Time: 1:03 AM - Combat Round 3
Weather: Overcast
Moon: Waxing gibbous
Location: The Burgomaster's Home
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The wolves get the first move again.
The huge beasts are literally on a tear, ripping through clothes and flesh. Robert, Tumbler, and Agrippo each feel the bite of powerful canine jaws.
[Robert: -8; Tumbler: -6; Agrippo: -9]
Tibbius backs out of the front rank to make room for Ismark. A wolf rushes forward to vacate the spot. Ismark steps in front of it, blocking any further progress. Ismark hacks at the wolf with a long sword, but the wolf's hide is too tough.
Robert, shocked at the attack from the wolf, strikes again, attempting to take down the beast! He misses badly, just barely avoiding giving the wolf an opportunity for a counter-attack.
Agrippo tries to spear the wolf he had been fighting. His spear again stabs the wolf, but the massive creature seems not even to notice the wound.
“Bite me!!! Arghhhhh!!” yells an infuriated Tumbler. His rage hampers his aim and his hammer swing falls far off the mark.
Tibbius conjures the image of a bonfire in the entry hall. The “bonfire” is rather thin, only about 5’ wide, but stretches from one end of the hall to the other. For some reason, the flames are gold. The gold flames catch in the glowing sand on the foyer floor.
Vorkath, drawn out of the library by the sound of fire, appears in the door to the east wing hallway across the foyer. Ireena is just behind him. The bats stay away from him, forming a 10’ radius bat-free circle around the paladin. “Tibbius, part these flames for us!” he yells so as to reach the combat.
As if in response, the flames rush forward in a 5’ wide band. The bonfire disappears as the flames split down the middle, run along the walls and around the fighting party members to reconverge on the front rank of wolves.
The woves react for a moment, surprised by the approaching flames. But the illusionary flames lack the heat and, more importantly to the wolves, smell of true fire. Despite this, two of the wolves in the front rank try to back out of the flames. The other two fight on, not fooled by the golden tongues that have no smell. One of the wolves that backed away from the flames is quickly replaced by another, but the other is not.
Vorkath approaches Tibbius and stands near him by the doorway to the drawing room. "Tibbius, are you controlling these flames?” asks Vorkath, remembering past adventures when he has seen the mage seemingly practice pyromancy.