Wolf-Eyes squares his shoulders and hurls his axe at the beast.
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"Heh, if I caught the fish that small, I'd throw it back," Wolf-Eyes says with a grin. "Keep back from that thing, Dewall, it's worth less trouble than a porcupine; prolly tastes worse too."
"Sure thing," Wolf-Eyes says. He tosses aside the cultist's mask and shrugs out of the robe. "I s'pose I won't be needing this anymore." Disguise discarded, he takes up his machete and begins creeping forward into the western tunnel.
"Giants?" Wolf-Eyes wonders aloud as he shoots a questioning glance to Rodolpho. "Any idea what all of 'em were fightin' about?"
Wolf-Eyes pushes up the mask to reveal his face to the prisoners. "Any information on how many of 'em are there and where they're at would be most appreciated."
Wolf-eyes draws his machete as he advances on the second goblin and takes a swing at it.
Wolf-Eyes whistles to Dewall. "Git 'em!" The mutt bounds to his companion's side and snaps at the goblin.
Wolf-Eyes wrinkles his nose in disgust at the stink wafting towards him. "I think we should go back an' search another way," he says when he returns to the group. "I reckon they wouldn't be meetin' in what smells like a latrine."
While Morgtii searches through the detritus, Wolf-Eyes creeps forward to peer into the next chamber.
Hey errybody, Sorry for the off-and-on radiosilence, but things have been more hectic than I anticipated lately... BUT things seem to be calming down, so I hope to be more available starting now.
"Of the two remainin' tracks, I'm partial to the one headin' to the west," Wolf-Eyes says. "I'm ready to start whenever y'all are."
"Welp, looks like I picked the wrong track to follow," Wolf-eyes explains when he meets up with Morgtii and Kee-rik. "I guess the real party's down one of these other tunnels... hopefully not as far down as that first track went." "Seein' as at least this much of the mine is safe, does one of y'all wanna send for Dolph and Raidh?"
"In for a copper, in for a crown," Wolf-Eyes mutters as he continues down the tunnel.
Not one to spend much time dithering about which path to take, Wolf-Eyes continues on straight ahead to the north.
Wolf-Eyes pauses at the fork in the tracks and scans the area for any clue as to which direction the cultists may have taken.
Wolf-Eyes takes the cultist outfit from Raidh and dons it. Before slipping the mask over his face, he kneels down and talks to Dewall. "Sorry ol' boy, but there not 'spectin' me to bring a friend along to their get-together. Stay close to Raidh and Dolph, make sure they stay safe." He gives the mutt a scratch behind the ear, affixes the mask as he stands up and turns to Morgtii and Kee-rik. "A'ight fellas, let's go crash their party," he says.
"I can see a mite better in the dark than Raidh," Wolf-eyes adds. "Not so light on my feet as Morg or Kee, though. Maybe I should be the one to put on the mask? They are expectin' a fella after all."
"What we do with those fire spear doohickeys we got off of the thawn?" Wolf-Eyes asks. "Might not be the safest to use inside a mine, but seein' one pointed their way might give someone pause 'fore they decide to tangle with us."
"Wait a second," Wolf-Eyes interjects. "The kid says there are six people in the Taj Kal'el. Him and Walcott are two, the old lady what got burnt to a crisp the other day makes three - that's half the bunch right there." He turns to Mathius. "Y'all wear masks when you meet, but how many of 'em have you heard speak?"
Wolf-Eyes had overslept - being pummeled within an inch of one's life can make a person appreciate little things like a cozy bed. He enters Silion's study rubbing sleep out of an with the heel of his palm, Dewall trotting beside him. "Sorry I'm late..." he begins to say but stops short when he sees the scene in the room. "Oh, don't stop on my account. Whatever y'all are talkin' 'bout is bound to be more interestin.'"
"And maybe he can explain what that fella meant by him having the key." Wolf-Eyes turns to Rodolpho; "You think your ol' teacher might not have told us all there is to tell?"
"Buck up, Morg," Wolf-Eyes says as he limps beside it. "Sure we got our collective bell rung but good. We're still breathin' though, ain't we?"
Wolf-Eyes lashes out with kick aimed right at the zombie's chest.
He hops back to put himself in between the walking corpse and Dewall
"Right on, Morg," Wolf-Eyes hollars back. "Dewall, follow the big bug. I bring up the rear."
"Sounds good to me, Morg." Wolf-eyes safeties and stows his crossbow and draws his machete. "Let's get 'em. "Dewall, mind those creepy-crawlers and watch our backs." He gives the mutt a reassuring scratch between the ears.
Wolf-Eyes unslings his crossbow, loads and draws it. He follows a few paces behind Morgtii, ready to provide cover fire.
Before departing with the rest, Wolf-Eyes says to Digory: "If'n either o' your kin come calling missin' a ring - or a hand for that matter - we're stayin' at the Greenbriar. We'd be much obliged if you let us know." At Galit's place: "Do we wait for 'em here, or try to find 'em? If Galit's half as pleasant as his brother I wouldn't 'spect him to take too kindly to findin' us darkenin' his doorstep."
