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

Thirty First of Olweje-eza (Olweje Ascendant), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)

It is odd passing through the straights, between the familiar peaks, and for once it is not because of what one might find on land or sea. It is odd because you are both standing on the deck of the Marcella and inside the narrow belly of an Anwari Longship or at least so your eyes insist. Others see different visions, a galley of this city or that near at hand, even a reed fishing boat for this is not glamor that befuddles the eye but deception of the mind that to each shows what they expect, taking that from their own minds as surely as Swift Pebble can hear when she is called.

Speaking of the otter-kin she has of late been spending much of her time in watch, answering when she is called and taking time to help the children adapt to life among those who mean them well, but otherwise seeming to retreat into her own mind for hours on end looking out over the waters to the North. Once you are past the Mouth of the World she stops looking, but that does not mean she returns to her usual good cheer, instead spending much time with Mog. She had been asking for armor fit for her kindred and if the smith can make it. You wish that there was something you could say, but you no as much as anyone who has seen battle that is is the nearness of death and not the sweetness of victory that makes better soldiers.

All the while the weather remains mild enough to almost draw a suspicious eye, a barely enough squalls to ruffle the gull's feathers as Inge put it, but none of you are going to argue with good fortune...


First of Olweje-hamba (Olweje Descendent), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)

It is only on the first night of Summer Descending, barely three days out from Orinilu that the otter on watch spies something of note, not on the sea, but on the land, fire staining the sky red and orange on the horizon. "There's too much of it to be some camp on the shore even if the whole thing is alight," Tom says, already armed and armored unlike your bleary eyed self. "That's a village being raided, one of the Shore Sworn's."

"Likely as not but not one that is sworn to aid Wayfarer's Rest," Antonio says. "We could be walking into some feud between the landed Lords with our dicks out and asking to have 'em chopped off."

When Zaia turns his wince into a shake of the head. "It is the custom of these shores that the shipwrecked be given succor. It would not be hard to argue that by the will of the gods..." here he glances towards Inge. "We sought to aid in turn those in desperate need."

Over the calm water the sounds of battle ring, distant perhaps, but all too filled with the pain and the rage of lives at their end

What do you do?

[] This is none of your affair, depart

[] You will not leave any of the Shore Sworn to be slaughtered, perhaps it will gain you allies, but even if it does not you would count it a thing well done in its own right
-[] Write in who do you take with you

[] Write in

OOC: Since it is dark Inge's spell cannot really see what's going on in any detail. You guys could of course send scouts in normally, but that would risk them getting hurt since it is the middle of a battle.

First of Olweje-hamba (Olweje Descendent), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)

Fingers of black iron snap with a click and syllables of seeming nonsense whisper from Mog's lips. What kindled the light you could not say and are not sure you want to. It smells of brimstone and rancid oil, but it shines bright that you cannot deny. Brighter than any torch it is on the white wings of the gull and far see the eyes atop the mast from the top of the mast.

"It's the herdsmen, the riders of the horned beasts!" Inge calls down with Swift Pebble's aid. Between thew girl and the otter-kin the proper names of things are lost, but nothing of the horror of what is unfolding along the shore "There's two score of them down among the village, burning and looting as they go. they have broken the back of the warriors of the land and they are just taking what they want by blood and fire, what they want and who!"

"There is a rider at their head stronger than the others upon an elk white as snow and he bears a lance of black iron, at his back the standard of a tree struck by lightning."

The warlord is running down the last of the village's defenders at the very door of their granary even as flaming arrows arc though the night, the raiders had come first to kill and only they to plunder what they can.

"A punitive raid," Zaia calls it, though even in his exacting words you hear a tone of revulsion.

"If it is a blood feud and not just a chance to fatten their coffers and their steeds the tribe is likely to mark anyone who meddles," Antonio Says, but still the ship surges close to the shore, weaving its way past a sand bank that only the light of the returning bird reveals, far too late for any mortal helmsman, but not for the ship itself.

You can feel the cold shiver down your spine as the ship takes on another seeming, it will not fool the foe long, but seeing a host in arms and armor of iron come out of a Anwa longship will hopefully buy you at least a moment of confusion and that might be enough.

Alas that is not to be. Arrows come screaming out of the dark... most clatter on armor, but Tom is struck though the upper arm and one among the bolts strikes the deck of the ship and from it springs life that is not for the Marcella to command. Grasping vines festooned with withered leaves choke and hold James and John

Tom takes 6 Damage

James and John are entangled

Some of the raiders are already turning towards the sea and the embattled villagers cry out at aid unloosed for. In the grannary a drum rumbles out, a call not to Olweje, but to Ashinu, to protect the bounty of the land and so the land itself.

What do you do?

[] Write in battle plan (It takes a full round action to get off the ship and into the surf; Silver can jump in and so can Megin but not any of the normal horses)

OOC: A bit short, but I do need a battle plan, specifically with regard to who you are taking in. Not yet edited.