Verrin tries to move to where he can strike at one of the wolves threatening the archers. He shouts and stomps to try and get its attention before stabbing it.
The wolves begin their orchestrated and instinctual attacks.
One wolf attacks Tress.
[Dice=bite]1d20+7[Dice=damage]1d8+6 plus trip.
Another wolf goes after S ilvash.
[Dice=bite]1d20+7[Dice=confirm critical]1d20+7
[Dice=damage] 1d8+6The third wounded one gnashes teeth before lashing out at Thaane.
[Dice=bite]1d20+7
[Dice=Damage] 1d8+6The last one tears after Lilly.
[Dice=bite]1d20+7
Lilly escapes the maw of the beast while Silvash is not as lucky.
Narrowly managing to avoid the wolf dragging her to the ground, Tress uses the beast's momentum against it and slashes it across the face.
Provided the wolf is still standing, Tress coldly chops at it again, trying to break the wolves' attack pattern. Her blade, already coated in blood, shimmers and glows redly. "If anyone has any healing to spare, I could use it," she says out loud.
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Ibrah changes the focus of his judgment, determined to strike down one of the wolves.
Seeing Silvash go down to the Orc's attack, Ibrah tries to stand near him without getting too near the wolves.
He strikes at the orc standing next to Silvash's body.
(although I doubt that hits)
Khartelosch moves over to Tress, taking an AOO on any wolf that attempts to intercede, and casts CLW on her, defensively if any wolves are close enough to threaten, otherwise just normal casting.
"I trust this will hold you until I can get Sylvash back on his feet." he says, as the tiniest trickle of positive energy seeps into Tress.
"It'll do," Tress says, flashing Khartelosch a very brief grin before the cold mask slides back into place.
Narrowly managing to avoid the wolf dragging her to the ground, Tress uses the beast's momentum against it and slashes it across the face.
Provided the wolf is still standing, Tress coldly chops at it again, trying to break the wolves' attack pattern. Her blade, already coated in blood, shimmers and glows redly. "If anyone has any healing to spare, I could use it," she says out loud.
Lilly, is your shield spell still active?
Lilly, is your shield spell still active?
I do have mage armor up put it didn't matter as you were well over my AC with the wolf attacks.
Tress is dropped as well as Silvash. She is attacked by an adjacent wolf.
Tress lays unconscious on the ground.
Ibrah halves the escaping orc and then safe guards Silvash's barely conscious body.
The ground begins to quake slowly as the melee continues.
Seeing Thaane and his new friends in fighting desperately for their lives, he flies above swooping down to precisely bomb the wolves.
Three of the wolves are instantly killed and the last one is taken care of by Ibrah and Verrin's attacks.
As the smoke clears, Laholm lands. He remains in his morphed state of part eagle and part human. His feathers are a shiny black, but his hair is the purest white.
Hello, I am Laholm. I rescue Thaane as often as possible.
Laholm grabs a wand from his sash and hands it to Lilly.
I think that you will need this, he says to her.
Who are you, if I may ask?
Laholm addresses the party members, smiling as he looks around.
Thaane ignores Laholm, drops his eerie cloak of darkness and begins cutting the head of off the last orc, the one that was not mangled by the wolves. He grabs it's spear and thrusts it into the neck of the head, so that the head rests on the short spear.
"What the hell are you, who the hell is Thaane and what the hell is going on here."
Lillyanna has her bow trained on the creepy newcomer and his eerie cloak of darkness, unsure if he is on their side or if he just plans on killing everyone.
Bow still trained on the newcomers until she figures out what is going on, Lilly sends out a wave of healing energy.
Silvash staggers to his feet and looks around Whaa...at happened. Last thing I knew I was a wolfs chew toy. And who are you three strange ones? As he looks at Ibrash, Thaane and Laholm.
He then looks at Tress on the ground and says Where are my manners? He reaches a hand to Tress to help her off the sand. I bet that wasn't your idea of rolling around in the sand.
The first thing Tress does, is grab her sword.
