Inside the Lair of the Wolfskull

A cold shiver shot up Ludo’s spine and a lump of fear formed in his throat. The ferocious wolf charging at Ludo was a terrifying sight. Ludo quickly threw himself to one side, using the wall as cover. When the wolf came around the side of the wall, he stabbed his short sword into the wolf’s rib cage, the momentum of the fast moving wolf tore the sword from his grasp, but left the sword buried deep in the wolf’s body with blood steaming from the deep wound.

Ludo with his back braced against the compound wall, quickly drew his second short sword and used it to keep the snarling wounded animal at bay. “Feldard, help!” he yelled.

Feldard was halfway across the bridge when the rogue’s call came. He looked and saw the trapped predicament of the party’s newest member and scowled. The dwarf knew, from experience, his short dwarven legs alone would never cover the distance in time to save the man. Still, Feldard could not just stand there and watch.

Hasan continued to jog forward. Though he had dashed ahead to confront the wolf, he was leery of the party’s exposed position on the river banks and bridge. As he proceeded, he worried about the time the party could lose to these three goblins and their canine allies. Frustrated, the elf stopped, wheeled and cast his sleep spell at them.

It was fortunate timing, the three gobs all fell unconscious just as they were about to release another of the vicious, oversized wolves. Now, the two animals that remained were safely trapped in the pen.

Feldard charged into the entrance, drawing back his trusted weapon and with a mighty bellow, he threw his battle axe towards the dire wolf.

Stephan charged forward, but stopped short as he saw Feldard prepare to hurl his axe. The axe sailed past Stephan. The air screamed in fright as the blade sliced its way to the wolf.

As the others rushed to the newcomers aid, Maruc lagged behind, slowed by his leg. He watched as swift blades met the wolf-terror. He had not seen what Ludo had seen in the darkness but his expression did not fill Maruc with comfort. He smiled grimly and resolutely drew his chain-flail and shield together and marched to stand on the far side of the entrance.

More barking could be heard within and the harsh voices of goblins goading their wolves to attack. He turned and almost bumped into Miklos. “I’d stay back if I were you.”

Maruc didn’t grin.

Nervously, Miklos shadowed the priest as he made his way into the goblin nest. His white knuckles gripped his staff at the thought of battle. He was no warrior and he’d faced many terrible creatures, but even this knowledge didn’t take much of the tightness in his stomach away.

He collided with Maruc.

“Sorry.” he said absentmindedly. The priest’s expression did nothing for his fear.

He glanced into the dimly lit bough beyond Maruc. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust. Enough time to see the last wolf hurtle out of the darkness. It was huge and ugly, more brutish than the others, an old scar across its face where it had lost an eye. Its remaining eye gleaming with rage-fire. Its terrible maw dripping with saliva.

Miklos cried out in alarm.

His trusted battle axe now out of his hands, the dwarf was now limited in his ability to contribute to the battle. Stephan quickly stepped in to fill the breach. In seconds, it was all over. The wolf lay impaled after Stephan had laid a killing blow. The warrior, not in his comfort zone, stood in a ready stance, casting eyes about for more danger.

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9 responses to “Inside the Lair of the Wolfskull

  1. Ludo got lucky this round, no damage from the wolf. 🙂

    Maruc: 10xp+115xp
    Miklos: 10xp+115xp
    Feldard: 10xp+5xp+115xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp+115xp
    Stephan: 10xp+115xp
    Ludo: 10xp+5xp+115xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 20,310/24000
    Miklos: 20,425/40000
    Feldard: 20,410/34000
    Hasan: 19,605/32000
    Stephan: 19,370/32000
    Ludo: 18,915/20,000

  2. Dirk

    Hey – couple quick OOC questions:

    1) i can’t figure out if the map shows a path south out of the wolfpen room or if there’s a no obvious path. could you clarify?

    2) sorry, but can you update the Hit Points on the onscreen counter? I know Hasan is down 4 from the skirmish outside, but want to be sure he didn’t lose more earlier. i don’t like running around with single digit HPs!

    thanks!

