Dire Wolves At Market

May 4th 2007

Players: Heather, Po, Carellan, Eochaid, Demetria, Alance, Shakti

People are screaming and pouring out of the Kauppatori - screaming about wolves in the market eating people and trying to destroy market stalls.

Heather comes out of her shop weapon in hand "For the love of the gods, will the monsters ever give me a nights peace."

Carellan just wanders along the street with his good bow. He then frowns at the commotion and unslings it from his back, and adjusts the quiver at his side.

Demetria slides from the shadows with a grim look upon her face. Her sister might have the heart of a shadowdancer, but not this tumblefoot. This woman that stands no more then three feet in height has the heart of a killer. Maybe its the dark night. Maybe its the stress of the king being gone at the current moment. But Demetria is hell bent upon killing tonight. Her daggers are pulled from their home at her belt and her onyx eyes are narrowed before flashing a redish hue. "Never Heather...Never."

Shakti presses her way through the throngs of people fleeing, bow unslung from her back and a grim look on her face. She's not the sort to /want/ to look for trouble ... yet, here she is, seeking trouble when she has no business doing it. "Damnable beasts."

Eochaid leans up against a stall watching the fun going on not really sure if he wants to partake in it or not.

Upon entering the Kauppatori late in this cold evening, it is a grisly scene, it seems the beasts have already killed three possibly four merchants from the market. The beasts? Six 8 foot long 700 lb Dire Wolves they seem to be knocking over stalls, two of them seems to be playing tug of war with what could have been a man.

Narrowing her eyes on the Beasts. Demetria thinks for a moment. Her heart beat starts to built. It starts to drum out a beat and her eyes close as she allows it to wash over her. Everything she has worried about comes. formulates upon her blades as she gripes them just so and steps back into the shadows again.The lady of the night. Her veils of hair that do fall over the earth of vintermor embrace the eldest Tumblefoot, They care not if her new name is now Erikit. They care not of who she is really, Just they know their own kind again. The darkest of souls washed from time to time, so that it might walk amongst the pure.

Eochaid has found a somewhat safe spot (for the moment) to watch the animals ravage the shops and the local people. he does have his rapier and his mace in hand and by the looks of things is trying to stay behind the beasts so as to not become the next chew toy.

Alance uses his Warhorse to part the crowds, some of the Order, guiding the people to safety. Sliding off his horse he uses it as a shield for some people as he moves toward the stalls, his sword coming into his hand, glowing.

Shakti grits her teeth with mounting annoyance. Where others might be horrified or enraged or even gleeful at the prospect of such slaughter, she views the monstrosities as nothing more than something to be handled as efficiently as possible. She checks her bow and looks around for the nearest wolf, fingers already reaching for her first arrow of the evening ... knowing full well that it will not be her last.

Heather screams "hey flea bags, I know you can talk tell me who sent you." said as she walks out to make her self noticable in hope they will stop doing damage to the area and people.

Carellan doesn't even notice the dead things. He's probably killed more than this on a bad day without even trying. He then moves to some cover and goes down to one knee. Steadying himself, becoming one with the target.

Po hears the calls from down the road, and he is drawn to the sounds of battle. He runs towards the Kauppatori, sword drawn and wolf by his side, ready to do battle.

Alance all but sprints across the square towards the two playing tug of war. That deadly sword flashes in the light there is, striking first one wolf twice, hurting it pretty bad, whirling a third slash of the blade strikes the second wolf square on, slicing it open a bit.

Dwolf5 sees Alance go after it's friend and bang him up pretty badly, he lunges at Alance to bite him but ends up getting stuck with Alances pointy sword instead.

Carellan then reaches down to his quiver, lines up the shot with the arrow knocked in his bow, and lets it go with a breathe in, breathe out technique. Not spending any more time than necessary to worry about that one shot when the next one is there waiting. Carellan lets go of the arrow, and it flies true into Wolf #4, landing solidly, but causing very little damage.

Heather keeping calm she comes in and stabs number four, three times and one of them flare even more, but with her little strength the flea bag is still alive.

DWolf4 turns on Heather after being stabbed and tries to bite her but stumbles a bit from being stabbed three times by the small woman.

Shakti nocks and fires an arrow, striking the sixth beast squarely but apparently not mortally. It lives and she prepares for the next attack, fingers curving expertly back for another arrow.

One dagger. That is all it takes from the darkness. The halfling moves quickly her feet falling upon the earth encrusted ground as she slides from the shadows. Her form is in flanking with heather and her daggers make quick work of the dog. It tears at the stomach spilling the innards upon the snow, and the next doesn't do much more then mutilate the already dead corpse. Oh but the halfling's blood lust is not yet satisfied...oh it is just starting.

Po stops when he gets near the combat. He surveys the scene with sharp elven eyes, his wolf remaining by his side. He casts a spell upon himself.

DWolf2 upon seeing the people coming into the market lets out a fierce growl and lunges at Carellan catching his elven throat between it's teeth and biting hard.

Carellan crumples to the ground and his eyes goes back into his head. The lifeblood pours out the ripped out throat as it slowly beats away.

DWolf1 weak from being so wounded tries to lunge at Alance but misses horribly because as he goes to launch at the man he lets out a loud whimper.

DWolf3 lunges at Po snarling at Shadow as it sees the wolf with the elf and knocks Po over and also bites making squishy ripping sounds as it tears Po's throat out.

Po finishes his spell just in time to be taken to the ground, choking on his own blood.

Eochaid steps away from the wall to position himself across from Alance on wolf 1 he swings too soon with both his weapons they only connect with air.

