up the stones of the staircase, you begin to hear a tinkling noise, and find a set of silver chimes blowing in the wind through another arched window.  The air seems somewhat colder out here. It is uncomfortable, and you feel the need to clutch at your sides, your teeth chattering.  Wyrgan examines the chimes.  The chimes seem to be made of silver. The main bell is a ewe, and the tinkling chimes are the babes reaching up to their mother for milk

Wyrgan: (mutters to himself) Miladay Cailleach, where are you?

Wyrgan hurries to another level, trying to get out of the cold.

[ooc][spoiler]11:18 amSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: up or down?
11:18 amWyrgan: up I suppose
11:18 amWyrgan: ooc: probably won't do anything for the cold.[/spoiler][/ooc]

You emerge atop the tower, standing among its crenelation.  You can see far from up here, but it is even colder up here. The wind seems to swirl about you.  Wyrgan looks for a light in any of the other towers - or any other sign of where Cailleach might be.  Overlooking the castle, you see that its configuration reminds you of the whirligig.  You can see nothing but stones in the north. A small window in the west tower shows you a glint of something you can't make out from here. The south tower glows with the light of fire.  Wyrgan heads for the south tower and the firelight.  As you descend from the East Tower, you feel the cold leaving you.  Wyrgan rubs his limbs.  As you reach the ground level and head towards the south tower, you feel the warmth increasing with each step.  The music you heard from before seems to grow louder as you approach.  The voice begins to trail off, but you can make out the sound of a harp.

[ooc][spoiler]11:25 amWyrgan: ooc: perhaps a good sign... [/spoiler][/ooc]

You think you can hear the sounds of voices speaking in whispers as you approach, but it is difficult to hear what they say.  Wyrgan follows the sounds, but adopts a slightly stealthier approach.

[ooc][spoiler]11:26 amWyrgan: !roll 1d20+7
11:26 amisobot: 24
11:27 amWyrgan: (stealth)[/spoiler][/ooc]

Your silent footfalls bring you close to the voices. There are definitely two, but their words are still difficult to catch.

[ooc][spoiler]11:30 amWyrgan: ooc: where am i in relation to them, can I tell?
11:30 amWyrgan: ooc: I wonder if Cailleach is pulling a Gollum.[/spoiler][/ooc]

The Chamber of the South Tower is just ahead of you and on your right. The voices come from within.  An open archway leads into the chamber.  Wyrgan peers round the archway.

[ooc][spoiler]11:32 amWyrgan: ooc: remaining stealthy-ish[/spoiler] [/ooc]

A huddled figure sits at a table, turned away from you. The figure is bent over what appears to be a bowl of some kind, black in color.  The figure appears to be Cailleach, and she speaks in whispers

[ooc][spoiler]11:34 amWyrgan: ooc: can I hear them, or too quiet still?
11:34 amSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Make a listen check
11:35 amSeraphine_Harmonium: (perception)
11:35 amWyrgan: !roll 1d20+3
11:35 amisobot: 20[/spoiler][/ooc]

Cailleach: You shouldn't have done it.

A voice responds

Voice: Well no harm came of it, did it? Everything is fine now.
Cailleach: You put him in danger far too often.
Voice: If I hadn't done it, would they ever have found the place?
Cailleach: If they were meant to, they would find it. Remember the path.
Voice: What's the harm in giving them a little push? Can't have them wandering about.

[ooc][spoiler]11:40 amWyrgan: ooc: do i recognize the voice??
11:41 amSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: hmmm, make an INT roll
11:42 amWyrgan: !roll 1d20+4
11:42 amisobot: 18
11:43 amSeraphine_Harmonium: You recognize the voice as belonging to Ceridwen
11:43 amWyrgan: ooc: figured
11:43 am*** TheMeanestGuest is now known as Kegain
11:44 am*** Ghostman is now known as Laidir[/spoiler][/ooc]

Wyrgan retreats a few steps and then approaches without stealth.  In the far bedroom, Kegain snores loudly and shifts in his sleep.

Cailleach: That is how they find -- Wyrgan! (Turns as she hears your approach) What are you doing out of bed, Wyrgan? (Shows a look of concern)
Wyrgan: Milady Caileach - I'm sorry to disturb you. I was hoping to converse with you concerning my father. I did not wish to speak of him before the others - they are not privy to the details of my parentage.
Cailleach: I must warn you, Wyrgan, Gloomheart has no reputation for warmth of character.
Wyrgan: He is my sire nonetheless; I wish to meet him.
Cailleach: You are not the first offspring of Gloomheart, and he has treated others with disdain. I would not expect him to embrace you.
Wyrgan: I do not expect such. I only wish to meet him, at least once.  Perhaps I will impress him more than his other progeny.
Cailleach: The road to him is no easy one. The path is fraught with dangers, some of which may be beyond you. It will take all of your wit and bravery.  And with the ever advancing winter, it may take more than that.  Tell me, what do you hope to gain by meeting Gloomheart?
Wyrgan: (Considers the question) My father sent me this tutor, to school me in the art of witchcraft. (reveals his familiar) I had hoped that he might share with me other secrets, perhaps even take me into his household. I weary of Abred.  If what you say is true, he may be disinclined to grant these wishes.  Still, it will not hurt to try; and, in any case, he is my sire. His blood flows through my veins.  I beg you, Milady, tell me where he dwells. I may not start on that path tomorrow or even the next day, but I would know his whereabouts.
Cailleach: The Unseelie Court is concerned with one thing: power. If you seek acceptance there, you will need to prove your power.  I do not often concern myself in the bickering of courts, but if you seek Nennius, I cannot help you.
Wyrgan: Indeed. I will consider this carefully. How best would you recommend I prove my power?
Cailleach: Power is a funny thing. Those who seek it most, know it least well, in seeking to exert it over others
Wyrgan: So my father is at this Nennius?
Cailleach: A Sidhe of some exertion is he. Many would call him powerful.  At the castle of Nennius he can often be found, cracking the whip.

[ooc][spoiler]11:59 amWyrgan: ooc: heh I wonder how the unseelie court would react if I gave them the sword lodged in old sorin's mouth[/spoiler][/ooc]

Wyrgan: I see. I thank you for this information, milady, and for your words of wisdom. What can I do to repay you for them?
Cailleach: When you learn the true meaning of power, you will have repaid me. Until then, light a candle for me when you feel the darkness surround you.

