The tatzlwyrm is clearly impacted by Trelck's attack, a moderate gash in it's side welling red blood into the white snow. Drew's attack, however, goes wide, leaving the serpentine creature no further harmed. It gives a high-pitched screech as it faces Trelck, attempting to simultaneously bite the dwarf and throw it's coils around him.
The beast's fangs bite deep into Trelck's flesh, leaving a deep wound in the dwarf! The taste of blood seems to further incite the creature's bloodlust as it bites down, using it's teeth to hold the dwarf still as it tries to wrap it's serpentine body around him.
The coils tighten around Trelck's body, clinging tightly to him, pinning his arms to his sides! The beast then immediately slithers to the tree it used to ambush the group from above, provoking a follow-up attack from Drew while it is focused on escaping with this new prey.
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Drew reacts to the creature as it tries to slither past him.
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Drew's attack goes wide, missing the tatzlwyrm by a fair margin, leaving it free to slither to the base of the tree, where it turns to hiss loudly at the remaining party members.
Though visibly shaken by Ykatarina's spell, the creature manages to maintain control of it's fear well enough to stop from simply dropping Trelck from it's coils and running.
Drew will move forward and try and protect Trelck from further damage. Am I correct that the wyrm left? If not, and it is within his reach, Drew will strike at it.
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Drew's blade bites into the flesh of your foe, causing it to yelp from the sudden pain. However, it seems only to re-double it's efforts, coils reflexively tightening around Trelck. The dwarf fails to extricate himself from the wyrm's body, and it immediately moves to climb up the tree it is at the base of, quickly slithering nearly 30 feet up, looking down at the others and roaring it's fury.
Ykaterina will take aim with her newly aqquired crossbow,
and barely miss Trelck
Salvianella, in her alchemically-charged logic, decides to climb up the tree after the creature.
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Unfortunately, Salvianella is not able to find purchase on the tree; the recent snow has left the branches slippery and much more difficult to grip than she anticipated.
Taking his bow, Drew attempts to hit the treed creature.
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The tatzlwyrm, having reached as high as it can safely climb without risking the tree breaking, looks at the dwarf held in it's coils and hisses hungrily before simply loosening it's grip, dropping Trelck to the ground.
After dropping Trelck, the wyrm moves back down the tree, closing to within ten feet of the group, though it remains in the tree. It is clearly building up it's energy for another charge forward into your ranks.
Ykaterina shoots the beast but misses then backs away
Clearly unhappy with the state of things, though realizing that the tatzlwyrm is now within striking distance of her shortspear, Salvianella rears back, not considering the loss of her weapon any big drawback at this point, throwing the projectile as hard as she can towards the wyrm.
Salvi's spear flies through the air with great speed, and before the tatzlwyrm can react, it is skewered just below it's head! It gives a loud shriek of pain and suddenly looks around itself, clearly weakened and panicked by the blow from the spear, all thought of continuing the fight lost. It now seems interested in nothing more than running away as quickly as it can.
Drew again attempts to fire at the creature with his shortbow.
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As if Salvianella's shortspear painted a bullseye on the wyrm's side, Drew's arrow easily finds a target, piercing the wyrm's throat as it attempts another cry of alarm and pain.
The blow dealt, it's body goes limp, pinned to the tree by the shortspear and the arrow.
Ykaterina flounders through the deep snow to find Wildir and stabilise him.
It only takes a little while of searching for the group to find Wildir's body where the tatzlwyrm had dragged it beneath the snow. Though seriously injured, the snow seems to have stopped most of his wounds from bleeding and he is clearly still breathing.
Cure light wounds on Wildir
Wildir is brought back to 1 HP and regains consciousness!
His hide shirt and wild hair now crusted with dried blood and twigs, the battered druid sputters back to consciousness. Pushing away the water, he tries to focus his bloodshot eyes on the dwarf, "Vat happent dis time?"
Wildir looks a little freaked by the dragon. "Dat is a dragon! De valking dead, fey, und dragons so far- dese voods are getting stranger every day. I tink ve gonna need more supplies to rescue dis lady. I say ve get back to town get more stuff."
Drew nods agreement, his eyes still on the arrow he shot that finally helped kill the 'dragon'.
"Den let us get out uf here before it get too late. Maybe we can get something for dis dragon hide."
"Agreed..we were only suppossed to be scouting anyway weren't we?"
Wildir is able to skin the tatzlwyrm successfully, salvaging the length of it's hide as well as the head for a rather impressive mounting job, should he wish it done. When Wildir picks up the sword, he is immediately strike by the balance of it. While perhaps not as skilled a warrior as others, it is clear that the weapon is of a superior quality.
Your return to Heldren is uneventful; no adversaries appear to assault you of any kind. You find that the weather has grown noticeably colder since you left, as if the deep winter from somewhere within the Border Wood is slowly expanding outward to engulf the village.
Wildir returns to town beaten and sore. Leaving the resale of the scavenged arms to the others, he drops off his tatzl hide for processing, and dens up somewhere somewhat warm to sleep it off. He doesn't reappear until two days later.
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Trelck spends his looking to see if any other new arrivals in town (or unmentioned locals) might have the muscle for this job. Convinced that they need the time to rest, the dwarf still wants to be sure to move out asap to get on the trail of the kidnappers. Obviously the dangers of this situations were greater than even he had anticipated.
Ykaterina looks around at the others and her face is bleak.."I am, it seems, not the best person to be doing this.I feel I would be best used helping top organise things here in the village."
Nothing can sway the young witch from her stated course.
Sondergang sits in the warmth of the bar room nursing a local ale..not bad for humans but nothing to compare with the stuff his own people make.
He loks up in interest as Trelck makes a call for aid in investigating the strange weather..
"Aye Lad, Ah'll join ye.Jist wait till ah finish suppin' mah pint"
The grizzled smith-priest downs his drink in a long swallow wipes his lips with the back of his hand sets the tankard down and waves Trelck over "
"Nah then, Ah oonderstan' tha's been having a bit off trooble wit' local wildlife, noat t' mention t' oondead it that rait?"
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Trelck brightens at the prospect of another dwarf, Aye, yes a cleric of our fine and true god would be just the thing to calm the nerves of my youthful companions and put the hammer and axe to the strange things we have already seen! Undead as you say as well as mighty creatures of ill temper and we have heard whispers of fey too.
As the group arrives back in town, Salvianella slips off. Apparently the adventuring business was not for her. She tries her hardest to find the fastest carriage back home.
The weather back in Heldren has improved none; if anything, it feels even colder than it felt when you left. Several of the townspeople notice Salvianella leaving and you hear murmurs of worry from them, afraid that no one will be able to figure out what is going on. Farmers worry about losing their crops, ranchers worry about their animals freezing to death. The entire town seems deeply concerned, at the very least, with everything that's happening to the normally quiet community.