Booze is good! It kills bugs and stuff before it kills us! Sir Pounce
Seems to say by trying to open a booze bottle with his paws
Only to fail rather comically, dropping the bottle and splattering its contents on the floor
As the bottle drops, the sight of the nice strong booze disappearing on the dirty floor demoralizes him enough for the poison to take hold again!
At one point this was a room but now the wall and ceiling have crumbled to the ground. Tucked up in the parts of the roof you can see are dozens of sleeping bats. So long as no one bothers them they are not likely to bother any of you. Especially during daytime. It is on the other side of the wall to your left where you pick up a magical essence. A faint abjuration magic.
Jenkin jerks the other two bottles away from Sir Pounce. He refrains from yelling "Bad Kitty" at the clawed, fanged beast that probably outweighs him by a stone, however. "Enough of that.." he rumbles. "These might fetch a decent price at Jack a' Napes." He stows the liquor bottles (and the sword, since nobody seemed interested) in his backpack and continues back into the north hall following Odelai.
Odelai backs out of the ‘bat room’ and closes the door quietly. She then moves down the hall to the first northern door. She checks to see if Jenkin is going to insist on playing ‘meat shield’ yet again.
Jenkin follows down the hall and then steps around Odelai as she presses her ear to the door. He looks down, hand on the knob, and waits for her to signal.
Penelope follows the group, acting as back meat shield.
Situated between the large human and the tall elf, the little gnome chuckles... feeling well more than adequately shielded from pretty much everything.
Jenkin's opens the door which moves easily but there is a notable creak from the abandoned metal henges. A very canine growl comes out of the room. There are two brown furred wolves standing up from under a massive desk where they were probably sleeping.
"Oh, there they are..." Jenkin says, then considers the permutations of the situation and his eyes grow wide. "The wolves can close doors!" Awe-inspiring implications of this fact notwithstanding, he readies himself to receive the first wolf's attack, using the dorway that they so cunningly navigated themselves through as a bottleneck.
Odelai follows the warrior’s lead and tries to lure the wolf into the corridor. She pops into the open doorway, whistles at the wolves and tempts them, ”Here, kitty. Tasty little gnome right here for you.” and then quickly retreats back into the corridor.
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Stepping just into the hallway as ash hears the sudden sharp intake of breath from Jenkin, and the growling of wolves, she sends a burst of natural energy washing out among her companions, filling them with courage.
Penny drew her arrow back, taunt and ready for the animal to appear, thankful Odelai was in front of her and not Jenkin... due to height factors only.
"Maybe they got trapped or there is a wolf sized crack?" she cannot see into the room to look for cracks though.
Ugh, very restrained quarters! Svetlana moves behind Penelope and casts divine favor.
Pounce, guard Elowen She adds to her tiger, who moves next to Elowon and seeks to protect her against attacks from unexpected angles.
A few steps bring the wolf into the doorway. Teeth bared and lunging for the little gnome. But the teeth snap inches from Odelai as the gnome's hair gets a strangle hold at the same time Jenkins axe slam down between its shoulder blades. A strangled whimper escapes as the beast as its eyes roll back and it goes limp in Odelai's grasp.
The other wolf hops onto the ancient desk and lets out a long howl. And then presses themselves against the wall.
Odelai has her hair release the wolf – gently – along the wall in the corridor. She looks at Jenkin. ”There is something magic in that room. I’d be happy to leave that wolf alone, if he leaves us alone. Would you like to lead, follow, or neither?”
"Okay, don't set foot out into our bottleneck of doom. See if I care..." Jenkin snarks, as he drops his axes to the floor with a clatter and draws his bow.
Round 2
Odelai slides into the room, keeping to the wall and hoping the wolf is cowed by what happened to the other one. Her hair prepares to lash out at the wolf if it attacks. "You just stay in your corner and we'll have no problems, pup."
