The huge wolves launch forward, but fortunately the first one down the tunnel completely blocks the other from attacking Revjak.
The first creature runs directly into Revjak's glaive as it lunges, and the barbarian opens a huge wound up in its chest . It ignores the damage and tears into Revjak, mauling him . It tries to throw him to the floor, but the barbarian's massive strength allows him to keep his feet. The second huge wolf snarls and yips behind the first, frustrated that it can't reach its prey.
Carric fires at the second undamaged wolf.
Reynwyn hears Revjak engaging with what he can only assume are wolves, his breathing turns rapid and shallow as he fights to control his fight or flee reflexes. He begins to gather the nearby darkness into the eyes of his raven ring, takes aim around the corner of the hallway, and fires off a bolt of the black, eldritch energy at the wolf fighting with Revjak.
With both his blood and the wolf's shed, Revjak roars and presses his attack.
Signey holds back and conjures sacred flames at the wolves
Carric fires down the hallway at the second beast, but his arrow skitters past, ricocheting off the wall. Signey calls out to her goddess, and pure bright flame erupts in the corridor,
burning the fur and flesh of the huge wolf mauling Revjak. The smell of burnt flesh and hair fills the area. While the creature is obviously badly wounded, it doesn't let go of Revjak, until Reynwyn releases a bolt of shadowy energy that hits it full in the face. Overcome by its injuries, the first beast falls to the floor, burnt and bloodied.
Revjak charges over the fallen beast, roaring to Tempos, veins standing out in his neck as he wields his glaive with all his might. He slams his weapon into the second wolf, and it bites deep into its flank, blood washing over the floor.
Piety rushes into the gap behind Revjak , ready to fight if the wounded barbarian should fall...
The wolf screams and lunges forward at Revjak, its hot breath curling his nostrils as it rolls over him.
The wolf tears into Revjak, picking him up in its jaws and throwing him aside like a rag doll . The northman hits the wall and crumples to the floor, unconscious or dead. Piety now faces the beast.
Carric fires at the wolf who tossed Revjak.
Carric's arrow flies true, hitting the great wolf in its neck, but the creature clings to life, growling out what sound like words in some guttural lupine language. It crouches, preparing to pounce over Revjak at Piety.
Seeing Revjak fall, Reynwyn quickly fires off another bolt of the dark energy, but in his haste he does not aim well enough as it simply blasts a hunk of stone from the wall!
Signey glances at Revjak, she'd like to go help him, but would have to move past the beast to do so... so she continues to pray for Sharess to deal with this creature
Signey calls forth Sharess's burning flame once more, and as Reynwyn's bolt streaks past the wolf's head divine fire ignites around the wolf. It yelps and yips, trying to roll on the floor to extinguish the fire, but its flesh sizzles and burns, and it doesn't get up.
Revjak groans on the floor, his wounds leaking dark blood. It seems the battle has gone unnoticed by any other creatures that might lurk in the tunnels.
Danger past, Signey rushes to Revjak's side, "May the caress of Sharess' restore you." laying a hand lightly upon him she restores some of his health.
The worst of Revjak's wounds close, stopping all bleeding and leaving only pink marks where gaping gashes and punctures once were. Revjak opens his eyes, wincing at the memory of pain. His furs remain torn and bloodied, however.
Revjak grunts with the lingering memory of pain as he rises to his feet.
Putting his glaive on his back, and picking up his torch and javelin, he turns to Signey:
"I will earn high honour with Tempos. But I have no wish to visit his Halls just yet. My thanks, Devout One."
Well done, Signey, good to have up and around Revjak.
Carric quicly goes back to the hallway and the opposite door to listen at it.
Carric hears nothing behind the door to the west.
Beyond the huge carcasses, Revjak, Piety, and Signey can see the straw bedding of the fell beasts. It stinks of wet dog and animal muck.
Revjak whispers to Carric, in a voice that seems small coming from the huge man:
"If it's quiet at the door, open it up."
