Iron & Gold, Curse of Strahd
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Being an actual play of Curse of Strahd, using Precis Intermedia Games’ Iron & Gold, with Mythic as the GM.
30 - To The Tsolenka Pass[1]
Kasimir had only three mugs and not enough seating, so backpacks were opened for mugs, and Felewin, Ninefingers, and Uthrilir sat on the floor.
“You have created quite a stir,” said Kasimir. “The cards foretold there would be a conflict today for Luvash, and I see now that he must choose between obeying Strahd and protecting the woman who saved his daughter.” He shook his head. “Hrelgi, you will lose that choice.”
“Aww,” said Hrelgi.
Kasimir shrugged. “Arabelle is already saved, and Strahd is a future threat.” Hrelgi nodded.
“We must be on our way,”said Felewin. “To be truthful, I hoped that you would not be in and we could just rend to somewhere near the tower that Ezmerelda knows of, to get the final weapon.”
“You once promised me you would help me on my quest,” said Kasimir.
“And I still intend to keep that promise,” said Felewin.
“I am calling it due, now,” said Kasimir.
“But…” started Felewin.
“I do not think you will be alive in a week’s time. If I am to have your help, it must be now.”
“What if we split up?” Ezmerelda asked. “I get the thing, and we meet up?”
“No,” said Uthrilir. “You haven’t found it yet, and we will need everyone to look.”
“We can’t get to the place quickly,” Felewin said. “This trick of hers, it only works in returning to places she has been.”
Kasimir nodded. “I know. It is not my magic but I know of it. No, I have procured horses and warm clothes for us. We will go to the place I know of, I will complete my task, and you will learn more of Strahd’s power. Then you can have the horses to get to the tower.”
“We could use horses,” Felewin said.
“I hate horses,” said Uthrilir. “You got me on those foul-tempered monstrosities once, and never again! Why can’t we take a wagon?”
Kasimir shook his head. “Wagons are too slow, and we need to cross a mountain pass and its untended road. It might not be possible for a wagon to travel it.”
“Mountain pass?” Uthrilir said. Kasimir nodded. “Mountains are good. I like mountains. Still hate horses, though.”
Kasimir asked, “How many of you can ride?” Felewin and Ezmerelda admitted that they could. “We’ll have to double up, one non-rider for each rider. That will slow us some, and it will take longer.”
“Can we take six horses, and swap tired for fresh?” Felewin asked.
“No,” Kasimir said. “I am part of this tribe, but there are limits to what I can request.”
Felewin accepted that with a shrug. “When do we go?”
“Now,” said Kasimir. “We must be gone before Rahadin arrives with new orders for Luvash.”
“How long will it take to get ready?”
“Minutes. The horses are loaded and out back.” Kasimir smiled. “You are not the only ones who can have your cards read.”
“Horses?” Uthrilir said. He shook his head.
“You’re getting better at riding,” Felewin assured him.
“I don’t want to get better,” the dwarf said. “I want never to ride a horse again.”
Felewin clapped him on the shoulder. “I am sure that horses do not want you riding them. Let us be off.”
Hrelgi rode with Ezmerelda; Ninefingers rode with Felewin; and Uthrilir rode with Kasimir. They left quickly and took a roundabout route to the road; then they pushed the horses to a gallop for a small bit of time. To keep the horses from exhaustion, they alternated walking with running.
Despite the risk, Felewin had his crossbow loaded and winched.
At one point, just after slowing the horses to a walk but still on the Old Svalich Road, there was a howl, and they spotted a huge bear— no, it was a wolf. A wolf the size of a bear.
The wolf stepped onto the road. Kasimir pulled his horse to a stop. “We must kill it; otherwise it will let Strahd know.”
An answering howl came from the forest on the side of the road.
“Kill them,” Felewin said.
“If there are more than two, we run,” said Ninefingers.
“We can’t outrun them, two to a horse like this. I don’t even know if Oxblood here could outrun them without you; I’m kind of heavy, and Oxblood isn’t a Jaegrash mare.” Felewin fired the crossbow.[2] The dire wolf roared in pain.
Hrelgi said, “Let me find the page!”
The dire wolf charged, and Felewin’s mount[3] bolted. Kasimir cursed while holding his horse and said, “Uthrilir! What can you do?”
The dwarf began to pray.[4] Kasimir used a spell he had prepared, and stopped the dire wolf’s heart.