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The brown wolf lets out a yelp as the arrow strikes their back leg. Twist around to look for somewhere to escape. Half watching the cowering wolf and half the room that should be bigger. The magic is coming from the right, beyond the wall. But however, that area can be accessed will have to wait.
The door next to Jenkin's flies open but he is able to just get out of the way and not trip of the corpse at his feet. A big grey furred has burst through the door. Teeth almost snap on the lumberjack's forearm.
Red eyes glare at Jenkin. Growling,
Penelope flinches at the growl. Not the tone, not the anger, but the words. She wants to shift her senses to detect evil in hope they did not just kill intelligent, not evil, creatures.
But her friend is being mauled to death by the creature, so she rushes forward to heal him as best she can.
”Damnation!” utters the witch, ”That’s a worg! But they don’t usually associate with normal wolves like this fellow. It’s odd.”
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"Do they die like wolves?" Jenkin asks, making an effort to sound bolder than he might actually feel, given that his main weapons are lying at his feet and he's just holding a bow at point blank range.
Elowen begins a magical chant, drawing a long wicked honey locust thorn, and whispering to it, the tiny barb growing to the size of a javelin in her hand. "Get clear if you can give me a clear shot at it!" she shouts to her companions.
The brown wolf on the table stays crouched down. The grey worg on the other hand is in a frenzy. And is rage has in snapping wildly. Jenkin's is able to sidestep the bite again. "I'll rip you apart hang your guts at my door!"
The bow falls to the ground, joining the axes. "Personally..." Jenkin growls, reaching behind his back, "I'll just settle for knocking your brains out of your head." He pulls out his backup backup weapon, and swings the stout oak staff down at the worg's skull, then stepping back to force the beast out into the hall.
Penelope seems to relax at the visceral decorating style the worg announces. "Good." she nocks an arrow, sending it at the beast, before stepping into the other room so Elowen can throw her long thorn
Round 3
Odelai yells out, ”Oi, warg! I don’t know if your other pup is dead. Maybe she’s just knocked out. But your pup in here isn’t hurt… yet. If he doesn’t come at me, I’m not going to kill him.”
The witch takes the risk and tries to slide past the wolf to search the back rooms. She prepares herself to respond to any aggressive action by the wolf.
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Leave jenkin alone you twat!
Yes, Girl bites worg? You mad? Cause I am!
Svetlana states as she unleashes a powerful but not that well aimed bite.
Growling at the thwack of the staff but the gnome distracts the Worg, "Leave her alone meat!"
Distracted in a fight is never a good idea and Svetlana sinks her teeth into flesh. Mouth filled with the taste of dirt and wet fur.
The brown furred wolf growls as 'odelia gets closer but doesn't attack. Shifting around to keep the leg with the arrow in it against the wall.
Snapping at Svetlana and clamping down on her arm. A quick twist pulls her down to the ground.
"You don't get to call her meat, you... fur coat waiting to happen!" Jenkin yells back, getting actively angry now that someone else's neck is on the line. He spins the staff in his hands, attacking with both ends.
Elowen hurls her thorn javelin down the hall at the worg, another identical weapon materializing in her hand, immediately.
On the ground but far from cowed, Svetlana lashes out with claws and then her bite!
Her claws miss, but her fangs strike true once more.
You have zero taste by the way. Also, cats are inherently better then dogs
COME AT ME FLEEBAG!
Sir Pounce roar and sprints next to Svetalanas prone form and, not being able to directly attack the worg, instead seeks to aid her defensively!
The display indeed distracts the worg!
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Since the worg is right there, Penelope drops her precious bow, pulls her sword from her back. "Erastil, guide me..." she whispers a small prayer, since the melee is a chaos of axes, javelins, teeth, claws, and verbal attacks.
With a two handed grip, she looks for an opening and hacks down.
I hope that worg doesnt turn into 2 worgs if bisected!
Svetlana thinks as she sees Penelopes mighty blow!
