Chaosforge 4e PBF - IC

[thelaptop]

"By Pelor, it sounds a little too convenient," Marek says.  "I know He works in mysterious ways, but this is bordering on the ludicrous."

To the mingling crowd, Marek looks to them and begins.  "Pelor thanks you all for your support!  Let us pray to Him so that He will guide us out of the coldness and be back into the light!"

[Malek Deneith]

- So it was in the city... - Markelhay mumbles in amusement - I agree with the cleric, this does sound too convenient. Moreso if this "Winter King" is indeed the conqueror from old legends. That being said we don't have much of a choice do we? The scepter should be delivered to him - if he does reign in the winter after recovering what is his all good and well. And should he prove to be a threat anyway... you saw how his minions slaughtered my people. We simply aren't up to task of dealing with this threat, and it'll only get worse as the winter continues. I don't want to lay this burden on your shoulders but you're the only ones on the spot with any chance of success - would you lend us your aid in dealing with this problem?

Voices start to arise from the coroud:
- Please help us!
- Have mercy good sirs...
- We'll all die if this winter continues.

[LuckyDee]

As Isirius mulls this over, he turns his smile upon Quill and thinks at her the question whether she's up for some more days of winter.

[Xander Morhaime]

The kobold, for her part, was weighing the options of just getting away from the cold, and putting an end to whatever is causing the cold.

"Quill's tribe will help. But you had better reward Quill's tribe well for this. Quill does not like going into cold places, not in the slightest," she said eventually.

[slave]

Observing others' reactions, Berak guesses that they wish to present the Scepter to the ship and have it take them to wherever. He feels that it's a more dangerous way of doing things, but not without its merits.

[Malek Deneith]

- Of course, a payment will be arranged... - Warden starts but gets interrupted by more voices from the crowd, ones offering free food, drinks, boarding and whatever people can think off - ...and not just from me it seems.

[LuckyDee]

Isirius turns to Gosok, as if the whole endeavor hinges on his approval.

[thelaptop]

As Marek makes his prayers to Pelor out loud, hoping to draw the attention of the stragglers, he keeps an eye out to Gosok to see what his reply was to the change of situation.

[S.K. Ren]

With an exasperated sigh Gosok nods in agreement and offers his hand to the Warden.

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[Xander Morhaime]

"No time for drinking, no time," Quill interrupted, shaking her head. "We take ice stick to boat, we take boat to king, we give king ice stick back. Quill thinks if he wants it so badly, he should welcome us in."

[Malek Deneith]

And so you go, past the crowd, past the guards still gathering corpses, and near the boat that brought the invaders. As you come close to it, once again it asks for the scepter, as it did to Berak's construct last time. When you show the item to the figurehead it allows you to board the ship. Once you do it speaks one more time:
- Set to the oars, and I will pilot the course through the blizzard. The Winter King awaits.

[thelaptop]

Marek mutters a soft prayer to Pelor as he boards the boat.

"Wait, 'set to the oars'?  We're rowing?"

[LuckyDee]

After having presented the scepter to the figurehead, Isirius turns to Quill:

- Mylady, if the cold still bothers you, you might want to keep this on you...

[Xander Morhaime]

The kobold didn't need to be asked twice - she grabbed the sceptre and tucked it behind her belt.

"Quill is grateful, but Quill thinks you should get to rowing before talking boat gets impatient. Quill would help, but Quill's arms are too short for the rowing. Not to worry, though - Quill will help you keep good pace."

[slave]

Berak eyes the kobold, suspicious.