Then she staggers to her feet.
She proceeds to sum up her feelings on recent and current events succinctly: "I want a beer."
"Silvash, at this point I am just trying to figure out what these three are before I figure out who.
Thaane is currently engaged in the task of securing the orc's head to the spear.
As Laholm begins to speak, you see a gigantic mechanism with a central flue pouring out smoke as it slowly moves towards the party.
I am a friend, hopefully...I am called the Watcher of the Wastes. I can hopefully be of some service type o you. he states politely. Please forgive my state. You see if I return to my original form of human right this moment, it shall be without clothing.I don't mean to alarm you.
Thaane and I are both human. We both suffer from curses. Thaane was born with his. Mine was given to me by our mother. A power. ful dweomer that forces me to stay within sight of Kilm, my home . He points to the slowly moving enormous mechanism.
I would love to show you some hospitality and rest if you would be interested in joining me.I do have beer. Wine and Ale also.
At the channeling of healing energy, Thaane cries out, drops his new toy and falls to the ground writhing in pain.
Lilly stares at Thaane. "What the hell yet again? The only things that suffer when I channel healing energy are undead."
Or those cursed with the black blood. interjects Laholm.
"What is the black blood?"
My blood contains a curse. Set upon me by Zon Kuthon. I have never died, but often my body acts like it has. My blood is acidic. Magic that normally heals others, hurts me badly. There are however some advantages.
The grind begins to shake again, but only for a few seconds.
Let us hurry into Kilm. suggests Laholm.
"Your offer is generous, Laholm, but our current obligation is to the caravan, which must be warned of the dangers here. Something moves the very ground. If it is not the orcs nor your... home, you say?... then it may be some burrowing abomination that will soon arrive. I suggest we all relocate quickly." The half-orc speaks for the first time since the newcomers' arrival, spying the contraption with, he thinks, well-deserved skepticism as he retrieves his camel, Malek.
Lilly nods in agreement as Khartelosch speaks. "We signed contracts to guard and guide the caravan through the wasteland. We need to get back to it and appraise them of the situation."
I understand this. I have been watching. You can get a quick repast and I have some items that will make your journey less cumbersome. The worm will not go near Kilm.in an hour or so you can return to your caravan with a scouting report and some additional information about the east. It seems that your caravan is now heading in that direction, no?
Besides, Kilm will take you in the direction of the caravan while you rest. Your mounts will enjoy the confines of our stable and you will be safely within a mile of the caravan.
"Then it seems we can have no objections. I am eager to hear news of the east," says Khartelosch, leading Malek toward the traveling house.
Having decided that there is no immediate threat, Lilly will have taken the time to look at the wand and then see to those that are still injured.
Ibrah shrugs and lopes towards Kilm.
I know I could use a bit of healing.
Thank you very much
Thaane. Laholm gently beckons him to follow quic. kly to Kilm.
The ground quakes again as Kilm draws closer to the party. Ripples in the sand appear about 1000 feet away. Kilm squeaks as it moves ever so slightly across the desert terrain. It's portcullis appears as a mouth in the front which opens like a hinged mandible to let the adventurers in. A gnome appears waiting just inside the mouth-like entrance, ready to stable the mounts. Kilm stands at least 100 feet high at the peak of the chimney and about 60 feet in diameter with at least four stories of space mimicking a small mechanical mountain riveted together with scraps operated by a complex system of gears and pulleys.
Ibrah hops in to Kilm as it nears. He looks at the gnome standing in the doorway, pauses, then waits for the rest of the party to board before bowing. I am Ibrah Narishtahir. I have traveled from the distant Mwangi Expanse, hunting some marauders that desecrated our shrine to Shelyn.
Weary and dusty from the fight, Silvash walks in and sits down. Do you happen to have any water to drink?
A house that moves. What's next? Nice stuff too.
"Hey, if you're handing out healing, give some of it here," Tress says, before the group sets off.
Lilly dinks you with the wand a few times.
"Thanks," Tress says. "That hit the spot."