Howling Wolf - May 27

15-Howling Wolf

or One Werewolf Too Many

Everyone woke up and discussed the howling from the night. Ronan’s rumbling stomach drove everyone downstairs for grub. The inn barroom was quite empty. The innkeeper brought out plates of deep-fried everything. Fried eggs, tomatoes, sausages and crispy bacon. Fried ham, potatoes and beans. Re-fried beans, even!

Chalaska walked in and sat down with the crew to confirm their arrangements. A letter of introduction to Gorbitt Gnawshank was produced. Twenty-five gold pieces will be paid by Gorbitt on their arrival. The final 75 gold pieces awaits the wagons safe arrival in Triboar. The final instructions were as follows: do anything in your power within legal norms to safeguard the wagons and the contents therein and ensure the wagons and their contents safe arrival in Triboar. Gorbitt Gnawshank is ultimately reposibile for getting the wagons to Triboar, but he and his hired help require additional ‘muscle‘ to protect from bandits and thieves. The deal was signed. The hand was shook.

And on the road they went. The weather was cloudy but untroubled by rain. Our fair adventurers encountered a pair of travellers on the road. They gave the crew a wide berth and were very deferential. The two were carrying great packs on their backs and must have been farmers or craftsman travelling to the Bargewright Inn or Womford to sell their wares. The also came across what might have been a nobleman, dressed in fine clothes and armour. He spoke with confidence and authority but was very polite to motley assortment before him…dwarf, halfling, human and tiefling. A brief chat about the road ended with a polite goodbye. The day passed. The sun set. Skithryx wanted to find a small copse of trees to sleep amongst for shelter. They wondered off the road slightly and setup camp. Supper was prepared and scarfed down. Chamelle missed her ma and pa the most during meals on the road. There was nothing quite like halfling meals. Watches were set and the others went to sleep.

The howling of wolves woke the party in the night. Closer and closer the howling came until 5 wolves, head lowered, seeped in from the darkness. The wolves attacked and were quickly being dispatched when three more figures, humanoid with monstrous, very canine features. Werewolves in a hybrid human/wolf form. Skithryx cast Hunger of Hadar and Shatter. Magdiana was able to deal dammage to these cursed creatures with her iron fists when all the other regular weapons were unable to even make a mark. The crew slowly wore down the werewolves. First one, then a second werewolf fell and were transformed into their natural human form. The third tried to flee but was finally cut down. But, the damage had been done. Maggie, Groz and the Tick all had bites from werewolves. Groz said he knew of some herbs and spices, a recipe from his Colonel from the War of the Silver Marches. He went out and gathered the necessary ingredients and made a poltice.

They decided to try and get a full nights rest and sleep into late morning.