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<blockquote data-quote="Sic_Pixie" data-source="post: 5928022" data-attributes="member: 52403"><p><strong>Walking to Paradise ...</strong></p><p></p><p>Grembor and Zordlan each take watches while the casters sleep and they awake refreshed and content; after a small breakfast they head down the tower again using the wand of spider climb. Alighting upon the floor they find with despair that their horses have been butchered by the werewolves while they were otherwise occupied; they will have to walk to the next town which is a good days walk just outside of the forest barring any other mode of transportation.</p><p></p><p>As they find their way to edge of the clearing they find a scene of blood and carnage; there are body parts strewn around a small clearing; several people have been ripped apart and some of their intestines and other less easy to identifiable items are hanging from the surrounding branches. They quickly reconnoiter the area and find this is the remains of Duristan’s hunting team; however they do not find Duristan which could bode well for the noble hunter. They do discover that each of the bodies has had their heart ripped from their chest with a taloned claw and they can find no scraps of heart in the clearing so it looks like they were either taken with them or eaten on the spot. The sheer amount of blood splattered body parts is difficult to register but they finally figure out that they were hit by surprise by many hybrid werewolves and that it happened several hours ago.</p><p></p><p>They start arraigning the bodies to prepare them for burial when they hear the sounds of several figures approaching along one of the trails. Weapons are readied and spells brought to mind as a group of Varasian travelers who look decidedly worse for wear slide into the clearing and fan out. Hands not far from weapons they are gruffly asked what their business is here. Bowing his head the leader of the band steps forward and introduces him self as Rhakis Szadro, leader of the Princes Wolves. At which the band twitch nervously as they have had just about enough of werewolves for a while. Spreading his hands wide to show his peaceful intentions Rhakis explains that he does not wish for a fight as he has seen and heard what has happened in the clearing and it seems getting in the way of this rag tag appearing band of adventurers is not good for one’s health. Asking what they are intending to do and why they are here Gembor responds stating that they are hunting down the Whispering Way and they are heading to the ghost town of Feldgrau; with a grin he is told that they are also hunting down the Whispering Way and that a truce of some sort may indeed be viable. Relaxation on both sides as grips are released on weapons and the matrix for the flesh devouring spell in mind are released … for now.</p><p></p><p>Sitting down in the gore splattered clearing Rhakis motions for them to do likewise and starts filling a pipe with pungent smelling weed; “you already know where to go and what needs doing, it seems you are a more resourceful team than appearances would suggest.” With a simple cantrip he lights the pipe and sits back pulling on the pipe till the smoke starts rising in an agreeable manner as his blue eyes scan the party. “I propose an alliance; simple we help you and you help us. We want the heart of the previous packlord and you want to stop the whispering way as we do. Unless you have a much quicker methods of travel other then your own two feet we will be in Feldgrau long before you.” Looking around the clearing at the cleanup work that’s progressing with the werewolves assistance. “These bodies have the stink of the Demon Wolves upon them; it seems they are the ones who massacred this group; they are on also on their way to the ghost town to reclaim the heart. Should their leader Adimarus Ionacu become packlord of the Shudderwood it would not bode well for the non lycanthrope denizens of the forest and its surrounding area.” Fishing in his bag he pulls out several fetishes which he tosses their way. These will grant you assistance with my brethren who are tracking the Demon wolves should you meet them; don’t abuse the rare privilege I am granting you.” </p><p></p><p>With this he taps out his pipe in the palm of his hand, rubbing the embers together till fully extinguished before standing. “So you killed Mathus Mordrinacht; congratulation on that; he was getting quite rabid with the Whispering Way’s influence. Where did you say you left the body?” With these direction in mind he walks away with a friendly wave with the remaining werewolves following close behind. The clearing is left with several bodies arraigned in a better pose than they were found. The party gather their things and after some washing to remove the blood and gore from themselves they head off to the closest town.</p><p></p><p>It seems the luck of the goddess is with them as they come across nothing of any note on their trip out of the forest; They do however meet several traders coming the other way which they advise to turn around and head back to town as most of them head their advise they have some one other than each other to talk to as they walk. Pringle has the worst time of it on the forced march as he is the most unused to rigorous activity and his body is complaining in many small ways. He finally gives in and they request he hitch a ride on one of the caravans they are walking with which is granted.