Eve of Snow and Storm
Season of Earth Probably, Elsewhere
"I do not lie mortal man and I shall prove it in your despite in the hour of your choosing," you proclaim, anger at the insult warring with good sense or perhaps just with curiosity if you are being honest. This 'Ulf' likely knows more of whatever Sun-Lost corner of Creation you had found yourself in.
As Cunning Sage of Serendipity translates the man calls out something else in a jeering tone. Her smile in return is sharp enough to score granite with... though to be fair the crowd does not seem to take what she is saying well.
Sage Diplomacy: 21 + 18 = 39 (Failure)
Turning she explains: "The dog in wolf's pelt asks that you 'come down to the ground and face him like a man'. I said that the loss of limbs was fair so long as he strapped his arms to his side and faced you like the worm he clearly is."
You manage not to laugh, though that is more than can be said of Auspiciously Broken Haywain.
"Not a worm surely, more like a heron," Shae says frowning. "I mean he would still have his legs to walk on and his mouth to bite you with."
Sage looks at the younger woman, not sure if she is joking and good luck to her with that. You've worked with Shae for years and you were never able to definitively figure that one out.
Meanwhile the locals had been drawing back into a rough circle in the middle of the village and setting down willow rods to fight what Bron had called the
holmgang.
I'll stay within the bounds of the air that contains, you decide.
That should give him enough space to give him a chance to shoot arrows at you once his magic fails.
As your mind settles in the well worn patterns of stillness and resonance, weaving your essence into the fabric of Creation and holding it fast the taint of the Wyld buzzes unpleasantly at the back of your mind, though this is not the first time you have cast in Tainted land and you have never heard the thing before. Seen yes, as a flicker of unnatural color out of the corner of the eye, smelled also a nauseating perfume, but never heard. You shake off the thought. Wiser men than you had been driven mad trying to find reason in the manifestations of the Wyld.
As soon as you cross the first rod the wolf-bedecked shaman bellows out a spell in his own tongue, his voice like the howl of the wind in winter, reality itself like frozen branches cracking. Horrified you realize he is not weaving the Essence of the World at all, but calling to a
thing beyond it. Hairline cracks become leaping silver flame that freezes rather than heats seeking to wrap around you.
Snow King's Decree: 64 + 18 (Piety) +5 (???) = 84
Desperately you reach out to reassert sense,
sanity. Fire should not burn with winter's chill, fire is warmth and heat and transformation, fire is rebirth and destruction, not the instrument of some mad thing playing out its ramblings upon the fate of Creation... and the world answers. The air, the wind the sky seem at once frightfully responsive and yet voiceless, without direction. The swirling wind of your anima lashes against rh falser fire casting it aside into darts of perfectly ordinary ice.
Emerald Circle Countermagic: 10 + 34 (Learning) + 15 (First Occult Excellency) - 25 (Inconstant Constants) = 34 (Failure)
Third Occult Excellency Re-roll: 69 + 34 (Learning) + 15 (First Occult Excellency) - 25 (Inconstant Constants) = 94 (Success)
As the icicles falls all around him your foe looks briefly discomfited, this his face sets into a snarl that would do justice to the wolf whose pelt he wears and once more he calls out to his master, opening himself in ways so visceral and absolute you flinch at the sight of it. Barbarian or no what would make a man desperate enough to do
that to himself.
Alas you are so distracted at the realization of what the magic of the barbarians his next attempt comes upon you like an avalanche from on high. This time the fire grips you, this time the coldfire burns like the heart of deepest winter when it seems the sun shall never rise.
Shaman's Eye: 16 + 14 (Learning) = 30 (Failure)
Snow King's Decree take Two: 98 +18 (Learning) = 118
Emerald Circle Countermagic: 40 + 34 (Learning) + 15 (First Occult Excellency) = 89
No stranger to that fear are you, nor to cold and frostbite, to the trials of the long journeys of a Relic Finder. Pain passes like rain on the mountainside, wisdom like the stone endures. Yet for all the clarity of your sight and the power of your soul you cannot shake the flames. It is as though you are trying to push back the flow of a river with a bucket.
Casting while Wounded: 92 + 21 (Combat) = 113 (Success)
Dispelling the Flames: 11 + 34 (Learning) + 15 (First Occult Excellency) + 10 (Focus) = 70 (Failure)
Thus you descend upon the shaman still shrouded in the curse flames, but shrouded also in the stromwind aura that is the gift of the Azure dragons. Blow for blow you match him, dao sword against the man-cleaving axe. Had this been a duel of mortals with naught but skill at arms on display perhaps it would have lasted longer. Alas for him 't was not, the wind tears at his flesh even as the fire eats at yours, but he is not among the Chosen of the dragons, only a mortal in wolf's pelt., no matter how high his courage or deep his rage.
Gus Combat: 36 + 21 (Combat) - 10 (Wounded) = 47
Shaman Combat: 36 + 21 (Combat) - 15 (Anima Banner) = 43
Though he calls on the powers of the Wyld as only a lunatic might in the contest at arms the shaman fights with surprising nimbleness, feininf for your wings, then dodging your riposte, deflecting a kick with the flat of his axe and turning his shoulder out of the way of your next blow, making what might have been a crippling wound into merely a painful slash
Gus Combat: 23 + 21 (Combat) - 10 (Wounded) = 34
Shaman Combat: 20 + 20 (Combat) - 20 (Anima Banner) = 20
It is the wind that finally does him in, as he struggles to keep his balance amid the storm he seems for a moment to have gotten the trick of it, to have learned how to put the force of the gale behind his blow, so that axe may land all the heavier. Alas for him it is not merely a storm it is the extension of your soul and your will and it is your will he perish.
Gus Combat: 72 + 21 (Combat) - 15 (Wounded) = 78
Shaman Combat: 57 + 20 (Combat) - 25 (Anima Banner) = 52
Whatever else his Ulf may be he is no coward, he does not beg for mercy at the end when your sword comes for his neck. Man's head and wolf's head fall into the snow before his tribe. Men and women, young and old, all now await your judgement. What is to be the fate of Skorlm?
[] Trade Partner only, the town will not bear arms against you and will spread the message of what happened here far and wide so that others know not to challenge you
[] Tributary of Sezekan, will send a tribute of 5 Wealth/Turn to the city
[] Vassal of Sezekan, will send a tax of 10 Wealth/Turn to the city, obligation to protect if attacked
OOC: That fight ended up a lot more even than I was expecting with the shaman managing to apply a damage over time effect to Gus that almost compensated for the anima. Keep in mind though he had to pull off a difficult spell for that Snow King's Decree, any Dragonblooded can flare their anima at will. Also Gus is not a combat specialist and he had more combat than he did piety.