Solste
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Post by Solste on Aug 15, 2021 23:59:39 GMT
Solste huffs a moment, being caught out in the storm definately brought irritation. A slight amount of flame escapes her mouth then as the anger wells but she buries it down deep.
Solste looks down at here already fading foot prints and begins to follow them. Attempting to double back and find when hers and the colleagues path diverged. She extinguishes the lamp knowing her lighted clothes to be enough of a beacon for anyone close enough to see.
(Survival +2)
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Ragnov
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Post by Ragnov on Aug 16, 2021 2:50:03 GMT
Ragnov slows to a stop, looking back at the group, noting the absence of the glowing dragonborn. "We are missing one!" He booms, loud enough to be heard over the wind, then looks around again, the surroundings barely visible.
He reaches around into his backpack and pulls out his rope, knotting both ends of it and holding it out towards the party. "Everyone grab rope, we must turn back, find Solste, but not get more lost! Follow footprints before they fill in!"
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Eirian
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Post by Eirian on Aug 16, 2021 2:59:01 GMT
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Eiry spats, frantically search around for any traces of their missing companion and mindlessly grab onto the rope. (Perception +5, Investigation +4, survival +3)
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Post by Mordecai Kincaid on Aug 16, 2021 7:49:46 GMT
Mordecai grabs the rope and yells at the top of his lungs “Soleste! Soleste!” and he thinks back to his Brothers in the temple and how some of them were able to magically amplify their voice with divine magic. It was unfortunately a skill he had never mastered. He focuses his attention now on listening and looking for tracks.
(Perception +6; Survival +4)
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Post by Thorfin on Aug 16, 2021 9:33:33 GMT
As they walk back holding the rope, Thorfin tries to follow their footprints in the snow and searches for the point Solste took another direction.
(investigation +2, Survival -1)
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Ragnov
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Post by Ragnov on Aug 16, 2021 10:19:50 GMT
Ragnov does his best to help, keeping hold of the rope so he knows everyone is still together as he focuses on the ground, occasionally shouting Solste's name and looking around to try and see her.
(Perception +3, Survival +3)
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Post by RotFm Dungeon Master on Aug 16, 2021 23:12:59 GMT
Eirian,Mordecai,Ragnov,Thorfin With Ragnov producing a rope for everyone to hold onto, guaranteeing another member of the party not being lost, you all take ahold and now start to backtrack while hoping to spot the dragonborn Solste, occasionally Ragnov calling out into the whipping winds of the blizzard.
After another hour of slow searching for Solste and calling her name, you fail to find any sign of the dragonborn, any track marks made in the snow already filled by the torrential downpour of snow in the blizzard.
Solste Anger begins to burn within yourself, but you realise it would be a poor decision to allow it to take over your thinking. Gathering your thoughts, you start to look back at your slowly filling tracks in the snow and start to follow them, hoping it will end to your group, hoping they are searching for you too, but after a minute or two of walking, you see no tracks to follow, but continue to go on where you last saw your tracks.
After an hour of walking through the blizzard, you fail to find any sign of the rest of your party, and the blizzard continues to rage on around you, still showing no sign of letting up.
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Solste
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Post by Solste on Aug 17, 2021 0:22:08 GMT
Solste anger boils to the surface after her fruitless search the flames again flick at her mouth. This time though Solste is unable to shove the her natural rage down. She looks down at the path ahead of her and roars as the flame spills from her mouth and onto the ground infront of her. (breath weapon:fire)
She begins repeatedly conjuring motes of flame and firing them into the blizzard and into the snowy ground repeatedly.(firebolt cast repeatedly for 3 minutes)
After several minutes of the tantrum Solste takes multiple ragged breaths before closing her eyes and drawing one long deep breath. Once her eyes open she resigns herself to her lost fate and sits where she is bundled in her winter clothing her back to the wind. She then draws the elemental sensor and ignites the lamp with her magic (prestidigitation), she focuses her eyes on the flame and begins to wait for the blizzard to end. (Short rest started)
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Ragnov
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Post by Ragnov on Aug 17, 2021 13:07:12 GMT
After some time searching through the blizzard, Ragnov stops, looking around. "Blizzard too strong! I think best thing to stay here, hope storm passes!" He calls to the group.
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Post by Mordecai Kincaid on Aug 17, 2021 22:22:23 GMT
Mordecai looks around, and with no obvious direction to go in let’s out a sigh. “Yeah, I’m afraid I agree. There’s no way to know if we are travelling towards or away from her. Stay close, stay warm and let’s sit this blizzard out.”
