Burr:

Burr:

From inside the farmhouse, Zefla, Giles and Soren hear a vicious snarl and a crash from outside.  Jhon, still standing out by the backdoor yells, "There's something in the barn!"  The squire takes off running in that direction.  

Outside the farmhouse, the mists have inexplicably thickened since just moments ago.  Whereas before, a thin mist had clung to the ground, now the very sky is obscured, and you can just make out the dark outline of the barn, and Jhon's figure disappearing toward it.

Initiative:

1. Zefla
2. Soren
3. W1
4. Burr
5. W2
6. Jhon
7. Giles

[With the obscuring mists, we are going 'theater of the mind' for this encounter.  Where you are in space and in relation to your enemies is going to be murky.]

Stunned by the scene in the farmhouse, Zefla is torn from the what she sees when she hears the vicious snarl and crash.  Running after Jhon, she is a bit taken aback by the increase of mist and terrible visibility.  

Dashing after him, she runs into the barn and attempts to attack the werewolf that has fallen from the ladder (prone, correct?  so advantage on melee?)

Attack: 22 Damage: 7

Sneak attack if hit: 4

The sight of fresh a kill is familiar to Soren.  But this is different.  Not for food.  There was sport in in the evisceration.  He goes back to the question he had asked at dinner, back in Daggerford.  Why do werewolves kill?  Apparently not for food.  Simply for cruelty?  Serving some bloodthirsty master?

But in the same moment, he knows with the instinct of the wild, that lingering to gawk near a fresh kill not your own is unwise for any beast or humanoid.  Often fatal.  Soren springs away towards the barn to warn Burr when he hears the snarl and crashing sound.  Too late.

IF visibility is 30' or less, he moves towards the barn at normal pace (30'), donning his shield as an action, deeming his longbow useless.

IF visibility is more than 30', Soren moves more quickly, keeping his shield behind his shoulder and his longbow in one hand.  In that case, if he sees what might be a werewolf or other obvious foe, he will stop shoot at it with a silver arrow (after 30' movement).  If he sees no werewolf, he completes the dash up to 60' but stays over 30' away from any werewolf or other foe he sees at the end.

[Posted in OOC thread but adding here as well.  Visibility is lightly obscured to 30', heavily obscured past 30'.  As discussed in OOC thread, Zefla cannot dash as BA - yet.]

Zefla and Soren both run toward the barn.  After 30', they draw close to the barn doors.  The mist is not so heavy inside but the interior is unlit and dark.  Jhon is ahead of them, charging in with halberd in hand.  Before him, they can make out the shapes of two creatures that can only be werewolves.  They are tall, somehow both lanky and muscular at the same time, with narrow feet and arms but broad chests and thighs.  Their hands are enormous, with extra long, spread fingers ending in wicked claws. Their faces are those of monstrous wolves, with exaggerated long canines and huge shaggy manes.  One is prone on the ground, lying flat on its back at the base of the ladder up to the loft.  The other stands beside him, turning to look toward the charging Jhon.  There is no sign of Burr.

[Zefla and Soren are about 30' away from the monsters.  Soren can take a shot if he likes.  Does Zefla continue to dash towards them?  I'll let you both clarify how you wrap up your turns as W1 is up next and his action will depend upon yours....]

Zefla gets a look at what is inside of the barn and stops short.  A quick trickle of fear runs down her spine, these beasts were like nothing she had ever seen.  She wasn't sure what to expect, but these creatures were huge.  

She steels herself, and knowing that they wanted to question at least one of them, and that it was getting difficult to see, she pulls out her hooded lantern an lights it.  She quickly glances around the barn, seeing if there is anything useful within.

Perception  9

"Burr?  You in here?  You still alive?"

This is madness.  Rushing headlong into a pack of direwolves when we are but wolf cubs.  The pack leader Rowan Caskbow demanded that we not engage until he and Tourmaline Bauer return.  And who knows how many more lurk in this fog.  Yet what choice do we have?  Burr may be in there still...

Soren skids to a stop thirty feet from the barn door, catching sight and scent of the abominations.  His heart sinks as he sees Jhon charging forward and no trace of Burr.  My magic.  Why did I use up all my primal magic fighting silly goblins?

He knows he should don his shield but revulsion makes him reach for his quiver of silver arrows instead, using Zefla's lantern light to aim.

Soren's longbow attack with a silver arrow on the werewolf standing at the barn door:
To Hit:  20
Damage:  10 piercing (silvered)

"Not-father Giles, if ever we needed Tymora's Blessing, I think it may be now."

The barn has a layer of old hay on the floor, and there are some sacks piled in one corner.  Seed, perhaps.  Rakes, hoes and threshers hang on one wall, but none look practical as weapons.

As the standing werewolf observes Jhon, Soren's arrow sails into its abdomen.  It spits and snarls.  "They have silver!" it growls in pain to the werewolf on the ground, speaking the word 'silver' as one would say the most loathsome of curses.

