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[BlackPaladin99]

"Ulstangers." Lord Yared Althere says the name like a curse. "We haven't been able to deal with their raiders properly since the night roads opened."
He looks toward Vax. "Your control of the husks is impressive. If you could do the same to their draugr, then we could teach them a lesson."
As he speaks the sky turns to storm, and Yared realizes he's the cause. "And it appears I have a few tricks of my own. We should go to this village and show these invaders they are still  unwelcome in Ancalia."

Spoiler: Yared Althere Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Character Sheet

Name: Lord Yared Althere

Description: A tall Ancalian man in his late twenties, who carries himself with an aristocratic bearing. His Kalay heritage is clearly shown by his brilliant green eyes.

Goal: Protect his people

Attribute: Score/+Modifier/Check
Strength:10/ +0/ 11
Dexterity:14/ +1/ 7
Constitution:13/ +0/ 8
Wisdom:16/ +2/ 5
Intelligence:13/ +0/ 8
Charisma:16/ +2/ 5


Saving Throws
Attribute: Base/-Modifier/+Armor Penalty=Final
Hardiness:15/-0+0=15
Evasion:15/-1+0=14
Spirit:15/-2+0=13

Hit Points: Current/Max 8/8

AC:3-1+2
Armor:None (using Body of Water.)
Savings Throws Penalty:None

Base Attack Bonus:1 (=to your level)
Weapons: Sword (1d8 damage +0 from strength both to hit and damage)
Fray Die: 1d8 (damage you deal to minor enemies each turn)

Resources
Effort:3
Influence: 2
Dominion: 0
Wealth:

Facts:
Origin: He is a minor scion of the Kalay lineage.
Past profession: He served as an officer in the Ancalian navy.
Relationship to some organization/religion. or group: He served as first lieutenant abord the Lark until he was given a prize ship and orders to pick up and carry a load of refugees to safety.

Words:
    Kalay Lineage: A true scion of the Kalay must have a Wisdom score of at least 16. All of their lineage can see in the dark as well as a cat.
    Command: Heroes with the Command Word may set their Charisma score to 16, or 18 if it’s already 16 or higher.
They may communicate with any intelligent creature, understanding them and being understood in turn.
Their commands are always correctly understood, though obedience will depend on their eloquence or the use of their gifts.
    Sea: Heroes with the Sea Word have an invincible defense against cold, can breathe water, swim at twice their normal movement rate, and see with perfect clarity underwater, regardless of available light.
They may  grant these benefits to their companions, except for cold immunity
    Sky: Heroes with the Sky Word are never harmed by falling, need not breathe, and have an invincible defense against electricity, cold and injurious sounds.

Gifts: You get 6 points, 1 point for a lesser gift and 2 points per greater.
Kalay Lineage:
    A Lordly Eye: Commit Effort for the day and focus on a piece of evidence or a fragment of a deeper mystery. Gain an intuitive sense of whether it's related to any other information in your possession and an impression of the person you should talk to or investigate to find out more about it. You gain an image or sense of this person even if they are currently unknown to you. If the datum is irrelevant to anything you're interested in, you realize as much.

Command:
    Know the Inner Truth: On Turn
Commit Effort for the scene. Understand the true motivations and intentions of any conversational partner, expressed by the GM in a few sentences. Worthy foes get a Spirit saving throw to conceal the truth
    A Thousand Loyal Troops: Action
Commit Effort. A visible NPC immediately becomes cooperative toward you, doing for you all they’d do for a superior or employer.
Those who are worthy foes get a Spirit save to resist this effect. The cooperativeness lasts even after the Effort is reclaimed, provided the
compliance is not abused or wholly improbable.

Sea:
    Body of Water: Constant
Your flesh flows around dangers and encapsulates toxins. Your natural armor class is 3 and you are immune to poisons. You can apply a poison by touch if you’ve previously swallowed or been struck by a dose, thus ejecting the toxin. This AC isn't improved by shields or armor.
    Living Torrent: On Turn
Commit Effort. Spout a torrent of water at dangerous levels of pressure. The water can be used as a ranged weapon out to 100 feet, doing 1d10 damage and counting as a magical weapon.
 It will destroy one foot of earthen or wooden barriers in one round. The water can be allowed to remain after using this power, or allowed to vanish as the wielder wills.

Sky:
Windsinger: Action
Commit Effort. Control weather within a mile, from still air to rainstorms strong enough to knock down fragile structures and make mundane archery impossible, Weather changes occur instantly on use of this gift and last as long as Effort remains committed. When released, the weather rapidly returns to its normal condition.

“I’m not sure it’d work on draugr.  I might need to get more powerful first.” 

