In English and then French (and will translate if needed):
Which ones escaped -- did anyone see their human faces. The countryside must be told of the threat we were unable to completely eliminate.
Who's with me on tracking these menaces to their hiding-hole and finishing the job?!
We can find a trail now while it's fresh and follow tomorrow at first light.
But we must set perceptive watches tonight and sleep with our eyes half open, in case they return to finish what they started, perhaps with more werewolves.
Nacht returns from hunting down the fleeing werewolf with parts of the beast in his multiple hands....
Nacht drops a horrified-expression frozen head with a unceremonious plop. He begins picking up his weapons.. Disturbingly enough they notice his wounds are all but vanished as he starts recloaking his form.
" Dieser rief, als er abgelaufen. "
He doesnt seem to pay much attention past that, sliding he blades among one another.. cleaning them.
The bowman gave Nacht a long stare as he spoke.
"Bist du absichtlich morbid ? Einige von uns nicht auf den Tod zu leben."
He withdrew what bolts he could unbroken. These will have to last me a long time in this land. Maybe that old cook knows some more helpful inventions...
After the scholar's speech, the half-elf replied: "Ich werde erst nehmen."
Nacht's yellow eyes went over the being in front of him once more. This being spoke his language, how fitting. Yet the wording confused hm. What was this being speaking of? That weapon the being used.. was ranged yet seemed little use as of yet. Was the being mocking him? Testing his intelligence. The weapon was clearly meant to kill. How not was that mean for creating death? It is a weapon.
" Ich jagen Beute und ich sie zu töten. Ich verstehe nicht, wie es ist, krankhafte Wesen. Ist nicht die Waffe, bedeutete den Tod zu vermitteln? Töte deinen Mörder, es ist einfach. "
The was a small pause.
" Es war .. notwendig. "
Finally sheathing the greatsword on his back and buckling his coat back up to hid the shelled arms masking his form in darkness.
" It was.. necessary. "
William steps forward towards Nacht, and extends a hand. "You handle yourself well in battle see, might I get your name? I'm Will." It doesn't seem to occur to the youth that he might want to question the origins of the creature before him.
"Yes...thanks Nacht." Alphonse says, a bit put off by the gruesome offerings the bug-man brought back, as a cat might give its owner.
Nacht sees The Holy-being speak his name and stares then looks to the new being who approach wielding a hammer. He had seen this being in combat as his new-found blade flensed skin from the wolf-beings. They were so thrilling to slice. Nacht points at the being trying to understand.
" You.. Will "
The words coming broken and harshly as if a cat being run through a cheese grater along with hissing cockroaches.
{b] I'll take the watch when it is darkest out...mostly because I can see in it. I think someone should sit with Hisao...poor bloke ain't looking so well. Is there anything one of you magic sorts can do to help him?[/b]
[dice=Knowledge Nature]1d20 +19 +1d6
Tyr realizes the possibility that Hisao might be infected with lycanthropy....
Re: tracks.... A Survival check vs DC 15, please....
Also, does anyone wish to search the rest of the inn?
The inn rooms are all unoccupied and contain the expected furnishings--beds, chamber pots, footlockers, armoires, chairs, and wall mirrors, etc....
An undisguised trapdoor in the kitchen opens onto a wooden stair leading down to a cellar where dozens of barrels of ale, beer, stout, water, and wine, and crates filled with grains, foodstuffs, etc are stacked.... Amidst the barrels and crates of food and drink is a large wooden chest, unlocked, in which every bit of silver cutlery and weaponry the werewolves could find or loot off past victims has been stored! There are 150 pieces of silverware worth 1 gp each and weighing about 30 lbs altogether, plus the following alchemical-silver weapons:
2 longswords
4 short swords
1 battle axe
1 greatsword
6 daggers
10 crossbow bolts
20 arrows
4 vials of silversheen
After collecting the silver weapons and silverware from the chest in the cellar, The LFs return to the common room and are preparing to set watch and bed down for the night, when the unmistakable chorus of howling wolves echoes in the night close outside the inn.... The rest of the werewolf pack returning from the hunt, perhaps?
Kiyu grabs up one of the silvered daggers, and opens her jar of black writhing liquid.
Dipping the blade inside, the concoction immediately begins to seep up the blade, squirming towards Kiyu's hand.
Kiyu tilts her head towards the shiv and begins to soothe the fluid. "Shhhhh." she whispers as if to an infant.
And the writhing extract that had formed a crude hand to grab at Kiyu, at once settles down back onto the dagger and begins to bubble ominously.
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Assuming there are no objections, Alphonse applies a dose of Silversheen to Foereaper.
Tracks leading to and away from The Stag Inn suggest that this has been the den of a large (20ish) pack of werewolves for at least the past week or so....
Nacht cracks his neck in several places as the knowledge wells up inside him.
" Il ya beaucoup plus de loup-êtres. Ils utilisent cela comme leur maison. Vingt ou plus. "
The door to the inn swings open, revealing a robust looking English fellow, perhaps a woodsman by the axe he hefts, with blood smeared around his fat face....
We're home, darlings! We brought some fresh meat for the stewpots.... Hello! What's all this! Oh, ye gads! My pack mates....slaughtered!?
More than a dozen others are mobbed up behind this fellow, waiting to go through the door....
I recommend waiting a minute or so before applying the to your weapons; it doesn't last long, as I recall. Perhaps wait until just before they arrive.
... What else can we do to prepare?
Iommi-Tyr Magnusson translates to those in Latin or German or French or English, or whatever.
While they're waiting and searching, Alphonse taps everyone who was hurt with the Wand of CLW.
...Um, nevermind. Apparently, in the time it took for me to translate, they've arrived.
EDIT:
It is around midnight when the rest of the werewolf pack returns to The Stag Inn.... We can assume that by this time, The LFs have coated their weapons with silversheen or selected a silver weapon from the chest and are positioned to defend the inn strategically....
[dice=Initiative]1d20+6
Yes, they were howling to communicate their imminent return home to the rest of the pack for several minutes before coming to the door....
Hisao has many questions about this lycanthropy but they will have to wait. Hisao uses his ring to go invisible. Those who are not fighting hand to hand should be barricaded in center of room or bar. he advises in French as he coats his weapon and positions himself close to the main for.
Bar room brawl part deux!
Werewolves!
Paddy!
Kiyu!
Nacht!
Hisao!
Alphonse!
Tyr!
Will!
TBD: Kyleon!
Eeeeeek!!
The werewolves shift into hybrid form and snarl viciously at their perceived prey....