[ooc][spoiler]12:04 pmWyrgan: ooc: sorry to have held up the main game guys[/spoiler][/ooc]

Wyrgan: I shall. Thank you again for your hospitality. Good evening to you, milady Cailleach.
Cailleach: Now off to bed, child. I have no more to speak on this.

Wyrgan bows and returns to bed.

[ooc][spoiler]12:05 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Nom still isn't here, but he warned me he might not be up to it.
12:07 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Shall we all just continue with the next morning?
12:07 pmKegain: ooc: sure
12:07 pmLaidir: ooc: alrighty
12:07 pmWyrgan: ooc: yeah i'm fine with that, personally[/spoiler][/ooc]

You each awake to find a tall glass of milk beside your beds, and an apple each

[ooc][spoiler]12:08 pmWyrgan: ooc: Abred apples?
12:09 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: They seem to be, yes.[/spoiler][/ooc]

Wyrgan drinks the milk and eats the apple, then goes to join his companions. Laidir sets to enjoy the served breakfast with gusto.  Kegain yawns and stretches.  

Kegain: Oh, apples! (picks up an apple and takes a big bite) How did everyone sleep?
Wyrgan: Very well, thank you Kegain.
Laidir: The bedding was comfortable.

Robhartach snores loudly.

Kegain: I slept like a log!

Wyrgan goes to wake Rob.

Laidir: No wonder he's sleepy, after being wounded and sick.
Robhartach: (shakes awake) Wuh? What time is it?
Wyrgan: It's morning. Come, we have a salmon and a sword to find.  Eat your apple and pull on your boots.
Robhartach: Right! Can't let that poor creature suffer!

Kegain crunches the core, and pulls his boots on.  Wyrgan has adopted an imperious tone... if he is to prove his power, he must act the part.

Kegain: Sword? The one in the old giant's mouth? (Hesitates)  ...It didn't sound very safe.
Wyrgan: Yes, Kegain. Don't you wish to repay Cailleach for her kindness?
Laidir: Still thinking about going after that?  An overnight's sleep didn't clear your head, I see.

Rob grabs his shield and club before slipping on his boots, and grabbing the apple with his shield-hand.  Laidir shakes his head disapprovingly

Kegain: Of course! But... well'¦ I guess if that's what we have to do...
Wyrgan: I had not taken you for a craven, Kegain.
Robhartach: (mumbles through his food) Aww, c'mon guys!
Laidir: (snorts) Stop messing with the big one's head.  That's just low you know
Kegain: Ma says that if the tree's too tall, it's best to let it be.
Laidir: Kegain, we certainly don't need to do anything about the giant to repay for lady Cailleach's kindness.  Wyrgan is just trying to confuse you.  

Kegain furrows his brows.

Robhartach: You're not a coward, are you Kegain?
Wyrgan: Do as you will, but let us leave this place. None of our goals can be met by lingering here.
Laidir: We must leave, alright.
Robhartach: It will be a heroic adventure! You don't want the songs to say you stayed behind do you?
Kegain: No! Never! But there's a difference between being a coward.. and knowing when you can't do something. (shakes his head)
Laidir: Personally, I don't really care.
Kegain: But Wyrgan's right... I guess it's time to go.
Laidir: I can always make my own songs, after all... But we ought to say farewells to the good lady first!

You all hear a gentle knock at the door.

Wyrgan: Come in.

The door opens, and Cailleach steps inside.

Cailleach: Good, I see you boys are all up and about.
Wyrgan: Good morning, milady Cailleach.
Laidir: Ah, good mornign to you, m'lady.
Cailleach: Good morning indeed to you.
Kegain: Morning! (smiles widely) Thanks for the apples! And the milk!
Cailleach: No thanks are needed, Kegain. I am you host, it is my duty to provide for those I watch over.
Laidir: These freshesments were delicious. We appreciate the gesture.  A fine host you have been to us. I will make it a point to speak well of your hospitality.

[ooc][spoiler]12:24 pmWyrgan: ooc: did we ever actually find out where old sorin was?
12:26 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Old Sorin's home is by a river *near* to Nennius[/spoiler][/ooc]

Cailleach: I am afraid the weather has not improved terribly. Some days we have blizzards, some days merely sprinkles.
Kegain: Oh.. is it a bad time for traveling here?
Laidir: We can hardly spare much time just sitting around waiting for weather to improve.
Cailleach: It is always a bad time for traveling, since the sword was lost. There is nothing for that until the sword is retrieved.  The path is kept clean enough, but the elements, and the other dangers here make travel risky.
Laidir: Perhaps we should look for some means to ease the travel then?
Wyrgan: You mean like retrieving the sword? (fixes Laidir with an exasperated look).
Laidir: Naw. You'd have to travel far first just to get to the sword in thefirst place. And in any case, it's a fool's errand.
Kegain: Wait! The sword is making it so cold?
Cailleach: The Sword is displaced. When it is in the hands of someone worthy of it, the Summer will return
Kegain: But we have to get it then! ..somehow. It's not right that it's always winter.
Wyrgan: Well, let us strike out for the castle closest to Sorin, and we'll see what we can do. If retrieving the sword is impossible, we will at least be able to seek the salmon at the castle.  Unless you've come up with some brilliant plan of your own, Laidir?
Laidir: Had we some warm clothes, some furs maybe, then surely we could withstand the cold and the rain much better.
Cailleach: I do not wish to lead you towards danger, but you must know that Annwn and Abred are linked.  If the unnatural winters here remain unchecked, they will extend their grasp to Abred as well.
Wyrgan: Well that doesn't sound good.   Furs would be wise, however.  Do you know where we might procure some, milady?
Cailleach: There is a house some way down the path that belongs to an old woodsman. He has been known to help travelers in the past, but he will demand payment. He will ask a service of you. What that service is I cannot say.
Wyrgan: Sounds like a likely enough place to begin. (Pointedly)Would you agree, Laidir?
Laidir: It should be worth hearing it from him then.  
Kegain: Hummm. Well, as long as it's fair.
Cailleach: Seek you the huntsman called Herne.
Wyrgan: (nods).Shall we depart then?
Laidir: We should make our leave. Let us not waste the hours of daylight.
Kegain: (awkwardly bows to Cailleach) We'll always remember your hospitality!
Laidir: M'lady Cailleach. It has been a pleasure to stay in your fair home.
Cailleach: If ever need or desire should lead you, seek out Dun Geivreadh. Bright blessings on your journey!

