The Dalish Curse: A Dragon Age Adventure

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The Dalish Curse​

A Dragon Age Adventure​

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Part One: The Prologue​

The Caravan​

It was nearing the end of Harvestmere and the night was a bitter one. The moons above, although nearing their fullness, were hidden behind a thick blanket of dark clouds. The air, albeit crisp, was heavy with humidity; dew was already beginning to form on the grass beneath the wagons, and any insects out and about flew low to the ground. Harold Dale, a man well versed in Ferelden's climate due to years of travel, knew what this meant. It would surely rain soon.

The caravan moved forward through the overcast night, the only sounds the light flicker of flame on the front wagon's hanging oil lamps, the creaking of wood on wheels, the light chirp of crickets, and the steady footsteps of the horses who pulled both wagons forward. Each wagon could fill about eight people and were pulled by two large black horses. The wagon in front belonged to Harold, who led the caravan and had entertained his passengers throughout the journey. The second wagon, driven by Harold's son Arne, was empty save for some supplies and personal effects.

The interior of both wagons were draped with red velvet curtains and soft cushions, ensuring the comfort of any passengers during long journeys. The first wagon currently held an elderly Orlesian couple of obvious wealth, a middle-aged Antivan man of similar status, and a friendly-faced dwarven man who carried with him a variety of instruments for the journey to Vintiver. The Orlesians mainly kept to themselves, speaking in their native tongue, but would include the Antivan man in their conversation from time to time to discuss their favorite wines. It was through such conversations the rest of the party learned that the Orlesians were spending the next six months visiting Ferelden while the Antivan man was touring all of Thedas to compile a list of the continent's finest wines. The dwarven man had mostly slept for the entire two-day ride from the settlement of Sothmere towards their destination, only awakening to eat and occasionally tune one of his instruments.

Harold Dale​

"We're only a' couple miles out now," announced Harold, his voice clear but soft in case anyone was currently resting. "It's gonna rain soon, but I reckon we can get farm 'fore then." Harold turned his head slightly, glancing inside the wagon's cabin. Noticing everyone was awake, he continued in a more comfortable volume. "The Fuldors' are good people. The Arbor Inn in Vintiver is always full this time of year on account of the Festival, but the Fuldors' have a lovely guest house with room enough for twelve. Breakfast is served every morning at six o' clock, and I'll be driving over to Vintiver 'bout eight."

The information provided by Harold wasn't exactly new, but the man had learned over the years that people didn't always listen, so it behooved him and everyone else if he repeated the group's plans and itinerary often.

"We'll be spending just a couple' a nights at the farm, giving you a full two days to enjoy the festival, then I'm headed onwards towards Denerim. Next direct stop after Vintiver is South Reach. 'Round these parts it's the biggest town till Denerim. Ain't much to see there, but there will be food, beer, and warm beds aplenty."

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15 Minutes Later...​

Arne Dale​

"I have family in Vintiver," continued Harold, "my younger brother Tarl lives there with his wife Leah and my nephew Brenn. Good people." He nodded to himself, not really minding if no one was listening. "One time-"

His words were cut off suddenly by a jerk in the wagon as one of his horses reared up and neighed in freight, prompting the other to do the same. "Woah! Woah there!" He hollered, tugging at the reins in an attempt to regain control of the creatures. "Easy now!" The horses soon settled, although they still nickered impatiently.

"Halt!" Came a call from behind the wagon, and Harold recognized it as his son Arne's voice.

"I'll be right back." Harold smiled reassuringly, hopping out of the driver's seat and meeting his son who had awkwardly shuffled to the front of his father's wagon.

Arne fidgeted nervously, but this was nothing out of the ordinary; the group had already noted the man was prone to tics and unwarranted movements. He pulled his father down the dark trail without a word, avoiding eye contact with those inside the first wagon. From a distance, he and his father whispered, and Arne pointed to something along the ground and also something a bit higher up. More words were shared and Arne began to shamble off as Harold returned to the wagon.

