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[Lord_lemonpie]

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The Market:

Even though it would be several weeks until Saint Nicholas visited the Northern Lands again, the streets of the city of St. Nicholas were already buzzing with partying people. The stalls of the winter market had finally opened!  Every year, a few weeks before Claus’ visit, the greatest market of the Northern Lands would be built from the ground up, and this year was like any other. A delicious aroma of treats, both sweet and sour, hung in the air, making the mouth of every sane creature in the area water.  Hundreds of lanterns, candles and orbs of light lit the festive market. There were hundreds of stands, all selling different things: from thick coats of fur to the wild beasts that produced them, from lucky pebbles to amulets of pure mithril, and from innocent children’s toys to bloodied great swords. If you ever wanted to find something in the Northern Lands, this was the place to be. In the middle of the city’s central square, which also was exactly in the middle of the city-spanning market, stood a humongous pine tree. It had stood there before the city was built, and was called Nicholas’ Pine by the locals, even though it was older than Saint Nick himself.  The tree was filled with all kinds of decorations. Pure rubies were cut in a spherical form and hung all over the tree, small sculptures of enchanted ice dangled in the winds, and the tree itself was crowned by a tree-topper seemingly made out of pure light. Small birds made of this same radiant substance, nested in the tree and shrouded the tree and its surroundings in a warm, golden shade of light.

The amount of people who came to visit this fabled market was incredible. There were tribesmen, farmers, nobles, magicians and people of every profession one could possibly imagine. Even a select few wealthy and daring tourists from the southern continents paid a visit to the market, who formed an attraction of their own for the local inhabitants. Sometimes, even mythical creatures from the surrounding wilderness, such as unicorns, centaurs and harpies, came to visit.

This is also how Styn, the orcish paladin,  Zachary, the human marksman,  Morozhenoye, the snowman paladin, and Old Man Morozko, the Winter Mage, found their way to this legendary market. All of them are currently standing in front of Nicholas’ Pine, enjoying the wonderful sight of it. Just as a little beggar boy comes up to Old Man Morozko, loud screams and the devilish laughter of some goblins can be heard not far from them. It doesn’t take long until people can be seen running from the direction of the sounds, though their source is still unclear. What will you do?

[Lord_lemonpie]

Characters:

Spoiler: Styn the Orcish Paladin (click to show/hide)

Stats
Level: 1 (0/250 xp)
Health: 34/34
Mana: 50/50

Spells:
Purge undead (0) (∞)
Bless (0) (∞)
Face to Face (0) (∞)
Heal Minor Wounds (10M 1A) (10)
Share Shield (20M) (5)
Smash Evil (20M) (5)

Scores:
>Strength: 3
>Constitution: 6
>Dexterity: 2
>Intelligence: 0
>Wisdom: 1
>Charisma: 2

Inventory:
One-handed mace (1d6)
Heavy Armour
Shield

Character:
Name: Styn

Race: Greenskin (Orc)

Class: Paladin

Age: 21

Description:
Tall and green, as his racial name implies, Styn has a face covered in craters and welts. He speaks slowly, his lips seemingly permanently swollen and he breathes just as slowly and with great difficulty.He has a great amount of muscle covering his body although he does show his great love for food with a protruding stomach. His eyes are grey and are deeply sunken into his face making his already large nose pop out further and seem even larger than it truly is.

Backstory:
Styn is an orc, therefore he is violent, cruel and Naughty. At least, that's what most people think, the truth is different. The truth is that Styn is an orc and like most orcs he is violent, but unlike most orcs he does his best not to be cruel and Naughty. Styn has had to much experience with Naughty orcs. Styn was beaten as a child, for an orc this is not a strange experience. But, unlike most young orcs Styn did not take the pain that this caused him and allow it to fester, like most orcs did. Instead, he sat through his beatings for as long as he could. And then, one day, he snapped. That night he took on of his father's weapons, a mace and used it to brain his sleeping parents in a fit of orcish rage. After he had brained his parents, however, he realised what he had done and how it made him no different from his parents and from the rest of the orcs who beat him on a daily basis. And so Styn ran, he ran away from his home in Karampusz and he ran away from his Naughty heritage. And as he ran he vowed that he would become Nice.