Wyrgan bows as well and sets out along the path.Laidir bows and makes his leave of the castle.  Robhartach bows to the lady and then steps with purpose along the path.  The golden outline of the sun glows through the heavy clouds. Snow falls in flecks along the path.  The road stretches out in two directions, neither of which is the way you came.  One leads to the east, towards Caer Fedwyd, and on leads west, towards Sorin and Nennius.  Wyrgan heads decisively west before Laidir or anyone else can counsel otherwise.  Kegain plods along behind Wyrgan.  Robhartach heads west with Wyrgan and Kegain.  Laidir goes the other way.  Kegain stops and turns around

Kegain: Laidir! Where are you going?
Wyrgan: (Yells back at Laidir)Do you really want to wander Annwn alone?
Laidir: I'd rather so than follow you on that doomed quest
Robhartach: It's not doomed!

[ooc][spoiler]12:52 pmWyrgan: ooc: is the woodsman's hut visible at all???
12:53 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: It is not visible from here, no.[/spoiler][/ooc]

Laidir: If you are so set in prying a sword out of a giant's mouth, then by all means do so, but I'll have no hand in that business.
Kegain: Well! If we can't do it.. then we won't! But the fish could be this way too, remember?
Wyrgan: Very well. You need not help us, but for safety's sake, surely we should travel together?
Laidir: far as I recall, there is no rule that you must follow the path in particular direction.  I figure that I'll find what I seek going this way just as well.
Wyrgan: Do you think the druid will be pleased if you return without us? If you abandon us here? You're the oldest, you have to look out for us.

[ooc][spoiler]12:54 pmWyrgan: ooc: man i am a brat.[/spoiler][/ooc]

Laidir: I think the druid's going to be pretty displeased no matter what, by now
Wyrgan: Not if we return with the salmon and, incidentally, prevent eternal winter from spilling out of Annwn and desolating Abred.
Robhartach: (indicating Kegain) Are you going to make us carry you, Laidir?
Kegain: Come on Laidir! I'd worry about you!
Laidir: You should worry less about me Kegain, and instead worry about getting back to your ma.  Perhaps I'll find the damn salmon myself while I'm at it.

[ooc][spoiler]12:58 pmWyrgan: ooc: bit of an impasse![/spoiler] [/ooc]

The wind blows, and cold snow stings your faces.

Laidir: Well, can't stay here all day wasting my time talking to you. So long, friends.
Robhartach: The huntsman is this way! You'll freeze without some warm clothing!
Wyrgan: Laidir! Come with us!

Laidir heads east along the path.  Wyrgan casts a spell of Command

[ooc][spoiler]12:59 pmLaidir: ooc: it's no use, Laidir already made up his mind about this before the night
12:59 pmWyrgan: (DC 15)
12:59 pmLaidir: ooc: will save?
12:59 pmWyrgan: ooc: you can turn around again after a round anyway, even if you fail...
12:59 pmWyrgan: ooc: yes
12:59 pmLaidir: !roll 1d20+2
12:59 pmisobot: 6
1:00 pmLaidir: ooc: haha wow
1:00 pmLaidir: ooc: what is the command?
1:00 pmLaidir: ooc: come with them?
1:00 pmWyrgan: Approach
1:00 pmWyrgan: it's the closest I can do[/spoiler][/ooc]

Laidir suddenly freezes on his tracks, a cold shiver running down his spine. With stiff, mechanical motion he turns on his heels, and closes in on the party

[ooc][spoiler]1:01 pmWyrgan: ooc: I didn't technically prepare spells properly, Seraphine, but I would really like to have Sleep prepared
1:01 pmWyrgan: ooc: so I can bodily kidnap Laidir
1:02 pmWyrgan: ooc: what's your view of this
1:02 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: We didn't even discuss it, so it's iffy, but, what the hell, why not?
1:02 pmWyrgan: ooc: heh ok!
1:03 pmLaidir: ooc: Laidir totally hates you now wyrgan, just so you know. and I mean like, he would not directly murder you, but he would totally leave you to die[/spoiler] [/ooc]

Wyrgan casts a spell of Sleep.

[ooc][spoiler]1:03 pmKegain: ooc: if sleep works kegain will carry laidir, but he'd feel weird about it
1:03 pmWyrgan: ooc: yeah I figured... he is being a major ASS
1:03 pmLaidir: !roll 1d20+2
1:03 pmisobot: 16
1:03 pmWyrgan: damn
1:03 pmWyrgan: ooc: well, worth a try[/spoiler][/ooc]

Laidir stops for moment, a feeling of drowsiness settlign upon him, but he manages to shake it off. His eyes narrow as he glares angrily at Wyrgan

Laidir: What are you trying to do to me?!?
Wyrgan: You have seen now what I can do. Now, come with us.

Kegain looks back and forth between Wyrgan and Laidir, confusion writ upon his face

[ooc][spoiler]1:05 pmWyrgan: ooc: totally bluffing... that was my only use of Command [/spoiler][/ooc]

Laidir: Do not think me unfamiliar with the art of glamers, for I have learned of such things as part of my training

Wyrgan curls his lip like a wild beast. The younger boy's eyes glint with annoyance at such defiance.

Wyrgan: Come now, you do not need to participate in the retrieval of the sword.
Robhartach: Come on guys! Stop standing around! We have to keep moving if we want to get back home!
Laidir: Perhaps I should let you have some taste of your own trickery. For I think you'd do well to learn not to mess with your fellows with such ways

[ooc][spoiler]1:07 pmWyrgan: ooc oh gawd i'm about to get pwned[/spoiler] [/ooc]

Kegain: You two stop fighting! We have to work together! The Elder said so!
Robhartach: There is a poor creature that needs our help, a fish that needs to be paid back for tricking us, and a Song about it that YOU need to compose Laidir!

Kegain plants his hands on his hips and glares at Wyrgan and Laidir in turn.  Laidir lets out an ululation, like the sound of a bird's singing.

[ooc][spoiler]1:09 pmLaidir: ooc: Daze on Wyrgan
1:10 pmWyrgan: !roll 1d20+4
1:10 pmisobot: 23
1:10 pmLaidir: ooc: I'm level 1 with +2 Charisma mod, so that should be a save
1:10 pmWyrgan: ooc: aren't you level 2? I thought we all leveled???
1:10 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Yeah, everyone was supposed to have leveled
1:10 pmLaidir: ooc: oh right, yeah level 2'
1:11 pmLaidir: ooc: not that it would make a difference[/spoiler][/ooc]

Wyrgan feels the spell steal over him and shrugs it off contemptuously.

