After noticing the howling cease, the two watchmen set about in a state of hyper-vigilance. You stare off into the shadow, your minds conjuring up all sorts of shapes from half shaded tree branches and low lying shrubs concealed in the darkness. Several minutes pass and a couple of times you are sure that you can nearly see a wolf slinking just out of sight, but it alwasy turns out to be the firelight, "playing tricks on you." The woods is alive with nighttime sounds. Owls, vols, ground squirrels, bats, raccoons, and other night time denizens are clearly heard as the night goes on.
Perception Check DC
After noticing the howling cease, the two watchmen set about in a state of hyper-vigilance. You stare off into the shadow, your minds conjuring up all sorts of shapes from half shaded tree branches and low lying shrubs concealed in the darkness. Several minutes pass and a couple of times you are sure that you can nearly see a wolf slinking just out of sight, but it alwasy turns out to be the firelight, "playing tricks on you." The woods is alive with nighttime sounds. Owls, vols, ground squirrels, bats, raccoons, and other night time denizens are clearly heard as the night goes on.
Perception check:
Perception check
"Hmmm... seems quiet. Best to keep sharp, though."
The night continues onward. For the next twenty minutes or so, you realized that the hardest part of keeping watch is staying in a heightened sense of alert without becoming too comfortable and slipping off into a twilight state. A chorus of crickets and lacewings chirp through the night composing a natural symphony for it's audience of two.
Perception Check DC 15
Perception Check DC 20
Perception Check DC 26
Lianth
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Surprise Round! (move or standard actions only)
Initiative Order:
- Vigil
- Wolves
- Lianth (asleep)
- Thorvin
- Carrion (asleep)
"Aye, always best to keep sharp..." Thorvin says as he begins staring off into the fire, occasionally puffing a trail of smoke from his pipe.
Perception check 1
Perception check 2
After he finishes his smoke, Thorvin puts his pipe away and resecures his hood over his head. He then begins to search the area with his keen dwarven eyes suitable for the darkness.
Perception check 3
Perception check
Virgil bellows out to his companions, "Wolves! Wolves! Two of them! One northeast, one southwest! On your feet!" Rising, he grabs an unlit end of one of the logs from the fire and hurls it at the wolf to the northeast. ()
Attack
Damage
After throwing the flaming log, Virgil steps to the middle of the circle of tents, "Back to back, comrades. The last thing we need is to be outmaneuvered." His eyes narrow and his voice drops, "The Creeper Embraces the Oak." He adopts a slow, circling stance. His blade goes from high to low and back to constantly offer a new threat and to guard against others.
Thorvin stands straight up as Virgil shouts, and almost as quickly, draws his bow. He watches Virgil toss the log into the woods and squints to find the target as he nocks an arrow.
Virgil bellows out to his companions, "Wolves! Wolves! Two of them! One northeast, one southwest! On your feet!" The swordsman, then bends low near the fire and fishes out a seizable branch that looks both solid and is aflame at one end. He brandishes it menacingly in the direction of the wolves.
Perception Check DC 2 (Lianth and Carrion Only, -10 penalty for being asleep still applies)
The fel lupines charge forward with great alacrity. Two of them rush towards Thorvin, flanking him. Meanwhile, an undetected wolf, charges headlong towards Virgil and his flaming brand.
The first creature tears into Thorvin, grabbing him by the legs and throwing the poor dwarf upon the ground. The second animal takes advantage of the situation biting the woodsman across the shoulder. The third wolf, jumps at Virgil but misses him entirely. It rolls to it's feet and gives the warrior a cruel snarl.
The other two companions remain asleep for now.
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Lianth's Perception check
Roarke's Perception check
Lianth wakens from a sound slumber, Roarke's head coming up besides hers with a 'rurr?'
Taking stock of the chaos the camp has become, she orders Roarke to attack one of the wolves attacking Thorvin (pointing out the one between their position and Thorvin, in the hopes that he can take advantage of the wolf's distracted state) while cursing her two legs, which require her to spend so much time staggering to her feet, sickle in hand.
Roarke's attack possible +2 for flank not counted in (bad math, was 1d20+2, but still a sucky roll)
Roarke's damage
Roarke's trip attempt
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Perception check
Carrion, while rolling around in his sleep, is started awake by a yell, sees Virgil and Thorvin back to back in defensive positions. Carrion drops his morningstar (free action), then grabs his crossbow (move action; bolt notched, if I didn't previously state it). Carrion's body is still stiff, and he is unable to stand immediately.
"Why can't anything ever go easy?"
