Age of Ice and Blood: A Pathfinder System Heroic Fantasy Quest

Thirty Seventh Day of Elnu-Hamba (Elnu Descendent), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)

"Perhaps not all spirits would find sympathy for the thief..." you begin, but Esha shakes her head, guessing your mind.

"How many ascents of the seasons do you have to spare looking? No, we are lucky to have found this place, much less would we be able to know foe from friend in good time before the Marcella's sails should bear us off. A thief is a thief and a cheat a cheat, best to get our own back lest we be hounded by the like for years to come. We bear many treasures and it would suit us ill to let it be known that they are free for the taking for every scoundrel who dares the deed." As she speaks she leans on her staff as though for emphases, no less a thing of magic than Tom's spear and one which had served her and you all well.

"So then let us seek a parley," you reason. "If words should fail swords may speak, but it rarely works the other way once blood had been spilled."

"Hold, hold a moment, I think I might have the answer to your riddle my lord!"

"Well?" you ask unable to keep the impatience from your voice. The scholar is wise as he was learned does have a way of complicating matters.

"The boar kin, they would have reason to think kindly of us for all their debt is paid and they knew enough of the fey to lead us to the eldest among them."

"But aren't they friends with this lot?" Tom asks, giving the thorny flowers the same look he would a coiled snake. "They might sell us out and then we would be meetin' these spirits in their time an' not ours."

"Knowing where to find someone does not mean you count his boon companion, and if nothing else I think we have earned a fair hearing and no news of our coming to our foes."

Thus you ride away from the passage into the realm of your foes and back among the laurel leaves where the growing bounty of the forest is richest... to a village you had helped to keep from ruin once before.


Were it not for Silver's sure step you might have lost your way under the rustling leaves. "You never forget the place nor the time of your waking," he says just as by evening's light you lay eyes on a familiar sight, a reddish boar shuffling at the edge of the path, his eyes bright with wit beyond any mere beast.

"Hail Uhumbi, how go the paths of the people in the Year that Was?" you ask, recalling something of the customs of his folk.

"As well as can be in times when the storm comes from earth and sea," he replies, taking on mannish guise once more before your eyes. You are rather proud of the fact that you do not flinch nor does your smile waver at the sight of two shapes that could not be less alike somehow existing in the same place.

"Storm from the Earth?" Zaia asks curious as ever as soon as all your companions had bit their own greetings. The warrior of the People does not seem overly surprised at the sight of Swift Pebble and he offers a wary look of respect to wanderer which the Knikut warrior returns unsmiling in the manner of his folk.

"Much that once slept is waking, to make or to break to peace or to war we do not yet know..." he trails off. "A poor place to speak of such things, come to the village and have meat and salt with us and we shall speak of what brought you here."

What do you do?

[] Offer some compensation for aid against the thief
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[] Ask only for information about the local fey then you will be on your way

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OOC: The reason I closed this with a even vote, besides finally wanting to get a second update in a day, was that I figured just looking for fey would not really wok in good time, so I rolled to see if anyone remembered the People and their fey connections. If the roll had failed I would have defaulted to making signs asking for parley.