Wyrgan: Your petty tricks won't work on me.

[ooc][spoiler]1:12 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: Everyone make perception checks
1:12 pmWyrgan: !roll 1d20+3
1:12 pmisobot: 12
1:12 pmLaidir: Perhaps. But I have likewise resisted this glamer of yours
1:12 pmWyrgan: ooc: good call, Seraphine
1:12 pmWyrgan: ooc: whatever this is!
1:12 pmLaidir: !roll 1d20-0
1:12 pmisobot: 20
1:12 pmKegain: !roll 1d20
1:12 pmisobot: 16
1:13 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: !roll 1d20+12
1:13 pmisobot: 15
1:14 pmWyrgan: ooc: wow
1:14 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: !roll 1d20+3
1:14 pmisobot: 19
1:14 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ^Rob
1:14 pmWyrgan: ooc: I'm going to be the only one in the dark >.<[/spoiler][/ooc]

Laidir, Kegain, and Robhartach all at once hear a sound of crunching snow off the path. Something draws near, and you feel the cold grow in intensity. Kegain turns all about looking for the source of the sound Laidir turns to face the direction of the sounds, alarmed.  Wyrgan is oblivious. He stares at Laidir in annoyance.

Kegain: Hello?

[ooc][spoiler]1:16 pmLaidir: ooc: good thing this didn't really turn into PvP. I'd have hated that
1:16 pmWyrgan: ooc: yeah me too! I know it's just characters but I feel bad!
1:17 pmWyrgan: ooc: I don't think Wyrgan would have used weapons, though. [/spoiler][/ooc]

Laidir: Someone's coming this way.  I think.

Laidir rests his hand on the hilt of his wooden practice

[ooc][spoiler]1:18 pmKegain: ooc: kegain would have tried to subdue both of you
1:19 pmLaidir: ooc: I think Kegain would have succeeded [/spoiler][/ooc]

The southern snowbank explodes in powder.  Kegain grabs his bronze sword, alarmed.  Wyrgan grabs his slingshot. A light-blue humanoid creature with insectoid wings flies at you, swiping its claws at Kegain. Laidir shouts a warning and draws his sword.

[ooc][spoiler]1:20 pmKegain: ooc: shall we init?
1:20 pmKegain: !init
1:20 pmisobot: toden 28, Burnous 28, Skel 32, Astell 33, Victor 33, Moss 33, Smiggle 36
1:20 pmKegain: !init clear all
1:20 pmisobot: Cleared
1:20 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: In terms of time, this battle might be better left until next time 1:20 pmLaidir: ooc: true
1:20 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Shouldn't CE be starting?
1:20 pmKegain: ooc: oh, you're right
1:20 pmKegain: ooc: didn't notice the time
1:20 pmKegain: ooc: yeah we should probably stop there
1:20 pmWyrgan: 10 minutes it starts, not sure how many people will be showing up
1:20 pmSeraphine_Harmonium: ooc: It makes a good cliffhanger
1:20 pmLaidir: ooc: does seem like a good place to call it
1:20 pmWyrgan: ooc: true!
1:21 pm*** Wyrgan is now known as Steerpike
1:21 pmSteerpike: wow, that was an intense session
1:21 pmSteerpike: both characters really stuck to their guns!
1:21 pmLaidir: ooc: hehe nothing to reunite the party like a common enemy [/spoiler][/ooc][/ic]

[Seraph]

[ic=Session 8: The Winterland]
[ooc][spoiler]11:33 am Seraphine_Harmonium: Welcome, Nom!
11:34 am Nomadic: hey
11:34 am Seraphine_Harmonium: Did you get to check the logs?
11:35 am Nomadic: logs? nope
11:35 am Nomadic: sorry
11:35 am Nomadic: I can if I need to
11:35 am Seraphine_Harmonium: Well, I can sum up
11:35 am Seraphine_Harmonium: You guys left Dun Geivreadh, but got into an argument on which way to go
11:36 am Seraphine_Harmonium: It came very close to a party split and/or pvp, when Laidir and Wyrgan started casting spells on each other
11:37 am TheMeanestGuest: hello
11:37 am TheMeanestGuest: I am here
11:37 am Seraphine_Harmonium: This was interrupted by the party getting attacked from out of a snowbank by a blue humanoid-ish thing with insect wings
11:37 am Seraphine_Harmonium: good
11:38 am Seraphine_Harmonium: That should be everyone
11:38 am Nomadic: yay
11:38 am Steerpike: cool!
11:38 am *** Steerpike is now known as Wyrgan
11:38 am *** Nomadic is now known as Robhartach
11:38 am Seraphine_Harmonium: And that brings us to today's session, which will start with rolling for initiative
11:38 am *** Ghostman is now known as Laidir
11:39 am Wyrgan: !init
11:39 am isobot: Salamander 6, Wraith 9, Rankle 10, Kaius_Alexander 11, Tarim 12, Maimer 15, Bodkin 18, hagmen 22
11:39 am Wyrgan: !init clear
11:39 am isobot: Salamander 6, Wraith 9, Rankle 10, Kaius_Alexander 11, Tarim 12, Maimer 15, Bodkin 18, hagmen 22
11:39 am *** TheMeanestGuest is now known as Kegain
11:39 am Wyrgan: !init clear al
11:39 am isobot: No such user
11:39 am Wyrgan: whoops
11:39 am Wyrgan: !init clear all
11:39 am isobot: Cleared
11:39 am Robhartach: hold on just a sec before we start
11:39 am Wyrgan: !init 1d20+2
11:39 am isobot: 13
11:39 am isobot: Wyrgan 13
11:39 am Robhartach: gotta get all my stuff together
11:39 am Laidir: !init 1d20+1
11:39 am isobot: 12
11:39 am isobot: Laidir 12, Wyrgan 13
11:40 am Seraphine_Harmonium: !init 1d20+7
11:40 am isobot: 17
11:40 am isobot: Laidir 12, Wyrgan 13, Seraphine_Harmonium 17
11:41 am Kegain: !init 1d20+1
11:41 am isobot: 13
11:41 am isobot: Laidir 12, Kegain 13, Wyrgan 13, Seraphine_Harmonium 17
11:42 am Robhartach: !init 1d20+5
11:42 am isobot: 24
11:42 am isobot: Laidir 12, Kegain 13, Wyrgan 13, Seraphine_Harmonium 17, Robhartach 24
11:43 am Robhartach: ooc: ok I'm all ready to go
11:43 am Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Due to the status of my internet connection, if my connection quits on me, I should be back on pretty quickly, but just be aware
11:44 am Robhartach: ooc: that's fine SH
11:44 am Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Awesome
11:44 am Robhartach: ooc: we'll just make fun of you while you're away
11:44 am Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: I can live with that
11:45 am Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: High Initiative goes to Rob. The flying bug-person is heading your way, what do you do?
11:46 am Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: and by "your way" I mean the party as a whole
11:46 am Robhartach: ooc: so laidir and wyrgan were fighting and suddenly a giant bug burst out of the snow and goes flying towards us?
11:46 am Robhartach: ooc: does it look threatening to me? as in is it obvious it means to attack?
11:47 am Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: That's more or less the case, yes. It is brandishing claws, and clearly means to attack[/spoiler]
[/ooc]
Robhartach holds up his shield and club and moves to meet the beast before it can reach his friends