"There's been some strange doin's afoot in town," Wolf-eyes replies. "An' it looks like a Norion was involved - or someone with a similar taste in jewelry."
"Who knows, maybe some uninvited guests will improve his mood," Wolf-Eyes adds. "'Specially a motley crew accusin' him o' theft."
Wolf-Eyes snickers at Raidh's pantomime. Then he stashes the ring in a pocket. "Was a Norion guarding the book," he wonders. "Or lookin' to pinch it?" He turns to Silion: "These mercs you hired, were they locals or out-of-towners?"
From his lower vantage point, Wolf-Eyes spots the silver ring, gets up and retrieves it from the pool of blood. When he sees the falcon crest, he searches his memory for any possible significance.
Wolf-Eyes makes a slow circle around the room. "Somebody sure made a mess o' things in here," he says as much to himself as anybody else as he inspects the wreckage. He crouches down by the two bodies laying near one another, careful not to step in the pool of blood. Maybe he could discover a clue as to what ended these two people's lives.
Wolf-Eyes does some math on his fingers: "The girl disappears two weeks ago, your book gets nabbed a few days later, we run into the thawn yesterday..." He pauses to pop a handful of nuts into his mouth. "Sounds like somethin' is comin' to a head."
"I dunno, Dolph - the trail's been cold for 'bout two weeks now," Wolf-Eyes says somewhat glumly. "Maybe, and I mean maybe, Dewall could pick up a scent, but we'd need somethin' a hers for him to smell first." He reaches down and gives the mutt a scratch behind the ear. "You gotta pretty good nose, partner, but I dunno if it's that good."
"Easy there, Morg," Wolf-Eyes says with a consoling pat on the enotbian's shoulder. "Errythin' in its own time." To Tommy: "Goblins? Naw, we were sent for by Silion Tuldaril, but like your boss, he's away on business too. But out of curiosity, how big a price are we talkin' 'bout?"
Wolf-Eyes shrugs. "Demons an' cults an' what-not ain't my speciality." He looks to Rodolpho, "Dolph, your a man o' learnin', would followers of Kaja-whats-it stoop to makin' off with a little kid?"
The rosey nosed man looks up and retorts. Wha? What news? Wolf-Eyes leans back his chair - far enough so that he can make eye contact with Abel. "We ran into a bit o' trouble on the way in," he drawls. "Nasty flies as big as eagles and a giant, uh, whaddya-call-it-" He snaps his fingers, trying to conjure the word; "Uh, prawn- no. Thawn. A giant thawn."
"Would it be wishful thinking that your old pal Silion would've included a bar tab for us with our rooms?" Wolf-Eyes asks Rodolpho. To everyone: "Why don't we keep ourselves in our host's good graces and find a table?"
Wolf-Eyes hooks his thumbs on his belt. "I s'pose there's nothin' more for us to do then but to cool our heels and wet our whistles - giant-killin' is thirsty work."
"The mask and robe look like cultists would be wearing them. These look like Kaj'Talel worshippers. Demon lord. Really nasty. I hope the townsfolk haven't cast their lots with cults. We need to be on watch for them in this area, I suppose," the Mage nods as he studies the trappings. "Maybe that's what this Silion fella wants to talk to us about?" Wolf-Eyes offers. "And what about those fancy spears? Not to judge the depth of a puddle by lookin' at the surface, but big ugly over here doesn't look like the type to carry somethin' like them."
Somewhat dejected, Wolf-Eyes looks through the contents of the lock-box. The mask and robe are puzzling to him, but he wonders if he knew the person depicted in the etching.
Wolf-Eyes chews on his lower lip, ruminating - he finds it impossible to reconcile the hideous carcass at his feet with his memory of the old lady who once lived here. "I'll check 'round the other side," he says finally. "Maybe she snuck out the back? C'mon, Dewall."
"C'mon, tons o' fun," Wolf-Eyes drawls. "Let's tussle. He lunges forward and slashes at the giant with his machete
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Wolf-Eyes gives Raidh a curt nod of appreciation for skewering the botfly, then dashes toward the cottage, skirting a pile of hay in an effort to put himself between the thawn and Kee-rik. Dewal bounds after him.
Wolf-Eyes grits his teeth in frustration. "Hold still so I can swat ya," he growls at the fly and takes another swing.
Emboldened by the ease with which he dispatched the first botfly, Wolf-Eyes doesn't hesitate to attack the other.
Hoping to draw some attention away from Raidh and Kee-rik, Wolf-Eyes dashes toward the botflies. He takes a swing at the nearest of them with his machete.
"This is Lidda Elerose's place," Wolf-Eyes says as the others catch up with him and Dewall. "She's lived here alone as long as I can remember." He cups a hand around his mouth to amplify his voice over the ruckus of animal sounds and shouts: "Miss Lidda! Are y'alright?" His other hand drifts down rest on the handle of his machete. "Stay close now, Dewall," he murmurs. "I don't like the looks o' those bugs- no offense Morg."
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