Alignment: Nice

Spoiler: Zachary Miller the human Marksman (click to show/hide)

Stats:
Level 1: (0/250 xp)
Health: 9/9
Mana: 90/90

Spells:
Endless Ammo (0) (∞)
With a trace (0) (∞)
Detect (0) (∞)
Snipe (10M 1A 1Am) (50)
Camouflage (20M 1A) (5)
Backshot  (0) (∞)
Tame Bird of Prey (50M) (1)

Scores:
>Strength:  3
>Constitution: 2
>Dexterity:  6
>Intelligence: 4
>Wisdom: 1
>Charisma:  0

Inventory:
Two small gauntlet mounted crossbows with effective range of less than 50 meters. (2d4)
A powerful yew wood longbow, effective range 100-300 meters. (1d6)
A quiver of 36 steel war arrows.
Polar bear leather armor (the overclothes)
Leather belt, storage pouches at regular intervals here. Quiver is attached to the belt at the right hip.
A large bowie knife (1d4)

Character

Name: Zachary Miller

Race: Human

Class: Marksman

Age: 26

Description: Zachary Miller has naturally white hair and, unusual of his race, brilliant white eyes. There is a shallow ripped scar over his larynx from an earlier conflict. His skin is an extremely pale white. His underclothes are made of a black synthetic material and his overclothes are, again, brilliant white, made of polar bear fur.

Backstory: Zachary Miller should be very infamous in many lands. Keyword is should. He has never directly been caught in his nefarious acts, excepting that one time when the King walked in on him and the Queen shaggi- no more elaboration on that shall happen. He is directly responsible for over fifty assassinations of well-known people. Case in point. Zachary is a very sneaky person who loves causing trouble. His arrival in the lands of St Nick cannot bode well.

Alignment: Very naughty

Languages: Nikolaian and Elven

Spoiler: Morozhenoye Chelovek the snowman paladin (click to show/hide)

Stats:
Level: 1 (0/250 xp)
Health: 26/26
Mana: 60/60

Spells:
Purge undead (0) (∞)
Bless (0) (∞)
Face to Face (0) (∞)
Heal Minor Wounds (10M 1A) (10)
Share Shield (20M) (5)
Smash Evil (20M) (5)

Scores:
>Strength: 3
>Constitution: 4
>Dexterity: 2
>Intelligence: 1
>Wisdom: 1
>Charisma: 3

Inventory:
Icicle Blade (1d6)
Pine Bough Shield
Fuzzy scarf
Top hat
Ugly Christmas sweater
Eyepatch

Character
Name: Morozhenoye Chelovek (Moroz for short)

Race: Snowman

Class: Paladin

Age: ?

Description: Morozhenoye is a well-proportioned snowman, with a well-proportioned lower body:torso:head ratio. He wears a traditional top hat, with a green ribbon above the brim, and wears a red scarf around his neck, embroidered with the symbol of St. Nikolai. His tough arms are made of hardy, tough, oak-like branches, and with them he wields his icy blade with skill. However, one permanent scar lies above his carrot nose; he wears an eyepatch, made of a triple-reinforced bit of cloth from an ugly Christmas sweater, over what was formerly his right coal-lump.

In personality, Morozhenoye is a grimly jovial gentleman. He greatly enjoys a good time, a hearty laugh, and a mug of hot cocoa, and is kind and respectful to all he meets. However, he is a bit of a loner, and is sometimes slow to trust others as a result of experiences he had in the field; however, he has largely recovered from the depression he experienced for months after his first retirement. In battle, Ledyanoy tries to avoid killing when possible, and gives his opponents a respectful and clean death when it is unavoidable.