“No one will risk us bringing the curse to their shores.” He glances at the assembled Godbound, from frosty haired Maksimillion to the albino Vax.


“They might not have taken us anyways. “

Thyraxxus gives another toothy smile.

"Everyone takes opportunities. Let's see what Nekoik has to offer."

“I’m all for going to Nekoik.” 

Vac discreetly takes a hair from the fisherman for “Insurance Purposes,” and then, if they decide to sail there, takes his undead with him and also uses A Pale Crown Beckons to create undead.  No effort invested, casted slowly.

[Maximum Spin]

Maksimilian tilts his head. "Are they indeed unwelcome? I suppose it might pay to claim more human loyalties."

[Sudurandom]

"They've spent generations raiding our coast, killing our people, and desecrating their bodies to make them undead slaves. There are few who are less welcome."

[Madman198237]

The Wanderer goes over and quickly (but carefully) inspects some of the pacified dead, seeing if they're the same as whatever abominations prowl the Bleak Reaches, generally comparing notes on where he has ended up compared to the various places he's been before.

"I see no reason not to start with a small village, particularly one in need. Things are...far from normal. For anyone here."

I will, obviously, hurry the journey along if and when we depart.

[IronyOwl]

"Is that three for village, two for town?"

[Sudurandom]

"That does seem to be the case. Your assistance freeing the village would be appreciated, But I'm sure passage can be found there if you wanted to go straight to Nekoik."

(I can also speed our passage by making sure we have perfect wind for sailing.)

[IronyOwl]

"May as well investigate together."

Head with party to village.

[chubby2man]

The Wanderer examines the undead standing before him. Pacified, the husk still follows him with its eyes, and darts to new noises. He knows that they are not believed to still possess the same sense of smell.

No trace of humanity remains in its eyes, and that empty gaze is all too familiar to the Wanderer. Husks are not an uncommon sight in the Bleak Reaches, but those are generally isolated to localized outbreaks. Not the kind of swarms that swallow and devastate nations, like what has happened here in Ancalia.

Vax slides behind Nahaniel and tries to pluck a hair. (Dex check, needs to beat an 8, rolls a 6).
Nahaniel curses and spins around to see a hair in Vax's fingers. The fisherman looks at the tall albino man who commanded the dead and goes pale.

"What, what's he going to do with that?" He backs away, and turns to Maksimilian. "Hey, we've agreed to guide you, he's not going to curse me or anything, is he?"


After discussion, most of the party seems set to go to the village. Nahaniel, still concerned, ushers everyone aboard the boat. He refuses to allow any of the undead husks on board.

"The village is just a few miles away." He glances over the eclectic group, from the regal Ancalian to a frosty Fae. "There are only a few Ulstanger's there, but their nasty folk. You folk don't look like easy prey, they're not going to be happy to see you."

Decide on your approach. Nahaniel is fine with taking you all to the docks, but if you want to do any disguises, sneaking,or a more aggressive approach, nows the time.

[BlackPaladin99]

Just go to the docks. 

[Maximum Spin]

"Give me that hair. Do you even know what to do with it?"

[BlackPaladin99]

“Yes.”

[IronyOwl]

Just go to the docks. 

To the docks!

[Sudurandom]

(Just heading to the docks is ok with me.)

[Madman198237]

Let's head to the docks to start with. While some of us don't look human and thus might attract attention, we're not actually enemies with anyone yet.

Though if certain party members keep collecting souvenirs from random people to, I assume, curse or bind them later, we will have enemies in short order.

[chubby2man]

Village by the Sea

The boat pulled into the small bay in which the fishing village sits. Nahaniel remains a bit unnerved. Even with a favorable wind, the journey passed much faster than it normally would.

The village huddled against the shore. It was a squat, depressing collection of buildings. It was fortified, hiding behind a wall of palisades.



As the boat pulls into the docks, a crowd begins to gather. Each one is armed with something, and their faces are hard. All have seen and dealt with horrors to survive here.

The two fishermen begin to tie the boat to the dock as a weedy man steeps forward.


“These don’t look like your usual customers, Nahaniel.” The headman says, eyeing the Godbound gathered on the boat.


Nahaniel finishes his knot and looks at the headman, Yishern. He was old and weathered, by more than the sea and sky. He shook his head.

“They are certainly not,” Nahaniel says.



Nicomos nudges Yared. “Ulstanger over there.”
Outside the largest building a large man clad in leathers leaned against the wall, an axe hanging by his hip. He watched the boat with a casual interest.



Whispers began to spread through the crowd as they notice the unusual appearance of the Godbound on the boat. Hands tighten on weapons, and fear grows in their eyes and hearts. This is their home, last bastion of refuge. What do these strange outsiders bring?

Tension is beginning to rise. What do the Godbound do?