"Furry things are attacking us? Are we supposed to be scared?" Ceara sounds rather mystified, but as there is an attack, she acts.
"You fascinate me, Ceara." Hobbes says as he prepares his next spell. "Do you mean to tell me you've never seen a wolf before? Where were you born, in a desert?"
Ceara stabs deep into the worg as further furry, growling menaces emerge from the mists.
Engrossed with Ceara's strange behaviour, the sorcerer is taken unawares as two wolves leap at him, knocking to the ground. The creatures whimper as he defends himself instinctively.
Erik suffers a similar fate.
A final wolf launches itself at Brujo, sweeping the moonelf off his feet.
Perigia flickers her fingers and more of the mist disperses. The source of the growling if fully revealed by now, but underneath the wolves you can hear insectoid clicking from within the mist.
Leaping to his feet Brujo slashes at the worg with his quick dagger
"I put my trust in your hands now friend", he whispers to himself
Brujo's dagger can't penetrate the deep pelt of the worg, but he is quickly on his feet.
From behind him the clicking intensifies and a gout of entangling spittle heads towards Ceara. The ex-monk easily avoids the attack and the stuff hits the ground harmlessly.
Kel turns his head as he hears the same perturbing clicking behind him. Like Ceara, his heightened senses let him avoid the incoming goo.
Shifting to H9 Kel Swaps his bow for his blades and uses twinstrike on D1.
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"Not so close fuzzy."
"Lousy furball." Hobbes says as he gets up. He starts to chant and then the air cools around him, his breath begins to show. He channels his spell through his dagger and stabs at one of the wolves surrounding him. The icy aura glows white on the dagger.
"Kel, do me a favor, will ya? If that stupid wolf comes back at me, please kill him. I will take care of this one." Hobbes says as he points to the other wolf in front of him.
The wolf discovers rather fast the Hobbes is not going to make an easy meal. Pushed forcibly away from the sorcerer, ice forms over its dense pelt.
Kelgan lowers his sword and the wolves, sensing weakness. When they close in for the kill, Kelgan begins swinging his sword wildly, slicing into his attackers.
Looking as if all their birthdays arrived at once, the wolves converge on Kelgan. Hungry snarling turns to ferocious yips of pain as his blade slices hard into two of them.
Erik struggles to his feet and tries to defend himself against the two wolves attacking him.
"We're surrounded! Back to back now!"
Erik's songblade drives into D3 almost at the same time as the Worg lunges for Kelgan's throat. In the press of bodies, it misjudges and Kelgan feels stinking breath come too close for comfort as the mighty jaws close on nothing.
"I don't know where I was born." Ceara replies to Hobbes as she moves away from the worg. Once she's opened up some distance, she spins and three darts of ice fly towards the large wolf.
"A tale for another time, then. But for now, the little furries are called wolves. They hunt in packs and can be quite dangerous. The big one is called a Worg and can be intelligent, although this one clearly isn't." Hobbes says that loud enough for the Worg to hear. "Attacking us is asking for death, Mighty One. Can we parlay, or do I have to melt the flesh from your bones?" He says that directly to the Worg.
Ignorant of the ways of worgs and wolves she may be, but fine huntsman she certainly is. Ceara's attack sends icy darts deep into the Worg.
The Worg snarls at Hobbes, seeming to understand it is being addressed, even if not much more than that.
For the dire wolves, the choice is simple. With the exception of D1 and D4, they attack Kelgan. The first attack takes the half-orc off his feet and the other wolves pile in for the kill.
Hobbes is forced to fend off another attack from D1, but the sorcerer easily evades the snapping jaws.
Brujo can't prevent D4 from launching itself at his throat and sending him crashing to the ground once more.
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Edit: Critical damage = 10HP
Out of her depth in melee, Perigia's swing has an air of panic about it.
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Out of her depth in melee, Perigia's swing has an air of panic about it.
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Brujo sprints past the worg and wolf and tries to deliver a quick blow
Brujo plunges into the mists beside the wolf, his attack glancing off the thick pelt.
The insectoid clicking resumes, and more sticky good flies towards Ceara and Kel. This time there is no escape and the pair find themselves held to the ground.
Kel attacks D1.
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Kel's blades bite deep, bloodying the wolf. Almost contemptuously, he picks himself free of the glop around his feet.
Now that I've saved vs immobilised I will spend an action point and shift to G10 and attack D1 again.
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And as a minor action hit Kelgan with a healing word, spend a HS +
Damm, no spending the AP then but kelgan still gets the healing.
Seeing Kel give a decisive blow to the wolf, Hobbes decides to finish it off with his acid spell, channelled through his dagger. He moves into a flanking position and chants in Draconic. His blade glows green as Hobbes thrusts it into the wolf.
Kelgan stands up, then swings his blade in a violent arc around him.
Erik has no time to speak as he draws another impossible breath, straining his chest tightly against his scale armor. With a thunderous roar, waves of sound roll over foe and ally alike, helping some, and damaging others.