Hasren shifts behind the werewolf while it deals with Marc's attack. He uses the distraction to slash at the lycanthrope's legs, hindering it's ability to dodge future attacks.
Aleph moves back hurriedly and then blasts at the werewolf twice more, hitting both times. The wolf lets off another of its ear-splitting howls.
Terra croaks at her toad coaxing it to attack the werewolf. It moves to Q20 and lashes out with it's tongue.
vs Ref
on hit pull WW to Q21
Having crunched down one wolf, the toad has a go with another. Its tongue streaks out and its sticky tip latches on to the werewolf.
Sefra knocks her bow and lets lose an arrow that goes wide of the mark.
Marc crashes down and the wolf attacks him where he lies. But then she backs away cautiously, her wounds beginning to take their toll.
With a frustrated grimace, Heimoth throws his handaxe after the retreating beast.
Marc.
Marc's look of surprise as he is slammed to the ground is exceeded only by his shout of pain as the she-wolf tears him a new one. Literally.
When the werewolf backs off, Marc is left panting on the ground, looking barely alive. But through the blood you can see scales forming on his skin. He takes a breath, and then another deeper breath, and his eyes snap open.
He looks perturb.
[ooc]Slide 1 square back from the WW, just in case. Currently 20HP, no longer bloodied, but I keep the bonus to AC till end of encounter.
Terra blows into her hands and throws a flame seed at the werewolf
vs Ref
The toad continues his assault on the werewolf.
vs Ref
Aleph's blast narrowly misses, but Terra's seed of flame engulfs the werewolf. The toads sticky tongue darts out, hauling the werewolf through the flames.
Sefra shoots another arrow at the werewolf.
Sefra's arrow thuds into the ground next to the werewolf. The werewolf then dashes away, seeking to escape.
vs Ref
Heimoth catches the werewolf a blow and the toad's tongue scores her hide with acidic secretions. But she nevertheless succeeds in breaking free and hurls herself across the clearing and into thedark of the forest.
MArc watches the werewolf leave, panting heavily himself.
"Hm. Pursue a were-beast into the deep, dark woods, where it is at home, at night. OR stay close to the nice, warm fire. Sorry lads and ladies, I'm adventurous, not suicidal." The dandy grins in evident relief.
"No, you're right. She can tell her damned clan about how tough we are. They'll either leave us alone in the future, which is good, or they'll come after us in force, which will be the end of us. Nothing we can do either way now."
"We can hope for the former and prepare for the later to take as many with us as we can..."
"Remember! We tried to do this the friendly way! Don't let your pack's death be for nothing. Learn from this & don't bring a similar doom down on your tribe!" Hasren calls out after the fleeing werewolf.
The rest of the night passes without further attack. The drizzle also moves on and the day is bright again. This area is mostly forest and is bisected by one of the bigger rivers around these parts. Known locally as the Thorn River, its marshy banks make the going difficult on the valley bottom. But it isn't especially deep (or, indeed, easily navigable by anything larger that a canoe) and the advenrurers' horses can cross without much difficulty. The river also leads them to the abandoned bandit camp where Kressle and her followers were bested. It has been a few weeks since that battle, and the place is empty and forlorn. But it makes a decent enough campsite for the next night.
The party spend the next two days mapping this section of the Thorn valley. Upriver, it bends west. Downriver to the south, it bursts from the cover of the forest canopy to head into the grassland.
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The following day the explorers head east, back out onto the grasslands. The mysteries of the forest are left behind for the moment as they begin mapping the Kamelands again. This part of the savannah is relatively high, between the valley of the Thorn to the west and another river in the distance to the south-east. The wind blows constantly here, but the grass is thick and lush and the weather fair. Streams play between large grey rocks and beside them grow strange flowers, with dense heads of tiny white blooms reaching up as tall as a man above long strappy leaves. While pretty to look at, up close they also have the smell of an orc's jockstrap. Flies crawl amongst the flowers, unaccountably atracted by the scent.
Sefra notices a large cleft between two rocks at the base of a crag. It seems to lead down into a rough tunnel.
"Hey, there seems to be some sort of cave over here. We should check it out, what should we call it?"
"Well, perhaps we should see if it has inhabitants first. It would be most distressing to call it 'Sandra's Haven', and then discover it is more properly called 'Goblin Den'." Marc declares with a grin. He gets down from his horse and hobbles it in preparation for joining the exploration.
Nature
Nature
Nature
The cave mouth leads into a tunnel, descending into darkness.
"Let's take a look. If it is empty, it'll make a good shelter if bad weather hits us, and if something's there... Well, it might need cleanin' out." Heimoth draws his sword and stalks towards the cave entrance.
Perception
Heimoth steps cautiously down the tunnel. It is unlit, but there seems to be a larger chamber beyond. However, he will need a light source to continue.