Reign Of Winter

Scram & Brother - A Wild Tale

April 21 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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The air was crisp and cold when Scram awoke. Frost covered the ground below the tree hut he had constructed deep within the forest to the south and west of Heldren. The strange thing about this frost was that it was way past time for it. Spring had arrived in Taldor, and rarely did frost creep this far south during this time of year. Even brother seemed perplexed by the frost that covered the forest floor. Brother leaped from the hut to check it out, rubbing his nose into the foliage. When his head lifted, icy flakes stuck to his nose and face. He looked up playfully at Scram, pawing away the icy glaze.

Quickly and suddenly a flock of birds took flight as if disturbed from their rest by some unknown force. A heard of deer sprung into view, bouncing away through the woods, only stopping for a moment when they felt the presence of the jungle cat.

Attuned to the natural world around him, scram felt a disturbance in the forest, as if the forest itself cried for help.

April 24 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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Scram drops down from his tree hut (little more than an improvised lean to) into a crouch, closes his eyes and puts his hands on the ground, letting the forest’s energy flow through him, trying to sense where the disturbance is coming from. Brother, we look. Knowledge (Nature): 16 Perception: 12 Survival: 23

April 25 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Gaining great insight from his surroundings, Scram quickly discerns that the activity seems to be originating from the direction of the lodge within the forest. The air coming from the direction of the lodge even seems colder than the rest as if some cold winter storm was moving in. Even as he peered deeper within the forest in that direction,looking down the wooded trail, Scram could make out tiny white flecks in the air. Snow?.. It couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be … How?

April 25 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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Scram put his hand down to call Brother over, and begins moving down the trail towards the lodge.

April 25 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Scram knew the trail well. He had moved along the trail in and out of the woods several times. The Taldan rangers called it High Sentinel Lodge. It did sit high upon a hill overlooking the gorge where the river ran wild and fast. Scram had observed the lodge from a distance, overhearing the rangers conversations and watching them with some level of fascination. They seemed a decent group of humans, but Scram wasn’t taking any chances. One time, a group of Taldan rangers had nearly tracked him down and exposed his hideout location. After that, Scram had kept a better distance.

As Brother approached the head of the trail that branched off to lead to the top of the lodge he stopped abruptly, his fur stood up on end and he looked up into the trees, uncertain of what was there. The air here was even more crisp; in fact, the bite from the air started to give Scram shivers as he approached Brother.

April 25 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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What wrong?, Scram whispered quietly, reaching out with his senses (Perception: 8) and quietly casting Detect Magic.

April 25 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Scanning the treeline with his keen senses, Scram could not pick out anything within the trees above. Frustrated, he began speaking the words of a familiar spell; one to reveal the very unexplainable fabric of the universe. His eyes glowed with a mysterious light as he once again scanned the forest canopy for any sign of a disturbance. His eyes peered further within the canopy. Suddenly, two, no three bright balls of light fluttered about the trees. An eerie and distant laughter seemed to echo within his ears, almost childlike, yet with a mischievous tone. The lights raced around, the leaves of the trees seemed to frost over and became covered in ice as the figures flitted from branch to branch, paying little attention to Scram and his companion panther. As quickly as the lights appeared, the scattered away, further into the forest.

April 26 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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Wondering what the creatures could be, Scram continued down the trail toward the lodge, Brother padding along next to him. Hopefully, those rangers would be more tolerant than his village had been. Regardless, Scram needed to find out if they knew anything about what was happening in HIS forest.

April 26 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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The lodge was teeming with activity. The rangers acted as if they prepared for war. Many worked to erect barricades along the bridge side of the lodge. Others prepared traps and other forms of defense. A group of rangers whittled crude tieless arrows from tree branches or crude spears from larger logs. Smoke rose from within the lodge itself, a smell of tar and earth filled Scrams sensitive nose. Scram approached from the trail side, cautiously. Two rangers dug a pit trap close to where the trail approached the lodge. They were covering up the hole with sticks and leaves. The snow was much heavier here and the temperature has dropped below zero. The rangers wear cloaks to provide some protection from the cold, however they still appear affected by the cold weather. They looked up as Scram approached, alerted to his presence (rangers:perception 14 – I assume Scram and Brother are not attempting to sneak but rather approach cautiously).

