Easthaven

Hrothgar, momentarily at a loss for words, looks down at Father Tulfgyr. Finally he pats the dwarf reassuringly on the shoulder and says, "Trust me, dwarf. Pomab would never let go something he actually thought was valuable. That man is one Easthaven would do better without. You should find no shame in holding onto it. If it truly troubles you, just consider it a charitable donation to a servant of the Morninglord. It may be the only charitable thing Pomab has done in his life." Hrothgar says the last with a wink, and then looks up with a start. "Is that a *gnome* I hear screaming?"

With the adrenaline crashing through his veins Maverick shouts the invocation spell for Armour of Shadows to protect himself before realizing he had knocked Apsel unconscious. the gnome begins dragging the man away from where the wolf and goliath were locked in combat to relative safety before running back to help Ug who had done nothing short of saving the svirfneblins life.

Feeling like a massive weight has been lifted from his shoulders Father Tulfgyr puts on the helm and draws his mace with renewed strength, "shall we?" Father Tulfgyr says to Hrothgar like a cool guy not looking at an explosion

Hrothgar thinks Father Tulfgyr is a lot cooler than when he met him in the tavern yesterday.

Father Tulfgyr exits the house into the cold wastes and investigates the disturbance

Imbued with the power of the gods Tulfgyr smashes into the wolf with mace and shield
HP: 13/26

Maverick managages to get his foot away from the freezing maw just in time to escape with a few cold toes. double checking to make sure Apsel is out of harms way the gnome springs into action summoning the hands of the dead with chill touch underneath the massive winter wolf.

The skeletal hand shoots up from the ground suddenly grabbing the wolf which yelps in surprise. A crazed look enters Mavericks eyes upon seeing the success of the spell before him, watching as the hand he summoned begins to drain the life force out of the creature.

Gasping from the cold rippling across his chest Ug howls and bears his teeth at the beast while swinging once more

Erevain, flat on his back, gasps for breath. For a moment he thinks he sees stars in the gray sky above. What a blow... what a woman! He sits up gingerly, hand on his side. "I... *cough* ... I think you broke a rib." He looks up at Al through blurry eyes, and can't help smiling like a fool at the concern on her face. That face...

He gladly takes her hand and climbs to his feet, and can't help but notice that her hands are actually smoother than he'd expected. Grunting through the pain - he'd had worse... maybe - he says, "So... how about that breakfast?"

"YOUR BOW ELF!" Ug roars at Zenithral.

"Half-elf!" Zenithral yells back, already knocking an arrow. Seeing Ug is set on smashing straight through the door, he stops running to ready his bow. Unfortunately, the snow and ice beneath him didn't agree. His legs slide out from underneath him and crashes to the snow. Dazed, he hears a crash. Zenithral climbs to his feet as Father Tulfgyr charges past and greets the winter wolf with his mace.

Zenithral scowls at his own carelessness and whips his hair out of his face. He takes a deep, chilled breath, knocking and drawing an arrow as he calls upon his arcane training. Bright, purple energy spirals around his arm and into the arrows gleaming arrowhead. Zenithral fires, taking care to avoid his allies who are in the fray.HP: 25/25

Father Tulfgyr Praising the gods with every strike slams his Mace into the Monstrosity skull

Impressed with himself that his muscles thwarted the jagged jaws of a winter wolf attack and with adrenaline rushing Ug swings once more

Between Father Tulfgyr's divine magic and Ug's greataxe the beast is brought low, snarling its last breath!

Apsel stirs, seeing the aftermath of the battle. He stands, amazed at the heroes' handiwork. "You killed it! My friends, the wolf is no more! I am now a happy man." He turns to Zenithral, though his smile takes in all of the party. "Thank you for helping me. I'm afraid with the damage done to my workshop that I don't have much to offer, but please, take this dagger." He hands the half-elf a dagger, the hilt made of scrimshaw carved intricately into the shape of a falcon. It's obvious the blade is not magical, but it should still be worth about 80 gold pieces, perhaps more to a collector of the rare fish bone. Apsel then sets about cleaning up the mess the monster made of his shop.

Father Tulfgyr Lets out a victorious shout between Dwarven and surprisingly elven religious chants to celebrate fighting in truly glorious combat to the death with his comrade Ug that they dueled with the wolf monstrosity in a mass of sweat and blood.