A meeting of like(ly insane) minds

[nubz]

Ven: You and Dalgren have continued on your way again, keeping an eye out for signs of danger - although you spend as much time wondering what sort of magic is at work as you do watching where your feet land.

He is the first to notice the rather large, hungry looking black wolf break from the forest onto the path... lets say 40feet ahead of you.

It crouches low, ready to spring, and you feel the growl rumbling through your feet before you hear it. You barely keep your feet as Dalgren grabs you by a handful of robe and positions you between it and him.




Feston: Following the bear's advice, and reminding yourself to bring something for the gentle giant to eat next time you pay a visit - more so you're not on the menu than politeness - you're half aware of what's going on. the forest is telling you that its uneasy... no happpy little birds, no grazing animals, not even those annoying monkeys that throw feces at anything that moves. Not particularly good news for Strike, who's zig-zagging across the plodding course you set yourself in search of something edible and preferably not too fast.

You stop dead in your tracks as a rush of panic washes over you. It takes a second for you to clue in that its Strike, and he's found something - judging by the growl, its danger, not lunch.

[Cain]

Feston throws the rope off to one side then moves in the other direction, hopeing whatever it is that set Strike off, spots it and not him. He keeps low and moves in slowly trying to stay in cover and tries to spot whatever "it" is.

[Larrin]

Ven, rather annoyed that his meatshield is trying to use him as one, subconsiously decides to makes sure dalgrens in at least one of his next area effect spells.....

Anyway he faces the wolf, Palms open in a non-threatening manner, unless the wolf knows that open palms is the first gesture in the burning hands spell.

"Hello, Mighty Wolf, I hope we haven't startled you...I can assure you that we pose no threat to you, and would make for bad eating." He says in a pleasent voice. he makes sure not to show his teeth, or look challangingly at the wolf. but he stands tall, and shows no sign of submitting either. if the wolf charges him, he lets him have it with a spray of bunring hands, then ducks out of the way "so dalgren has a clean shot". if the wolf does nothing but growl, ven stands there waiting patiently.

[nubz]

Feston: You see what looks like two humanoids standing on the path you were looking for. They are clearly armed, and talking amongst themselves as they head towards Strike.


Ven: The dog keeps growling, its not going anywhere but you hear something in the forest to your right. You've heard about wolves hunting in packs...

[Larrin]

ven never takes his eyes off the wolf. "Dalgren? he says, if you're done cowering in fear from this nice doggy, would you mind looking in the bushes. I think He may have friends. But if i look away, it might attack you."

[nubz]

"One step ahead of ya. There's something in the bushes, like a big goblin... I can take the goblin, you've got the wolf..."

[Larrin]

Ven smiles,"right then, Chaos ho!" And casts magic missle on the wolf, please that now there will be two missles. This will likely spur the wolf into action, ven guesses. If he has a chance before the wolf reaches him, he activates his mage armour wand. if not, then its flaming hands away....

[Cain]

Apon spotting the individuals Feston desides to cast entangle, figuring a nonleathal spell would do for now, if they are friendly he could always help them out later, if not, well he could always burn the growth with them in it.

[nubz]

rolling initiative: Ven, Strike, Feston, Dalgren...

Ven: The spell fizzles...

however, the motions were enough to get the wolf's attention, and he lunges for you. You try to dive out of its way, but only manage to bump into Dalgren. Putting your arms up to block, you scream out as the wolf gets a hold of your left arm, the weight of the beast carrying you down to the ground. Dalgren goes reeling as you bump into him a second time, managing to *not* land on his hatchet, thank the gods.

You hear chanting, before...


Feston: The spell is getting some fairly good use lately. You feel a wash of stubborn compliance as the vines surge across the well-trodden path. You watch Strike lunge for them, carrying them both to the ground, and putting himself right in the middle of the spell. You see the greenery entangle wolf and foe alike, but you can tell by the noise that Strike's got a mouthful of something and is still doing just fine... You can see the one in the lighter colour robes is underneath Strike, but you lost sight of the other one.



Ven: Between the wolf and the weeds, you're pretty much useless. You think you can get at your garotte, but are unsure how you'll loop it around the neck of the lupe one-handed... maybe holding one end in your teeth, or something equally brilliant.


((Cain gets first initiative by default))

[Cain]

Festons sighes. He hinks a moment then casts summon nature's ally I to call a tiny viper into his hand. Finaly he comes out of the bushes and walks to put himself in thier veiw.
"Strike... you always have to complicate things don't you? *sigh* Well.. you there, whoever you are, I would sugest not makeing any sudden movements, it might make him thrash and take that arm clean off... infact, if you play nice and give up, I might even call him off and not let this little guy go. He's quite venomous...."
::Probly not very strong venom... but he probly has alot of it...::
"And I'm sure he would really like to take a bite out of you. Probly wouldn't have much trouble moveing through that growth too..."