Session 55: Werewolves and Ghouls "Oh My" Report

General Summary

After a succesful addition to the Pax Draconis, the Scales would set out in the morning to Winds Furies forward posts. Ayrien would take the lead into the forests off of Windsfuries coasts. It was Winters Chill, and the cold of winter had certainly arrived with it. Despite a clear day in Victoriadra Cove, the capital of Windsfury, the forest was oppressed in a malevolent gloom. The trees seemed twisted and a darkness clung above, blotting out the sun. "Are they changing this place?" A'lar would muse as they followed Ayrien down the game trails of the forests. "It does not seem so, this cover however I would guess lets those undead weak in sunlight to move with ease." Ayrien would offer in return. It would be late afternoon before Ayriens fist would rise signaling those behind her to halt and be silent. Houls and screeches echoed in the distance, the clamoring of hooves even. Pushing forward careful to not be noticed the Scales of Fate would peer thru a clearing upon a make shift road ahead. There three massive werewolves were being surrounded. Fast moving ghouls with elongated claws weaved about them, the claws had a shine to them and were pure black. As the Werewolves circled to prepare to fight armored skeletons would leap from their skeletal mounts and fall in behind the fast moving Ghouls. "Arent Werewolves and Vampires friends?" A'lar would whisper. Adalon would answer, as his Drake Thirhe grew to full size, "These ones do not seem to be." Nodding to this A'lar would stride forward singing a great battle song of the Ruthenia to aide the Werewolves, battle was joined.  

The undead seemed to care little for the arrival of the Scales as they fell upon the Werewolves. The two smaller ones clearly had circled the larger leader. On the right the two ghouls Adamantine fused claws ripped thru fur and flesh with devastating ease. The leading Wolf would shift to the right to support his badly wounded comrade while the left would do its best to hold the Ghouls at bay as the Skeletal Knights swarmed in. Indalell would vanish and follow Longwei along the left flank, a shuriken flying and imbedding in a skeleton as they closed the distance. Ayrien would flank right sending her arrows into the ghouls. A'lar would rush ahead and try to mend the bleeding werewolf with his soothing melodies, his healing magics triage at best to the massive injuries. Ismaril's eyes would go black as her mind bent time and space to her will, appearing beside a skeletal warrior on the left flank and her rapier piercing through its skull with deadly ease. Adalon would take flight and land Thirhe amongst the battle on the right flank attempting to help the injured werewolf.  

A Ghoul would turn and sink its teeth into the drake its paralytic agent rushing into the creature blood, to no avail, its draconic heritage resistant to such paralytics. With a growl it would turn its claws upon the Werewolf from before. The Skeletal Knights would join the fray, their heavy flails adding a strange din to the battle. Ismaril would parry one such blow and deliver another devastating strike with her rapier as one Knight crumbled. Indalell unseen by Longwei would produce a wand and suddenly the monks hands would turn ablaze with magical fire. Concerned but not feeling the heat he pushed on engaging a knight his now flaming fists crushing armor and bone. The werewolf guards were getting cut to ribbons by the adamantine claws falling back the direction the Scales were surging from trying to get some relief. As Drake, Sword and Arrow flew into the undead with some effect. A'lar would move in doing his best to keep morale up and seal and bandage what wounds he could between the heavy blows delivered. Two formations of skeletons armed with spears and shields slowly shambled from the woods to the north. Ismaril fighting alone on the far left was following shifting werewolves her rapier cutting thru the undead with deadly efficiency, trying to not become isolated from the rest. Indalell took forth another wand, the battle field changing enough that he sent a fireball screaming into the left flank. The explosion had finally drawn a ghouls attention he leapt through the trees and descended on the now visible elf. Descending on Indalell like a ferral beast its teeth ripped armor and flesh from his should as the paralytic saliva took hold freezing the elf in place.  

Seeing Indalells plight from atop Thirhe, Adalon would take to the air crashing thru the branches of the forest Thirhe would land roughly besides the Ghoul attacking Indalell. The landing however and the low flight thru trees was no easy task and upon the lurching of a landing Adalon would be thrown from his saddle landing roughly beside the Ghoul. Longweis form would flash with power as he drew upon his inner ki, wind would surge around him and he would seem to take flight as he darted around the field striking several of the undead on the left with his flaming fists, he would then rush buck with supernatural speed to deliver a heavy kick to the Ghoul that loomed over paralyzed Indalell and prone Adalon. Ayriens magical arrow would smash thru a skeletal knight as one of the werewolves would fall from their wounds. The leader would roar in a terrible fit of rage in response, snatching up one of the Ghouls in his massive jaws and pulling the undead form apart by the legs throwing both halves to the side. The Ghoul that had downed the werewolf drew forth a silver dagger to finish the job, but the creatures regeneration was too fast its eyes lurching open claws coming up to halt the descending blade.  

The Skeletal Phalanx would arrive their spears thrusting forth, Ismaril would spin between the points avoiding their bite as she put her rapier thru the Ghoul with the silver dagger ending its miserable existence. Her eyes would glow black again as she reached into to the Werewolfs mind, "Faster" she would breath as she sped up the cells within the creatures body, would closing rappidly. Longwei in his dragon stance would deliver a devastating kick shattering a Skeletal Knight and his flaming fists would finish the Ghoul, as Indalell regained control of his body and Adalon regained his saddle. The tide was turning as the stabilized werewolves and the scales of fate pushed into the undead hoards. Ayriens magical arrow would shatter the last Knight as A'lar summoned a scouring pulse, inundating the last unit of Skeletal Phalanx with sacred light.  

The battle over the leading werewolf would shift his form, a tall man, easily 6'6" bare chested and with a clean shaven head would look around to the scales, his voice thick with a Ruthenian accent, "My Thanks...it is not safe here, more will come, we should go." Ismaril having been next to the man would grin enjoying the view. A'lar would agree and Ayrien would lead them deeper into the wood and away from where pursuit had come, covering their tracks as they went. Once safely far enough A'lar would summon his mystical mansion and the Scales would get a proper introduction with their new friends.


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