"No shit," snaps the wolf on the ground.  It bears a jagged wound on the end of its snout.  It plants a clawed hand in the ground and springs to its feet - horrifying agile for such a large beast-man.  It looks up toward the loft and then down at the charging Jhon.  "We don't need any of these... kill 'em all!"  It throws back its head and howls, the sound reverberating within the barn and floating off into the mists.  It then lopes toward Jhon and meets his charge, attacking with its claws.

Attack: 5 Slashing Damage: 6

Attack: 21 Slashing Damage: 6

Jhon parries the first clawstrike with his halberd, the edge drawing more blood from the creature's hand.  "Hah!" Jhon exclaims... though his exuberance is tempered when the creature connects with its other claw, blood welling up through jagged tears in Jhon's leather armor.

Giles rushes forward 30 feet, following all toward the mayhem.  He is surprised at how this went so wrong, so quickly.  He nods when Soren speaks, saying “My Lady’s blessing is indeed needed, and now!  Foul beasts!”  He casts bless on Jhon, Soren, and Zefla.  

As a bonus action, he uses his telekinetic mage hand to push the werewolf away from Jhon, pushing it back 5 feet, DC 13 strength save to avoid.  “Back you cur!”

((Remember to add bless to your attacks!))

Burr gathers himself and throws himself off of the loft aiming for the monster he had wounded before...

Silvered Attack: 7 Damage: 7

BA Attack: 10 Damage: 4

( Not sure if any additional damage from the fall.  If needed Athletics- 11 )

( Well...with those rolls I be dead...)

Burr bravely leaps down from the loft, hatchets raised to strike a mortal blow against the werewolf attacking Jhon.  Unfortunately, he doesn't have enough distance in his jump and he fails to connect his attacks.  He does manage to land without injuring himself, and now he and Jhon flank the monster, silver weapons drawn.  

The other werewolf pulls Soren's arrow from its midsection and hurls it away.  Despite the other's command to fight, its posture reflects nervousness.  Instead, it lopes on all fours, dashing past Zefla and Giles into the mists outside the barn.  It is quickly swallowed by the fog and disappears.

Jhon looks down at his chest, stung by the pain of the wolf's claws.  Then he raises his silvered halberd.  "We have you now, monster!  Have at you!"  The young man brings his halberd down in an arcing slash at the man-beast.  Attack: 15 Slashing Damage: 1

Jhon repays the werewolf in kind, leaving a long bloody wound across its chest.

No sooner does the blade connect, then the wolf staggers as if shoved [resists Giles' Mage Hand] but holds its ground.  It looks around for the source of the formless attack, noticing for the first time that its ally had fled rather than fight.

The mists swirl and close in around you.  Its a bizarre phenomenon... it is though time has sped up, and what would ordinarily be a slow, creeping fog has sped up to 10x normal speed, choking off sight.  Giles, Zefla and Soren can all still see each other but they lose the house, the barn, the werewolf, Burr and Jhon in the fog.  Burr and Jhon can only see the werewolf they are engaged with.

Visibility is now limited to 10'.  Worse, the fog tightens in your lungs... you breathe and yet your lungs burn as if you are holding your breath.

In the distance, howls rise up and echo through the fog.  Distance and numbers become hard to gauge.  Are there 5 more wolves out there howling?  10?  Are they in the forest still?  Surrounding you?  It is disorienting.

Round Two

1. Zefla
2. Soren
3. W1
4. Burr
5. W2
6. Jhon
7. Giles

As the 2nd werewolf dashes by Zefla, she takes the AoO and swings at him.

Attack: 16 Damage: 5

Then the mist swallows.  Unsure of how to handle the situation, she lifts her hooded lantern up, hoping that gives her a little more visibility.  Either way, she starts feeling her way towards the barn, she knows that other werewolf is in there and last she saw was close to Jhon and Burr.  She holds her silvered shortsword out in front of her as she goes, straining her eyes to see something, trying her best to ignore the burning in her lungs.

Readying an attack at the werewolf (action):

Attack: 10 Damage: 8

Terror grips Soren's heart as the mist thickens suddenly and unnaturally.  His lungs burn as if choking.

Breathe!  I cannot breathe!  Like when the hungry flames reached for me from all around and the smoke and ashes got inside my throat and...

Soren WIS Save with Bless:  7 (Nat. 1) + 2 = 9

Part of Soren's mind knows that there is a rational response to this.  To stay with his allies and face the danger together.  A rational voice strengthened by Giles' Blessing.  And yet, that rational voice is swept away by a firestorm of overwhelming primal terror as his own throat closes, his nostrils flare and his eyes dart wide.  Soren lets out a wordless yell, somewhere between a howl and whimper and dashes off into the mists in a random direction as if chased.