"It seems we've arrived a bit earlier than expected," he smiled slightly, "My son's just gonna head over to the farm and let them know we're almost there."

ROLL FOR PERCEPTION /r 3d6+PER+Focus #**HEARING/SEEING/EMPATHY**

THE RP HAS BEGUN! WHAT DO YOU DO?​ You have two suggested actions. Do you...​ Wait in the wagon until Arne returns with news. Volunteer to join Arne on his lone journey to the Fuldor Farm.

 

[Jaye]

Kata's ears prick at the few worrying words they hear. Blood? Horses? A poor combination for a horse-drawn caravan to hear. Ve could just remain in the caravan - that dwarven man might wake up for longer than a meal - but ultimately curiosity wins out. Ve made ver way off of the caravan, trying to be careful of the other, smaller, folk.

Ve steps up to Harold and offers; "A stretch of the legs will be healthy." before making to follow after Arne.

 

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Sithig had a similar habit to the dwarf, sleeping and waking up only for meals and to check on his dog, Arcill, who was travelling alongside the carriages because the insides were too fancy to let him in. When the carriage stopped, he awoke once again, expecting mealtime. He soon noticed the two outside discussing, hearing every last word. Blood? Something in the forests? That can't be good. What if something happened to the son on the way? Mealtime would be delayed.

Taking all of this into account, he said "Sithig will follow. Sithig is strong, he can protect Arne from monsters and bandits." and climbed out of the carriage to see his dog running around with a stick in his mouth "Arcill! Come." ordered the Avvar as he set down the trail to meet up with the driver's son.
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[Hawke]

Jason​

It's been a long time since Jason had been beyond the borders of Orlais. Nothing was quite like how he remembered, but that wasn't saying much his view was narrow, he didn't even remember the name of his home town. However, one thing was for certain, Orlaisens could not be nice if it could save their lives.

Jason wished not for the first time that he had kept his hat hidden his ears and face with the edges. Trying to amuse himself with the thought that maybe the man would invite them for wine and simply poison them for their insolence. Unfortunately, he did no such thing and instead of jumping into the Antivans man rescue, as the Orlesians insulted him one more time, Jason reflected on why a low profile was so important.

This job had bounced around Orlais for a while before a friend got it into Jason's hands. Don't pay elves as much as you would a human fine, but not to pay them at all? That was slavery and Jason couldn't let that go. So a plan was put together doing what was asked and possibly a little more. Blend in with the party, take down the Foulers, slip right back out.

Easy as… Jason jolted as the wagon did. Just barely resisting to jump from his leisurely position and draw his short sword. With a breath, he listened to the conversation that was anything but reassuring. Sounds like someone got to the Foulers before he did.

“I shall accompany him, I find sitting idle does not suit me” which was true, in some sense, the best way to get caught was to stay in one place. He would know, more than one death had resulted from a routine.

 

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The Trail​

"Hold on now," Harold interjected, holding out his hands when some of his passengers began to disembark the wagon one by one. "That really ain't necessary. Arne will be back soon enough; he always comes back." His words fell on deaf (or rather indifferent) ears, however, and he soon found himself within a mostly-empty wagon with two very concerned Orlesians as the others chose to also stretch their legs.

"Monsters? Bandits? What is the meaning of this?" The masked woman demanded, now fanning herself with fervor.

"I assure you everything is fine, Miss Dupuis-"

"That is Comtess Dupuis to you!" The woman snapped back, causing her husband to place a comforting hand on her thigh. Harold sighed to himself as the couple began to bicker worriedly in their native tongue.

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Arne turned around, slightly perplexed by the sounds of footsteps following him, and held his lantern high above his head.

"Not safe," he spoke shaking his head almost as though listening to some song no others could hear. He hunched over momentarily, his free hand pointing to the side of the trail. "There." Shining his lantern near the grass a splatter of blood could be seen, and then a trail of it leading east into the woods. He straightened up. "Not safe," he repeated before continuing in his peculiar gait down the trail towards a fork in the path ahead.

