The wolf facing Bria yelps in chilling pain and surprise, as a stream of frost and ice flys in upon a magical ray. The beast shivers and trembles, whines, and then stiff as a doornail falls sideways, thudding against the snow like a toppled ice carving. Thorin, somewhere out there hidden under an illusion, at least is having good ranged-attack luck.
Someone else is quite lucky too! As if from nowhere, a man dressed in what could only be prisoner's shaggy furs, has appeared on the cart near Gimlak, and before you can blink has skewered the last Korrud point blank, in the back!
The dwarf bellows a horrible scream in surprise, the pain unimaginable with a metal arrowhead lodged deep into tough and foreign flesh. You wait for him to topple, to fall on his face and slowly bleed out into the snow... but the brute is too determined to fight back! With a grimace on his face, knowing that the walls of death are closing in, he jabs his shortsword out towards Gimlak. Well, it seems with a bolt lodged in his behind the dwarf's movement is slowed, and the human foe easily maneuvers out of harms way.
Seeing their masters falling, having witnessed one of their pack downed in battle, the remaining wolves begin to snarl and show their teeth. Still very much animals of the wild, their next move is hard to predict.
The lone western wolf, chained by itself to a Korrud contraption, begins to pull on the reins, dragging the sled northwards. Oh, straight towards Zemryn! It seems the wolves attached to the sled that the newcomer Rolin is standing upon, have a similar idea. They begin to charge off northwards, trampling on a fallen Korrud and heading roughly in Bria's direction.
In the background, to the south, all can hear another Korrud following his friend's tracks right towards you. It is only a matter of time!
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Beings indicated in Black are dead.
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K2 attack Gimlak: 1D20+3 = [7]+3 = 10
Wolf 1 Direction: 1D4 = [1] = 1
Wolf 2/3 Direction: 1D4 = [1] = 1
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Both sleds can move at approx 25' per round with one average weight rider. Each additional rider will halve their speed (so they are really only viable for one rider or one large load of supplies).
It isn't really obvious if the wolves plan to attack, or simply want to run away now that their masters appear beaten. Rolin, with a high enough animal handling check (1d20+0) I'll allow you "some" control of the sled you are in, if you want.
You all probably have two, maybe three rounds left before you'd guess the other Korrud might arrive.
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