Aiming for the jugular and not quiet getting it but she does pull the worgs head down. Just the right angle. If it had been an axe on an executioners block the head would have rolled. Instead, the sword sinks a few inches into the thick neck of the warg. Severing its spine and a 300lbs beast collapses on Svetlana as blood starts to quickly soak though the fur onto the warrior.
The brown wolf lets out a long whine and remains cowering on the desk.
"Whoah.." is all Jenkin has to say as Penelope ends the wolf with one hit. "Uh... I think maybe your talents are wasted on that bow, Penny..."
As Penelope outright slays the worg, Elowen relaxes a bit, moving down the hall to join the others, still holding her second javelin, aware of at least one other wolf to possibly deal with.
"I've never fought with it... really" Penelope is breathing heavily, staring down at the worg, sword still in a two-handed grip. Hunting is one thing, this is different.
But she doesn't shrink for it. "Luck and guidance, that's all it was." she pulls out a rag and cleans the weapon, as Lady Cirthanahas taught. She does look up at Jankin and smiles "Thank you though."
She finally notices the other wolf. "Can we clear the path out and encourage them to run?"
Jenkin shrugs, nods, and takes a step back from the doorway to give a frightened wolf room to flee.
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Penelope has never tried to convince a wolf of anything, but other canines she has many many times, usually to scratch them until their leg went nuts.
She tries the same motions with open palms, and utterly useless clucking. Why clucking? Who knows, Penelope certainly doesn't, but she does it anyway.
Pressing closer against the wall and watching Penelope do the crazy thing. Approaching a wounded wild animal who is backed into a corner. Rapidly looking around before dark eyes settle on the nearly severed head of the grey worg. Glancing over at Odelai then back to Penelope. Letting out a litle whine when she gets close but allows the holy woman to scritch its chin.
Penelope's heart breaks for the wounded animal. All alone suddenly, because of them.
As calmly as Penelope can, she kneels beside it and tries to work the arrow out of its side. All while her hand glows with her new found power healing as much as she can "Erastil, please help her."
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Growling when the arrow is touched and yelping when its removed. But that soothing magical light washes away the pain. Tilting her head and starring at one of Erastil's children. Penelope, you get the feeling the wolf realizes you mean her no harm. Hopping off the desk and looking around again. Not moving until Penelope moves. But the wolf can be lead outside if you wish.
Penelope's spirits are lifted when the wolf recovers. "We persist and persevere, don't we girl?"
Rolling on the floor with belly rubs is probably too much to ask for, so Penelope looks to the others, "I'll take her outside and give her the rest of my dried meat rations, then be back. Just a minute or two..." she looks to the four-legged cute (but Wild) Predator (don't forget that part, Penny!).
Pulling a stray lock over her pointed ear, she amends "... well, maybe more like five, then I will be back and we can go on."
If no one objects, she leads the wolf outside and does what she declares.
Elowen watches, impressed as Penny interacts with the wolf as easily as if she were a native of the wilds herself.
You are lucky, welp, that you dont merit my attention Pounce seems to say ith a disdainful tailflip.
Does the long eared one want to take a dog vasall?The tiger wonders
It does not do for royalty like me to interfere in matters of my esteeemed 2 legged vasalls too much!
The wolf trots alongside the paladin. Down the hall and over the rubble. Fully intent on leaving until the dried meats are produced. Glancing at Penelope and then the food before grabbing as much as she can fit into her mouth and running off.
While Penelope deals with the last wolf Odelai spends her time messing with the odd part of the wall. Gotta be an odd stone or a secret lever. It was a rock of course. Pushes in and then the wall swings back and not very quietly. Whatever mechanism that still allows it to move is likely rusted.
But it reveals a short corridor with a wall of bars running down one side. Four rusted doors open in this wall into four cramped cells.
A skeletal hand reaches around the doorframe. Quickly followed but a thick boned skeleton. Strips of fabric hand from blood stained bones. Fingers held together by lingering ligaments swing at Odelia but her height is a boon here and she ducks under both swings. And there are more behind this first one.