  3. Feldard

    Feldard grimaced at the feeling of being so vulnerable during the last parts of the battle. He had been weaponless – his crossbow lay at the base of some tree up the hill and his axe was buried in the hide of a wolf.

    The dwarf wasted no time in moving up to the downed wolf and pulling free his axe. He’d have to remember to retrieve his crossbow later. He glanced to the newest party member, Ludo smirking recalling the mans plea for help. “You’re welcome.”

    The dwarf then moved into the goblin encampment, heading for the wolf pen and the two sleeping goblins. Maybe they would have a crossbow he could use for the moment.

    The remaining penned wolves snarled, and growled as he approached. He looked to the cage door to ensure it was shut tight and latched. What Feldard wouldn’t do right now for a lock or his crossbow and a full quiver of bolts to deal with these last two.

    (DM – Anything useful on the goblins? Crossbow? How is the pen door shut? Lock? – is the key on or near the goblins? Latch? would Feldard be able to rope tie the latch shut without getting his hand bitten off?)

  4. Sorry, the only path is a door in the entrance room on the south wall (not the wolf pen – no doors there)

  5. Ludo

    Ludo retrives his sword from the carcass of the dead wolf, and pats Feldard on the shoulder as he trotts past “thanks Feldard, you are handy Dwarf to have around”.

    He takes a scouting position at the door on the south wall, trying to determine any sounds that might give a clue as to what or who is the on the other side. He pauses to catch his breath and gently tries the door handle to see if the door is unlocked.

  6. Stephan

    Seeing the dwarf’s consternation, Stephan stepped forward. “Allow me,” he said as he readied his bow.

    The penned wolves snarled in rage at the attention Feldard and Stephan gave them. Stephen moved quickly but deliberately, wanting to quickly silence the beasts but not have to put more than one arrow in each. He breathed easy and waited at point blank range. One of the enraged monsters, overcome with hellhate, lunged at Stephan seemingly forgetting that a barrier separated the two. At that moment, Stephan’s arrow flew, sinking deep into the base of the wolf’s neck. The fiend fell dead against the cage, one paw sticking out a few inches.

    Turning, Stephan quickly did a similar thing to the second wolf. This time, however, the beast seemed to have it in for Feldard. With putrid slather flying, it strained to get at the dwarf. Stephan used this to his advantage, easily sinking another arrow this time into the rib cage and hopefully through the heart. The wolf quickly fell silent.

    “Well, I don’t expect to get those two arrows back. Well used, I expect.” Stephan’s head turned to a noise from within the goblin lair.

  7. Hasan

    Hasan nodded at Ludo. “Off you go. Let’s go find Vlaak.”. The elf drew his sword and waited to steal through the southern door.

  8. Maruc

    Maruc limped into the compound after the others. Scanning the area he saw the entrance amongst the twisted forest limbs. The fading whines of the wolves echo’d in his ears. He took his helm off and ran his hands over the grey-oak door. A bizarre shape that filled the gap between to overarching boughs. The floor tracks told of much passage. It must be the main way in.

    He pressed closer and listened. Goblin squabble. It was impossible to tell if they were alarmed or whether it was normal banter, for them. Maruc lent next to the bough and held his shield up and waited for the others to gather.

    He glanced around as they approached, assessing each for wounds. They’d do for now.

    “Hows this door barred Ludo?” he enquired.

  9. miklosdostevar

    The mage loitered at the bridge. He pulled himself into the shadow of the great split trunk that formed the gatehouse and peered at forest. It brought to mind the image so long ago, of the room in Cadwells castle where the claws of deathless skeletons sprouted from the ground. This ghastly scene was oddly fitting. His gaze pierced the gloom hunting for movement. The forest stared back. Waiting.

    A noise behind him caught his attention. He turned and saw the party gather around what appeared to be a way further in. Satisified that they were not being followed, he ducked back into the compound and joined the others.

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