Producing an annoyed grunt, Garroth followed. "Sorry Patry, but if its between possible danger out here, and certain danger down there, I have to stick with Mel." He said as he tested the rope.
Patricie tells Melaphi that she respects his decision, but that she has more responsibility than just herself.
After the sunlight explanation she adds, "And therefore, if we wait until morning, go in, find that the vampires are too much for us, we can easily retreat into the sunlight. But if you guys want to go into enemy territory when they're at their strongest and least vulnerable, be my guest. Trilby and I will live on to tell your heroic tale." She pauses before continuing, "I want to rescue her as much as anyone else, but dead people can't rescue anyone."
She accepts the whistle, and nods in agreement with Melaphi's advice about using it.
"well, unless they've been reainamated, then they can, they just usually don't
Payet pulls up somethin to sit on "I wonder why they didn't take the constructs instead of us, constructs don't have blood to suck or minds to control, they'd just smash the place to rubble once they found the girl, "
"Good point." Patricie taps her head with her finger, "Yet another reason I'm glad we didn't go down there."
He pauses to consider her words "you think this is a trap for us and not for them?
"Well you'd better turn in," the cave druid says, "Trilby and I will take first watch."
"right, right, make sure you get some sleep too, spellcasting's hard without proper rest, "
Fethryth walks out of the keep. She looks like she's talking but no sound is coming out. Out of frustration she starts pulling items out of her pockets and throwing them across the clearing while yelling at the top of her lungs...or at least it looks like she's yelling.
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Payet and Patry enjoy a quiet evening as the animals keep watch.
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In the darkness beyond the little recess Patricie, Payet, and Trilby have chosen for their camp, a pair of glowing red eyes flash. Moments later, a large wolf walks into view, its hackles raised, lips curled back over snarling teeth as it stalked forward. Then a second canine form walked into view. Wolf after wolf stalked into the clearing, forming a semi-circle in front of the opening, all twelve quiet, stifling their usual hunting howls. Their manner can't be mistaken for anything less than threatening and imminently violent as they get ready to lunge forward toward the two aasimars and the bear.
Payet faces the wolves and drowsily speaks to them "hey now, good dog, er Wolves stay back now, "
The pretty blonde woman rises from a nearby hiding place. She steps up behind the wolves, placing a hand on one of them comfortingly. Her husky voice carries over the still night air to Patry, a wave of magical compulsion behind it.
"Come here, my friend. You are quite a pretty thing, aren't you?"
Patry resists the command, rising from her bedroll and picking up her quarterstaff. "You! I knew this was a trap!"
The druid orders her bear into the action.
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As one, the wolves starts snarling and snapping as the bear attacks, all twelve of them surging forward.
Six of the wolves surround the ferocious bear, returning fire. Three of the wolves sink their jaws in, but are unable to bring the larger beast down.
Meanwhile, four wolves move to surround the newly risen druidess, hoping to drag her back down. Only one wolf manages to sink its teeth into the woman, but it tears deeply into her.
The other two wolves get on opposite sides of the still-lounging Payet, attempting to snap at him. One of the beasts manages to snatch a portion that is unarmored, leaving a deep gash on the bard.
Patry summons a wall of stone to defend herself against one of the attacks, but she chooses the wrong one it seems.
Payet stays on the ground, grabbing his axe and starting a hard tune.
As Payet starts to jam out, Crystal locks her blue eyes onto his. The pupils seem to start expanding, then contracting, expanding, then contracting, repeatedly and quickly. A fine line appears on her delicate brow, directly above her nose. A look of intense concentration! Afterwards, she backs away from the melee.
Patry bids Trilby to retaliate, and he bites and claws at the wolf who got him the worst .
Patricie produces a scroll and reads its celestial words, and Payet briefly glows with a white light.
Patricie swings her quarterstaff at the wolf which wounded her the worst
Trilby leans forward, her great teeth bearing down and snapping the neck of the wolf that inflicted the worst wounds upon it. A powerful swipe of the bear's claw brings down the other wolf the animal companion had already wounded.
The two wolves flanking Payet leave his side suddenly and inexplicably, filling the void left by the two casualties. The bear seems unaware of the new additions, able to fend off all the original wolves it faced but getting bitten by the new ones, one almost managing to catch the beast off balance and drag it to the ground.
Meanwhile, Patricie is able to crack one of the wolves facing her across the jaw, but the feral creature remains upright, snarling, before all four lunge at her. The number of attacks begins to overwhelm the woman, all but one of the wolves managing to score a hit on the beleaguered woman, one of them twisting her ankle in its jaws and dragging her to the ground.
The blonde woman just hangs back, a look of hunger crossing her features as the wolves, bear, and both heroes bleed liberally in front of her. A look of uncertainty and disgust twists her face as she reaches up to feel the elongated canines that have thrust forward to hang slightly over her bottom lip. She pierces her finger accidentally as she feels the right incisor, her mouth open as she looks down at the bloody finger. A quick turn of her head sends her blonde mane flying as she looks back towards the hole.
Screaming in pain, Patricie shouts, "Run, Trilby! Run!" After the bear looks back at the woman who raised him, he obeys, pounding his way through a crack in the line of wolves surrounding him . Patricie hoists herself up on her quarterstaff, and casts Binding Earth on the ground beneath a wolf.
Payet, blank faced, also runs in the same direction as the bear
The wolf that Patricie casts her spell on is able to shake off the effects, the roiling earth having little effect on the canine.
In perfect coordination, five of the wolves trail after Trilby to ensure the bear stays gone, interposing themselves between the savage beast and the ongoing melee.
Meanwhile, the one of them peels off to help the other four engaged with Patry, the prone druidess a tempting target to their snapping jaws. The wolves at her head and feet manage to give her painful bites, but her kicking and flailing keeps the others at bay.
Turning her attention back to the druidess, the blonde's confused demeanor is replaced by a wicked smile as she walks back towards the melee, her incisors still hanging over her lip. She points to where the bear retreated, blue eyes fuming as she says with controlled rage, "Put down the staff and lie still, b&+$@, or I send the wolves after the bear and have a new rug when I return to my throne."
Patricie, remaining prone, drops her quarterstaff, draws her crossbow and fires at .
Sensing the woman's imminent demise, the wolves close in on Patricie, jaws snapping at her from seemingly every direction. Two of the wolves manage glancing bites on her exposed arms, but the woman manages to fend off the worst.
Meanwhile, the other five wolves simultaneously take off after the bear, hearing the silent commands of their current pack leader.
The blonde smirks, nodding. "I figured as much. I'll make sure you're conscious long enough to see the wolves return with the bear's head. It could have lived a long life in the wild if you had only thrown down your weapon and surrendered."