The night is rather peaceful as crickets and frogs sing their nightly choruses, and a gentle breeze blows through the trees. The group sets up watches for the evening, and the priests pray to their respective deities, while Hexalon and Osprey study their dense tomes to replenish their magicks.
The first watches of the night prove uneventful as Osprey, Aric, and Luna take up the final watch of the evening. Aric prods the embers of the campfire with a stick, pondering the peculiar ways of "civilized" men; he doesn't understand their laws, religions, or their outlandish practices, nor does he care to. Osprey sits close by sharpening the blade of his longsword with a whetstone, while Luna studies a small book of scripture by the light of the fire.
It is nearing the end of their watch, when Aric catches sight of two tiny points of light through the brush.
Opsrey remains deathly silent, not moving a muscle, listening to the faint rustling sounds through the leaves that only his elven ears can discern.
Luna is rapt in his studies and is unaware of anything unusual.
Suddenly, one of the horses emits a bloodcurdling scream that sounds all too close to being human, and without further warning, two mangy dogs burst forth from the depths of the forest. They are wearing crude leather collars, and their tongues loll from their frothing mouths.
Just on the heels of the dogs, three large creatures rush in from different sides of the camp. They are about seven feet tall, with light yellow skin and dingy reddish brown fur that smells absolutely horrible. A couple of the beasts wear mismatched pieces of armor, and they carry spiked clubs and spears. Their red pupils glow maliciously in the firelight as they converge upon the group.
Luna is taken by surprise as one of the hulking creatures swings a club that strikes true, leaving a vicious gash in the young cleric's forehead (6 hp).
The party scrambles for their weapons and gear as the creatures close in.
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