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Duristan transforms a last time, from wolf back to his human form. He is now thoroughly dead. Loot: potion of cure moderate wounds, 20 silver arrows, +1 studded leather, +1 light steel shield, +1 composite longbow (+2 Str) with 20 arrows, +1 silver longsword, 158 gp
"Never!" Duristan shouts back. "I'll bite your legs off!"
Duristan is irritated by the small one flailing around with an axe, but keeps with Herm for the fighting.
"Haha, I'm superior! I surrender to no one!"
Duristan's skin starts to move, grow hairs everywhere and his form is distorted. He turns into the hybrid form of a werewolf. A black one.
"You don't know where, and you have to be careful with all the cultists here. I'll wait, til you're finished." Duristan tells.
"Well, I guess I got lucky. They just came along on a path, cursing about a job that didn't pay well. It was easy to make them an offer they couldn't resist." Duristan replies.
"My party was ambushed in the wood, and I suffered some serious injuries. I fled into the woods for shelter, but my scar-ward saved me from the horrible curse of lycanthropy. When I recovered, I set off in pursuit of the Demon Wolves, following them to Feldgrau." "I have hired a small group of mercenaries who are waiting for me in another building in the center of town. Want to join? The more the better, when we face the wolves again." Duristan tells. Sense Motive DC27: Someone is telling bold tales here.
"Adventuring with style - I'm impressed!"
"And I'm neither. I'm Duristan Silvio Ariesir - renowned werewolf hunter! Sorry I didn't notice you immidiately... are you a new friend of those daring adventurers?"
Duristan dwells in this building. "Oh, hello! You made it to Feldgrau too! Wonderful - that makes things soo much easier!"
I'll go around and attack from behind!" Duristan tells and rides off in the other direction, taking his goons with him.
Duristan comes to the aid of the ladies, trying to not get hit while approaching the large wolves.
"Ah, there you are. Everything is ready. The horses are waiting outside. When will you be finished?" an impatient Duristan greets you. "I guess after the events last night this investigation has become more urgent than ever."
"Good luck with that. But it is fine for me. At the end there will be dead werewolves." Duristan comments, trying not to show, that he is annoyed by that approach.
"You already met some. They don't want to talk." Duristan replies.
"If you have a good silver weapon you're good to fight." Duristan tells, patting his sheathed sword. "But you should also get a protection against turning into a werewolf yourself when you get bitten."
Duristan raises a brow, but doesn't answer the question.
"You need a guide through the wood? Count me in. I'm the area's biggest werewolf hunter. I know my way around. I think I have seen a stone structure once from afar. I'm sure I can lead you there." Duristan answers.
"Then let's search his office!" Duristan replies. He leaves his room, closes the door and moves towards Estovion's office.
Duristan is found in his room. "A place where the werewolves meet? That would be grandiose. I didn't know such a place exists. And Lozarov has a hand in this you say? He is one of those people who have papers for everything. Let's go and ask him. He has to tell me where to find these werewolves!"
"Better than nothing." Duristan replies.
"I don't know yet. First I need a hunting party. You can come along if you want. But it is still about killing werewolves." Duristan tells and turns to his drink.
"I don't know anyone here that has a name starting with V. And I never cared much about the werewolves names. But as I suggested, there is the library. It contains also a lot of local stuff." Duristan tells.
"Undead are also a worthy evil to fight." Duristan acknowledges.
"To me it seems like someone didn't do their homework on werewolves. I suggest using the library here in the lodge." Duristan replies as the argument returns to its start. "What are you after, if the evil in the woods is none of your concern?" Duristan inquires.
"I fight evil where I see it. I don't wait for it to mess with my family or friends first." Duristan replies. "If you're fine with leaving evil alone if it stays in the area it declared as its own, I'm not." "And I don't think the Inheritor is." Duristan adds out of spite.
"I'm not here for sports. I'm here to free the world of this evil that werewolves are." Duristan replies.
"No one owns the woods. But I see we won't agree so let's change the topic." Duristan replies. He waves the maid over and orders a scotch.
"You had merely a scratch. And you only said you didn't want to camp there for the night. That the ladies didn't want such a fight I get - but that you also chickened out in the face of evil - was a disappointment." Duristan replies.
"Just a worn statement." Duristan grins.
After a while Duristan Silvio Ariesir appears in the trophy room too. This time not in armor, but in a fine and expensive looking garb made mostly of leather and fur. And the fur is obviously from a wolf.
"Once I'm patched up, you'll find me in the Trophy room." Duristan replies.
Faced with a werewolves that size and no support from anyone, Duristan mounts his horse and leaves with the others. Out of earshot of the wolf he complains "These creatures are evil. And you flee them like cowards."
Duristan's mood changes to grumpy. "I don't leave. And if you want to get into the lodge with me, you'll have to wait until the hunt is over."
"Tis but a scratch. There are werewolves around. We need to catch and kill some of them." Duristan replies, ignoring his wounds.
Duristan heroicly stands, and stabs at the beast with his sword.
"The fair lady here told it's large wolf prints. What more proof do you need?" Duristan replies, unpatiently looking around where to find them with his silver sword drawn.
"Wolves, I knew it! It has to be werewolves!" Duristan concludes staring at the prints Jominda points out.
"Don't dawdle. Come along! I'll treat you to dinner as well as pay for your accommodations at Ascanor upon our return from the hunt later that day." Duristan tells.
"I'll take you along on my horse." Duristan offers and hold out a hand to the fair maiden.
"Of course I do! I'm a werewolf hunter. Come along and you'll see one too!" Duristan boasts, despite the eye-rolling of Delgros.
"We're going to hunt down a werewolf!" Duristan proclaims.
"If even gold can't get you to bring your dogs. But tell me, were there any howls or footprints, did you try to track the prints around the carcass, did you measure any of the claw or bite marks on the body." Duristan badgers Delgros. Almost in mid-sentence, Duristan catches sight of the group and sizes them up. He calls to them, "You there! Fall in with me, I need more able sword-arms for the hunt!"
"What did they tell you?" Duristan asks curiously.
"But I have to meet up with my crew, before they come looking for me and stumble into something in town. You can rest there, at the old mill." Duristan suggests.
"I was just lucky to meet them on the way. And they were glad to meet me. Nothing makes mercenaries as happy as someone able to pay." Duristan tells.
"Me and my mercenaries. They are good. Better than those hirelings I had before." Duristan answers.
"That's nice of you. But as you see, I'm uneaten."
"I was ambushed in the wood and suffered some serious injuries. I fled into the woods for shelter, but my scar-ward saved me from the horrible curse of lycanthropy. When I recovered, I set off in pursuit of the Demon Wolves, following them to Feldgrau. On the way I have hired a small group of mercenaries who are waiting for me in another building in the center of town. Do you want to come and meet them? I'm done searching this building, so we could as well go back there." Duristan answers. |
