A Low Growl

Ludo stepped back as Stephen barged past him and braced himself, half expecting something to happen to Stephen. After a few seconds he realized that nothing was going to happen and that Stephen in his haste was almost at the top of the stairs. Shrugging his shoulders and muttering to no one in particular “amateurs”.

Following Hasan and Stephen to the top of the stairs, he glanced back and was reassured to see Feldard and the others trooping up the stairs.

Ludo guessed that as they were now moving up that they might be within the tower itself, and much closer to Vlaak and the mysterious man in the yellow robes.

Stephan mounted the dusty stairs — the cubes had not done their work here! — in reckless haste. At the top, however, his senses came back to him. Faced with a door, he stood back on the landing to allow Ludo to practice his skills. As Hasan reached the top, the fighther tried to squeeze into the corner to allow the elf to also examine the door.

Stephan hissed down the stairs at Feldard, “Aye, best close that door. Don’t want any of that goo creeping in.” Some part of his brain knew this was a ridiculous thought but he felt better with the door shut nonetheless.

As the others had made their way through the doorway the priest took the opportunity to ensure the lower gate to the street was secured. Satisfied, he made his way back to the stairwell and with one last scan for anything that lay in the oozing mess, he followed the party, closing the door behind them. There wasn’t much room on the stairs. “This is cosy.” he remarked to no one in particular.

Ludo examined the door. From the other side, he heard the sound of a low growl.

Hasan was pleased. The party clearly was heading in the right direction. He stood aside and motioned Feldard forward, “Your skills will lead us better now. Walk the point with Ludo. But don’t chase everything that moves. Leave a Ringman for me.”

“Be quiet, you are all making too much noise” Ludo whispered. “I hear a growl on the other side of the door, I think we might have some guard dogs to deal with, or possibly some Gobbo wolves. Be on your guard”. Ludo stepped back to allow Feldard past and got out his bow and notched an arrow.

Stephan readied his shield and sword. He clutched his light stone in his left shield hand. “I must affix it to my shield, some day,” he thought to himself.

He could see that Ludo sensed something beyond the door. The rogue’s body took on the lithe, cat-like awareness of a feline on high alert. Stephan held his breath and tried to remain perfectly still. All his focus was on Ludo’s reactions to the door.

After securing the outside door, Feldard had returned to the party, a bit miffed still that he’d not had opportunity to even attempt a swing at the gelatinous cubes that had frightened human. But his sour musings were met with an offer to take up the lead. Ha! Of course when there was a certainty of battle – send in the dwarf first. Some might feel bothered by that, but Feldard knew it was because they trusted him to deal with whatever lay ahead.

Miklos stood on the stairs and caught the rogues’ urgent comment. He smiled, all a growl would indicate was they wouldn’t be surprising anything. No surprises there. “Ahh here we go,” he smiled again, as Feldard mounted the steps. The dwarf paused for just the barest of moments at the door, untethering his battle axe and ensuring that the others were prepared. Then with a nod, he opened the door.

The marble walls and tiled floor of the chamber were dulled with age. Statues of jackal-headed men stared blindly from their plinths by the walls which were robed in dust. Faded curtains hung on the north and west side. A double door was the main exit to the east, and another door was in the southwest corner. A fountain in the center of the room was dried up and filled with rubbish.

However, there was scarcely any time to look about, for inside the chamber was the largest wolf he had ever seen. It was about the size of a pony! With snow white fur, the wolf glared at him with intense icy blue eyes. The wolf immediately sucked in a deep breath, held it, and then released a blast of icy air directly at the dwarf.

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7 responses to “A Low Growl

  1. Feldard -9hp

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

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 21,960/24000
    Miklos: 22,030/40000
    Feldard: 22,300/34000
    Hasan: 21,535/32000
    Stephan: 21,300/32000
    Ludo: 20,800/40,000

  2. Hasan

    Hasan saw his companions surge forward. He saw the terrible beast before him, and Feldard grimly rising after being felled by some awful, unseen blow. Unsure of the nature of their opponent, the elf drew one of the magical arrows they had plundered from the goblin lair, and smoothly released it. He watched as the arrowhead bit deeply into the great wolf and blood soiled the pristine white of the animal’s fur.

  3. Feldard

    The dwarf had already begun his advance on the beast when the icy blast struck. The chill near froze the very air in his lungs and he doubled over in an attempt to keep his core from freezing solid. It was more instinct than anything else.

    The icy blast ended and Feldard gratefully felt the sharp biting pain of cold on his face and hands. He would have been in trouble if he’d froze numb.

    With a grunt, he grabbed up his dropped battle-axe and rose from his crouched position. He could hear the whistle of arrows pasting around him. Engaging in melee would mean he would be just as likely a target but he couldn’t wait for this party to empty their quivers before attacking. He doubted he would fare as well against a second ice blast.

    Feldard charged forward, and swung for the Frost Wolf with his axe.

  4. Ludo

    Ludo saw the giant wolf breath a cone of icy air over Feldard and watched as Feldard doubled over. Charging forward he moved past Feldard, and as Feldard struck with his axe, shot his bow point blank into the flank of the wolf. Ludo then tossed his bow to one side, drew his sword and looked for an opening to strike further, whilst trying to avoid the snarling fangs and claws.

  5. Stephan

    Stephan recklessly lunged past the archers and dwarf, eager to fight a real foe after the horror of the cubes.

    “Havlav shall vanquish you!” he bellowed as he leaped at the giant wolf. An arrow sizzled past him, plunging into the lupine’s side. The arrow seemed only to enrage the beast more and it turned on the fighter as his sword connected with its right shoulder. While the blades did some slicing, it seemed more to glance off what must have been thick, knotted muscle beneath the pristine fur. Nevertheless, a chunk of meat came clean off but the wolf had muscle to spare.

  6. Maruc

    Maruc clanked up the stairs after the others to see what the comotion was all about. The temperature had dropped at the top of the stairs. Frost rhimed the landing and the doorway. His steel booted foot skidded on the glassy stonework.
    “Watch your step Miklos.” he called back, “There’s something afoot. I suspect we’re getting a frosty welcome.” he grinned wolfishly and raised his Halav emblazoned shield and strode into the melee loosening his chain flail.

    His eyes were drawn to the beast that dominated the room. “What in the name of Halav Incarnate is that?”

    Edging around the enraged creature he tired to knock it off balence. If I could just loop the chain around its hind leg here…. he swung low and the chain whipped out snaring the limb. Yes! He yanked at the handle but he lost his footing and stumbled the foot kicked out and jarred against the priests shield. Its attention turned on him. Maruc yanked at the flail desparately trying to release it.

  7. miklosdostevar

    Miklos rolled his eyes at the priest’s remark. He edged to the doorway and glanced in. Hmm.. Arctic Lupus Gargantium, that explains the nip in the air. “Bryll’s Fantastic Menangerie would suggest one should refrain from upsetting these creatures as they are liable to freeze you on the spot with their mere breath!” he said helpfully.

    He was feeling pretty useless back by the doorway so he toyed with the idea of throwing a web over it but soon realised this would be counter productive. He tried a moral boosting comment instead. “Well done you chaps. Thats it! Yes! Another one of those swings should do it Feldard!” He was grimmacing and punching the air like a shadow boxer when the spray of blood drenched him. “Nice.” he said flatly.

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