"If someone needs help, we should help them." Marisa spoke in regards to the letter. With her words she nodded her head, those locks of hers bouncing about as she turned her head only to see Draycor and a wolf heading towards them.
A wolf...?
The cleric couldn't believe her eyes, was she actually seeing this? She rubbed them once for good measure. As reality began to sink back in she looked to the group and chuckled as Bowme seemed to be giving the Wolf more than a little attention.
Though it warmed her heart to see something like this happening. But still there were matters at hand, that letter. Someone was in danger, and something had to be done about this.
"We should go, find the source of this." Marisa nodded her head clearly, her mind was more than made as she looked to the group for an answer on the matter.
The connection was instant. Draycor sensed a troubled soul. There was pain....so much pain.
Straying away from the group, he followed this connection into the woods. After a bit of walking he came to a clearing. At the center was the most magnificent beast he had ever seen.
Its fur was jet black, blacker then the depths of tartarus. Its claws were like nine inch daggers and gleamed white in the light. It was a Direwolf.
Draycor should have been terrified. Even with his thick scales this wolf could tear right through him. Instead he felt empathetic. As magnificent as the beast was Draycor could see that the beast was gravely wounded.
Draycor approached. As he got closer, the beast turned its head to face him and gave a low growl that seemed to shake the ground. Its eyes were red like hell fire.
Draycor sensed that the beast was not evil but had a shadow clinging to its soul. Something dark and twisted.
While training with Rothor, Draycor had encountered many beasts and had learned how to reach and connect with them. He had seen many animals plagued by dark magic and was able to release them from their bondage.
Draycor was mere feet away at this point but fortunately the beast was calm. He walked up slowly to the beast and put his right hand on its snout. The feeling was instant. Pain unlike anything Draycor had ever felt. The same darkness coursing through the beast flowed through Draycor.
Speaking an ancient drayconic incantation the spell was broken. As Draycor gazed down at his new companion he watched as the red color drained from its eyes and was replaced by a saphire blue. The beast was free.
"I think ill call you Nyx," Draycor said. "What do you say? Will you join me so we can help each other escape this dark land?"
Nyx gave a friendly growl.
"Come on. Lets introduce you to the rest of the gang."
Returning to the path Draycor was met by a skeptical group. All taken off guard by the large beast he had next to him.
"Guys, this is Nyx. She is going to help us get out of this forsaken place."
Draycor thanks Bowme for the healing gift. He is happy the group is so accepting of their new ally.
It was time to get back to business though.
The others stood back to let Draycor look at the letter.
"Well this is certainly disturbing we need to be extra cautious as we proceed forward."
With the group finally together and a new ally the group followed the road. After a few more hours the road now lead out towards an opening. Showing a valley covered in the morning mist still dark yet in the distance you can see a small village. The dark muddy road, turns into a cobblestone road. Based on your travel time you make it just before dark. As the come into the village, a sign of rusted metal above the entrance reads Barovia. The building all look old and broken, as if nothing were in them. Yet you can see shadows move to and fro. Aside from the rain hitting the buildings, you can hear a faint sound of someone crying.
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
Elias threw up his hood against the rain as it started to ping against the shingled rooftops. The sun had not yet surrendered all its light to the coming night and orange rays lit up the horizon creating a beautiful contrast with the dark rain clouds that gathered. Elias doubted there would be any stars tonight by which to see. The clouds would shroud the moon as well covering them in deep blackness, one that would compliment the deep dead silence of the town they had stumbled upon. Death had left its mark upon this place, a blight that only a many great years could scrub away. The spirits of those who had perished lingered restless and unable to move on, Elias could feel their frustration and malice. The letter they had found had been intended as a warning to send people away and how Elias wished he and his companions could have listened. The road Westward had been un-traversable and wandering the forest would have been suicide. This town and whatever dark horrors it held had been the only path, fate was once again at work. The letters words had troubled Elias' mind on the road, how had no great Paladins or clerics come to this village's aid? Surely some call for help must have been sent out? How had the situation grown so horrible to warrant a containment and quarantine strategy? Elias was unfortunately unfamiliar with the areas history so he did not even know the legends that must be spoken regarding the downfall of Barovia let alone any of the facts.