The beast stumbled as it ran and skidded on the gravel road, finally coming to a stop a dozen paces from Kasimir’s horse.
Felewin rode back, having regained control of his panicky mount, and said, “Very good work. The other one?”
“Still out there.”
Ezmerelda managed to bring her horse around, too. “We can’t kill it if we can’t find it. Let’s keep going.”
“It will follow us,” Felewin said. “It will follow us and report on our whereabouts.” He dismounted and retrieved his bolt from the dead wolf, then looked at it critically. He cleaned it on the wolf’s fur and reloaded the crossbow.
“Pity we have to abandon it. There’s food for five on that beast,” said Kasimir.
“Let scavengers have it,” Ninefingers said. “If they’re busy here, they’re not following us. Felewin, get back on the horse.”
“Just a moment.” Felewin looked for the other dire wolf, a difficult task with the mist.[5] He pointed the crossbow into the woods.
“If I can’t see it, a human can’t see—” said Kasimir when Felewin fired[6], followed by a roar of pain from the woods.
Hrelgi said, “I have the spell to kill the beast.[7]” There was a sound of cracking branches as this dire wolf lunged out of the trees and Hrelgi made her incantation.
The second one fell dead at the side of the road, falling on the crossbow bolt.
“Well, not going to use that bolt again,” said Felewin. He calmed his horse and then swung up. “Now we can go.”
They didn’t see anything else for hours, except for a raven that Ninefingers occasionally spotted.
Before getting as far as Krezk, they turned left down a road the group had ignored on their earlier trip. Ezmerelda pulled up beside Felewin to say, “The tower is up a trail in the opposite direction. The trail was once a road, but is now overgrown.”
Felewin nodded and stored the information away.
The road climbed steadily: not incessantly, but they were headed up, and it got colder. The woods gave way to mountainside. Snow started to fall. They stopped once to put an extra layer of clothes under their cloaks: even at noon, the wind cut them cruelly. Kasimir seemed unbothered, but the five others clutched their cloaks tighter.
Snow and mist swirled about them as they headed up the road. There were potholes and washed out sections large enough that a cart or wagon would have had serious trouble, and the horses took more encouragement to resume after each break. There was very little dried grass by the one side of the road for them, and by this point the other side was a steep drop.
Kasimir said, “There, in the distance! The Tsolenka pass!”
Their present spot was slightly higher, dipped down below, and then rose to a gate, across the road. Behind the gate were two towers, clinging to the cliff side, and then another gate, and then a bridge over a deep chasm. The towers were old and stone, with weather-beaten white knights carved in huge statues, and clad in golden metal.
“We will shelter in the bottom floors of the tower; do not go to the top, for there are monsters there. They will not come down to the bottom, though, unless you do something foolish.”
“You know, like spending the night,” muttered Ninefingers so that only Felewin could hear him.
“We’ll post a watch,” Felewin told him. “You and Uthrilir can see in the dark.”
“Great,” said Ninefingers, and huddled closer to the big man.[8]
By the bottom of the dip in the road, Felewin spotted something in the mist and snow. A giant goat was charging down the hillside. Felewin stopped his horse and went, “Huh,” and Ezmerelda cried, “A giant goat!” as she pulled her horse to a stop.[9] The ram hit Kasimir’s horse, and the dwarf and the elf fell off; Kasimir managed to catch himself, but Uthrilir rolled right off the edge of the road.
Hrelgi shrieked.
Kasimir’s horse scrambled to the mountainside and got a few steps up; the ram circled around to charge Kasimir again.
Felewin loosed a bolt at the beast, more to scare it away than to kill it.[10]
Felewin’s bolt sank into the beast’s eye, into its brain. It stood still, not dead but not sure if it were alive. Ninefingers bounced off Oxblood and ran to look over the edge of the road. “I see him!” the goblin yelled.
“I’m busy!” Felewin shouted. He was reloading the crossbow.
Ezmerelda cursed in the Vistani tongue and threw her axe at the goat.[11] The axe caught it in the mouth and sank deep.
The goat made up its mind: It was dead. It crumpled slowly to the ground.
Kasimir got up. “That is the monster of the mountains! They call it Bloodhorn.”
“Uthrilir! Hold on!” Hrelgi shouted.
From below them on the mountainside, they distantly heard, “Have to!”
