Our heroes found themselves in a lethal predicament. They were completely surrounded by a werewolf (Merril), a Winter Wolf and four dire wolves, all of which carried a ravenous thirst for blood. Phae tossed a fire-ball into the apple trees to draw out any more would-be enemies.
"Looks like we've come across some bad apples." growled Groth as he readied his steel for action. He charged with ferocity towards a cluster of wolves. In his excitement he misses the targets.
Without wasting any time Merril leaped from the fallen log. Striking for Raddick he lost his footing. Raddick dodged. At once the dire wolves choreographed an attack tripping both Raddick and Groth.
Fox couldn't help but ponder the worst of outcomes. The Winter Wolf stared at him with glowing eyes. Icy bursts came forth with every exhale. He knew that something drastic had to be done, and it had to be done soon. Pulling out the bean pouch he prayed for a good outcome.
Holding the bean between his thumb and index finger the jammed it into the earth.
The blast forced him back five paces. The ground shuddered as the ground swelled all around them. Slithering our of the forest floor rose close to two dozen thick black tentacles. Wrapping up everything in their path, the tentacles isolated Merril and two of his dire wolves. They gnashed their teeth and thrashed about; causing the tentacles grip to tighten.
The Winter Wolf let out a growl as it breathed frost onto Raddick and Groth who have yet to get back to their feet. They writhe with the pain of a thousand frozen needles. Phae rewards the creature with a fatal fireball which spreads it's flames to encompass the tangled Werewolf.
Groth slashes through two more dire wolves dropping them both while above, a tentacle, squeezed the life out of a third.
High above Merril howls in frustration. Raddick turns to attack and nothing happens. Merril laughed.
"If you critical fail, your turn is done!" he boasted.
With the flick of his wrist Auren unleashes his whip-dagger, catching Merril in the throat. The creatures smile disappears. A small amount of blood dripped out of the corner of his mouth. The tentacle tightened causing the wolf-man to gurgle and spew forth dark red blood. Phae and Fox dispatch the last of the wolves. The party can now breathe.
GIMME DAT LOOT!
"Looks like we've come across some bad apples." growled Groth as he readied his steel for action. He charged with ferocity towards a cluster of wolves. In his excitement he misses the targets.
Without wasting any time Merril leaped from the fallen log. Striking for Raddick he lost his footing. Raddick dodged. At once the dire wolves choreographed an attack tripping both Raddick and Groth.
Fox couldn't help but ponder the worst of outcomes. The Winter Wolf stared at him with glowing eyes. Icy bursts came forth with every exhale. He knew that something drastic had to be done, and it had to be done soon. Pulling out the bean pouch he prayed for a good outcome.
Holding the bean between his thumb and index finger the jammed it into the earth.
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| Where to place the fire... |
The Winter Wolf let out a growl as it breathed frost onto Raddick and Groth who have yet to get back to their feet. They writhe with the pain of a thousand frozen needles. Phae rewards the creature with a fatal fireball which spreads it's flames to encompass the tangled Werewolf.
Groth slashes through two more dire wolves dropping them both while above, a tentacle, squeezed the life out of a third.
High above Merril howls in frustration. Raddick turns to attack and nothing happens. Merril laughed.
"If you critical fail, your turn is done!" he boasted.
With the flick of his wrist Auren unleashes his whip-dagger, catching Merril in the throat. The creatures smile disappears. A small amount of blood dripped out of the corner of his mouth. The tentacle tightened causing the wolf-man to gurgle and spew forth dark red blood. Phae and Fox dispatch the last of the wolves. The party can now breathe.
GIMME DAT LOOT!
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