Elias thoughts were interrupted by the sound of crying, a faint wail and whimper that sent shivers down Elias' spine. He doubted very much that those sounds belonged to anything that really sought or needed their aid. Elias guessed the cry belonged to some siren or banshee which could sense their arrival and wished to draw them closer to its liar or its devious allies lying in wait. Anyone who had survived the calamity from so long ago would now be a shadow, a wraith or a minion serving evil and no traveler as unfortunate as them would have survived in this place. Elias silently shook his head at the questioning look in his companions eyes. "No we do not investigate, we head away from the noise and take a side path through the town. If the storm worsens and we are forced to stay the night we shall find a big building with lots of exits and bunker down there."
Beautiful is growing tiresome of traveling for what feels like days turns to nights and nights to days and back to nights. At last, something shows up. A village in the distance. Beautiful knows not what time they come to the village but the flickers of movement and the sounds of crying made him feel uneasy.
*Hearing Elias speak about the crying noises,*
Beautiful replies.
"If something is waiting for us....let us surprise them! If we stay somewhere with lots of holes, there are more holes for evil to enter."
"these monsters you speak of....are they dangerous? If so, we should challenge them."
The distance that they have traveled together has started to take a toll on Bowme. He hears the crying in the distance and looks in the direction of it and whispers to the group "Do you hear that?". His hearing is slightly impaired due to being so tired and points to the house just east of them "It must be coming from there"
He begins to sneak towards the house, but his body can no longer bear his weight. He leans against the window and notices movement from within. His body begins to tremble and he slinks down the side of the house till he's sitting against it. In a delusional voice he murmurs "I feel tired... I'm just going.... to... siiiit... here for a second..." His body falls over onto his side. Bowme appears to be sleeping for about a minute until something strange begins to happen. His body begins to move and contort itself into weird positions. After another minute has gone by, his body has taken on the shape of a Werebear and remains sleeping.
As Bowme’s sleep filled form sat there the rest of the group was taken back by what they saw. Before they could do anything Bowme’s eyes shot open wide with hatred. Coming up to his full height, the Werebear charged the door, smashing it into pieces. The group could hear a loud roar as it went through the house destroying everything in the lower level of the home. Leaving the companions with a whole new problem. How will the fight a Werebear when that werebear is a friend.
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
Bowme dreams of a warm spring evening, the full moon rising in the distance. He's sitting atop a hill, with a fimiliar female voice telling him "don't worry Bo, everything is going to be fine, I'm right here with you". A firm hand grasps his shoulder and a scruffy deep voice says "relax and let it happen. Don't fight the pain control it, we feel it too." Minutes go by and the fimiliar voices sound like they are in pain yelling "Run Bo! Hide from the hunters!"
The dream sequence feels like so much more then that, but he can't figure out why. Maybe it's a horrible memory? Or the Gods sending him a message.
"Well I guess that ends any chance of stealth we had." Elias spoke his voice devoid of any humor for he found the situation horrendous. He wordlessly followed Bowme inside not to engage him or to stop his rampage, but to observe. It was most interesting to him that whatever had taken hold of Bowme had not set him upon the rest of them but had instead chosen to attack this house. Maybe there was something special about this edifice; maybe some secret lay hidden within, an object of value. Elias watched as Bowme ripped through old chairs and tables, the rotting wood offering little resistance. Shelves filled with clay made jars and cups were upended, the items shattered on the ground one after another like the rain outside drop after drop falling to earth. Bowme's eyes appeared to grow and a red light shone within them, his beast form had become feral teeth bared, saliva dripping from the corners, claws outstretched, his fur stood upright and the throat emitted a deep bear like roar. Elias turned and warned the others to stay back Bowme was not safe at the moment. Now we wait to see what he leads us too and hope he doesn't tear through the whole town first.
Desmond looks to Elias " I agree with you Darthiir." he looks to Bowme " Think we should should throw a stick to see if he fetches it?" Desmond always wanted a dog, but Elias has to be the closest thing to him ever owning a dog.
Marisa felt her eyes light up at the sight of the town. Finally. People. She could talk to others, find information. She figured there was a mountain of information to discover!
But before any of that could happen she watched Bowme transform into...something. She cringed at the sight of it.
"..." No words came out of her mouth. She tried to think of something. To say something, but nothing. She shook her head. For whatever reason no one seemed to be taking this seriously and just made jokes. Honestly the whole situation just upset her.
"Shouldn't we be doing something!?" She shouted to the group around her. She even went as far to stamp her foot to add some sort of infliction. "He might injure someone or worse!"