Felewin abandoned recranking the crossbow and guided Oxblood to closer to the edge. Ezmerelda retrieved her axe and the bolt.
“Hrelgi, can you see him?” Ninefingers asked.
“Yes!”
“Can you get him magically?”
“I think he’s too far away,” she said. “Let me think.”
Felewin dismounted and looked down over the edge. Uthrilir had found handholds a hundred paces down the side of the mountain.
“We haven’t got enough rope,” Ninefingers said. “The rope I have is half that length.”
A gust of wind and snow swirled around them. “He’ll never last the night,” Felewin said. “We could send the rope to him but there’s not enough of it. Hrelgi could teleport him if he were closer, but he’s not.”
Hrelgi made a disgusted sound. Kasimir said, “Can you not teleport him up?”
Hrelgi shook her head. “Only between places I’ve been. And even if I had been down there, I’m not good enough at that magic. I mean, if I’m lucky I can do it but this is Uthrilir we’re talking about. I can’t take the chance.”
“If only the rope were longer,” Ninefingers said.
Hrelgi brightened. “Say, twice as long?”
“While we’re wishing, three times.”
“Right, we don’t want it too short. Ezmerelda, do you know fabrica motus?”
Ezmerelda shook her head. “Sensus and materia.”
“Gah. I might be able to, but I already have to cast twice and I can’t hold it… Kasimir?”
The other elf slowly nodded. “I am more used to the latency effect, but yes. I can use motus.”
“Hold on, Uthie,” Hrelgi called. “Felewin, here, tie this rock to the end of this rope. We need it secure so that Uthie can hold on.”
“Sure, but the rope isn’t long enough.”
“Now, sure. Ideally he can put his feet on it and hold on to the rope.”
Felewin took the rock and the rope, and tied the rock.
“Kasimir and I are going to work together on this,” said Hrelgi. “First, I make the rope three times as large. Then, Kasimir propels the rock to Uthrilir. Uthie will have a few seconds to grab the rope and get on. At that point, I stop enlarging the rope, because that’s going to happen anyway, and Uthrilir gets pulled up as the rope shrinks. Then Felewin pulls him the rest of the way.”
Kasimir shook his head. “It will require successful magic and planning.”
“I can’t think of anything else,” Hrelgi said. “And we have to get him off that mountainside. Unless you have enough rope.”
“I do not. Let me prepare my spell.”
“My hands are giving out. Now would be good,” came from down the mountainside.
“Ready?” asked Hrelgi.
Kasimir positioned himself so that “away” from him was “toward Uthrilir” and nodded.[12]
Hrelgi cast the spell and suddenly the rope was three times the original length; Kasimir said a second spell and the rock flew away from him, trailing rope behind it.
The stone shot past Uthrilir and it fell so that the rope was within reach. The dwarf reached out and grabbed it, then held on tightly, wrapping his legs around it too.
Felewin started to move, to haul him up, but Hrelgi said, “Not yet. Hold on very very tightly, Uthie! I’m letting it shrink again!”
The rope got thinner and shorter; the stone rose and hit Uthrilir on the backs of his thighs, and Felewin grunted at the sudden weight of the dwarf.
A moment later, Uthrilir had been pulled fifty paces up the side of the mountain, bouncing against rock and brush as the rope returned to its original size.
Hrelgi looked down at him, waited one more heartbeat, and then said, “Now you can pull him up.[13]”
“Why didn’t you just, what did you call it, motus him up?” Ninefingers asked.
“Don’t know if I can get him at this range and, you remember when I used motus in the Ironwood canyon? I don’t want to get hit by a flying dwarf again, and I don’t want to him to hit me and then fall back down; his arms are already tired.”
Ninefingers nodded.
It was not easy, but Felewin was big and strong. When Uthrilir reached the top, Kasimir and Hrelgi helped the dwarf onto the side of the road.
Uthrilir just lay there for a minute. “You know,” he said, “you swing a mace all day, you fight, you think your arms are in pretty good shape. And then you have to cling for your life to the side of a mountain, and you realize you are not as strong as you thought.”
“You’re here, you’re safe,” said Hrelgi. She helped Uthrilir get up and get on Kasimir’s horse.
Kasimir looked at the sky, which was a darker grey than it had been. “We must hurry. A storm is coming.”
Felewin hadn’t got back on his horse yet; he was tying the dead goat so his horse could drag it close behind. “Waste of good meat if we don’t take it,” he explained. “Goat for dinner.”