Virgil attacks the wolf nearest him, "The Kingfisher Takes a Silverback." With his blade held at shoulder height, he stabs downward, aiming for the spine of the wolf.
Attack
Damage
Carrion drops his morningstar (free action), then grabs his crossbow (move action; bolt notched, if I didn't previously state it).
Thorvin rises from the dusty grounds and his canine assailants do not hesitate as he does so.
The wolves' jaws bear down upon Thorvin's limbs, but the dwarf's well made studded leather armor protects him from their sharp teeth. "That was a bit too close for comfort" thinks the dwarf as he pulls himself free of the creature's maws.
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Round 1
Initiative Order:
- Vigil
- Wolves
- Lianth
- Thorvin
- Carrion
Virgil, sizing up his animal opponent, decides that the burning brand from the fire is having little effect on the creature. He drops it and draws his greatsword. With great force, he chops down upon the wolf, cutting it deeply. The creature yelps in pain and blood flows freely from the vicious wound upon it's flank. It does not quaver however and jumps upon Virgil, covering the warrior's armor in its blood.
Knowledge Nature DC 10
The wolf clambers for Virgil's throat and finds it's mark savagely ripping into the warrior's flesh and with a display of unbridled power, it throws him to the ground. The blood of the wolf and the blood of the man mingling to soil the ground beneath them.
Meanwhile, the two wolves work in unison against Throvin one feinting while the other attacks. The first attempt to down the dwarf is fruitless as the cunning warrior dodges the wolf's assault. The second wolf, however, finds purchase in the dwarf's backside giving him an annoying injury on the rump.
Lianth awakes from her slumber to witness the mayhem all around her. As she stands, she orders Rourke to attack the nearest wolf attacking Thorvin. The loyal companion leaps forth, is dodged by it's target but manages to defensively flank the opponent, giving the dwarf a better chance to down the opponent.
Awakened by all the action, Carrion retrieves his loaded crossbow and stands taking aim at his assailants.
Thorvin will indeed draw his axe as he stands and make an attack against the wolf he is flanking:
Attack roll:
Damage:
Knowing that these wild creatures can't keep up their assault indefinitely, Thorvin chops into the wolf's rear flank as it dodges Rourke's assault. Blood wets the axe's half moon blade and the dwarf wrenches it free with a grunt. The creature groans in pain but remains a constant threat.
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Round 2
Initiative Order:
- Vigil
- Wolves
- Lianth (action declared)
- Thorvin
- Carrion
Attack with battleaxe:
Damage:
"Ack, you bloody mongrel dogs! Get out of here!" Thorvin shouts in the midst of his wounds.
Virgil clambers back up and swings again at the beast, "Arc of the Moon." Virgil executes a simple slash, beginning at midbody level, arcing to his neck, and ends back at a guard stance.
Attack
Damage
Carrion will retrieve one rations pouch from his pack, open it, then throw it right next to one of the wolves attacking Thorvin.
Throwing the rations 1d20+2
Virgil clambers back up and swings again at the beast.
Virgil executes, Arc of the Moon, a simple slash beginning at midbody level and arcing to cleave clean through the wolf's shaggy neck sending its disembodied head rolling into the fire. He then moves his blade back into a guarded stance.
The remaining pair of wolves appear oblivious to the death of their companion and concentrate their efforts on Thorvin.
With a leap the first wolf sinks it's teeth into Thorvin's side drawing blood from yet another set of fresh bite marks. The second wolf, has less luck, however as it fails to pierce the dwarf's leather armor. After the barrage, the sturdy dwarf remains upon his feet.
Lianth, standing next to Rourke, slashes the wolf attacking Thorvin with her sickle. The curved blade finds purchase in the wolves hind quarters. Combined with the previous axe wound inflicted by Thorvin, this wolf is in a sad state. Rourke, attempting to please his mistress, leaps at the injured wolf, but its wily target once again dodges away from the attack.
Thorvin with calculated accuracy brings his axe in for the killing blow. The wolves ribs crack and shatter as the cutting edge of the axes slams into them. The wolf collapses on the ground in a heap, spasming its death throws. The dwarf victoriously takes a defensive stands and eyes the last remaining wolf with an eye full of determination.
Carrion, rustling about in his backpack this whole time, finds the object of his search and produces one of the field rations given to him by the people of Kassen. He unwraps the dried brick of preserved food and tosses it at the remaining wolf. The creature begins sniffing it with great interest. It would appear it is paying more attention to an easy meal over your dwarven companion.