As the group enters the house they are greeted by a wave of destruction. The werebear had sliced through much of the furniture leaving only scraps of what was. Yet still you can tell that there was not much to begin with. It was like a shadow of what should have been a happy home yet it seemed that this house was devoid of such happiness long ago, if it had any at all. As you follow the path, you see steps leading up stairs and that the railing was broken as if something to large had tried to lean on it. The steps themselves are fine if a little wrapped by the weight of the colossal bear. As you climb up the steps you can hear the voice of a man in utter fear saying, "Leave off!" or "Stay back devil!"
As you turn on the you see 4 door ways. 2 on the left and 1 on the right all are shut. Yet straight ahead you can see the form of Bowme in bear form and the voice still trying to ward him away. "You will not take my children!" As you enter the room you see the werebear staring intently at the man holding a club and behind him are 4 children. 3 girls and 1 boy, none of them looking older than more 10. Yet out of all the children only 1 of the girls seem to be crying. All the other children just stare on ready to accept whatever happens.
The full moon is high in the sky. Bo sits in the middle of a forest hiding amongst the bushes. He can hear a group of men yelling and taunting some creature. A man yells "Stab it in the eye!" and another one says "I call taking its teeth". A few seconds later, he hears a loud growl and whimpering. The fear that has over come Bo keeps him still and silent till morning comes and the mens voices can no longer be heard. Bo crawls from his hiding spot still in fear and walks towards where he heard the creature. He stumbles across a clearing in the forrest to see a giant bear like creature. It's body missing limbs. As he gets closer he notices the scent smells familiar. Tears begin to flow down his face...
Before Bo can put a face to the scent, he hears a mans voice bounce out of the woods behind him "You will not take my children!" and then a little girl crying. Something about this feels real. So he heads in the direction yells "Where are you?! How can I help?".
"Not good," Draycor thought. He quickly orders Nyx to intervene.
Nyx leaps into action, claws shredding the floor boards wiyh each bound. With a leap she latches onto bowme with her jaws on the back of his neck and and with a twist pulls bowme away from the terrified family. Nyx then leaps back near Draycor both prepared for battle.
Beautiful is perplexed by the whole situation. He has seen some weird things but changing into a monster was definitely some evil magic. Staying cautious, Beautiful stays with her friends and follows the trail of destruction left by the monster.
With the pleading of the poor soul defending his children's lives, Beautiful feels a weird sensation. He pities the man for not protecting his children himself.
"If this coward won't stand up to the monster----I will"
Beautiful take the opportunity provided by the newest member (Nyx) and moves to intercept Bowme and takes an aggressive stance in front of the children.
Things seemed to be spinning out of control and the young cleric had no idea what to do. This creature now burst into someone's house and well...things looked grim.
She wanted to fight and defend the poor family but she wasn't sure just how to do that. As she watches the wolf snap into action her eyes go wide. Maybe there was some saving grace after all.
She decided to take the cowards way out and simply watch.
Watches the whole thing in front of him and rolls his eyes "Really Draycor are you really attacking are teammate?" Desmond simply watches and waits wishes he had some food on him so that way it could feel like the Slave Pits they have in the Underdark. Desmond prepares in case he gets attacked in the crossfire. Desmond did want to help out his teammate but he did not feel like it.
As Nyx jumps off the Werebear, he makes a sweeping attack at the wolf. To anyone who has seen a bear, the attack was more like swat at a fly rather than a full out attack. As the wolf leaps back to it's master the bear looks at it, anger in it's eyes. As it turned the bear felt something happen to him and with a growl of annoyance the bear fell down unconscious and it began to turn back into Bowme.
As everyone watched the scene the silence was broken by the man in the corner, "What devilry is this?!?! You come into my home with a bear and you bring....that thing in with you!" The man points his club at the wolf as if accusing it of being the cause of this problem. "Get out I say! Out with you all! You worshipers of Strahd!" He raises his club above his head though you can see the terror still painted on his face. The children behind him begin to stare at you, the one that was crying has stopped, but still has a frightful look on her face.
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
"This is good. My work with nature has returned with a gift"--gesturing to the wolf.
"Bowme, this is no puppy, wolves are to be worshiped. They are the best hunters...just like me"
"it seems to have bonded with you Draycor. You are a worthy friend."
