"Yes... that doesn't bode well."
The two injured wolves appear to have had enough; both warily break off from their attackers then turn and flee, making for the opening in the western wall.
Peering around the corner, Eljoy sees a large chamber with several gaping holes in the ceiling, allowing daylight to filter in from above. One of the stone columns that once supported the ceiling is toppled, its broken pieces littering the floor. A thick patch of black mushrooms hides in a nearby corner, giving the room an earthy scent that is barely noticeable above the stench of wet fur.
The two injured wolves slink towards a corner of the room. However, as Eljoy watches, a powerfully built black-furred wolf leaps up from behind the rubble of the fallen column to perch upon a large block of stone. It raises its muzzle to the ceiling and howls loudly, before fixing Eljoy with a baleful glare.
“Why have you disturbed my rest?” growls the wolf in the common tongue. “Why have you attacked my pack? Why should I not tear you limb from limb?”
Reekis pokes his head round the door and points his crossbow. "Hey! A talking wolf."
Oliver hobbles into the room to stand just behind Eljoy, considering the surly man may very well be the target of the talking wolf's ire. "Are we holding here in the doorway?"
Oliver offers, "I think it's a worg, so I don't know that I'll be able to reason with it. Prepare for a fight."
Hearing the others conversing, Jasper looks at Anor and says, "I'm going to go see what they've found. Coming?"
Without waiting for an answer, he heads into the room. He stops beside the desk opposite the talking wolf.
The worg bristles and growls angrily at Eljoy’s comments, but does not immediately attack.
Anor Nods and follows Jasper, keeping close to him and her crossbow up.
Adalwin takes in the scene of the talking wolf, standing upon the rubble of the ruined keep, looking more like a painting than real life. As fierce as the thing looks, the boy knew that he has little choice but to attack, despite still feeling drained by the fight with the spiders. With a strange feeling of detached dread, he rushes forward, shield and bastard sword clenched tightly.
If I am to die, it will not be said I met my end meekly!
The big wolf leaps down from its perch at Adalwin as he draws near, saliva dripping from its open mouth.
Adalwin steps deftly aside, avoiding the worg's bite, slashing at the monster with his bastard sword as he does so, drawing blood, and a litany of snarls and curses from the wolf.
One of the other two wolves seems emboldened by the worg’s attack, and darts forward to attack Adalwin from the other side.
However, the attack seems somewhat half hearted, and even focused on the worg, Adalwin is easily able to avoid the lesser animal.
The other wolf retreats into the corner, whining and licking at its wounds.
Reekis' trigger finger jerks as the worg leaps.
As his first shot goes wild, Reekis quickly reloads and fires again.
The big wolf is more nimble than it looks, darting aside from Eljoy’s strike. Reekis’ crossbow bolts ping harmlessly off the walls.
Jasper moves around the table and looks for an opportunity for his magic to help, flinging a bit of acid at the larger animal to see if it helps.
Jasper's acid splashes onto the big wolf, causing the beast to flinch.
Oliver turns to give Reekis an apologetic look for moving in the way of the doorway, but steps up into the space right behind Adalwin. This allows him to help either of the two men should they get injured.
The big wolf growls and again lunges forward to try to take Adalwin in its slavering jaws.
Anor fires a shot at the big bad wolf as she can't see the others.
<clatter> {b]"Damn!"[/b]
Adalwin cries out, alarmed at the amount of his own blood he can see pooling around him. "I'm going to turn you into a coat!" He calls out, somewhat weakly given the bite he just took.
Desperate now, Adalwin swings his sword as hard as he can, hoping to finish the wolf off quickly.
Anor fires a shot at the big bad wolf as she can't see the others.
[dice=Atk]1d20+3-4 [dice=DMG]1d8
<clatter> {b]"Damn!"[/b]
Adalwin cries out, alarmed at the amount of his own blood he can see pooling around him. "I'm going to turn you into a coat!" He calls out, somewhat weakly given the bite he just took.
[dice=Intimidate] d20 + 4Desperate now, Adalwin swings his sword as hard as he can, hoping to finish the wolf off quickly.
[dice=Power Attack] d20 + 3 -1
[dice=damage] d10 + 3
In his weakened state, Adalwin is not much good at trash talking but he can still swing a sword with some accuracy. Despite now bleeding from several wounds, the big wolf still looks like he has some fight left in him.
The smaller wolf continues to harry Adalwin from the flank.