Ignoring the footsteps of those behind him he chose the right fork and, using the flame from his own lantern, he began to light the path ahead of them with the lanterns soldered into the trunks of the trees lining the pathway. "Trail mark. Usually lit." He spoke mostly to himself. "Farm is mile away."

The woods seemed almost malevolent in the dark, and Arne became less tense with each lantern he lit as though the light itself could protect them. In the distance, the soft chirps of crickets were replaced with eerie howls and the telltale call of carrion crows. It was an odd thing to hear this time of night, and Arne readied one of his shortswords just in case.

Ten minutes later and the group had reached the end of the path, a large wooden gate and fence surrounded the farm. Above them, the flock of crows squawked defiantly and fought over scraps in the sky. Arne took a deep breath and setting down his lantern pushed his body against the gate; it emitted a low creak as it opened, the metal hinges obviously in need of maintenance. That was the least of Arne's worries, however, as the group was met with the sight of pure carnage.

The bodies of several people could be seen strewn about the farm, the crows already having begun to feast. Blood was seemingly all over the fields, and the air was heavy. Arne nearly tripped over an object on the ground, too fixated on the sight before them and wailed loudly when his lantern revealed the cause of his imbalance- a severed hand. It was much too small to belong to an adult, whether dwarven, human, or anything else for that matter. Shaking with a mixture of emotions Arne wailed again, dropping his sword with a loud clang, and covered his ears in obvious discomfort.

ROLL FOR PERCEPTION /r 3d6+PER+Focus #**HEARING or SEEING**

 

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Distracted by the sight before them and the piercing sound of Arne's wailing, the party failed to notice the stealthy footsteps rushing toward them before it was too late. A small pack of blight wolves burst from around the corner of a dilapidated outbuilding just ahead of the group, stopping just nine yards away. The creatures were grotesque, their bodies corrupted and mutated by the taint; there was only a slight resemblance to the majestic wolves they once were. Now they appeared manged and ravenous, arching their backs as if to display the spikes jutting out of their spines. Their faces dripped with blood and it was safe to assume the arrival of the party had interrupted the meal they had made out of the bodies of the fallen scattered about the farm. A lone blight wolf was a slavering horror that would attack anything of living flesh it could smell, and a pack of them was even deadlier...

The first of the wolves rushed forward to meet the group, followed quickly by the others. The first and fifth wolf attacked Arne, both of them biting and pulling at the same leg and almost knocking him prone. The second lunged for Jason, who maneuvered out of the way before the wolf could bite. The third reached Kata and sunk its teeth into the qunari's bare arm, shaking its head violently. The last ran toward Sithig and managed to do some damage as well despite his armor.

From above small raindrops began to fall. Arcill, who had barked too late to warn everyone, whined and growled a yard behind his master.

BLIGHT WOLVES Blight Wolf #1 - 25/25 HP Actions Taken: Move 9 Yards & All-Out Attack » Arne Blight Wolf #2 - 25/25 HP Actions Taken: Move 9 Yards - Attack Missed » Jason Blight Wolf #3 - 25/25 HP Actions Taken: Move 10 Yards & All-Out Attack » Kata Blight Wolf #4 - 25/25 HP Actions Taken: Move 10 Yards & All-Out Attack » Sithig Blight Wolf #5 - 25/25 HP Actions Taken: Move 9 Yards & All-Out Attack » Arne ​

ALLIES Arne Dale - 28/35 HP Actions Taken: None - Missed Combat Turn ​ Initiative Order​ ◈ Kata ◈ Jason ◈ Blight Wolf #1 ◈ Arne ◈ Blight Wolf #2 ◈ Blight Wolf #3 ◈ Blight Wolf #4 ◈ Sithig ◈ Blight Wolf #5

 

[Jaye]

Kata

15/26 HP

19/19 MP

Readied Weapon: Morningstar
Actions Taken: Guard Up (+1)
Melee Attack » Blight Wolf #3 (7 dmg)

Character Sheet

Kata gritted vir teeth, a pained shout caught behind their closed lips as was ingrained in them, as the wolf dug its blighted fangs into vir arm. It tugged at vir flesh as Kata hunched, more aware now of incoming attacks, more prepared to step away from them. If the wolf kept tearing at vir arm like that... Ve was strong and sturdy compared to humans and elves, yes. But not compared to qunari and vashoth.

