[AU] Butterfly Cage

Galen keeps the tip of his staff at the ground for a moment, shifting his grip, and then snaps it up towards the worg's underside.
 

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Connor stays out of the way, and marvels at the abilities of his recent companions. A worthy group to be traveling with indeed.
 

Scinathar, mojh 1

If the last worg is still thrashing when Scinathar's turn comes up again he will try to hit it with another crossbow bolt. He will only fire if he can get a clear shot from the entrance, not wanting to hit his companions.

((OOC all caught up reading and ready to jump in :)))
 
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Grinning through his own pain, Grathis savors the thrill of combat. He will do what he can with morningstar and fang to finish the remaining worg.
 

*Sanje slashes at the worg, slashing its throat. It goes down gurgling on its own blood. The others bring their attacks up short. Voes and Telof go running to the fallen bowmen, but as Voes gets there his face goes white. He turns to the side and is violently sick, and even Telof looks shaken. He turns back to the party and shakes his head; the other two must be dead.*

*Aa-Namay's face is sorrowful, but she seems reluctant to leave her fallen sister.*

"Thank you," she says, glancing back at the fallen worgs and bowmen. "You have truly been our protectors today."
 

Scinathar walks over to Mochor and Aa-Namay, removing the bolt from his loaded crossbow and storing both of them away. It claps Mochor on the shoulder giving him a look of approval before turning to Aa-Namay, "Sirrat Aa-Namay we are deeply sorry that we were not able to come quick enough once more. These foul beasts are certainly suspicious attacking so soon after the cave in." I wonder if the cave-in alerted them that food might be in the area, or if something drove them to attack and finish off the work it had started with the collapse. the suspicious Mojh thinks to itself.
 

Sanje glances over the fallen.

"What has occured that that made these worgs attack? Indeed, what was the ram? I am not familiar with such creatures - are they common in the mountains?"

He nods in acknowledgement to Connor. "And you said these worgs are intelligent. Were they hunting prey, perhaps, or did they have another motive in mind? I am of a suspicion, considering that only recently your group's caving efforts were sabotaged of a fatal nature."
 
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Galen crouches down to look at the worg at his feet, looking at it and trying to see the magical pattern which makes it up. But still too lacking in magic, he can't discern it and instead decides to go and see if the ram is still alive.
 
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With worg blood congealing in the fur of his snout and neck, Grathis is a terrible sight. Worse yet is the deep bite wound in his own shoulder. Grathis briefly notes the presence of blood running down his arm.

"Grrrr...a fine battle!" he says.

His eyes become slightly unfocused and he slides to the ground.

"Perhaps I should change my name to the Thrice-Bitten," he says. "If any of you have any skill at healing, I could use some attention...after the others are cared for, of course."

He closes his eyes and brings his breathing back under control, deliberately shutting out the throbbing pain.
 

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