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sic_Pixie, post: 5928022, member: 52403"] [b]Walking to Paradise ...[/b] Grembor and Zordlan each take watches while the casters sleep and they awake refreshed and content; after a small breakfast they head down the tower again using the wand of spider climb. Alighting upon the floor they find with despair that their horses have been butchered by the werewolves while they were otherwise occupied; they will have to walk to the next town which is a good days walk just outside of the forest barring any other mode of transportation. As they find their way to edge of the clearing they find a scene of blood and carnage; there are body parts strewn around a small clearing; several people have been ripped apart and some of their intestines and other less easy to identifiable items are hanging from the surrounding branches. They quickly reconnoiter the area and find this is the remains of Duristan’s hunting team; however they do not find Duristan which could bode well for the noble hunter. They do discover that each of the bodies has had their heart ripped from their chest with a taloned claw and they can find no scraps of heart in the clearing so it looks like they were either taken with them or eaten on the spot. The sheer amount of blood splattered body parts is difficult to register but they finally figure out that they were hit by surprise by many hybrid werewolves and that it happened several hours ago. They start arraigning the bodies to prepare them for burial when they hear the sounds of several figures approaching along one of the trails. Weapons are readied and spells brought to mind as a group of Varasian travelers who look decidedly worse for wear slide into the clearing and fan out. Hands not far from weapons they are gruffly asked what their business is here. Bowing his head the leader of the band steps forward and introduces him self as Rhakis Szadro, leader of the Princes Wolves. At which the band twitch nervously as they have had just about enough of werewolves for a while. Spreading his hands wide to show his peaceful intentions Rhakis explains that he does not wish for a fight as he has seen and heard what has happened in the clearing and it seems getting in the way of this rag tag appearing band of adventurers is not good for one’s health. Asking what they are intending to do and why they are here Gembor responds stating that they are hunting down the Whispering Way and they are heading to the ghost town of Feldgrau; with a grin he is told that they are also hunting down the Whispering Way and that a truce of some sort may indeed be viable. Relaxation on both sides as grips are released on weapons and the matrix for the flesh devouring spell in mind are released … for now. Sitting down in the gore splattered clearing Rhakis motions for them to do likewise and starts filling a pipe with pungent smelling weed; “you already know where to go and what needs doing, it seems you are a more resourceful team than appearances would suggest.” With a simple cantrip he lights the pipe and sits back pulling on the pipe till the smoke starts rising in an agreeable manner as his blue eyes scan the party. “I propose an alliance; simple we help you and you help us. We want the heart of the previous packlord and you want to stop the whispering way as we do. Unless you have a much quicker methods of travel other then your own two feet we will be in Feldgrau long before you.” Looking around the clearing at the cleanup work that’s progressing with the werewolves assistance. “These bodies have the stink of the Demon Wolves upon them; it seems they are the ones who massacred this group; they are on also on their way to the ghost town to reclaim the heart. Should their leader Adimarus Ionacu become packlord of the Shudderwood it would not bode well for the non lycanthrope denizens of the forest and its surrounding area.” Fishing in his bag he pulls out several fetishes which he tosses their way. These will grant you assistance with my brethren who are tracking the Demon wolves should you meet them; don’t abuse the rare privilege I am granting you.” With this he taps out his pipe in the palm of his hand, rubbing the embers together till fully extinguished before standing. “So you killed Mathus Mordrinacht; congratulation on that; he was getting quite rabid with the Whispering Way’s influence. Where did you say you left the body?” With these direction in mind he walks away with a friendly wave with the remaining werewolves following close behind. The clearing is left with several bodies arraigned in a better pose than they were found. The party gather their things and after some washing to remove the blood and gore from themselves they head off to the closest town. It seems the luck of the goddess is with them as they come across nothing of any note on their trip out of the forest; They do however meet several traders coming the other way which they advise to turn around and head back to town as most of them head their advise they have some one other than each other to talk to as they walk. Pringle has the worst time of it on the forced march as he is the most unused to rigorous activity and his body is complaining in many small ways. He finally gives in and they request he hitch a ride on one of the caravans they are walking with which is granted. [/QUOTE]
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