Kata twisted vir lips, but was all too aware of the travellers around vem. Ve didn't know anything about them, didn't know what they would forgive or forget. But that was why ve had vir morningstar at arms. A weapon from their Hisserari days, to throw mage hunters off the trail. A weapon that - if ve could hit - would hit hard. Kata swung it at the wolf that had lodged into vem, the chain swinging around to smash the star into the wolf's upper ribs, maybe hitting just under the foreleg. It wasn't something Kata took any pleasure in - ve wanted to study this strange wolf, not destroy it. But if it was vem or it - it wasn't the first time Kata had chosen life over their instincts. Thankfully, it let go as a yelp dislodged its fangs from vir arm.

 

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Jason​

Too slow.

No time to run now.

Jason would yell at himself for not being more careful if he thought it would change anything. There had been no time to look, check on everyone else. One minute, Jason had been planning to grab Arne and pull him back, away from the carnage. The next, he whirled slashing down to clip the first wolf that had attached itself to Arne’s leg while another. Even with the quick attempt to get the first wolf to release their companion the blighted creature didn’t even flinch, jaws still firmly connected to Arne. Dancing on the tips of his toes to steady himself Jason’s eyes flickered to the triple threat before them. Hoping he had, at least, gained the wolf’s attention to not have it rip off Arne's leg he settled bending his knees in preparation of another attack.

 

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The first wolf although hardly fazed by the elf's attack still chose to take offense by it and, letting go of Arne's leg, bit Jason's arm instead. The second, still hungry and desperate, finally got a hold of the elf and attacked his leg with a victorious snarl.

Freed from one attacker Arne readied his second shortsword (the warrior usually favored duel wielding) and ignored his other weapon which still lied on the blood-soaked grass beneath him. With a strangled grunt he aimed for the tainted creature still attached to his leg and slashed at its side, managing to draw some blood.

Having been hurt quite badly by Kata's attack, the third wolf backed off, growling deeply. Its eyes regarded vem with clear animosity and awaited to rush forward at the first sign of movement. The fourth blight wolf, feeling confident, attempted once more to break through Sithig's armor with its yellowed fangs.

BLIGHT WOLVES Blight Wolf #1 - 22/25 HP Actions Taken: Aim & Melee Attack » Jason Blight Wolf #2 - 25/25 HP Actions Taken: Press the Attack & All-Out Attack » Jason Blight Wolf #3 - 18/25 HP Actions Taken: Defend & Press the Attack » Kata Blight Wolf #4 - 25/25 HP Actions Taken: Press the Attack & Melee Attack » Sithig Blight Wolf #5 - 21/25 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Combat Turn ​

ALLIES Arne Dale - 28/35 HP Actions Taken: Ready Shortsword & Charge » Blight Wolf #5 ​ Initiative Order​ ◈ Kata ◈ Jason ◈ Blight Wolf #1 ◈ Arne ◈ Blight Wolf #2 ◈ Blight Wolf #3 ◈ Blight Wolf #4 ◈ Sithig ◈ Blight Wolf #5

 

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Sithig was taken completely off guard, as he has been looking for a human that had less than friendly intentions. Rather, he was attacked by a wolf, who took the chance to bite into him. Being the slow man he is, he wasn't able to counterattack at first, and the wolf took advantage again, biting down into his armored thigh. Now it had done it. Now he was pissed. Attacking him once was fine, he accepted that as his own fault. But attacking him twice, especially while his guard was down? He took that personally.