Ninefingers said, “Great. Kasimir, I couldn’t help but notice that the gate has a portcullis and a wall of green flame. Got a plan?”
“No, but she does,” Kasimir said. Ninefingers couldn’t tell whether the elf was indicating Ezmerelda or Hrelgi.
Ezmerelda turned to get Hrelgi in the corner of her vision. “Must be you. It’s all new to me.”
Hrelgi said, “Give me a minute.” She started looking through her grimoire, and then said a spell. She examined the results, which were only visible to her. “Okay. The flames are magical, and I think I can stop them for a moment. However I can’t stop the flames and raise the portcullis.”
“That should be easy,” said Kasimir. “I am told that if we approach the portcullis, it will rise. The flame is the difficult thing.”
“How long does the portcullis stay up?” Felewin asked.
“Not long.”
“And how long can you suppress the fire, Hrelgi?”
Hrelgi studied the portcullis. “Less than not long.”
Felewin said, “Then I guess Hrelgi should be ready before we approach the portcullis, and all of us should be ready to gallop once Hrelgi tells us to.”
“I need to be close to make it easier.” Hrelgi found the right parts of the spell in her grimoire and read them over. “Okay. I’m ready.”
Felewin urged his horse closer to the gate. The others followed. He could hear the crackle of the flames behind the portcullis. Nothing happened.
“Your information might have been incorrect,” Felewin said.
Annoyed, Kasimir rode right to the portcullis. With a terrible screech, the portcullis rose up, revealing the wall of flames.
“Okay,” said Hrelgi over the fire, and she pronounced the spell.[14]
The flames vanished. Everyone dashed through; in a moment, the portcullis shut and the flames reappeared.
“I don’t feel much heat off those flames,” said Ninefingers. “Is it maybe an illusion?”
“Put your arm in and check,” suggested Kasimir.
Ninefingers retorted, “Doesn’t need to be hot to kill you. A giant boulder isn’t hot, but it’s still lethal.”
Kasimir laughed. “I agree.”
Felewin took a moment to set the giant goat draining, over the edge off the mountain.
The next obstacle was the tower door. It was made of wood, bound with iron, and barred from the inside. Ninefingers said, “No keyhole.”
Felewin joined them. He said, “Might be occupied,” and knocked.
Nothing happened.
Felewin said, “Well, that’s the design of a watchtower. Always occupied.”
“Why is it barred from the inside? Did they die inside?” asked Ninefingers. “We get in, we need to be on guard.”
“Think there’s a route down, through the roof?” Uthrilir asked.
“Maybe,” said Ninefingers.
Felewin asked Kasimir, “Sure this tower isn’t used?”
“Not since Strahd conquered this land,” the elf replied. Unlike everyone else, he did not seem bothered by the cold or the wind.
“Centuries old wood, then, and untended,” said Felewin. “Let’s give this a try.”[15]
From the hinges, Felewin knew it opened out. He looked for places to grab. The handle was iron and solidly riveted; he found purchase in the iron banding. He pulled carefully, because the intent was to break the bar and not the door itself.
Felewin heaved, hard, groaning with the effort and feeling like something would burst…but eventually the wooden bar inside splintered. The door gave way enough that Ninefingers could reach in and push the bar out of the way.
Kasimir said, “I hope you are never mad at me.”
Ninefingers said, “You wouldn’t like it.”
“Shall we?” Felewin said. “The storm is about to hit.”
The room inside was bare; there was a cold hearth opposite the door, with wind howling down the chimney, like voices. To the right was a stone staircase, leading up. The walls had three windows looking out on the dark mist.
“Do we have wood for that fireplace?” Ninefingers asked.
“Only if Kasimir packed some,” said Felewin.
“I did not,” said Kasimir. “Barley for the horses, but not firewood.”
“Will the horses be okay?” Hrelgi asked.
“Maybe,” said Felewin. “Not enough room here for four horses and six people. Ninefingers, look upstairs and see what’s there.”
Ninefingers was already on the stairs.
Uthrilir said, “Hrelgi, can you heat the hearthstones?”
She replied, “Easily. Can we bring the horses in?”
“If Ninefingers says the upstairs is safe, they can stay down here and we can sleep up there,” said Felewin. “Downstairs will be smelly, anyway.”
“Horses?” Kasimir asked.