Robhartach: hold on there we're in the middle of a fight would you mind waiting till this one is over first?

Robhartach takes up a defensive posture right in front of the creature between it and them

[ooc][spoiler]11:50 am Robhartach: ooc: that ends my turn btw
11:50 am Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: ok, so you are posturing and interposing, gotcha
11:51 am Robhartach: ooc: making sure I get a swing at him if he tries to get at the others[/spoiler][/ooc]

The creature attempts to fly over your head, charging for Kegain

[ooc][spoiler]11:52 am Kegain: ooc: of course it's attacking kegain
11:52 am Robhartach: ooc: do I get an AoO
11:52 am Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: yes
11:52 am Robhartach: ooc: was assuming it was flying near the ground[/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach: Not so fast there bug eyes

[ooc][spoiler]11:53 am Robhartach: !roll 1d20+5
11:53 am isobot: 16[/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach swings his club up at the creature as it flies over

[ooc][spoiler]11:53 am Seraphine_Harmonium: !roll 1d20+6
11:53 am isobot: 14
11:53 am Robhartach: !roll 1d4+2
11:53 am isobot: 3[/spoiler][/ooc]

The creature's evasive maneuvers are worthless, as Robhartach hits the creature in the midsection with a solid thump, swatting it out of the sky.  The creature falls to the ground, shaking its head

[ooc][spoiler]11:55 am Wyrgan: ooc: my turn?
11:55 am Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: yes[/spoiler]
[/ooc]
Wyrgan steps back in alarm and grabs his slingshot, hastily readying a bullet and loosing it at the downed creature.

[ooc][spoiler]11:55 am Wyrgan: !roll 1d20+4
11:55 am isobot: 8
11:56 am Seraphine_Harmonium: !roll 1d20+6
11:56 am isobot: 22[/spoiler][/ooc]

Wyrgan is too shaken to aim well, and the creature pushes off, beating its wings frantically, getting out of the way well before the stone reaches him.  Robhartach startles a bit as wyrgan's shot comes too close for comfort to his left ear

Robhartach: hey watch it!

[ooc][spoiler]11:58 am Laidir: !init
11:58 am isobot: Laidir 12, Kegain 13, Wyrgan 13, Seraphine_Harmonium 17, Robhartach 24
11:58 am Robhartach: ooc: it's godzilla's turn
11:58 am Robhartach: ooc:
11:59 am Laidir: ooc: Kegzilla![/spoiler][/ooc]

Kegain blinks slowly at the intruder, and hefts his new sword and looks at it curiously

Kegain: You big ugly bughead! Get out of here!

[ooc][spoiler]12:00 pm Kegain: ooc: kegain will attack the thing with his sword
12:00 pm Robhartach: ooc: Kegain will smite it with his mighty blade
12:00 pm Robhartach: ooc:
12:00 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: ok, let's see it!
12:01 pm Kegain: !roll 1d20+6
12:01 pm isobot: 19
12:01 pm Kegain: ooc: and what is damage on the bronze sword? d8?
12:01 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: yeah
12:01 pm Robhartach: ooc: actually have I ever told you that Kegain/Wyrgan remind me of Samwise/Frodo... if Frodo was a sociopath and Sam was a giant
12:02 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: !roll 1d20+4
12:02 pm isobot: 14
12:02 pm Kegain: !roll 1d8+4
12:02 pm isobot: 5
12:02 pm Kegain: ooc: hmph
12:02 pm Robhartach: ooc: where is the creature in relation to kegain and rob?
12:03 pm Robhartach: ooc: is rob in the front and kegain to one side?[/spoiler][/ooc]

The creature stares wide-eyed, a bit too long before it attempts escape. The longsword cuts into it, and seems to break off chunks of the creature in crystalline shards.

[ooc][spoiler]12:03 pm Robhartach: ooc: just trying to visualize the battlefield
12:03 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: That was my mental picture
12:03 pm Robhartach: ooc: k, cool
12:03 pm Robhartach: !init
12:03 pm isobot: Laidir 12, Kegain 13, Wyrgan 13, Seraphine_Harmonium 17, Robhartach 24[/spoiler][/ooc]

Laidir swings his practice sword over his head and charges the creature, screaming a battle-cry at the top of his lungs

[ooc][spoiler]12:04 pm Laidir: ooc: charge, if I have clear path to the thing
12:05 pm Robhartach: ooc: I think your path is through me, however if it's ok with SH I'll let you run me over for comic effect
12:05 pm Robhartach: ooc:
12:05 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Sure. I think you'd be approaching from the other side
12:05 pm Robhartach: ooc: ah, that's fine too heh
12:05 pm Laidir: !roll 1d20+5
12:05 pm isobot: 12
12:05 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: You'd be flanking him with Rob and Kegain, too
12:06 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: !roll 1d20+4
12:06 pm isobot: 21[/spoiler][/ooc]

The creature flies straight upward, rising above the battlefield, out of reach of your sword.  Robhartach takes a swing at it as it flees up
[ooc]
[spoiler]12:08 pm Robhartach: ooc: if that's ok?
12:09 pm Robhartach: ooc: heck even if I can't hit it now I'm going to
12:09 pm Robhartach: !roll 1d20+5
12:09 pm isobot: 8
12:09 pm Robhartach: ooc: haha
12:09 pm Robhartach: ooc: curses isobot
12:09 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: !roll 1d20+4
12:09 pm isobot: 8
12:09 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: wow. XD
12:10 pm Robhartach: ooc: isobot you sick, sick, robot
12:10 pm Robhartach: !roll 1d4+2
12:10 pm isobot: 3[/spoiler][/ooc]

As it attempts to escape the crowd forming around it, it takes a hit from Rob's club.  Robhartach whoops

[ooc][spoiler]12:12 pm Wyrgan: oc: still alive I take it?
12:12 pm Wyrgan: ooc*[/spoiler][/ooc]

At the point of impact, you can see cracks appearing in the surface of its skin.  The impact knocks it off its course, but it stays in the sky. What's more, as it rises above you, these cracks seem to smooth over and disappear.

