After 350 years of blizzards and crushing ice, there is a slight lull in winter's fury, as if Mulcarn is distracted by something. The Children of Kylorin the last great Archmage take up their swords and seek to bring about The Thaw and save mankind!
...heart pounding, head throbing, fingers numb. Ovind of the Sabertooth Clan hasn't given up her chase for days. Her family is captured or dead, and the only one that can save them now is her, her and the Elk Tribe of the Amurites.
A terrible snow storm has pasted by to the north traveling west to east, and that distraction has bought the woman-warrior some time. Time enough to escape the roaving bands of Doveillo that now march on the unsuspecting Elk Tribe to the southeast.
Her skis slide over the snowy terrain leaving obvious tracks behind her, but what choice does she have? There is no time to be careful, not if she wants to save her Family. How much farther? A day perhaps two. She spots a rocky outcropping on the horizon coming closer and closer as she travels. Perhaps she can find a place to rest there for a few hours to regain her strength.
Welcome TetNak to the AoI: Children of Kylorin games! This is the solo for Ovind his character. We meet her in action! I hope to move this solo quickly along and join up the other threads soon.
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"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
Øvind digs her poles into the snow, pushing her up to the crest of a hill. She stops, taking a few seconds to remove the snow stuck to her goggles. Her body turns, looking over her shoulder as if expecting something to be behind her.
The Doveillo could be anywhere and she probably would not see them. The snow is too heavy.
The Sabertooth tribesmen plants her poles in the ground and pushes off down the hill. She tucks the poles underneath her armpits, soaring down quickly as her knees bend and head ducks. When the ground begins to flatten her constant motion of cross country skiing continues. Her goal; the rocky outcropping, she cannot keep up this pace forever.
"Kings have no friends, only subjects and enemies."
The wind whips around Øvind as she races down the hill to the flats. Pumping her arms the Sabertooth Clanswoman has lkept up this pace for too long. She must pause to rest and so she makes for the rocks. It takes her another ten minutes but she is nearly there. On the far side of the rocks she can make out some trees, but the rocky rise stands between her and them so she skis closer and closer.
The effort finally catches up with her and she slumps with fatigue to the ground at the base of the rocks. Almost like steps the rocks rise up above Øvind into the air about fifteen feet. She lays there a moment...
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
Her breathing finally slows after resting for a few moments. Øvind unlatches her skis and hooks them to her back, a task she has done thousands of times before. She considers quickly scaling the rocks as she replaces her poles as well, but then decides to be careful.
Øvind slings off her pack and opens it. She hunts for a few moments, then pulls out her set of crampons. The barbarian than closes the pack and quickly begins to set them upon her feet.
Now, finally, Øvind turns and begins to slowly climb the rocks to get a better view of her surroundings.
"Kings have no friends, only subjects and enemies."
The woman warrior removes her skis with practiced motion and ease after a few minutes of resting. Going into her pack she produces a set of climbing spikes for her books made from tooth and bone. The crampons will help her scale the rock with ease. With her gear on her back again she starts up the rocks, scaling them like stairs for some Frost Giant's castle. Up five, then ten, then fifteen feet high she pauses and places a mitten hand to her brow and gazes out at the tundra around her.
Snow swept plains and low rolling hills is most of what she sees. Like a desert but instead of sand its snow all around. However to the east small wooded areas dot the landscape as you look into the lands of the Elk. To the north east a long line of something else comes into view -- Doviello war parties! There must be a few thousand of the Doveillo gathered along a strung out line of camps encircling the elk lands. Their herds of yak behind them for supplies and food, the slave trains are someplace mixed in there, and someplace her family must be struggling to survive there as well. The Doveillo war parties are miles away however, and they are small glittering and flapping figures in the distance.
Just to the east, only some fifty or so feet away is one of those wooded patches. With keen ears Øvind turns from her scale of the horizon to the present and up close. Something just broke a branche in the densest layer of the forest. Drop to one knee on instinct the woman hunter gazes into the forest, and can see half a dozen shaggy forms moving through the trees toward her position!
Spot/Listen successes.
You can't tell what is coming yet, but you have 1 round if you wanted to do something then I'll be rolling initiative.
You can't tell what the Red Icons are yet cause of the trees which are 15-25 feet tall each. You are 15ft off the ground as per the level designation lines on the rocks.