Backstory: Moroz, who had been devoutly faithful to the god of cheer and the causes he stood for, was once a member of the Order of St. Nicholas. His skills were honed sharp by his friend and mentor, dwarven veteran Gedor Babin. After some time, he became one of the finest knights in the land, and his mentor, having taught him all he could, disappeared from the order. After some time, a great need for his skill arose, and he led a group of fellow snowmen into battle against the servants of Krampuz in a bid to destroy the fiend once and for all. However, as he and his fellow warriors cut down their enemies, Moroz's closest friend, Gedor, appeared on the side of the enemy. Without a word, Gedor smote Moroz's right eye with his blade, crumbling the soft coal to dust, before retreating behind enemy lines, never seen again.

Moroz remains bitter over both the loss of his eye and his friend, and for years his skills rusted and he retreated into drink and sadness. However, in recent times, he has been taken from his depression by one question: Why? What happened on that day? Where had his friend gone, and why did he fight for Krampuz? Moroz, motivated by this curiosity, once again took up his blade and shield, and now looks for any lead he can to find his former friend.

Alignment: Nice

Spoiler: Old Man Morozko the Warm Winter Mage (click to show/hide)

Stats:
Level: 1 (0/250 xp)
Health: 12/12
Mana: 200/200

Spells:
Warm touch (0) (∞)
Warm heart (0) (∞)
Conjure light (0) (∞)
Aura of Warmth (0) (∞)
Blast of Heat (10M 1A) (40)
Summon Lesser Hearth Spirits (20M 1A) (5)
Ignite (10M) (20)

Scores:
>Strength: 0
>Constitution: 3
>Dexterity: 3
>Intelligence: 5
>Wisdom: 1
>Charisma: 2

Inventory:
Staff (1d4)
Fur coat

Character:
Name: Old Man Morozko

Race: Human

Class: Winter Mage (Warmth)

Age: He doesn't rightly remember. Old.

Description: An elderly man, with a stunningly white beard. His face is rosy red from the cold, wrinkled by age and laugh lines. He carries a knobbly staff carved from a spruce tree, and wears a rather ratty and plain animal fur coat.

Backstory: A wandering hermit from the northern forests, Old Man Morozko was born in one of the nomadic tribes many winters ago, its name long forgotten to him. His caring heart and warm smile drew him the attention of the tribe's druid, who singled him out for a possible candidate for succession. Old Man Morozko, of course, wasn't called that when he was a child, didn't take well to druidism, much to the chagrin of his tutor. A few years later, an anthropologist from Navida was touring the northern forest, and passed through Old Man Morozko's village, "adopting" him to present as an example of "Primitive Northern Cultures". In preparation to present him, he needed to be civilized a bit, and gave him a basic education. In Navida, basic education included, nay, focused on magic, and Old Man Morokzo took to it quickly. After being presented to Navida's scientific community, Old Man Morokzo was kept on retainer, and was free to roam the university, and sat in on some magical lectures. After barely beginning to understand the basics, Morokzo decided to slip out, and return home. Since, he's been wandering, searching for his tribe, and slowly learning magic on his own.

Alignment: Nice

[My Name is Immaterial]

Old Man Morozko hands the boy a coin, saying "You should run now."
With a smile for the beggar boy, Old Man Morozko turns and strides off purposefully towards the screams.

[Emma]

Stun was getting mildly irritated. He had been looking forward to the markets, there was nothing like them in his home city, but now it seemed that his visit would be interrupted. He sighed heavily then drew his mace and tapped the old man on the shoulder with it saying, "Wizard, let myself and," he pointed to the snowman, "Chelovek go first. It will be safer that way."

[My Name is Immaterial]

"I can more than handle myself, greenfriend."

[Insanegame27]

Zachary draws two bolts and fits them into his gauntlet-mounted crossbows. He also loosens his large knife in it's sheathe.

He speaks gruffly and with effort, "This's gonna be fun." Turning towards the other people around him who had volunteered to help, he said, "Hey, I got this."


Mug the goblins. Use the gains for an upgrade.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Old Man Morozko gives the man a dismissive wave of his hand. "I will join you, and see the innocents to safety."

[Insanegame27]

"Just know that I am doing this for the money, not out of the kindness of my bullshit or whatever that saying is. I'm going to rob those goblins blind and make me look the hero at the same time"

[My Name is Immaterial]

"That's not very nice of you. Saint Nick knows," Old Man Morozko says, reciting the first part of the cliched saying.