"If someone needs help, we should help them." Marisa spoke in regards to the letter. With her words she nodded her head, those locks of hers bouncing about as she turned her head only to see Draycor and a wolf heading towards them.
A wolf...?
The cleric couldn't believe her eyes, was she actually seeing this? She rubbed them once for good measure. As reality began to sink back in she looked to the group and chuckled as Bowme seemed to be giving the Wolf more than a little attention.
Though it warmed her heart to see something like this happening. But still there were matters at hand, that letter. Someone was in danger, and something had to be done about this.
"We should go, find the source of this." Marisa nodded her head clearly, her mind was more than made as she looked to the group for an answer on the matter.
The connection was instant. Draycor sensed a troubled soul. There was pain....so much pain.
Straying away from the group, he followed this connection into the woods. After a bit of walking he came to a clearing. At the center was the most magnificent beast he had ever seen.
Its fur was jet black, blacker then the depths of tartarus. Its claws were like nine inch daggers and gleamed white in the light. It was a Direwolf.
Draycor should have been terrified. Even with his thick scales this wolf could tear right through him. Instead he felt empathetic. As magnificent as the beast was Draycor could see that the beast was gravely wounded.
Draycor approached. As he got closer, the beast turned its head to face him and gave a low growl that seemed to shake the ground. Its eyes were red like hell fire.
Draycor sensed that the beast was not evil but had a shadow clinging to its soul. Something dark and twisted.
While training with Rothor, Draycor had encountered many beasts and had learned how to reach and connect with them. He had seen many animals plagued by dark magic and was able to release them from their bondage.
Draycor was mere feet away at this point but fortunately the beast was calm. He walked up slowly to the beast and put his right hand on its snout. The feeling was instant. Pain unlike anything Draycor had ever felt. The same darkness coursing through the beast flowed through Draycor.
Speaking an ancient drayconic incantation the spell was broken. As Draycor gazed down at his new companion he watched as the red color drained from its eyes and was replaced by a saphire blue. The beast was free.
"I think ill call you Nyx," Draycor said. "What do you say? Will you join me so we can help each other escape this dark land?"
Nyx gave a friendly growl.
"Come on. Lets introduce you to the rest of the gang."
Returning to the path Draycor was met by a skeptical group. All taken off guard by the large beast he had next to him.
"Guys, this is Nyx. She is going to help us get out of this forsaken place."
Draycor thanks Bowme for the healing gift. He is happy the group is so accepting of their new ally.
It was time to get back to business though.
The others stood back to let Draycor look at the letter.
"Well this is certainly disturbing we need to be extra cautious as we proceed forward."
(Just wanted to provide my own take)
With the group finally together and a new ally the group followed the road. After a few more hours the road now lead out towards an opening. Showing a valley covered in the morning mist still dark yet in the distance you can see a small village. The dark muddy road, turns into a cobblestone road. Based on your travel time you make it just before dark. As the come into the village, a sign of rusted metal above the entrance reads Barovia. The building all look old and broken, as if nothing were in them. Yet you can see shadows move to and fro. Aside from the rain hitting the buildings, you can hear a faint sound of someone crying.
Elias threw up his hood against the rain as it started to ping against the shingled rooftops. The sun had not yet surrendered all its light to the coming night and orange rays lit up the horizon creating a beautiful contrast with the dark rain clouds that gathered. Elias doubted there would be any stars tonight by which to see. The clouds would shroud the moon as well covering them in deep blackness, one that would compliment the deep dead silence of the town they had stumbled upon. Death had left its mark upon this place, a blight that only a many great years could scrub away. The spirits of those who had perished lingered restless and unable to move on, Elias could feel their frustration and malice. The letter they had found had been intended as a warning to send people away and how Elias wished he and his companions could have listened. The road Westward had been un-traversable and wandering the forest would have been suicide. This town and whatever dark horrors it held had been the only path, fate was once again at work. The letters words had troubled Elias' mind on the road, how had no great Paladins or clerics come to this village's aid? Surely some call for help must have been sent out? How had the situation grown so horrible to warrant a containment and quarantine strategy? Elias was unfortunately unfamiliar with the areas history so he did not even know the legends that must be spoken regarding the downfall of Barovia let alone any of the facts.
