Chapter 2: The Trek to Myrefall

Leta surges forward to get in the first creature's grill.

Kethra and Leta surged forward, closing the distance to the wolfman leader, its lips curling back to reveal jagged teeth. Its breath steamed in the cold air.

Nearby, the other unknown creature gripped its primitive spear and lunged at Kethra. The first thrust went wide, but the second found its mark, striking her hard. Kethra staggered, blood staining her armor, and she goes down, unconcious.

Inside the longhouse, Odin slipped through the doorway, eyes locking onto the weakest of the wolfmen. He raised his hand, channeling eldritch energy, and unleashed a crackling blast. The force struck the wolfman squarely, sending it reeling and leaving it badly wounded.Combat Round 3!

Yes, I got your damage that's why C2 was at 10/22, you did 12 damage. After you shoot, the furthest you could move is L3; I'll put you there. That was Round 2, though; so if you want to I can have you continue moving to block that other doorway.

Nelie, seeing her allies charge into the fray, hurries forward and raises her crossbow. She takes careful aim at the more wounded of the wolf-creatures, but her shot goes wide, thudding harmlessly into the snow.

Kish quickly sheathes his sword and draws his bow, stepping closer to get a clear shot at the enemy. He looses an arrow, but it too misses its mark, disappearing into the swirling snow.

Combat Round 3

Johan continues to rush across the battlefield, positioning himself at a better vantage point. He draws his bow and takes aim, but his arrow flies wildly off target, missing completely.

Kethra steps forward, her shortsword flashing in the pale light. She swings the blade deep across the wounded creature's throat, opening a gaping wound. Dark blood sprays across the snow as the beast collapses, its life ebbing away in crimson streams.

Odin repositions himself, moving to get a clearer shot at the remaining threat. He raises his hand and channels eldritch energy, but his blast goes wide, crackling harmlessly past the creature's head and dissipating in the cold air.

The surviving wolfman roars in fury at the death of its companion, spittle flying from its maw. It grips the elegant longsword with both hands, the blade's silvery radiance casting eerie shadows as it swings twice at Kethra in wild, rage-fueled strikes. Both attacks miss their mark, the creature's anger making it reckless and uncontrolled.