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Post by Thorfin on Aug 18, 2021 21:27:54 GMT
"I hate being right..." Thorfin searches a pile of snow and sits opposite to the direction of the wind, to have some minimal protection. "We lost the only one that can light up a magical fire?"
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Post by Mordecai Kincaid on Aug 18, 2021 22:50:37 GMT
“I can cast fire but it would burn a whole lot more then a fire pit. Nothing controlled I’m afraid.” says, looking at his hands as he considers casting Burning Hands but thinks better of it.
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Ragnov
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Post by Ragnov on Aug 19, 2021 21:27:30 GMT
Ragnov finds a spot to settle in, scooping the snow into a barrier against the wind near Thorfin, then wraps himself in his winter clothing to try to stay warm as the group waits for the blizzard to abate.
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Post by RotFm Dungeon Master on Aug 21, 2021 14:22:46 GMT
Solste Unable to subside the frustrated anger of your current predicament, you let out a stream of flames from mouth and nostril into the snow-covered floor, making little effect as it is quickly replaced by the barrage of snow that whips out from the raging blizzard. You then continue the stream of flame from your fingertips as you send small bolts of fire into the air that shoot up and quickly dissapear into the eternal curtain of white. With your tantrum out of the way, you take a moment to calm yourself and sit into the snow, huddling yourself for warmth in your winter clothing and grabbing the lantern given to the group by Dannika. Lighting the wick with your magic, you quickly close the door and focus on the orange flame, indicating no elementals are nearby, and begin to wait out the blizzard or the hopeful arrival of the rest of your group.
After an hour of cold breeze drafting through your clothing and focusing on a non-changing flame within the lantern, the blizzard begins to let up slowly, a slow drift of snow blowing down to the ground. With the blizzard having ceased for now, you take the moment to look around in the hopes of seeing the rest of your group. Even with the magical light shining in a radius around you, you see no sign of your group, but you are able to spot the distant glare on the horizon that you recognise to be Kelvin's Cairn.
Eirian,Mordecai,Ragnov,Thorfin With a group decision being made to wait out the rest of the blizzard in your current position due to not being able to find Solste, you all take the ache off of your legs and sit down on the ground, some creating a snowbank to shelter behind, only for them to be blown away by the blizzard and halting any progress. The winds continue to whip and growl past all of you, making conversation pointless at this point.
After a painful hour of waiting for the blizzard to leave, you are all relieved as the winds slow and the snow begins to slowly drift to the floor instead of being slammed against the ground by the winds. Looking around, you are unable to gather how far you had moved from your original spot at the beginning of the blizzard, but you are all able to make out the distant dark spot that rises from the dimly lit horizon that is Kelvin's Cairn. You are unable to make out anything else, except in the distance to the west, you can spot a beacon of bright light that moves very slightly, about 200-feet away. With some scrutiny of the light and its movement, you are able to make out that it is Solste.
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Solste
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Post by Solste on Aug 21, 2021 14:34:15 GMT
Solste stands up carefully and begins shedding excess snow from her clothing. She dims the lantern once more having been sated by it's burning flame. Solste looks towards Kelvin's Cairn and begins to walk in that direction. Every ten paces Solste take a moment conjuring a mote of magical flame and firing it into sky(Firebolt), attempting to let her colleagues know where she is.
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Ragnov
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Post by Ragnov on Aug 21, 2021 14:52:11 GMT
"Solste!" Ragnov bellows as he sees the light and then the first firebolt, then points towards the light for the rest of the group. "She is there, let's go!"
Brushing the snow off of him, now on his feet, he starts off in that direction, plowing a path through the snow on his snow shoes.
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Post by Thorfin on Aug 21, 2021 17:40:37 GMT
"Luck didn't turn completely her back to us!" Thorfin stands up and cleans his clothes from the residual snow before walking towards the dragonborn.
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Solste
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Post by Solste on Aug 22, 2021 10:14:24 GMT
Hearing the calls of her colleagues, Solste adjusts her course towards them. Once close, she stares at them for a moment, "seems we defied the odds and were not separated by to far a distant. Maybe the next blizzard we should bind ourselves together." Solste stands and stares prepared to follow the party once more.
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Post by Mordecai Kincaid on Aug 23, 2021 12:33:24 GMT
“It is good to see you again, although I’m not sure how we lost you to begin with. I do think the rope idea is best practice for any future storms.” Mordecai looks around “Shall we press in before the weather changes it’s mind?”
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Ragnov
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Post by Ragnov on Aug 23, 2021 15:25:41 GMT
"Yes." Ragnov nods, coiling his rope and stuffing it back into his backpack. "Is good that you're not far away. Let us continue." He gestures, beginning to set off through the snow again, slinging his backpack along his back where a massive woodcutter's axe rests.
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