[ooc][spoiler]12:13 pm Wyrgan: ooc: mine??? or does it have some other form of attack...?
12:13 pm Robhartach: !init
12:13 pm isobot: Laidir 12, Kegain 13, Wyrgan 13, Seraphine_Harmonium 17, Robhartach 24
12:14 pm Robhartach: ooc: oh boy
12:14 pm Laidir: ooc: knowledge Annwn to know what this thing is?
12:15 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: sure
12:15 pm Laidir: !roll 1d20+2
12:15 pm isobot: 22
12:18 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: You identify it as an unseelie winter sprite, an ice spirit[/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach: Get out of here you!  Ra! (poses viciously)

The creature takes in a deep breath, and exhales a shower of small shards of ice at the huddle of boys

[ooc][spoiler]12:18 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Kegain, Laidir, and Robhartach, make reflex saves
12:19 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: guys?
12:19 pm Robhartach: !roll 1d20+4
12:19 pm isobot: 18
12:19 pm Laidir: !roll 1d20+4
12:19 pm isobot: 9
12:20 pm Robhartach: ooc: can I use my reflex save if its good enough to push laidir out of the way and take the hit instead?
12:20 pm Laidir: ooc: clever
12:21 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: You can push him out of the main blast and take the full hit
12:21 pm Kegain: !roll 1d20+1
12:21 pm isobot: 21[/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach: Look out!

[ooc][spoiler]12:21 pm Laidir: ooc: you can then get me to come with you out of gratitude
12:21 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: !roll 1d4
12:21 pm isobot: 3[/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach turns and with a heave shoves laidir away from the shot.  Laidir rolls on the snow-covered ground, surprised by Rob's selfless action.

[ooc][spoiler]12:22 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: This means that Rob pushes Laidir, so Laidir only takes 1 point of cold damage. So does Kegain. Rob takes the full 3[/spoiler][/ooc]

Wyrgan takes aim at the insectile being, squinting his eyes tightly. He looses a second stone at their winged assailant.

[ooc][spoiler]12:23 pm Robhartach gasps at the searing cold as it rips down his back
12:23 pm Wyrgan: !roll 1d20+4
12:23 pm isobot: 19
12:23 pm Laidir: ooc: a nice way to solve this party trouble
12:23 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: !roll 1d20+4
12:23 pm isobot: 11
12:23 pm Wyrgan: !roll 1d3
12:23 pm isobot: 3[/spoiler][/ooc]

As it lets out its icy breath, a stone from Wyrgan's sling slams into its skull

[ooc][spoiler]12:24 pm Robhartach: ooc: wyrgan is very angry
12:24 pm Wyrgan: ooc: and it lets the laidir/wyrgan rivalry remain... will create an interesting dynamic, more so thatn "we're all such good fwends"
12:25 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: !init
12:25 pm isobot: Laidir 12, Kegain 13, Wyrgan 13, Seraphine_Harmonium 17, Robhartach 24[/spoiler][/ooc]

The creature lets out a hiss of cold breath at Wyrgan, showing you its wide mouth, and teeth made of icicles

[ooc][spoiler]12:27 pm Kegain: ooc: my turn?
12:27 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: yes
12:27 pm Wyrgan: ooc: I think we act simultaneously
12:28 pm Kegain: ooc: can I reach it with my sword?
12:28 pm Kegain: ooc: or is it flying?
12:28 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: technically yes
12:28 pm Kegain: !roll 1d20+6
12:28 pm isobot: 13
12:28 pm Kegain: ooc: boo
12:29 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: It's above you, technically, so you're really out of range
12:29 pm Kegain: ooc: ok, so I didn't attack then?[/spoiler]
[/ooc]
Kegain waves his sword around ineffectually and glares at the creature

Kegain: Get back down here so I can teach you a lesson!

[ooc][spoiler]12:30 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: Yeah, it's out of your reach
12:30 pm Wyrgan: ooc: I take it the sprite is out of range of a net throw from the cobweb ring??
12:31 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Not necessarily
12:31 pm Wyrgan: ooc: ah, ok[/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach looks up at the creature, his features going dark and grim.

Robhartach: if you leave now you can live

[ooc][spoiler]12:32 pm Robhartach: !roll 1d20+6
12:32 pm isobot: 25
12:32 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: well, Kegain, could in theory make a leaping attack, if he takes a -2 penalty, I'll say
12:32 pm Robhartach: ooc: intimidate[/spoiler]
[/ooc]
Laidir springs on his feet. Seeing the winter sprite flying high, he points his wooden sword at it and begins uttering the enchanting words of a glamer

[ooc][spoiler]12:32 pm Laidir: ooc: my turn's first
12:32 pm Laidir: ooc: casting Sleep
12:33 pm Robhartach: ooc: you are getting sleepy
12:34 pm Wyrgan: ooc: how's your sleep btw TMG, still terrible?
12:35 pm Kegain: ooc: better, somewhat
12:35 pm Robhartach: ooc: TMG hasn't been sleeping well?
12:35 pm Kegain: ooc: I have had fairly bad insomnia for about a month
12:35 pm Wyrgan: ooc: i joked that he was method-rolelpaying kaius
12:36 pm Robhartach: ooc: haha
12:36 pm Robhartach: ooc: sorry to hear that TMG :/ you been going through any stressful situations?
12:37 pm *** Seraphine_Harmonium quit (Quit: URL ajax IRC Client)
12:37 pm Wyrgan: ah...
12:37 pm Kegain: ooc: nope.
12:40 pm Wyrgan: if seraphine isn't back in a short bit I may take off, have an errand to run this afternoon
12:40 pm Robhartach: ooc: ok
*** Seraphine_Harmonium joined #celtricia
12:50 pm Wyrgan: ah you're back!
12:50 pm Laidir: ooc: yay!
12:50 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: yep
12:50 pm Robhartach: woo
12:51 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: it took me that long to get back online
12:51 pm Robhartach: Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Not necessarily 12:31 pm Wyrgan: ooc: ah, ok 12:31 pm Robhartach looks up at the creature his features going dark and grim 12:31 pm Robhartach: if you leave now you can live 12:32 pm Robhartach: !roll 1d20+6 12:32 pm isobot: 25 12:32 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: well, Kegain, could in theory make a leaping attack, if he takes a -2 pe
12:51 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: ended up having to restart my computer
12:51 pm Robhartach: that's what you missed
12:51 pm Robhartach: oh and I saved the logs for you
12:51 pm Robhartach: from before you disconnected
12:51 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: Thanks
12:51 pm Laidir: ooc: my action again[/spoiler]
[/ooc]
Laidir springs on his feet. Seeing the winter sprite flying high, he points his wooden sword at it and begins uttering the enchanting words of a glamer