"Worg's are said to be intelligent creatures, it's possible they have some possessions?" Signey muses, though she has no desire to search their filthy beds.
"That is a wise point. I shall search back here."
Revjak looks for a pole or length of wood or metal to prod through the worg's filthy den before the group moves on.
Finding an old rake in the corner of the den, Revjak finds a mostly eaten halfling buried under a pile of straw, and spots a glittering item on it. Fishing it off the body, he finds that it's an expensive-looking silver necklace.
Revjak fishes off the necklace, looks at it approvingly, and turns to Signey.
"When it's cleaner, this will fetch good coin, or look well on one of us!"
He cleans the necklace off as best he can before stashing it in a pocket of his backpack.
Reynwyn looks over the necklace with an appraising eye. "Very nice indeed. Let us continue on to the door at the end of the hallway."
Carric opens the door to the west, and is greeted by the smell of goblin waste. Inside is an old storeroom, its corners filled with crates and barrels in various states of repair. At some point, a crack has opened in the floor to the extreme west of the room, and it seems the goblins are using it as a long drop toilet. There are no other apparent exits from the room.
Revjak smiles, returns to where he left the rake, and returns to the drop toilet to rake through the muck.
Revjak scrapes through the goblin excrement for a few minutes with the rake, then hears to clink of metal on stone, and feels something solid within the muck. Manoeuvring the object out, he sees that it's an obsidian disk, about a foot across and an inch thick. Wiping it down with a rag found in the room, it seems there is a purple border around the outer edge of it; how it is coloured so is unclear.
Revjak is pleased to find something of likely value, but is puzzled by it.
He takes it with him out of the toilet area, with the device held instead of a javelin,
"Companions, do ye know what this is?"
Reynwyn grimaces as Revjak begins to dig through the excrement with the rake, his stomach churning at the smell. "Gods, Revjak, do we really want anything from there that badly?" He glances at the disc and while it is certainly interesting looking, nothing beyond that draws any further attention from him.
Signey may lack formal training in religious studies, but she still recognizes that symbol, she plucks it from Revjak's hand and is almost tempted to drop it back down to the excrement below, but instead tucks it into her coin pouch.
"'tis a symbol of Shar, a dark goddess who kept mine own imprisoned and nearly consumed her. I'll hold onto this." she utters gravely.
Revjak cheerfully responds to Reynwyn:
"We won't know until we look!"
When Signey reveals the truth about the object, he looks uncomfortable and is visibly relieved when she takes it.
"Aye, best that you do I wager."
Reynwyn looks as if he is about to retort to Revjak, but the cheerful reply gives him thoughtful pause. "Well, I cannot refute the results of your search, Revjak." He smiles ruefully. "Ah, Shar, feel free to keep hold of that, Signey. I have no use for such items."
Carric moves down the hallway and peers around each corner.
Carric peers around the corner's of the T-intersection, his ears and eyes straining. To the west the 5' wide corridor continues for 35', ending in a door that seems to have words scrawled on it, although it's difficult to make them out from where Carric is. To the east, Carric can barely see the end of a long hallway that seems to turn left, to the north.
As the group begins to move forward through the tunnels, Reynwyn's keen ears pick up noises behind them. He stops immediately gives that his full attention before gesturing for his group to wait. He leans in and whispers. "In the tunnel behind us, I can hear goblin voices and the rustling of them. Sounds like one of them may be yawning. Perhaps if we move quietly enough we could surprise them?"
Whispering back, Revjak replies to Reynwyn:
"Aye. They are behind us. Let us give them a surprise eh?"
Revjak takes more care of his movements when the group move again.
Revjak quietly puts down the torch and javelin, picking up his glaive, and approaches Signey, saying softly:
"I would stand where you stand now, Devout One."
Hearing the door open just a few feet from him, Reynwyn quietly moves back to allow Piety and Revjak the ability to hold the front line!
Carric draws a bead on the first goblin and fires.
Revjak lashes out at the nearest goblin after Carric's arrow strikes.