"Arcill, attack! Tear the bitch apart!" he ordered, and proceeded to slam his axe down on the wolf that had crossed him, bloodying him up good. "How do like that, huh?! This is what happens when you try to attack Sithig! Try to run, see how far that gets you!" he yelled, prepared to chase it wherever it went. It was good as dead, if Sithig had anything to say about it.
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The darkspawn wolf yelped in surprise and pain as Sithig's axe came down upon it, tearing a large gash in its side. Arcill hearing his master's command jumped into the battle, rushing over to the injured wolf and bitting down on its thick tail. Meanwhile, the wolf who just moments ago attached itself to Arne's leg finally released its hold and with a defiant howl attacked the man again, this time aiming for his hand.

BLIGHT WOLVES Blight Wolf #1 - 22/25 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Next Round Blight Wolf #2 - 25/25 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Next Round Blight Wolf #3 - 18/25 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Next Round Blight Wolf #4 - 11/25 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Next Round Blight Wolf #5 - 21/25 HP Actions Taken: Aim & Melee Attack » Arne ​

ALLIES Arne Dale - 24/35 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Next Round Arcill- 15/15 HP Actions Taken: Aim & All-Out Attack » Blight Wolf #4 ​ Initiative Order​ ◈ Kata ◈ Jason ◈ Blight Wolf #1 ◈ Arne ◈ Blight Wolf #2 ◈ Blight Wolf #3 ◈ Blight Wolf #4 ◈ Sithig ◈ Blight Wolf #5 ◈ Arcill

 

[Jaye]

Kata

15/26 HP

19/19 MP

Readied Weapon: Morningstar
Actions Taken: Defend | Aim

Character Sheet

Kata eyes vir wolf with a calculating eye, none of the beast's animosty reflected back. Ve sized the wolf up, a peripheral glance lending vem to wonder if maybe a wolf could be spared and captured. Too dangerous, probably, and Kata wasn't curious enough to take the risk. Still - what was wrong with these wolves? It was no sickness Kata had ever seen before. The wolf backing off, cagey, lent vem enough time to readjust and concentrate on defending vemself properly. It also lent enough time for vir sharp eye to scour the beast, seeing what weaknesses could be exploited next.

 

[Hawke]

Jason​

Jason inhaled sharply both thankful and pained the first wolf had decided to come after him. His eyes narrowed at the beast whose teeth had embedded itself into his arm "I need that" he hissed flexing his fingers to make sure they all worked. Pulling back his short sword Jason aimed for the wolfs eyes darting in movement quick and... he tensed sword going off and slicing at the creature's ear instead as the second wolf, the one he had barely evaded earlier took hold of him. Jason gasped forcing his leg to shift, so he didn't tumble down from the suddenness. Even if he had seen it coming, it didn't make it any less aggravating.

 

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Combat Round #3​

Arne knew what he must do, and in one swoop movement dove for his second shortsword on the ground. Swirling around he faced his lone enemy, now with both swords ready to attack.

Having had one of its ears nearly sliced off the first wolf slunk away with a growl as the second still held on to Jason's leg, biting deeper in an attempt to procure more flesh to consume. The third eyed Kata still and miscalculating its movements lunged too soon and clumsily slipped on the newly wet ground.

Arcill barked bravely and dodged at just the right time, narrowly missing the blight wolf who lunged for him.

Above the rain began to fall with more confidence, although still a light sprinkle.

BLIGHT WOLVES Blight Wolf #1 - 20/25 HP Actions Taken: Guard Up - Attack Missed » Jason Blight Wolf #2 - 25/25 HP Actions Taken: Press The Attack & Melee Attack » Jason Blight Wolf #3 - 18/25 HP Actions Taken: Aim - Attack Missed » Kata Blight Wolf #4 - 11/25 HP Actions Taken: Aim - Attack Missed » Arcill Blight Wolf #5 - 21/25 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Combat Turn ​

ALLIES Arne Dale - 24/35 HP Actions Taken: - Ready (Second Shortsword) & Activate (Dual Weapon Style) Arcill- 15/15 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Combat Turn ​ Initiative Order​ ◈ Kata ◈ Jason ◈ Blight Wolf #1 ◈ Arne ◈ Blight Wolf #2 ◈ Blight Wolf #3 ◈ Blight Wolf #4 ◈ Sithig ◈ Blight Wolf #5 ◈ Arcill

 

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Sithig let out a loud yell, angrily swinging his axe back and forth as the wolf chased Arcill around. He was so enraged that he didn't even take the time to properly aim, he was simply tiring himself out by running up to the wolf, violently slashing empty air, running up again, slashing again, over and over, never able to properly get a hit in, but that only outraged him more, leading him to keep running and swinging, continuing the cycle until eventually Sithig gave up on swinging blindly.