[ooc][spoiler]12:52 pm Robhartach: Robhartach: ooc: intimidate 12:32 pm Laidir springs on his feet. Seeing the winter sprite flying high, he points his wooden sword at it and begins uttering the enchanting words of a glamer 12:32 pm Laidir: ooc: my turn's first 12:32 pm Laidir: ooc: casting Sleep
12:52 pm Laidir: ooc: since I get to act after Kegain
12:53 pm Robhartach: !init
12:53 pm isobot: Laidir 12, Kegain 13, Wyrgan 13, Seraphine_Harmonium 17, Robhartach 24
12:54 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ok
12:54 pm Laidir: ooc: save DC = 13
12:55 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: That's a will save, yes?
12:55 pm Laidir: ooc: yes
12:56 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: !roll 1d20+3
12:56 pm isobot: 4
12:56 pm Laidir: ooc: oh ho
12:56 pm Robhartach: ooc: naptime
12:57 pm Laidir: ooc: quick someone sit on it
12:57 pm Robhartach: ooc: how big is it?[/spoiler]
[/ooc]
The creature's eyes droop, it attempts to shake off its tiredness, but it slowly, descends to the ground and curls up

[ooc][spoiler]12:58 pm Robhartach: ooc: is it small enough that I could carry it?
12:58 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: It's slightly smaller than you are
12:58 pm Kegain: ooc: how long does sleep last?
12:58 pm Laidir: ooc: sleep ends if we hurt it
12:59 pm Laidir: otherwise 2 minutes[/spoiler][/ooc]

Wyrgan approaches the creature slowly, fascinated by its insectile aspects.

[ooc][spoiler]12:59 pm Kegain: ooc: kegain could carry it
12:59 pm Laidir: ooc: that was ooc[/spoiler]
[/ooc]
Robhartach picks up the creature carefully.  Holding the creature is like holding a block of ice.  Robhartach heads over to the edge of the path and sets it down comfortably

Robhartach: come on lets get out of here, leave it be
Laidir: Beware! That glamer will not last forever. The sprite might wake up.  If we're going to escape it we must put the move on
Robhartach: Well then we should be gone soon

Robhartach heads down the path motioning the group on.  He puts his arms around kegain and wyrgan and leads them on down the path.

[ooc][spoiler]1:01 pm Laidir: ooc: hopefully Wyrgan isn't too damn fascinated[/spoiler][/ooc]

Wyrgan stares sullenly at Laidir.

Robhartach: Let's go lads
Wyrgan: Very well.

Wyrgan senses he should say nothing more to try and convince Laidir to accompany them - it will only alienate him further.

[ooc][spoiler]1:02 pm Robhartach: ooc: I assume the entire group heads on down the path leaving it behind[/spoiler][/ooc]

Kegain looks at the sleeping creature curiously, but then goes off with the others.  Robhartach looks back at Laidir.

Laidir: (to Rob) That was brave of you to dash in the way of it's icy breath the way you did, lad. A bit foolhardy maybe, but don't think I'm not thankful.
Robhartach: hmm? oh was fine, I'm sure you'd have done the same for me.  By the way clever work there with that glamour of yours.
Laidir: Perhaps I'll get a chance to return the favour.  Some day.
Robhartach: The more I'm here the more I feel like we should do as little hurt as possible.  These fey don't seem like the sort to forgive or forget.
Laidir: There's a point in that.  Who knows what allies that winter sprite had, that might've come after us
Kegain: Well it can't be wrong to defend ourselves!
Robhartach: Certainly not
Kegain: Not like it gave us a choice...
Laidir: Anyway, we better find the woodsman's hut. The chill is getting bad here.
Robhartach: and if it comes back again I'll happily knock it on its back.  But I don't know; It's like something's telling me to leave it be if possible (hugs himself and shudders a bit).

[ooc][spoiler]1:10 pm Laidir: ooc: guess we're walkign down the path, looking for the house?
1:10 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: do you continue on the path?
1:11 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: lol
1:11 pm Wyrgan: ooc: that's my plan - though I have to leave reatively soon, feel free to go on for a bit without me though[/spoiler][/ooc]

Wyrgan continues along the path, eyes peeled for the woodsman's house.  You continue onward down the path, for some time. The cold is biting.

[ooc][spoiler]1:15 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: Make Fortitude saves against exposure
1:16 pm Laidir: !roll 1d20
1:16 pm isobot: 2
1:16 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Survival checks can be applied to this as well
1:16 pm Laidir: ooc: oh great my turn catching the cold
1:16 pm Wyrgan: !roll 1d20+1
1:16 pm isobot: 2
1:16 pm Wyrgan: ooc: wow
1:16 pm Robhartach: !roll 1d20+4
1:16 pm isobot: 6
1:17 pm Robhartach: (survival)
1:17 pm Robhartach: ooc: oh well lol
1:17 pm Robhartach: !roll 1d20+4
1:17 pm isobot: 7
1:17 pm Robhartach: ooc: I call shenanigans
1:17 pm Robhartach: ooc: lol
1:18 pm Robhartach: ooc: we just rolled a 1 a 2 and a 3 in a row hahaha
1:18 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Now Kegain needs to roll a 4
1:21 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: !roll 1d6
1:21 pm isobot: 2
1:21 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: All those who have rolled saves so far suffer 2 points of nonlethal cold damage.
1:21 pm Kegain: ooc: sorry, roll what?
1:21 pm Kegain: ooc: fort save?
1:21 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Fort vs. cold exposure, yeah
1:21 pm Kegain: !roll 1d20+7
1:21 pm isobot: 12
1:21 pm Kegain: ooc: hmph
1:21 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: 2 points of nonlethal cold damage, Kegain[/spoiler][/ooc]

Kegain:   (Rubbing his arms) It's so cold.     

