Andreas slashes the savage beast and Daisey pummels it with her hooves, leaving it a crumpled heap of mangy fur on the forest floor. Albert dismounts and strikes at his attacker, scoring a substantial wound across it's snarling muzzle.
Kesten steps toward Seraphina and slashes with his blade wounding what seems to be leader of this pack. The creature opens it's jaws and calls out in a gravelly voice, "Come brothers, tonight we feast on man-flesh!" And Andreas' words prove prophetic as more wolflike shapes flow out of the brush to surround the party!
The packleader snaps at Kesten, but rebounds off the soldier's shield. The one with yellow eyes lunges for Saorise again, but clamps down on only air. Albert's foe, it's eyes gleaming green chomps down on his other shin and gives a vicious shake, pulling the Magus off his feet.
Two of the newcomers converge on Daisey, biting at her vulnerable legs, while the other pair rush to aid their packleader. One with eyes glowing magenta bites into the mare's fetlock, the other goes for her gaskin.
Kesten's attackers find their way past his ample defenses and rip into his thigh, the second managing to pull him off his feet as well.
Standing up is a move-equivalent action that provokes an attack of opportunity from each threatening enemy.
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Kesten - dismounts, drawing sword
Wolf? (Red) - steps, attacks Seraphina, bites for 5 damage
Wolf? (Yellow) - steps, attacks Saorise, bites for 8 damage
Wolf? (Green) - steps, attacks Albert, bites for 9 damage
Wolf? (Blue) - steps, attacks Andreas, misses
Saorise - begins performance, Inspire Courage
Seraphina - grows wings
Round 1
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Ser Andreas - steps, drawing weapon, issues challenge, directs mount to attack, attacks Blue for 15 damage
_Daisey - attacks Blue for 15 damage
Albert - dismounts, drawing weapon, attacks Green for 11 damage
Kesten - steps, drawing shield, attacks Red for 8 damage
Wolf? (Red) - attacks Kesten , bites, misses
Wolf? (Yellow) - attacks Saorise, bites, misses
Wolf? (Green) - attacks Albert, bites for 9 damage, trips Albert
Wolf? (Blue) - stable -4 hp
Wolf? (Magenta) - attacks Daisey, bites for 9 damage, fails to trip
Wolf? (Purple) - attacks Kesten, bites for 7 damage, fails to trip
Wolf? (Orange) - attacks Kesten, bites for 9 damage, trips Kesten
Wolf? (Cyan) - attacks Daisey, bites for 10 damage, fails to trip
➤Rillka
➤Saorise (-8 hp)
➤Seraphina (-5 hp)
Round 2
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➤Ser Andreas
_Daisey (-7 hp)
➤Albert (-18 hp, prone)
➤Kesten (-18 hp, prone)
Wolf? (Red)
Wolf? (Yellow)
Wolf? (Green)
Wolf? (Blue)
Wolf? (Magenta)
Wolf? (Purple)
Wolf? (Orange)
Wolf? (Cyan)
Rillka
Saorise
Seraphina
Hearing the Worg speak drawls a scowl to his face and Andreas knows the tone of a leader.
Oh come now wolfy. Your ambush is faltering...
The knight and Daisy proceed to attack the Worg assaulting Albert.
...already two of your numbers are down. I suggest you leave now while you can.
Worgs! Hey Tall Folk I hope Daisy leaves some for you, but can I have that pelt?
Rillka adjusts her position so as to not be exposed to the beast's jaws
. She then uses her arcanist elemental lightning lance to attack.
Seraphina launches herself into the air off her summoned mount with a mighty flap of her flaming wings. The Worg pack-leader rips into her leg with a crunch of powerful jaws. She yelps in pain, but powers through ascending at a 45 degree angle and turning back to extend a hand back toward the pack-leader.
Sacred Geometry Equation: (((5x5) +3) x2) +3 = 59
A massive font of flame leaps from her hand to immolate the pack-leader and then jumps like a living thing from the smoldering mound of fur to the next worg nearby, burning that one seriously as well.
Her summoned mount, now rider-less, follows Daisey's example and steps to pummel the flaming, purple eyed worg, though with much less success.
Damn you, infernal beast! Albert yells as his feet are pulled from under him and he hits the ground.