So instead of simply slashing his axe back and forth, he took the time to properly aim, and even though he was too tired to swing anymore, he would make sure that damn wolf went down the next chance he got, even if it took minutes to get to the point where he could get a proper hit in.
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Combat Round #3​

With a vicious snarl, the fifth wolf attacked Arne's hand again in an attempt to force him to relinquish one of his weapons having sensed a threat. Arcill barked triumphantly, feeling confident in himself as he successfully lept around the fourth wolf, keeping its attention and pulling on its tail again.

BLIGHT WOLVES Blight Wolf #1 - 20/25 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Next Round Blight Wolf #2 - 25/25 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Next Round Blight Wolf #3 - 18/25 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Next Round Blight Wolf #4 - 09/25 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Next Round Blight Wolf #5 - 21/25 HP Actions Taken: Press The Attack & Melee Attack » Arne ​

ALLIES Arne Dale - 19/35 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Next Round Arcill- 15/15 HP Actions Taken: Aim & All-Out Attack » Blight Wolf #4 ​ Initiative Order​ ◈ Kata ◈ Jason ◈ Blight Wolf #1 ◈ Arne ◈ Blight Wolf #2 ◈ Blight Wolf #3 ◈ Blight Wolf #4 ◈ Sithig ◈ Blight Wolf #5 ◈ Arcill

 

[Jaye]

Kata

15/26 HP

19/19 MP

Readied Weapon: Morningstar
Actions Taken: Melee Attack » Blight Wolf #3 (missed) | Aim

Character Sheet

The wolf before vir slipped and Kata thought ve saw the perfect opening - but misjudged vir own steps and joined the blight wolf in the mud, vir swing missing completely. Kata came up into a kneel, spitting dirt from vir mouth and eyed the beast once more, determined to figure out how to fell it. Vir eyes glanced about the battle field, trying to see how those more used to armaments where attacking. Trying to see how badly wounded the other monsters were. If anything was close enough to dying... If Kata could just do it without being seen... Maybe these soft-skins wouldn't know what the scars around vir mouth meant.

 

[Hawke]

Jason​

With the release of his arm from the first wolf, Jason turned glaring at the second wolf that had just become a serious nuisance. Spinning the sword in his hand he darted in taking a slice out of the creature's muzzle. The attack hardly fazed the wolf perhaps a drop of blood that could easily be Jason's own. With a snarl of his own, Jason swung again grinning in satisfaction as the second wolf whined. Jason blinked in surprise it had been a long time since he attacked out of anger, gained satisfaction from another's pain. He breathed, pulling back to take a moment and calm himself, old habits need not consume him.

 

[spacepanda]

Combat Round #4​

Lightning flashed and the distant roll of thunder could be heard, the light temporarily blinding the first and fourth wolf causing them to miss their targets once more. Raindrops came down thicker now, although still quite sporadic. Attacked once, and then again in quick succession, the second wolf whined and stepped back surprised, arching its back and spreading its legs to prepare for the next attack. Next time it would be ready.

The third wolf was more successful, lunging forward and attacking Kata's ankles, knocking vem prone and then biting down hard on the qunari's arm. It shook its head violently in an attempt to rip as much flesh as possible in a voracious frenzy.

Arne let out an angry wail and using his offhand weapon dug the tip of his shortsword into the fifth creature's eye, causing it to yelp and release his hand.

