Chapter 2: The Trek to Myrefall

@Sardis; hope you're feelin' better.

She wasn't moved, Johan rolled horrifically. So yeah, absolutely.

The second wolfman, seeing his leader's success, mirrors the action. He draws his own longbow and sends two arrows flying toward Kethra. The shafts whistle past her head. One strikes sparks against her upraised shield and the other buries itself deep in a splintered timber beside her.

At the same time, one of the wolves breaks from the pack. It lunges towards Kish, its teeth bared in a snarl. But Kish was ready. As the wolf entered his reach, he unleashes his readied attack. His rapier finds its mark, carving a deep gash into the creature's shoulder. The wolf yelps, its attack faltering from the grievous wound. It snaps weakly at Kish, its jaws closing on empty air as he sidesteps the clumsy attack.

One of the other wolves use their packmate's charge as a distraction. They circle around Kethra, trying to flank her among the debris. They attack in a flurry of snapping jaws and sharp claws, yet Kethra stands firm. She deflects a bite with her shield and twists away from a clawing attack. The wolves' fangs find only steel and air.

The battlefield has shifted in moments. Leta is saved from the brink of death by Neilie's quick thinking, Kethra stands as a bastion of steel, deflecting every attack sent her way. Kish has drawn first blood against the beasts. The wolfmen watch from a distance, their bows still ready.

Ya'll are wonderously murderous. :D

If I don't hear from @Sardis by late morning my time on Monday, I'll have them move up slightly and use Eldritch Blast on something.

Without taking a single step from his position, Odin thrusts a hand forward. A bolt of pure, crackling force leaps from his palm and screams across the length of the ruined hall. It smashes into the wolf in the far doorway with a sound like fracturing stone, staggering the creature with a fresh, smoking wound.

Its packmates dead or wounded and its body wracked with pain, the wolf lets out a defiant snarl. It fixes its yellow eyes on Nelie and launches into a desperate, beeline charge across the snow-dusted floor. It never reaches its target. As the barrels toward her, Nelie raises her crossbow with deadly calm. The sharp thwack of the string is the only sound in the sudden quiet, and the bolt finds its mark. The wolf collapses mid-stride, its final lunge cut short before it could even begin.

A moment later, Huginn flutters to land just behind the bard, ruffling his feathers and giving her a triumphant squawk.

Two PCs are up!

Kish darts forward, his movements a blur against the snow-streaked floor. With a precise thrust, his rapier finds the wolf’s side, and before the beast can even yelp, Kish’s dagger flashes in a finishing arc. The last wolf crumples at his feet, its threat ended in a heartbeat.

In response to Nelie's tyrade of insults, the strange wolf-creature’s ears flatten, and a visible shudder runs through him as her words burrow deep, leaving a psychic sting.

Snarling, the wolfman steps back, boots crunching on broken timber, and raises its bow with practiced speed. But Nelie’s words echo in its mind, a cacophony of doubt and derision. It looses two arrows in rapid succession at Kish, but both shots go wide—one splintering against a fallen beam, the other vanishing into the shadows. The other wolfman, still lurking in the gloom, watches with tense anticipation as the tide of battle shifts, the party’s unity and spirit turning the fight in their favor.