Elias thoughts were interrupted by the sound of crying, a faint wail and whimper that sent shivers down Elias' spine. He doubted very much that those sounds belonged to anything that really sought or needed their aid. Elias guessed the cry belonged to some siren or banshee which could sense their arrival and wished to draw them closer to its liar or its devious allies lying in wait. Anyone who had survived the calamity from so long ago would now be a shadow, a wraith or a minion serving evil and no traveler as unfortunate as them would have survived in this place. Elias silently shook his head at the questioning look in his companions eyes. "No we do not investigate, we head away from the noise and take a side path through the town. If the storm worsens and we are forced to stay the night we shall find a big building with lots of exits and bunker down there."
Beautiful is growing tiresome of traveling for what feels like days turns to nights and nights to days and back to nights. At last, something shows up. A village in the distance. Beautiful knows not what time they come to the village but the flickers of movement and the sounds of crying made him feel uneasy.
*Hearing Elias speak about the crying noises,*
Beautiful replies.
"If something is waiting for us....let us surprise them! If we stay somewhere with lots of holes, there are more holes for evil to enter."
"these monsters you speak of....are they dangerous? If so, we should challenge them."
The distance that they have traveled together has started to take a toll on Bowme. He hears the crying in the distance and looks in the direction of it and whispers to the group "Do you hear that?". His hearing is slightly impaired due to being so tired and points to the house just east of them "It must be coming from there"
He begins to sneak towards the house, but his body can no longer bear his weight. He leans against the window and notices movement from within. His body begins to tremble and he slinks down the side of the house till he's sitting against it. In a delusional voice he murmurs "I feel tired... I'm just going.... to... siiiit... here for a second..." His body falls over onto his side. Bowme appears to be sleeping for about a minute until something strange begins to happen. His body begins to move and contort itself into weird positions. After another minute has gone by, his body has taken on the shape of a Werebear and remains sleeping.
As Bowme’s sleep filled form sat there the rest of the group was taken back by what they saw. Before they could do anything Bowme’s eyes shot open wide with hatred. Coming up to his full height, the Werebear charged the door, smashing it into pieces. The group could hear a loud roar as it went through the house destroying everything in the lower level of the home. Leaving the companions with a whole new problem. How will the fight a Werebear when that werebear is a friend.
Bowme dreams of a warm spring evening, the full moon rising in the distance. He's sitting atop a hill, with a fimiliar female voice telling him "don't worry Bo, everything is going to be fine, I'm right here with you". A firm hand grasps his shoulder and a scruffy deep voice says "relax and let it happen. Don't fight the pain control it, we feel it too." Minutes go by and the fimiliar voices sound like they are in pain yelling "Run Bo! Hide from the hunters!"
The dream sequence feels like so much more then that, but he can't figure out why. Maybe it's a horrible memory? Or the Gods sending him a message.
"Well I guess that ends any chance of stealth we had." Elias spoke his voice devoid of any humor for he found the situation horrendous. He wordlessly followed Bowme inside not to engage him or to stop his rampage, but to observe. It was most interesting to him that whatever had taken hold of Bowme had not set him upon the rest of them but had instead chosen to attack this house. Maybe there was something special about this edifice; maybe some secret lay hidden within, an object of value. Elias watched as Bowme ripped through old chairs and tables, the rotting wood offering little resistance. Shelves filled with clay made jars and cups were upended, the items shattered on the ground one after another like the rain outside drop after drop falling to earth. Bowme's eyes appeared to grow and a red light shone within them, his beast form had become feral teeth bared, saliva dripping from the corners, claws outstretched, his fur stood upright and the throat emitted a deep bear like roar. Elias turned and warned the others to stay back Bowme was not safe at the moment. Now we wait to see what he leads us too and hope he doesn't tear through the whole town first.
Desmond looks to Elias " I agree with you Darthiir." he looks to Bowme " Think we should should throw a stick to see if he fetches it?" Desmond always wanted a dog, but Elias has to be the closest thing to him ever owning a dog.
Nyx is on edge by Bowme's sudden transformation.
"Dont worry, Nyx," Daycor says, "Im sure the old boy will calm down in a bit. Lets sit back and enjoy the show."
Marisa felt her eyes light up at the sight of the town. Finally. People. She could talk to others, find information. She figured there was a mountain of information to discover!
But before any of that could happen she watched Bowme transform into...something. She cringed at the sight of it.
