Vairar frowns "Because the door is a defensible choke point. And nothing is attacking from the inside. Besides, if we didn't want to enter, why did we force the door. Now that the noise happened, we need to establish a secure room before something breaks in from the other side."
Lunn returns with his hand axe at the ready. "Calm, elf, we'll live through this if we work together. Which isn't something this group does really, but if it did..."
Raising his voice a bit "Tommi, Grottur! Get back here! You're out of easy support range!"
"Or we secure our backs before going into the unknown," Escella says. "Right now, we can retreat entirely from this location. Once we go inside, if there is no escape route, we are trapped and must fight. Going inside while the exit is compromised is foolish. We stay here and defeat the worgs. If we can't defeat a couple big silly dogs. What are we doing going into the unknown? I'm certain whatever is in there is more dangerous than what's out here. And if we need to retreat from it, injured and exhausted, these silly dogs will be able to tear us apart. Secure your back before moving forward. The worgs will be at our backs once we go inside."
"They are silly now while we are fresh," Escella says. "They won't be silly if we are desperate to escape. And no one is stopping you from going inside. Maybe whatever's inside can be provoked into coming outside to an ambush."
Just imagining the worgs are sitting on their haunches listening thoughtfully as we debate this. What actions are we waiting on?
As the others argued, Tommi, Grottur, and Oh-Six retreated, with the young man flinging a rock at the remaining visible hyena-creature. The beast took cover behind a tree, and began to taunt the Daggerfordians.
"Ya made a mistake comin' here" it said in a snarl marked by the occasional high-pitched yips, "Ya may think yer tough, killin' me pack-mates, but that ain't nothin'. Shabraga will bring 'em back. And ye'll be just as dead. Ya can't even find yer way through the door. Yer no match for this pack. No match at all."
Tommi did 15 to Worg3 who's now dodging behind cover.
Name * AC * HP * Hit Dice * PasPrc * Spells * (Notes)
(PCs) Escella AC14 HP 33/33 HD 3/6 PP18 SSdc13 4/4 1/3 2/2 SP 5/5 Helgrim AC19 HP 35/58 HD 3/6 PP11* SDdc15 3/5d8 Lionel AC16 HP 51/51 HD 6/6 PP14 Lunn AC18* HP 71/71 HD 3/6 PP14* RGdc15 1/3 MA 3/3 BM 3/3 Tommi AC14 HP 33/39 HD 6/6 PP17 Vairar AC18*(20*) HP 45/45 HD 4/6 PP13* SSdc14 4/4 3/3 2/3
(NPCs) Oh-Six AC13(18) HP 22/22 HD 4/4 PP15(20)* SSdc13 2/3 fly60' Grottur AC13 HP 19/19 PP13*
Name * AC * HP * PP * (Notes)
(BGs) Hyena Worgs AC13 HP27ea PP12* HW1 27/27; HW2 dead; HW3 12/27; HW4 dead;
His colleagues weren't retreating, and Escella's blasts were going wild. Tommi had been prepared to take a stand, blocking the way so his colleagues could enter the building, but they did not seem interested in doing so.
The young man, Gutter in hand, strode towards the laughing creature, and with a quick slice cut it across its throat. Tommi saw Oh-Six whizzing by, offering distraction as he did so, but perhaps the others did not.
In any case, the spurt of blood gushed from the collapsing worg, its heat still pumping in rhythmical spurts.
Gutter hesitated to be withdrawn, but soon the rusty blade was back in Tommi's hand. He wiped it down, but somehow that only smeared the gore further, making it worse. He does not yet sheathe the weapon.
"Thanks, Oh-Six." he said. Then aloud: "There may be more about. Shall we go inside now?"
"Caution if fine. But losing advantage of speed or surprise sometimes can be more costly than leaving minor enemies behind. Don't let your intelligence blind you to the feeling, sensing of the turning tides of blood and battle. There is magic inside, it is calling."
Lunn looks into the room, checking the first step carefully since they encountered a trap already. Once he is satisfied that nothing will collapse, he commits his weight to the front foot and enters the building.