BLIGHT WOLVES Blight Wolf #1 - 20/25 HP Actions Taken: Aim - Attack Missed » Jason Blight Wolf #2 - 19/25 HP Actions Taken: Defend & Stand Firm » Jason Blight Wolf #3 - 18/25 HP Actions Taken: Guard Up & Melee Attack » Kata Stunt(s) Used: Knock Prone & Lightning Attack » Kata Blight Wolf #4 - 09/25 HP Actions Taken: Guard Up - Attack Missed » Sithig Blight Wolf #5 - 17/25 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Combat Turn ​

ALLIES Arne Dale - 19/35 HP Actions Taken: Aim & Melee Attack » Blight Wolf #5 Arcill- 15/15 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Combat Turn ​ Initiative Order​ ◈ Kata ◈ Jason ◈ Blight Wolf #1 ◈ Arne ◈ Blight Wolf #2 ◈ Blight Wolf #3 ◈ Blight Wolf #4 ◈ Sithig ◈ Blight Wolf #5 ◈ Arcill

 

[GumGumChomp]

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After swinging around for so long, Sithig needed a breather, and so he quietly regained his composure, breathing in and out to catch his breath. Sufficiently calmed down and within reach, he took a swing, and managed to get a good hit in, almost taking it down, but not quite. “Arcill, if you take it out, I’ll give you a treat!” he offered, but nonetheless stood on guard, carefully looking for another opening in case his dog didn’t manage to take it down.
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[spacepanda]

Combat Round #4​

Although now missing an eye, the fifth wolf continued to attack with confidence, not ready to give up its potential meal. Not bothered by the rain it attempted to free Arne of one of his weapons and clamped down on the man's left hand again.

Arcill, hearing the word 'treat,' barked with excitement, leaping forward after Sithig delivered a mighty blow to the fourth wolf. Tail wagging he toppled the creature and aimed for the neck, delivering the killing blow and holding on long after the life had left the creature's eyes.

BLIGHT WOLVES Blight Wolf #1 - 20/25 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Next Round Blight Wolf #2 - 19/25 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Next Round Blight Wolf #3 - 18/25 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Next Round Blight Wolf #4 - 0/25 HP Defeated: Deceased Blight Wolf #5 - 17/25 HP Actions Taken: Aim & Melee Attack » Arne ​

ALLIES Arne Dale - 19/35 HP Actions Taken: None - Awaiting Next Round Arcill- 15/15 HP Actions Taken: Aim & All-Out Attack » Blight Wolf #4 ​ Initiative Order​ ◈ Kata ◈ Jason ◈ Blight Wolf #1 ◈ Arne ◈ Blight Wolf #2 ◈ Blight Wolf #3 ◈ Sithig ◈ Blight Wolf #5 ◈ Arcill

 

[Jaye]

Kata

20/26 HP

16/19 MP

Readied Weapon: Morningstar
Actions Taken: Guard Up (+2)
Cast Spell (Heal) » Kata (19hp)
{Stunts: Mana Shield | Mighty Spell}

Character Sheet

Ve felt the breath knock out of vir lungs as the blighted wolf bore down on vir chest. Still Kata swallowed vir screams (vir screams were dangerous, Kata was walking death-)

Ve didn't have a choice now. The wolf was too vicious and it's muzzle was too close to Vir throat.

Be curled up, trying to hide Vir throat and guard vir softer parts. Hoping like anything that the spell would stay subtle or that maybe these soft-skins would remain calm and not try to sick a Templar on vem, Kata channeled a basic healing spell through vir own flesh.

The magic came easy, flowing out as if it had been just under Kata's skin and the wolf's teeth had released it. It was a slight push of force that it burst out, not just revitalising vir wounds but forming a physical barrier around vem. Kata could feel vir flesh knitting together, breath returning to Vir lungs with a desperate gasp.

 

[Hawke]

Jason​

Jason sliced at the first wolf having dodged its attack when the second backed away from him. Even with each hit he's thankful his response time hadn't slowed.

However, Jason froze dread and glee going through him at once. One wolf down but he watched as another wolf took down one of his companions. With a start, he reached for a potion, hoping they would not need his aid but ready all the same.