Unsure of how steady his legs may be, he prepares to swing his scimitar at the wolf, until he sees Andreas's mount Daisy trample it to death.
Seeing the coast is clear, he rises to his feet and stumbles toward the wolf attacking Saorise, his sword bursting into flame as he brings it down on the creature's thick fur.
To the pits of hell with you, abomination!
Hearing one of the wolves shouting out intelligably, Saoirse's eyes widen as she notes the glint of malice in the yellow-eyed beast trying to snap at her. Dismounting on the opposite side of her horse, she begins to unleash a blistering tirade of unrelenting insults, so devastating that they bomard the attacking creatures, both mind and body.
Rillka zaps a worg with a lance of crackling lightning. Saorise breaks into a tirade that leaves the beasts blistered and shaken as two of them burst into flame. Seraphina blasts with her arc of leaping flame. Daisy pummels the green eyed beast into submission while Andreas slashes at Rillka's electrified target. Albert regains his feet and strikes down Saorise's attacker with his flaming blade. Kesten lashes out from his prone position with his longsword, felling one of the burning beasts.
Finally only one worg still stands, surrounded by the the smoking remains of it's decimated pack, shaken to it's bones and with the scent of of it's own burning flesh and fur in it's nose, the creature breaks and flees for it's life!
Seraphina calls down from above. "Should I pursue and finish it off?"
Andreas looks around at the carnage and then at the damage the worgs did to them.
Man flesh...
He looks to Seraphina up in the air.
Destroy it.
Seraphina gives a quick nod and then flies swiftly after the fleeing worg. Another heightened blast of flame and the creature is left a smoking heap.
Sacred Geometry Equation: (((3+5) +3) x5) +4 = 59
Seraphina returns soon and sets down, wincing as she puts weight on her injured leg again. "I don't think I've ever seen such a large pack of worgs before!" She exclaims as she turns to check on Kesten's wounds.
Ser Andreas remembers the purse he spotted in the trail and goes to retrieve it. The leather pouch is worn and filthy, with obvious teeth marks scarring it's surface. He is surprised to discover it holds something and is nearly shocked when he pours the contents out into his hand to reveal several sizeable, high quality gems. The worgs had likely baited and kill many a band of travelling merchants to have collected such a prize.
Seraphina expends the rest of her low level spells to ameliorate the worst of the party's wounds and as the shadows deepen with the approach of dusk, it becomes clear that it has come time to camp again. Fortunately, dinner is a simple affair with Tiressia's gift of goodberries. They last only a limited time, so you take advantage of the filling and nourishing meal without the need to cook.
Returning to the group, Andreas tosses the pouch to the ground in front of them.
It appears that this was the lure they set out for travelers.
The knight looks at the Worg bodies, worry etched on his face.
Rumor has it that this Howl of the North Wind hunts the Kamelands not the Narlmarches. I had hopes that this was him and we would be able to put his reign of terror to rest. I doubt this is him.
Rillka seeks to first aid the others, at least until Seraphina returns and is able to heal everyone wounded.
She then sets about collecting the worg pelt, skull and claws. She places them with the puma pelt, skull and claws collected from the companion of the mad hemit, Bokken's brother, and looking through the items she had gathered up at the tree. She unwraps the locket and examines it and the cloth wrapping closer...
Even if it isn't Tall Folk, worg bandits are still bandits. We did good...together. She adds the last with a pointed look to each of the companions and a silent nod of thanks.
These are good companions for you little halfling, strong of spirit and blade, spell and song. she adds silently to herself.
In camp she will offer to help everyone clean up, casting prestidigitation as accepted.
Seraphina blinks at the news of more worgs in the area. "Let us hope that his pack is not so large as this..." She comments as she casts mending on her torn breeches.
Rillka notices a funny blotch on the cloth that she had taken for a stain before resembles the shape of a skull. She opens the cloth fully and after a few minutes spent deciphering the scrawls and faded marks, she recognizes the distinctive shape of the Tuskwater! This is a map that seems to point the way to a hidden burial cairn somewhere in the Kamelands between the Gudrin and Shrike rivers, due east of your capital!
Albert accepts Rillka's offer to help him clean up a bit. Thank you. We did do well, although it is troubling that so many seem to have fallen victim to these vicious wolves without any organized response. Could someone be helping them?