Wyrgan suffers silently. His teeth chatter despite his attempted stoicism.  Robhartach looks around for some dry wood

[ooc][spoiler]1:22 pm Wyrgan: ooc: k I g2g guys
1:22 pm Wyrgan: ooc: feel free to go on a bit without me[/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach: no good looking for a place

Along the path up ahead of you, you see another patch of forest. Perhaps that is where your hunstman lives

[ooc][spoiler]1:22 pm Wyrgan: ooc: cheers!
1:22 pm *** Wyrgan quit (Quit: )[/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach heads for the forest but is now looking for dry tinder and some appropriate larger pieces of wood

[ooc][spoiler]1:23 pm Robhartach: !roll 1d20
1:23 pm isobot: 6
1:23 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: You can make a search check, but until you get into the forest, the snow will make that difficult
1:24 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: 6 isn't going to cut it[/spoiler][/ooc]

Laidir: Come on, Rob. The woodsman's hut could be nearby. Let's not waste time.

[ooc][spoiler]1:24 pm Robhartach: ooc: is search under perception
1:24 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: I never have gotten the hang of those all being one skill
1:25 pm Robhartach: ooc: so that was a 9 but anyhow I'll wait until we're in the forest and try again[/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach: If we don't find his cabin this cold will kill us.  We need warmth.
Laidir: Better to look for the house first. We'll find firewood in the forest if not the cabin.

You reach the woods, stumbling and shivering, but intact.  The tree canopy provides some shelter from the wind, and the snow is less thick on the ground in here.  Robhartach goes about looking around for tinder and wood.  Laidir presses on forward, hoping to catch sight of the house

[ooc][spoiler]1:29 pm Robhartach: !roll 1d20+3
1:29 pm isobot: 18
1:30 pm *** limetom joined #celtricia[/spoiler][/ooc]

While much of the wood is wet from the snow, you find some sizable fallen branches at the edges of the path that are suitable. They are enough to make a small and short-lived fire.  Not enough to last you long, but perhaps enough to get over the damage the cold has done so far.  You can see more viable branches, but these lie further in. You could not fetch these without leaving the path.

Robhartach: We'll continue on for a few but if we don't find anything I'm lighting us a fire

Robhartach picks up some wetter branches as well to dry while the fire burns

[ooc][spoiler]1:33 pm Robhartach: ooc: will continue along the path for awhile, if we don't find the cabin I'll light us a fire
1:35 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: Make perception checks
1:35 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: again.
1:35 pm Laidir: !roll 1d20
1:35 pm isobot: 4
1:36 pm Robhartach: !roll 1d20+3
1:36 pm isobot: 14
1:36 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: I'll roll for SP
1:37 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: !roll 1d20+3
1:37 pm isobot: 16
1:37 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Kegain?
1:38 pm Kegain: ooc: sorry sec
1:38 pm Kegain: !roll 1d20
1:38 pm isobot: 6[/spoiler]
[/ooc]
Though it does not come on you quite so quickly in the woods, the cold does slowly creep into you.  There are no signs of a hut as far as you can see. The path does bend at the edge of your vision, however.  Robhartach stops.  Kegain tilts his head to the side

Kegain: Should we keep going?
Robhartach: ok I think its time to stop
Laidir: This wood is pretty large
Robhartach: it might be around the corner, it might be a long hike in.  And I'm freezing.
Laidir: It could take long to find the cabin

Robhartach sets down the bundle of wood and works about making a small fire

[ooc][spoiler]1:42 pm Robhartach: ooc: gonna take 20 on the fire[/spoiler][/ooc]

Robhartach: laidir, kegain see if you can find us some more wood
Laidir: Aye.  Let us hope that the fire burns hot. And that nothing nasty is drawn to us by its presense.

Laidir sets out to collect some more wood

[ooc][spoiler]1:44 pm Robhartach: ooc: let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed </gandalf>
1:44 pm Laidir: ooc: you have memorized lines from LoTR?
1:45 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Let's hunt some orc! </epic>[/spoiler][/ooc]

The wood takes long to catch fire, but ultimately you get a small blaze going.  Robhartach sets about keeping the fire going, adding some of the wetter wood onto it to dry and light itself with time.  Laidir and Kegain return with enough wood to keep the fire going for a few hours.  Laidir huddles by the fire, bent and arms crossed.

[ooc][spoiler]1:48 pm Robhartach: ooc: good place to stop?
1:48 pm Seraphine_Harmonium: ooc: Sure
1:49 pm Laidir: ooc: good to stop since SP isn't here anymore[/spoiler][/ooc][/ic]

[Seraph]

It sounds as if we are going to have to find a new time to play, seeing as the school year is starting, and people have class.  I am calling on everyone to present their schedules anew, so that we can find another time in which to play.

I am currently free:

Monday:  All day
Tuesday -Friday: Until  8 pm EST
Saturday & Sunday: Not available

[TheMeanestGuest]

Might be able to swing Thursday or Friday, either before 4 at some point or after 5.

[Steerpike]

Thursdays after 5:30 EST or before 2 EST I am available and Fridays either after 6:30 EST or before 4 EST.

I'm also available all day Tuesdays.

[Ghostman]

As it looks right now for me, Mondays and Tuesdays will be bad for any game that runs past 5 EST. Wednesdays I should be available from 3 EST on, and Thursdays from 4 EST on. Fridays is taken up by the CE game, and I really don't have time for anything before that one.

[Steerpike]

Ghostman, I *think* we'd more or less settled on Wednesday for CE - you affirmed that would be OK in the Character Creation thread.

Damn, scheduling is tough...

[Seraph]

Alright, well, I will look at the schedules and see what we've got.  Regardless, there will NOT be a game tomorrow, in case anyone thought otherwise.

[Steerpike]

So, any word on when the game will be?

[Seraph]

Looks like either Thursdays or Fridays.  Ghostman seemed concerned about CE being on Fridays, so just to be crystal clear, is that taking place on Fridays or not?

Right now, the only times that appear to work, unless I missed a conflict, or a new one has come up, are

THUR: 6pm EST (3pm PST)-8pm EST (5pm PST)
FRI: 12pm EST (9 am PST)-4pm EST (1pm PST)
&
FRI: 7pm EST (4pm PST)-8pm EST (5pm PST)

I am currently leaning towards Thursdays as the more comfortable time slot.