“And I’m going to scrape and cure that goat hide. It’s furry and it’s better than nothing.”
“I packed cold weather gear for everyone but Ezmerelda,” said Kasimir. “I did not expect her.”
“She deserves to be warm, too.”
Ninefingers came down. “Frigid but safe. Has its own fireplace. There’s a trapdoor to the roof.”
“Does the door open?”
“Can’t tell; ladder rungs are too far apart for me to climb.”
Felewin nodded. “Hrelgi, if you’ll please heat the two hearthstones, things might get more bearable here. I’ll bring in the horses and unload them.[16]”
Kasimir and Uthrilir both volunteered to help; they hauled the unloaded bags upstairs. Felewin got the horses free of tack and saddles and bags, and then rubbed them down and checked their hooves. Kasimir came down with barley for them; the two put the bar back in place — there was enough still to keep the door from opening, but you had to place it very carefully — and then went upstairs.
Felewin skinned the goat and cut meat for everyone, including strips he hoped he could dry, even with the meager resources for a drying rack and no smoke. After they ate,[17] he sat downstairs, scraped the hide, cured it, which took him until late. He figured out a way to hang the hide for the night, which wasn’t as good as stretching it, but it was all he had.
He went outside, kicked the carcass over the mountain edge, and washed his hands with snow, then went back inside and up to the second floor.
Hrelgi had heated up the fireplace rocks so much that no one wanted to cover up. They lay there on their bedrolls. Hrelgi shuttered the lantern and they listened to the wind.
Ninefingers said, “I don’t mean to get your hopes up, Felewin, but Ireena might not be dead.”
Felewin stopped adjusting his bedroll. “Go on.”
“The Abbot was there, and he has some kind of powers.”
“He is a fallen angel,” said Uthrilir. The others turned to look at him. “The look is unmistakable once you know the signs. He disguises himself well.”
“So he has magic abilities?”
“Oh, yes,” said Uthrilir. “Much greater than any we have seen.”
Hrelgi said, “I beg your pardon.”
“You are powerful, my dear, but he is on a different plane of power. He reanimates corpses easily. He wears his illusion of humanity all day every day.”
“Could he create a rend?” Ninefingers asked.
“I do not know, but I suspect he could.”
“We have only the word of eyewitnesses who were there at the same time as the Abbot that Ireena was taken to heaven,” said Ninefingers. “It is possible that the entire taken-to-heaven story is just a story, an illusion the Abbot created. Ireena stepped into the pool—or rather, into a rend—and was sent…somewhere.”
Felewin asked, “Where?”
“I cannot say,” said Ninefingers. “I do not even know if that happened, but it’s possible.” He yipped a small laugh. “As you say, I see tricks everywhere, and this could be a trick.”
“I doubt it,” said Uthrilir. “That is not something done by an angel, even a fallen one.”
“As do I,” said Felewin, “but thank you for the thought, Ninefingers.”
There was silence, and finally Ezmerelda said, “Kasimir, what are you looking for?”
There was a long pause, and finally Kasimir said, “The Amber Temple is where Strahd made his deal with dark powers. I believe there is something there that will restore my sister to life.”
“Your sister, who has been dead for centuries?” Ezmerelda asked.
“Yes.” Before she could speak again, Kasimir said, “I have lived for centuries[18] with the knowledge that I am the cause of my sister’s death, and that I am the reason that there are no female dusk elves. I cannot atone for the latter, but perhaps I can bring my sister back to life.”
“And the other elves are okay with this?” asked Uthrilir. “They lost daughters, mothers, and wives.”
“My sister is the only one I can bring back without Strahd slaughtering her again.” They heard a sigh in the darkness. “It is all I can do.”
Felewin thought, If the cause of my suffering were resurrected and the loved ones I had lost were not, I might be resentful. Good that the elves are not humans, I suppose.
Felewin made a note to ask Hrelgi when Kasimir was not around, and went to sleep.