[Insanegame27]

"What? A pedophile who knows when kids are sleeping, awake and whether they've been bad or good? Sounds like the old guy shoulda been locked up many years ago." Zach chuckles, "In which case he knows all the stuff I've done and am due for my yearly lump of coal."

[Lord_lemonpie]

As the three of you hurry themselves to the source of the sound, you notice an unusual amount of crying women. Shrugging this aside, you continue your way, finding four kobolds, an orc, and two goblins in a cramped alley. All of them are wearing the garb of the cult of Krampus: black leather clothing, a cape the color of the darkest night and a faceless mask, with two goat-like horns attached to them. Those that had never seen Krampus could very well mistake one of these cultists for him.

Just as you arrive, you see one of the goblins shove a little boy in one of the two juten sacks the orc is carrying. The goblin shouts something in greenskin, and the orc hurries away. Now, the cultists have focussed their attention on you! Combat initiated!
Initiative rolls:
Goblin 2: 20+3=23
Zachary: 16+6=22
Morozko: 16+3=19
Styn: 10+2=12
Goblin 1: 5+3=8
The Kobolds: 6+1= 7

Moroz is close enough to join the fight at will
Goblin 2 lunges himself at Styn (2), but before he can hit, Styn beats him down with his shield, dealing (1) damage!
The party may attack.

Spoiler: Enemy stats (click to show/hide)

Goblin 1:
Health: 8/8
Damage: 1d4

Goblin 2:
Health: 7/8
Damage: 1d4

Kobold 1:
Health: 4/4
Damage:1d2

Kobold 2:
Health: 4/4
Damage:1d2

Kobold 3:
Health: 4/4
Damage:1d2

Kobold 4:
Health: 4/4
Damage:1d2

Spoiler: Party stats (click to show/hide)

Old Man Morozko:
Level: 1 (0/250 xp)
Health: 12/12
Mana: 200/200

Spells:
Warm touch (0) (∞)
Warm heart (0) (∞)
Conjure light (0) (∞)
Aura of Warmth (0) (∞)
Blast of Heat (10M 1A) (40)
Summon Lesser Hearth Spirits (20M 1A) (5)
Ignite (10M) (20)

Styn:
Level: 1 (0/250 xp)
Health: 34/34
Mana: 50/50

Spells:
Purge undead (0) (∞)
Bless (0) (∞)
Face to Face (0) (∞)
Heal Minor Wounds (10M 1A) (10)
Share Shield (20M) (5)
Smash Evil (20M) (5)

Zachary Miller:
Level: 1 (0/250 xp)
Health: 9/9
Mana: 90/90

Spells:
Endless Ammo (0) (∞)
With a trace (0) (∞)
Detect (0) (∞)
Snipe (10M 1A 1Am) (50)
Camouflage (20M 1A) (5)
Backshot  (0) (∞)
Tame Bird of Prey (50M) (1)

[My Name is Immaterial]

"What? A pedophile who knows when kids are sleeping, awake and whether they've been bad or good? Sounds like the old guy shoulda been locked up many years ago." Zach chuckles, "In which case he knows all the stuff I've done and am due for my yearly lump of coal."

Old Man Morozko is a bit taken aback by the stranger's comments. "You might want to watch your tongue, friend. This isn't Rudolfstown."

-snip-

"The orc! Quick, we must hurry!"
Old Man Morozko twirls the end of his staff around a little, and a small bursts of light spew out.
Summon Lesser Hearth Spirits.

[Insanegame27]

((How far away am I? I presume >50 meters as it is a fairly urban environment at the moment? Also what level are we? Lv 0 or Lv 1?))
Zachary lines up Kobold 1 and 4 with his wrist crossbows and fires at the two targets
  If there is still time to reload and shoot, do so. If not,
    Zachary draws his large bowie knife and stands beside Styn in a defensive stance, parry the blows coming from Styn's RIGHT side with the knife

"As I was saying I've been making a fortune from the coal. Do you know how much that stuff's worth?"