>> Scram and brother will need to make 1 fortitude save each from the cold weather here. Scram can have a +2 modifier for fur.

April 26 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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(Approaching cautiously but not sneaking is correct). Scram Fortitude: 23 Brother Fortitude: 8

What happen? Why cold?

April 26 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Brother is beginning to whimper from the cold. He shivers as the icy winds pick up. Shaking his head and rubbing up Scram, Brother tries to warm his frozen nose. ( brother takes 2 non-lethal damage from the cold).

The Taldan rangers wave at scram, motioning him to stop. The throw down some last coverings on the pit trap. The snow is falling more steadily and the surface of the pit trap cover already begins to disappear in a thin blanket of snow. They approach the half-Orc, one ranger looks around to check for any other visitors while the other addresses Scram. He speaks in a simple orcish dialect, unsure if Scram understands much of the common tongue. “Be at peace friend”, he begins. “A strange event is taking place beyond the ridge. We have sent our scouts to investigate, but none so far have returned. We prepare for a great battle here. One of our agents within the ranks of rhokar’s army has informed us he has allied with some strange group of creatures with intent to overtake the lodge. As for the weather, we believe we are at the edge of some magical event. We know you live within these woods and have observed you for some time. We do not wish to involve you, but the fate of the Forest itself hangs in the balance. Prepare yourself for a great evil my friend”.

April 26 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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Scram hugs Brother close, responding in Orcish (which doesn’t seem to be much better than his Common), “My forest. I protect. Where evil? What glowy light creatures?”

April 28 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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“Oh”, the ranger replies. "You must have seen some of the fey creatures. They have been flying about the forest, weaving something magical in the forest. Best not to mess with them. One of our brothers climbed a tree and tried to catch one in a net, and they wove some powerful spell of lights and he fell to the ground from the tree and broke his arm. We thought he was dead at first, but he slowly regained consciousness. " The ranger studied Scram for a minute. " I think this evil may be beyond all of us."

After a pause, as if thinking something over, he says wait here. He runs into the lodge and returns shortly after. “If we are going to fight this, we are going to need help. None of us can face this alone. Our lodgemaster has constructed a message to deliver to Zimar, but we have no-one to send it until fortifications are done. Do you think you could deliver this to someone in Heldren. Their name is written on the parchment. All you would have to do is hand it to anyone in town and they should help you. The parchment is stamped with the official seal of the Taldor rangers. See.” He shows the sealed parchment to Scram. The wax seal imprinted with the offical seal of Taldor, not that Scram knows about such things. “Please .. you would be considered a friend to the rangers and should you return, you would always have a place here.”

April 28 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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Scram takes the message, suspiciously. “What mean friend? That like Brother?” There is no word in Orcish for friend, and no one in Scram’s life had ever used the word around him.

April 28 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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“Uh .. Yes. Like you and your companion wildcat. Friends can trust each other; help each other; protect each other.” The ranger held out the parchment, nodded. " friend"

April 28 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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Scram takes the parchment and reaches out, petting the ranger’s head. “Thank you… friend. I help. What name I give?” Scram screws up his face, looking at the funny squiggles on the parchment.

April 29 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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“Iona Teppin”, the ranger replies. “She is the mayor if Heldren, the town to the northeast. She welcomes all so she will see you. She is a friend.”

April 29 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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“Come, Brother.” Scram turns to face precisely northeast (Know Direction) and starts walking.

April 30 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Following known trails, scram and brother moved quickly through the woods, the parchment tucked inside a small pack carried by the half-Orc Druid. It would be miles before they reached the town, perhaps two or three days through difficult forest trails and terrain. Luckily, scram was accustomed to this type of landscape and made quick progress. As darkness approached, scram climbed up a tree to rest. Brother eyed a sturdy branch and with one leap, found a comfortable spot to watch out and protect his best friend from danger. ( Erik. This is a good chance for you to expand you character on the way to Heldren. You can become the storyteller and I will continue moving it along where appropriate)

May 01 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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On a normal day, Scram would hunt, forage, and play with Brother. Now, however, purpose drives his steps. He must get to Heldren and find this Yuna Tempin.