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Monsters
Dire Wolf
| Abilities | Fitness 4 Awareness 4 Creativity 0 Reasoning 0 Influence 0 |
|---|---|
| Skills | Athletics 4 (≤8), Brawling 4 (≤8), Survival ≤5, Tracking 5 (≤9) |
| Gimmicks |
Sangzor, the Giant Goat
| Abilities | Fitness 3 Awareness 3 Creativity 0 Reasoning 0 Influence 0 |
|---|---|
| Skills | Brawling 5 (≤8), Survival 6 (≤6) |
| Gimmicks | Musclebound, Natural Weapons (Ramming +1 fat, total damage 3 fat), Sure Footed |
Game Mechanics
[1] Mythic suggested theme: Increase News (close a thread)
[2] Felewin has 10 riding and 11 archery, so she rolls against riding. Felewin rolls a 6, margin of 4, difficulty -2 (short range but it’s oversized). Its armor does not help it, so it takes 3 levels of damage.
[3] Horse has no composure, so let’s try just Fitness, a Difficulty 4 task. Nope, that’s an 8; fails. The other horses roll a 3 (so Kasimir’s horse stays) and a 7. Felewin makes his Animal Handling roll by a margin of 2, so he’ll be back in a turn.
[4] We use one of Uthrilir’s freebie endowments: he rolls intervention, so four (I rolled) tasks will each get 1d6 added to the skill level. Kasimir uses one of his memorized spells, F. Materia: he rolls 6, but his skill level is now 3 higher, so he makes it and removes 3 health levels: the first dire wolf is dead.
[5] Second intervention is on Tracking: Felewin’s skill is now 5 higher, which is good because the mist makes it difficulty 2. Felewin rolls a 6, margin of 6, so he knows where the second dire wolf is.
[6] Felewin rolls a 5, for a margin of 5, easily enough for a partly-hidden beast. The last two interference additions go to avoiding the armored bits. The second dire wolf now has 3 injury levels.
[7] Hrelgi rolls a 2, triumph, so that dire wolf is dead.
[8] Do any of them see Sangzor? He’s got Stealth but only gets margin -1 on his Stealth roll. I’m going to say that makes him Difficulty 2 to see. Everyone’s Awareness is high enough to see him if we did this as an automatic thing, but we’re not going to. Instead, we’ll use Survival for the three riders: Felewin, Ezmerelda, and Kasimir. Felewin rolls a 5, Ezmerelda rolls a 5, Kasimir rolls a 10. That’s margin of 3 for Felewin, margin of 3 for Ezmerelda, and margin of -4 for Kasimir, which tells you who he’s going to attack.
[9] Sangzor rolls a 6, making his regular Brawling by 1 and his “two people on a slow horse who didn’t see me” by 3. He hits the horse and knocks it sideways. The horse rolls a 3, so it does not fall down or over the edge, but Uthrilir has no Riding skill and rolls an 11 (margin -7, not a calamity, but bad). Kasimir rolls a 10 (margin -3). He is knocked off the horse; Uthrillir is knocked off the ledge.
[10] And what does Felewin roll? A 2. Triumph. So we’ll double the damage and check the armor. Two stopped by the armor and four let through. The ram is badly, badly hurt…and it rolls 11 on its composure, so it fails that by a margin of -2 (musclebound helps here because it’s a toughness thing).
[11] Ezmerelda rolls a 6, giving her a margin of 3 (it’s oversized), and none of the armor activates, so the beast takes another 2 health levels, and is dead.
[12] Hrelgi rolls an 8 on ge, a 4 on R+C, and then a 6 on materia, and another 6 on R+c. Kasimir rolls a 7 (margin 0) on motus, but he doesn’t have composure, so he fails the R+C roll by 4, rolling a 7. So he collects 1 Fatigue.
[13] Felewin rolls a 6 on his Athletics+Fitness roll, margin 4. Let’s say that Uthrilir collects 2 Fat damage from the trip; armor protects him from 1 of those.
[14] Even close up, it’s going to be difficulty 4. Hrelgi will do it as a prostrated task to reduce it to difficulty 2, but that still requires her to roll a 7 or less. Hrelgi rolls a 7, and makes a margin of 2, which meets the difficulty of 2. She (and I) always forgets about F. Ge and magical range, but she doesn’t want to roll twice.
[15] Difficulty 5. Felewin will make a prostrated task to make it Difficulty 3; his Fit+Athletics is 10, and he rolls a 7, margin of 3 just matching the difficulty.
[16] No point in rolling; Hrelgi can just re-try until she gets them.
[17] Felewin rolled a 4 on Survival, which we’re using for the hide first; it will be acceptable (though not tanned or softened). He rolls 6 (margin 2) dinner, so everything is cooked even though it’s a difficulty 2 meal.
[18] My elves live longer than standard Iron & Gold elves.
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