[Emma]

Styn looks down and growls at the fallen goblin, then swings his drawn mace towards the creatures head. He shouts as he is doing so, saying,

"Do not kill all of them! I would like to keep at least one alive to question it." He then shouts at the greenskins, asking them to surrender in their own language before turning to Zachary and saying,

"You amuse me human, that will keep you alive, for now at least."

Attack the damaged goblin, shout at the party to try and keep one enemy alive and yell at the greenskins to surrender!

[Lord_lemonpie]

Zachary lunges forward, shooting a bolt at Kobold 1 and Kobold 4! (17+6, 13+6) The first bolt hits Kobold 1 square between the eyes, downing him in an instant (+25 xp). The second bolt deals (3) damage. He draws his bowie knife, preparing to cover Styn's right flank.

The lanterns dangling from the ropes start shaking as Old Man Morozko tries to summon two lesser hearth spirits (16+5). Suddenly, all the little doors of the lanterns pop open, and an orange flow quickly starts coming out of them. The power of the lanterns however, doesn't even come close to the power of a burning hearth, so with the help of Old Man Morozko, these flows start taking on a humanoid form. As soon as the old wizard whispers: "The orc! Quick, we must hurry!", the three spirits speed away and lunge themselves at the orc, dealing (3,1,3) seven damage to the creature.

"Surrender you fools, before we kill you!" Styn yells at his opponents (13+2). Kobold 4, who is already gravely wounded and trying to pull an arrow out of his upper leg, looks at you and throws his weapon down (+25 xp), but the others remain unaffected. Styn slams his mace towards the fallen goblin, which is still trying to get up (15+3). He hits the goblin in his exposed side, dealing (5) damage, and flinging him away. The Goblin is clearly alive but not moving.
Goblin 1 moves towards the party
Kobold 2 strikes at Styn (12+1) vs. (4+1+3+2). Styn fails to block the attack, and the dagger slips between a crack in Styn's armor, puncturing his thigh, dealing 2 damage.
Kobold 3 strikes at Styn (1+1), but stumbles and manages to stab himself in his stomach, dealing 2 damage to himself.
The Orc throws one of his children-filled bags at the hearth spirits surrounding him (7+4) vs. (16), missing it and throwing the back against a wall. A cracking noise and wailing can be heard.
Goblin 2 moans.

Spoiler: Enemy stats (click to show/hide)

Goblin 1:
Health: 8/8
Damage: 1d4

Goblin 2:
[IMMOBILE]
Health: 2/8
Damage: 1d4

Kobold 1:
[DECEASED]
Health: 0/4
Damage:1d2

Kobold 2:
Health: 4/4
Damage:1d2

Kobold 3:
Health: 2/4
Damage:1d2

Kobold 4:
[SURRENDERED]
Health: 1/4
Damage:1d2

Orc 1:
Health: 3/10
Damage: 1d6

Spoiler: Party stats (click to show/hide)

Old Man Morozko:
Level: 1 (0/250 xp)
Health: 12/12
Mana: 200/200

Spells:
Warm touch (0) (∞)
Warm heart (0) (∞)
Conjure light (0) (∞)
Aura of Warmth (0) (∞)
Blast of Heat (10M 1A) (40)
Summon Lesser Hearth Spirits (20M 1A) (4)
Ignite (10M) (20)

Styn:
Level: 1 (25/250 xp)
Health: 34/34
Mana: 50/50

Spells:
Purge undead (0) (∞)
Bless (0) (∞)
Face to Face (0) (∞)
Heal Minor Wounds (10M 1A) (10)
Share Shield (20M) (5)
Smash Evil (20M) (5)

Zachary Miller:
Level: 1 (25/250 xp)
Health: 9/9
Mana: 90/90

Spells:
Endless Ammo (0) (∞)
With a trace (0) (∞)
Detect (0) (∞)
Snipe (10M 1A 1Am) (50)
Camouflage (20M 1A) (5)
Backshot  (0) (∞)
Tame Bird of Prey (50M) (1)