(There’s not really a whole lot for me to do on the way to town… hike, hunt, forage, camp, repeat… maybe some whittling at camp, I’d like to work in a craft, but didn’t have enough skill points)

May 02 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Upon arriving at the edge of town, scram approached a wooden cabin in the edge of the woods. Smoke rose from the chimney of the cabin. A tall older man chopped wood and piled the pieces along the side of the cabin. He seemed not to notice scram and whistled an unfamiliar tune.

May 02 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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Scram walks straight up to the man, says “I un a temp in.” and waits patiently for directions. Brother sits by his side, growling slightly.

May 02 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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The man stops chopping and looks up at Scram. Sensing he is in no real danger, although suspiciously eyeing Brother, he brings the axe down to rest inside a stump; The handle sticking up in the air for ease of access. “What was that my forest friend? I’m an old man but I swear that was neither common nor orcish. Perhaps the hidden language of the forest? Could you repeat it once more for my old grey ears?”

May 02 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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Scram scratches his head and thinks for a moment. “Iuna Tempin? Oh….” Scram shows the man the parchment.

May 03 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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“Oh, councillor Teppin”. The old man takes the parchment. He turns it over in his hands studying the seal. “This is the seal of the Taldor rangers? This must be important. Where did you get this? Are you a friend of the rangers?”

May 03 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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Scram nods emphatically. “Me friend. Evil forest. Me protect. Who count sell her? Where? Need find.”

May 03 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Handing the parchment back to Scram, the huntsman says, “Follow me. I’ll take you right to her. Nobody will bother you if I’m with you. I”ll be your friend in town. Ok?"

May 03 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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Scram reaches out and pets the man’s head. “Ok, we friends now. I follow.”

May 05 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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The huntsman and Scram walk quickly through the trail, emerging near the Armory. The dirt path winds its way up a log will west of town. The tower is about 30 feet high with battlements on its roof and arrow slits along the walls. As they pass, the huntsman notices Scram looking over at the tall building. "Don’t worry, my friend. It’s completely empty inside, just stairs and some old arms and armor. I doubt anyone has really been in there for ages. There used to be a soldier from Zimar posted in the tower, but the Taldor rangers did such a good job protecting the forest, and there is not much to do here. When coin got redirected to the war, they never bothered to send a replacement .. We just keep an old bell up there in case of emergency although it’s probably rusted completely through .. " They kept walking and the man continued his story while Scram tried to keep up with his tale, although only understanding bits and pieces.

Eventually they make their way into town, past a few buildings and shoppes. An apothecary to the south and a Smithy to the north. As they passed by, a woman with long locks waved and hollered out at the huntsman. He waved back and returned a smile, but they continued to make haste down the main thoroughfare (if you could call it that). The dirt had given way to cobble, but " nothing like the impressive streets of Oppara", the man remarked. They passed into the major town square and the Huntsman brought Scram to a set of stairs leading to a tall building. It seemed rather grand for a village of this size and even had a mechanical device above it. “That’s the clock. Orillus keeps it going day and night. Not all towns have one of those you know. Orillus installed a second alarm in there to muster the militia in case of attack, although we don’t really have much of one these days. I used to be a part of it, until I got a case of oldtimer’s bones.” The huntsman laughed heartily at himself at this comment, glancing over at Scram, who just stared blankly.

“Alright, I can see I’m boring you with an old man’s tales. Well .. here we are.” He opened the door to the town hall, ushering the half-orc to step inside.

May 05 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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“New friend talk lot.” Scram steps warily inside, ducking under the door frame. His hand is resting on Brother’s head, although it is not clear who is reassuring whom. Scram looks around for someone counting things.

May 06 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Simril leads the druid inside the main chamber of the Town hall and approached a woman behind a desk directly within. He explained the situation and requested to meet with Ionna immediately. She nodded, calling over a young boy who took direction from her and disappeared quickly up a set of stairs. Moments later he returned. “Ionna will see you now. Follow me.”

May 06 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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Scram follows, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. After never receiving any kindness from anyone, all this lack of hostility makes him confused, and wary.

May 06 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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They entered a small chamber off a hallway at the top of the stairs. A large desk inside the room took up much of the space. Papers were arranged on the desk in stacks and an ink pen sat inside an inkwell over to one side. A middle aged woman, with kind eyes sat behind the desk and welcomed her guests with a smile.

