Castle Amber: A D&D Adventure

As soon as Voulton saw the three come back covered in blood he knew he was going to kill them. No reason to rush though, he decided to wait for a better chance. He got it when they were all laughing at the farm family. They were out ahead of the rest of the party, their backs to everyone. They weren't pay attention at all. They were in human form.
Voulton struck. His attack came as such a surprise the other two continued to walk on as Sasha recieved Voulton's second attack. Then the rest of the party joined in. Arrows flew and halberds stabbed as the party attacked the unsuspecting werewolves. Both Sasha and Voulaire had already fallen by the time Namphoodle began to change. Before he could complete his change he was laying on the ground in a clump of flesh and bone. In little to no time, the party had killed the three terrible werewolves.

Then, the bodies of Sasha and Voulaire began to regenerate.

REGENERATE?! "AWWW, HELL NO!" Voulton keeps chopping at any bits big enough to worry about! "BURN IT! THROW SOMETHING SILVER ON IT! BURY IT DEEP!" his brain shouting possible solutions while his arms keep swinging [/i]

Lynda is glad to see the werewolves fell so easily, but panics when she sees that they are regenerating.

"Oh no." Lynda says. "We cannot let them come back!"

Lynda joins Voulton in carving up the bodies.

"Do we have anything to ignite these!"

"OIL! IN MY PACK! NOTHING TO LIGHT IT WITH THOUGH! WE DIDN'T THINK A LOT OF THINGS THROUGH!"

As the bodies were chopped up, they stopped regenerating after a bit. Lynda and Tammytharn noticed that Voulaire's regeneration stopped right after a right was cut off from his man parts. The werewolves all lay dead and unmoving now, the regeneration had stopped.

Voulton remains vigilant "Someone check those farmers, preferably not the wolfman! See if they have a shovel to bury this with! Tell 'em to check on their neighbors!"

Tammytharn shivers with disgust. She doesn't voice any complaints about the violence. She abhors it, but she can't bring herself to complain.

She looks to see how the farmsfolk have reacted to all this.

Lynda is somewhat jarred by all these events strung together. However, they need to get this over with and press on.

"I volunteer to go check in with the farmers." Lynda says bravely. "Though...I'd rather not go on my own. Tammytharn, would you be so kind as to accompany me? They might not think well of me, considering I was just apart of that slaughter."

With that, Lynda waits to see if Tammytharn will go with her.

Well, this was an interesting turn of events. Unexpected, but certainly welcome. The three werewolves were a liability, much better that they're dealt with now.

"I shall retreat to the woods and keep out of sight of the family. If you need me, call. And if you see a large wolf-like dog wandering about, that will be me."

Before he leaves though, he takes a water flask from his pack and empties it. He then fills it up with blood from the werewolves' corpses. Who knows if it will be useful in the future.

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

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Tammytharn gladly agrees to go with Lynda

Lynda and Tammytharn try to check on the farming family but they had locked themselves in their house and seemed to be ignoring Lynda and Tammytharn's pleas to either open the door or even answer simple questions. Tammytharn caught glimpses of movement inside and Lynda heard murmurs coming from within. It seemed clear these farmers wanted nothing to do with the party. The next farm was a good distance away but was in the direction the party was going. They seemed to have been alerted some how though as Lynda and Tammytharn got the same treatment as before.

"Well, if they want to give us a cold shoulder, I can't blame them. Let's just keep traveling." Says Tammytharn.

The day went on with few note worthy events. Kalar smelled a bear in the forest, but it seemed to keep it's distance. Lynda swears she saw a dragon flying in the sky far off in the distance. The day of traveling comes to a close and the party sees that there is a single farm house nearby. Will they camp outside or attempt to gain lodgings?

Tammytharn rearranges her hair to hide her ears and suggests the other elven ladies do the same.

"Clean the blood off that Axe, Voulton. Kalar, make yourself scarce, if they let us in and sell us a meal, I'll bring some out to you after dark under guise of looking at the stars. Let's all try to act civilized!"

These people didn't act at all like the farmers from before and once the topic of money came up, they were very inviting. They didn't have extra beds but helped make the party feel more comfortable with pillows and blankets. The farmers then began to do extra things like wash clothes and offer backrubs for extra coin. Even with the extra money grubbing, the party ending up spending only 10gp. The family seemed thrilled.
Food was able to be brought out to Kalar and Voulton with no problems. Kalar and Voulton were able to find a soft patch of moss to rest on and generally enjoyed themselves.