"..." No words came out of her mouth. She tried to think of something. To say something, but nothing. She shook her head. For whatever reason no one seemed to be taking this seriously and just made jokes. Honestly the whole situation just upset her.
"Shouldn't we be doing something!?" She shouted to the group around her. She even went as far to stamp her foot to add some sort of infliction. "He might injure someone or worse!"
As the group enters the house they are greeted by a wave of destruction. The werebear had sliced through much of the furniture leaving only scraps of what was. Yet still you can tell that there was not much to begin with. It was like a shadow of what should have been a happy home yet it seemed that this house was devoid of such happiness long ago, if it had any at all. As you follow the path, you see steps leading up stairs and that the railing was broken as if something to large had tried to lean on it. The steps themselves are fine if a little wrapped by the weight of the colossal bear. As you climb up the steps you can hear the voice of a man in utter fear saying, "Leave off!" or "Stay back devil!"
As you turn on the you see 4 door ways. 2 on the left and 1 on the right all are shut. Yet straight ahead you can see the form of Bowme in bear form and the voice still trying to ward him away. "You will not take my children!" As you enter the room you see the werebear staring intently at the man holding a club and behind him are 4 children. 3 girls and 1 boy, none of them looking older than more 10. Yet out of all the children only 1 of the girls seem to be crying. All the other children just stare on ready to accept whatever happens.
*dream sequence continues*
The full moon is high in the sky. Bo sits in the middle of a forest hiding amongst the bushes. He can hear a group of men yelling and taunting some creature. A man yells "Stab it in the eye!" and another one says "I call taking its teeth". A few seconds later, he hears a loud growl and whimpering. The fear that has over come Bo keeps him still and silent till morning comes and the mens voices can no longer be heard. Bo crawls from his hiding spot still in fear and walks towards where he heard the creature. He stumbles across a clearing in the forrest to see a giant bear like creature. It's body missing limbs. As he gets closer he notices the scent smells familiar. Tears begin to flow down his face...
Before Bo can put a face to the scent, he hears a mans voice bounce out of the woods behind him "You will not take my children!" and then a little girl crying. Something about this feels real. So he heads in the direction yells "Where are you?! How can I help?".
"Not good," Draycor thought. He quickly orders Nyx to intervene.
Nyx leaps into action, claws shredding the floor boards wiyh each bound. With a leap she latches onto bowme with her jaws on the back of his neck and and with a twist pulls bowme away from the terrified family. Nyx then leaps back near Draycor both prepared for battle.
Beautiful is perplexed by the whole situation. He has seen some weird things but changing into a monster was definitely some evil magic. Staying cautious, Beautiful stays with her friends and follows the trail of destruction left by the monster.
With the pleading of the poor soul defending his children's lives, Beautiful feels a weird sensation. He pities the man for not protecting his children himself.
"If this coward won't stand up to the monster----I will"
Beautiful take the opportunity provided by the newest member (Nyx) and moves to intercept Bowme and takes an aggressive stance in front of the children.
Things seemed to be spinning out of control and the young cleric had no idea what to do. This creature now burst into someone's house and well...things looked grim.
She wanted to fight and defend the poor family but she wasn't sure just how to do that. As she watches the wolf snap into action her eyes go wide. Maybe there was some saving grace after all.
She decided to take the cowards way out and simply watch.
Watches the whole thing in front of him and rolls his eyes "Really Draycor are you really attacking are teammate?" Desmond simply watches and waits wishes he had some food on him so that way it could feel like the Slave Pits they have in the Underdark. Desmond prepares in case he gets attacked in the crossfire. Desmond did want to help out his teammate but he did not feel like it.
As Nyx jumps off the Werebear, he makes a sweeping attack at the wolf. To anyone who has seen a bear, the attack was more like swat at a fly rather than a full out attack. As the wolf leaps back to it's master the bear looks at it, anger in it's eyes. As it turned the bear felt something happen to him and with a growl of annoyance the bear fell down unconscious and it began to turn back into Bowme.
As everyone watched the scene the silence was broken by the man in the corner, "What devilry is this?!?! You come into my home with a bear and you bring....that thing in with you!" The man points his club at the wolf as if accusing it of being the cause of this problem. "Get out I say! Out with you all! You worshipers of Strahd!" He raises his club above his head though you can see the terror still painted on his face. The children behind him begin to stare at you, the one that was crying has stopped, but still has a frightful look on her face.