“Well hello Simril, it is good to see you .. and this must be ..” she paused, looking at the half-orc with a sort of empty expression, realizing she actually had no idea who he was. “Are you a Taldor … ranger? I am Ionna Teppin, town councelor.” She extended her hand in a greeting to Scram.

May 06 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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Scram looks down at the hand way below his head. Aha, here is the treatment I am used to. Scram takes a knee to rub his head against her hand. Getting back to his feet, he says coldly, “Nice forest people ask me give you this. I want protect forest.” and hands her the message. Looking around, “Why you count papers?”

May 07 (3 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Ionna glances over at Simril with a questioning glance. She returns her gaze to the half-orc, smiling and this time speaking very carefully. "I have no idea why I count the papers. Its a really good question. " Reaching for the parchement she continues, “Thank you. What is your name?” She takes the parchment and begins to remove the seal.

May 07 (3 months ago)
Erik L.
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“I called Scram.” Brother, sensing Scram’s displeasure, growls deep in his throat, not threateningly (yet), just making sure she knows he’s there.

May 07 (2 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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“It is so nice to have you. This letter you gave me is very important. I am going to send a messenger to Taldor immediately on horseback. I expect it will take a few days, but I believe we will recieve aid from a city nearby called Zimar. While we wait, you are our guest here. Perhaps Simril can provide some lodging for you until we can work together to save the forest. The forest is my friend too.”

Simril nods in aggreement. “Scram, you can stay with me .. and .. Brother too ok. We can wait in the forest for help from Zimar and take that help back to the Rangers. What do you say?”

May 07 (2 months ago)
Erik L.
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Scram thinks about it. The old lady seems nice, even if she was demeaning to me at first. If she really is a friend of the forest, I suppose we can work with her, and the old man and the rangers were nice to me, and they trust her. I guess it couldn’t hurt to try. “Ok. Where your tree?”

May 08 (2 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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Scram and the old huntsman head down the steps of the Town Hall. “There are many trees out back of my cabin Scram, and any one would make a nice place to rest.” He offers, realizing Scram may be more comfortable in the forest. “Although, I do have a spare room. Godric is staying in it, he’s a friend to the forest as well. You might enjoy some company and another friend. There is a soft bed and a warm fire and a place for Brother to curl up and sleep”

May 08 (2 months ago)
Erik L.
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“Brother and I no like walls, beds. We sleep trees. Thank you.”

May 10 (2 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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“Your choice my friend. Help yourself to some hot soup from the stove before you rest if you want. You can join us at the table for dinner. Its our custom here to eat with friends.”

May 10 (2 months ago)
Erik L.
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“You have meat for Brother?”

May 10 (2 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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“Of course .. I have the remains of a fresh deer kill. We do not like to waste any of it. I’m sure Brother would find plenty of meat there. Unless he prefers cooked food?” He glances at the large cat.

May 10 (2 months ago)
Erik L.
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“No cook, raw. Me, small cook.”

May 13 (2 months ago)
Casey C. Mentor
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The group sit down for a meal together, the cat feasting on the remains of the deer carcass, licking his lips in satisfaction. Scram is given some rare deer steak and a bowl of piping hot soup. Godric and Simril ask questions of Scram. Wondering where he came from and how he came to live in the Border woods. They ask about the Taldor rangers and the strange beings Scram witnessed. All in all, they have a very enjoyable meal together; a first for the half-orc druid, to be invited to partake with friends. After dinner, Simril removes a collar from a desk drawer. "This belonged to my best friend, a wolf named Parrish. He died many years ago of old age, and I didn’t have the heart or determination to replace him. I think that you might find that this may bring Brother luck and old age as it did for Parrish. He presents this gift to Scram, bowing before him.

THIS ENDS THIS STORYLINEFURTHER ADVENTURES FOR SCRAM AND BROTHER AWAIT
Reward SCRAM 300 XP and Gain +2 Insight bonus to percieve Fey Creatures as well as a +2 diplomacy bonus with Taldor Rangers

Should Scram accept the gift, it is a collar of resistance and acts as the cloak with the same name.

May 13 (2 months ago)
Erik L.
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Scram bows his head and takes the collar. “Brother wear, honor Parrish.”

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