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Ignoring the last surviving wolf, Lianth steps forward to Thorvin, over the body of the fallen wolf, muttering words in an unknown tongue, shield hand descending low towards the earth, fingers splayed, bloody sickle held high. With her shield-bearing arm, she reaches to Thorvin and motions wiping the blood of his injuries away as her hand slides lightly over his armor.
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Round 3
Initiative Order:
- Virgil
- Wolf (Fleeing)
- Lianth (action declared)
- Thorvin
- Carrion
Virgil waves his arms and yells at the remaining wolf, encouraging it to run away while still keeping his guard.
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When Carrion is unsuccessful with stabilizing or assisting Thorvin, he ties several bells to the collection of twine he has, then sets it around the camp, approximately 10 feet from the outside edge of the camp and 3 foot high; any bushes or trees will be used to establish the height, variations in height may occur due to the natural surroundings. "It is a warning, we'll should know of something tries to come in at night."
"Aye, thanks lass." Thorvin says as the healing energies close up his wounds.
Thorvin will then take up his bow and loose another arrow at the fleeing wolf.
Attack roll: (+1 if within 30 feet for 19).
Damage:
"I'm not angry, lad, but if they're this desperate to attack us, they might wander too close to town. I can't have that; what with the little ones running around."
"We didn't have to do that? And I suppose you had some sort of impossible foreknowledge that these wolves would be swayed from their goal of killing us all had we just given them trail rations? That's some great hindsight you have there. Frankly, I don't care if trail rations would have appeased them or not. A predator is a predator, whether it has two legs or four legs, and I do not aim to become prey." Virgil points his finger at Carrion, "The weak give way to the strong. Remember that, Cupcake."
Virgil turns to Lianth, "Lianth, would you be so kind as to lend me your dagger for a short while? I don't want this pelt to go to waste."
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To Virgil:
"If you have such a narrow viewpoint of the world, all is black and white, or predator and prey, then I pity you. There is so much more to know of the world."
To Thorvin:
"I see your point. If they are in the vicinity of an inhabited area, either eliminate them or concentrate them into one area, if you believe in narrowminded ways. You have a valid point, I withdraw my previous comment."
To Lianth:
"Can you tell us of the odds such an attack will occur again, the likelihood determined by the area and apparent lack of food sources?"
Carrion will then set about his work creating the bell and twine alarm
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Lianth hands her dagger to Virgil without comment, nodding approvingly at the thought of not wasting the pelts. Noting his wound, she looks to see if Carrion is injured, and then turns to lay her hand upon the bite mark, calling once again upon the healing power of life itself.
Wiping Virgil's blood from her palm, she turns to Thorvim and says softly, "It is best to not wound what you do not kill. If the wolf survives the infection of that wound, it will be even more prone to attacking people, weakened and feverish and less able to take down a rabbit or similar prey. It would have been best for our village, and, indeed, for the wolf, if we had killed it, than for it to survive wounded and without pack." She stops for a second, reflecting, "Indeed, that is probably good advice for foes that walk on two legs as well. Never wound what you cannot kill."
"Thank you, Lianth. Your healing is most welcome." Virgil skins both wolves and butchers the meat for storage. Then he goes to sleep.
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Lianth helps to prepare the skins to dry overnight, rubbing them clean of blood and bits of flesh with dirt and gravel, since they don't have any salt available, pleased that Virgil is allowing none of the wolves to go to waste.
"I'll take this watch, since I'm awake already, but then I will need eight hours sleep before I can heal again, so please do not wake me, even if it means we get a late start in the morning."
Thorvin, not realizing the blood he's lost, suddenly becomes light headed as his eyes roll up into the back of his head as he loses consciousness falling to the ground.
Virgil moves to place himself between the wolf and the fire and begins waving his arms and calling at in it in attempt to make it flee.
Virgil achieves success in his efforts as the lone remaining wolf scoops the ration up into it's maw and quickly runs off, quickly entering the shadowy area of your illumination.
Ignoring the last surviving wolf, Lianth steps forward to Thorvin, over the body of the fallen wolf, muttering words in an unknown tongue, shield hand descending low towards the earth, fingers splayed, bloody sickle held high. With her shield-bearing arm, she reaches to Thorvin and motions wiping the blood of his injuries away as her hand slides lightly over his armor.
Thorvin's eye's fly open and his mouth opens for a surprised gasp. The dwarf appears as if he has just been submerged in icy water or some such. As he stands, drawing his bow as he does so, his head is pounding. He losses an arrow, () but only manages to score a glancing blow on the wolf's rear flank as it continues to run for its life, now with a pronounced limp.
Carrion turns to Thorvin angrily, filled with disapproval of his actions.