The trees provide both cover and concealment.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
Øvind drops prone, hoping she might not be seen, but keeps toward the edge of the rocks so she can in fact spot what is coming from the wooded area. The Sabertooth woman leaves nothing to chance, jerking her heavy boomerang from her belt, ready to throw it at whatever comes into view.
Drop Prone/Draw Heavy Boomerang
"Kings have no friends, only subjects and enemies."
The Sabertooth Clan woman drops prone and draws her heavy boomerang, the weapon is fairly exotic, used by her clan and some of the other more barbaric clans that wander near the wastes of Mulcarn. She lays there hoping to not have been see as she spys on the forest figures.
Half a dozen heavily clad figures come out of the tree line, pausing at the edge of the snow. They are Doviello men, there is no doubt. Its a scouting party. Each of them is drapped from head to toe in thick wolf, bear, elk, sabertooth tiger, or mammoth hides. They are nearly inhuman to look at, as their faces are covered in the fur masks of their kills, their helmets are the skull of beasts they have slain. They carry long spears in their hands, and have bone or stone clubs and axes as backup weapons. Snowshoes adorn their feet. They stop along the edge of the forest and scan the horizon, and the rocks that Ovind is perched on.
One grunts another, and lifts a hand to point right at the woman's prone form. You've been spotted....
Round 1 Ovind 18.3, Doveillo 11.1
Before the Doviello Scouts can even realize their companion is pointing at Ovind, the woman warrior reacts...
Doviello Icons
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
Øvind immediately kips up to her feet, rears back, and throws the boomerang off the top of the rock and toward the nearest Doviello. Her face is set with anger and hate, knowing these beats are responsible for her family's fate.
Stand. Throw boomerang at #2. Favored Enemy. Point Blank Shot
"Kings have no friends, only subjects and enemies."
Øvind kips up to her feet in the blink of an eye. The woman cocks his arm back and huffs the heavy boomerang down the rocks at the men below pointing up at her. The heavy wooden device makes a *whoomp-whoomp* noise as it flies true striking the man right in the forehead! The doviello staggers backwards and falls on his ass in the snow. His head is rining, a huge welt appears in seconds on his head where his bone helm is cracks and split. If not for the 'armored' head piece the man would likely already be dead.
You aren't at point blank range (less than 30ft). In fact you are 50ft, meaning you are 2 Range Increments 0-20, 21-40 (-2), 41-60 (-4) So you suffer attack penalaties for range. Thankfully they are still flat footed (but no Sneak Attack cause you aren't at 30ft or less).
Ovind: Stand, Hvy Boomerang #2: Range (-4) 14 Hit for 5 +2 Favored Enemy =7
The Boomerang doesn't return, since it hit its target.
The other scouts realize what just happened, and spot the woman on the rocks. "Keeel her!" one of them screams and they charge forward from their hiding place along the tree line. In a random rough shot style they throw their spears up at the woman perched on the rocks. The edge and angle gives her some cover that she puts to good use. Five spears come flying toward the woman, three of them strike the stone well below Ovind's feet. Another one flies high and wide, close to the Sabertooth clanswoman. Another is right on target until she bats it down with her light shield. The spear strikes the shield and leaves a few splinters broken off. The sixth spear never flies as the wounded man tries to get up from his injury and catches it on an overhanging tree branch. He some how manages to slip again and wacks himself with the butt of the spear. Totally stunned now, his head ringing, the beastly man just sits there in shock.
All Move and then Throw
Dovielo #1 11 Miss
Dovielo #2 "1" Fumble Chance (4 Fumble) Stunned 1 Round
Dovielo #3 9 Miss
Dovielo #4 11 Miss
Dovielo #5 18 Miss
Dovielo #6 17 Miss
Round 2 Round 1 Øvind 18.3, Doveillo 11.1
Øvind...
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
Øvind draws deep from the power of Junil, causing the snow at the Doviello to grow blood red, radiating a sickness that any passing through could succumb to the illness that lies in wait.
Cast Blood Snow (I should be able to get everyone but #2. 20 ft/Lvl. Spell is in Frostburn
1d2 Con Damage
Nauseated
Fort Negates
Basically, I have it start at 1 and go E 1, then down to E of 6. That's 60 feet of snow. Then I have it jut out to get #3
"Kings have no friends, only subjects and enemies."
...heart pounding, head throbing, fingers numb. Ovind of the Sabertooth Clan hasn't given up her chase for days. Her family is captured or dead, and the only one that can save them now is her, her and the Elk Tribe of the Amurites.
