Castle Amber: A D&D Adventure

Kalar raises an eyebrow at Sasha, then says, "Woman, even before I was a werewolf, I was not human. And I do not go for the entire inter-species thing. So get your clothes back on, and keep an eye out for anything hostile."

Kalar decides to give her what he hopes is a bit of interesting information. It's not exactly true, but technically there's no way of knowing it's exactly false either. "Particularly for a skeleton with a magical silver arm. I carries a powerful magical sword, and I believe it is on our trail."

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Being from the third world, I reserve the right to speak in the third person.

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Sasha looks disappointed. "Whatever. I'll be able to smell anything that gets near me from a mile away, even if I was sleeping." She gets up, still nude, and walks over towards Lynda. She accidentally wakes Lynda up while she lays next to her.

Tammytharn screams at Voulaire: "Aaaaaah! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!"

It is a rhetorical question. She knows.

She will move her bed closer to the fire, closer to the others she trusts, grumbling angrily all the while about lost spell regeneration and giant wolf penisis.

Voulton can't help but wake up at the disturbance. Once he's ascertained that nobody's ready to die tonight, he goes back to bed. He smugly notes to himself that no one has bothered him. This is why you sleep with an axe. This is why you threaten everybody.

Lynda wakes up to a combination of a naked Sasha settling in next to her, and the sound of a violated Tammytharn shrieking.

Half asleep, Lynda decides to opt out on whatever Sasha may do to her, and move closer to her other party members that she trusts.

Having been rejected by what seems like the whole party, the two start to go at each other. Namphoodle joins in and what follows is a series of unspeakable acts that seem more like torture or fighting then love making. Murmurs of doing something about it float around the party but ultimately nothing is done. The noises go on for what seems like an hour but keep most of the party up far past that. The next day comes and the clothes the three were wearing seem to be completely destroyed. None of them seem to care.

Upon waking, Tammytharn removes the plugs of wadded paper she had stuffed in her ears in a (mostly futile) attempt to block out the noises of the were-orgy.

"Lets break camp and get moving quickly" she says sourly, folding up her bedroll, and getting a trail ration ready so she can eat it while walking, rather than wait here another minute.

"And let's all pray for snow" she adds, glancing between the now-nude wolves and the sky.

It was only logical that after being rejected by all of them, they'd go with each other. Knowing that, it still didn't prepare Lynda for the crimes against humanity that those people had committed. If she were not sleeping, she just might have been struck blind by whatever they were doing...ultimately, the party just let them be. Probably because nobody wanted to get roped in to the atrocities they were doing to each other. And the most alarming part was that they had destroyed their clothing in the process!

Lynda thinks of lending out the spare clerical robe to one of them, just to spare her and her party's eyes from their stark nudeness, but then again, she didn't really want to forfeit the robe to some travelers who are most likely not going to be permanent addition to their party...

"I agree with Tammytharn. We should get on the move." Lynda says.

The party continues down the road. Soon after they start, Kalar shares the scent of a large cow in the woods with the other werewolves. A farm house in the distance ahead yields the source. The three naked ones ran off into the forest and return, too quickly for the party to escape, covered in blood with large chucks of meat. The group continues down the road and the party begins to wonder when they will be able to rid themselves of these three.

"Gah..." Lynda thinks "We really need to cut these people loose somehow. If only they had been hostile and not peaceful when we met them...it'd spare us the troubles of having to get rid of them. If they continue like this, we'll be busted by some sort of local authority in no time."

Lynda merely continues down to road, sticking close to her trusted party members.

Down the road, several farm houses can be seen around the road. The party sees a farming family near their house that is roughly 300ft from the road. A scream erupts from the family as they catch a glimpse of the party and the family quickly rushes inside. The three blood covered nude werewolves laugh as they see this occur.

Too far. Yep, they took it too far. Without a word, without a thought, and hopefully without a sound while they're distracted with their laughter, Voulton decides to put his axe clean through the woman. That might shock the others long enough to get in a few cheap shots. He'll be sure to give that family a long lecture on trusting lycanthropes, if he lives.


EDIT: Note, THAT WOMAN refers to Sasha, not the lovely matriarch of the farming family.

Rachelle had thankfully managed to sleep through the disturbing events of last night, but waking up to the results of those three was scarcely better. Their actions today hadn't made things any better for her, either, and the fact that it seems they had previously terrorized this group of farmhouses was no good news, either.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Voulton make a motion towards Sasha, and realizes what he's up to. Willing herself into a rage, she rushes at Voulaire with her halberd, hoping that his complete lack of armor won't make any transformation he tries to do any faster.

Without hesitation, Lynda takes up her bow and aims to shoot Voulaire through the head. Nobody terrorizes innocent cows and farmhouses and gets away with it.

MARCHING ORDERS: If Voulton does enough damage to make his Greater Cleave feat relevant he'll turn his attention to the name stealing scumsucker. Assuming Namphoodle's mouth is still tied shut, and assuming he doesn't show any signs of aggression towards the party after the violent demise of his two travelling partners, Voulton... might give the guy a break if he has a decent explanation... he'll let the general opinion of the party dictate whether or not to wallop him too. Knowing that he can turn into a BIG FUCKING WOLF should probably color this decision a certain way but... hate to slaughter someone who might be "helpless" or coerced. He's too fuckin weird not to have a story.