DWolf6 spots the One trying to sneak around to get to it's wounded brethren and snaps at him (Eochaid) and growls as he misses him.

Alance staying focused on the two near him he moves slightly and proceeds to slice the first one into small pieces. Pivoting before the body falls he slams his sword into #5, the second wolf of the pair, cutting into it deeply.

DWolf5 gets a beating from Alance and tries to bite at him but misses, that Paladin must be pretty slippery.

Carellan doesn't move, doesn't do anything but watch as the blood from his neck pumps his life away. He often wanders, at times like this, whether his search to be the best is worth it. Hardly seems fair, as he is lying here, that he should be the best, and it never come true, or it could end all right now. So many doubts as his brain slowly shuts down.

DWolf3 sees Heather trying to do a spell to heal the fallen elves and lunges at her, but misses the small statured woman with an angry growl.

Heather sides steps the dire wolfs attack as she is casting a powerful spell that shoots a beam of light to Po and Carelian healing them fully with the grace of Valtameri.

Demetria lashes out in her next attack. Moving to the dire wolf that attempting to stop heather's spell cast she growls out and swipes quickly.

Draw. Nock. Fire. The movements are performed with practiced precision, Shakti focusing on a beast that's already been thoroughly wounded by Alakent's assault. The arrow hits but the beast still stands, shrugging the arrow off.

Po is healed and stares up at the beast in front of him. He stands and backs up a step, readying himself for battle once more and glancing to Heather, his healer, with a smile. Shadow moves in front of Po defensively and lunges at the dire-wolf, but misses.

DWolf2 didn't move to far from the elf and after seeing him regain conciousness he attacks Carellan again biting his leg and trying to drag him away - seems this dire wolf might be hungry for elf.

DWolf3 growls angrily at the small wolf who just tried to attack him, and lunges biting Shadow around the torso and shaking the beautiful black wolf like a rag doll, whimpers and cries from the black wolf are heard throughout the Kauppatori until suddenly the small creature goes limp and silent.

Eochaid dances to the side and the big wolf (DW 6) attacked him returning it's attack with a couple of his own. The rapier strikes cleanly drawing blood the mace follows through with a smash on the creatures snout.

DWolf6 cries out in pain and then growls angrily deep in it's throat as it turns on Eochaid again, grabbing the mans thigh and pulling him to the ground and as his wolf brethren has done with Carellan and tries to drag Eochaid off as well.

Alance slide steps a bit then flicks his sword out again, skewering #5 clean through, dropping it where it stands. Turning th spots the one trying to get Eochaid and moves to his assistance. Alance, seeing that things are in the capable hands of Heather and Deme he spins and lifting his voice, using his battlefield voice, calls toward the Order's Sanctuary, barking out orders to the Paladins and Clerics that can be seen coming out of the Fort down the street.

Carellan doesn't seem to have gone down the second time after the wolf attacked him. He lets go of the bow as the wolf is dragging him. Of course, the pain is intense, but it doesn't let it stop him as he reaches down for the long sword hilt, and draws it out. Then bringing it above his head, he buries it slightly into the wolves' head. Wolf #2 lets go of his leg. Carellan can breathe a bit easier, for a few seconds at least.

Shakti shifts targets back to the sixth wolf, her grim look hardening all the more. Her fingers pull an arrow out of her quiver, one with peculiar fletching to signify its magicked nature, then lets it loose. It lodges in the wolf's side and sinks in deeply, but not deeply enough to slay it. The Berezani woman grits her teeth and swears under her breath, mentally preparing for the next shot.

Po watches in horror as the dire wolf chews its lesser cousin, Shadow, into a rag. His smile disappears and is replaced by an expression of hate as Po steps forward and strikes the wolf in the collar. A trail of blood leaves the wound behind Po's longsword, but the beast still stands.

Demetria is sick and tired of this fight by now. Moving quickly to wolf six her daggers fly and grab it just above the breastplate and rip back towards the tail. Her main dagger works so quickly she is able to repeat the measure at the back slicing the beast down quickly. "You alright." she offers to Eochaid.

The two wolves left standing decide that enough is enough and save their own hides and take off through the flaps of the market and run off into the night towards the park and vanish in the dark.

Eochaid stands and nods to Demetria "Yes Lady thank you, for your timely rescue, One would like to say the it was taken care of but This One knows that there would have been a pile of shite later with One in it without your help."

Demetria nods simply at this, "Yes Well, if you can find someone...working in pairs always works....well...If you are of the breed I think you are of." she states to Eochaid and bows gently before sliding into the darkness.

Carellan just groans as he picks himself up. His leg throbs badly. His bow, his...bow is laying but a few feet away, covered in his own blood. "Well, such a sorry accounting, old friend. Only got one shot. But at least you hit. And Evight has not decided my fate yet, it seems."

Shakti lowers her bow only when the last of the beasts have fled and, after a cursory look at the bodies, her mouth wrenches into a flat line of irritation. "Worthless." In the heat of the battle, she failed to see any familiar faces among those fighting, but now that things have calmed somewhat, she's able to look around and see who there is to see.

Po looks down at the torn body of his wolf, and Po's face grows distant and emotionless. He stands silently for a moment, not moving. Then he steps forward and takes the body in his arms, and carries it away.

Carellan seems to be one of the few remaining. His leg hurts badly. He looks to BE on his last legs as reaches down to pick up his bow once more. He then straightens up, and limps with a bit of dignity left in him.

Shakti's dark eyes fall on Po, mouth curving down sharply into a frown. Pained. Sympathetic, even. But, she doesn't approach the elf, merely leaves him be to tend to his beast. She turns, bow rigged to her back again, and vanishes into the darkness, heading for the Hart. Home.