A Howl in the night

The group of adventurers, fresh from rescuing the milk maids from the deadly clutch of merciless bandits has a restful evening. They gather outside of the barn of Lady Ezmerelda in the early morning sun, a large six wheel wagon, pulled by two lumbering beasts of burden already parked out front. The wagon is more or less a giant keg on wheels, the large curved wooden planks of the keg steaming in the sunlight from the magically induced chill. Atop the wagon is an old timer human, with a wide brimmed hat, thick leathery clothes and no pants. Kneeling before him is a gobbo, eagerly sucking on his exposed cock. The man introduces himself as Rodger and the gobbo is called Gobbler.

As the party starts coming to the wagon Ellio is in a daze, Itsa is yawning though kinda uncomfortable with roger, Lathander is trying to be more manly while clinging on to Cerfepto, Cerrie is just annoyed, and Pearla is just ready to go.

Though as they move forward Rodger gives Itsa the side eye as if eyeing her for a future prize, unbeknownst to the party.

"Ready to head out! Its 4 days and three nights by road to Wannasuqatitti so best we push off"

"Ye sure ye can drive like that?" Cerfepto quirks a brow.

Roger bellows "Oh yes, one of the perks of the job! Spent good money for Gobbler, gotta get my money's worth!"

"He's a professional Cerrie he could probably do it with his eye closed" Lathander would comment as he rolled his shoulder getting himself ready for a long trip back. He counted the arrows in his quiver giving a nod before looking ready to go with a determined face.

Cerfepto saw that Gobbler was wearing a slaves neck ring, signifying her station

Cerfepto rolls her eyes. "Pft, fine, but I ain't tendin' to 'im if a highwayman hacks it off."

"That why he has us here Cerrie bandits come a knocking we knock'em dead !" Lathander said as he gave a playful twang of his arrow as while grinning.

The group heads off slowly, waving to Lady Ezmerelda and the clutch of milk maids to whome the group has become quite the band of heroes. As you start your journey southward, the weather is fine and clear. You make your way travelling the first day and reach a point of camp just off the road

Itsa yawns and rubs her eyes as she walks having stayed up to late last night talking to cerfepto

Eventually the wagon slows down as the sun begins to settle losing daylight.

When they make camp, Cerfepto leaps out the carriage, stretching. "Feh... forgot how much of an ache travellin' is. Hours an' hours cooped up in some tent."

Lathander would follow suit. He would rub his back as he was sat up all day making sure nothing approached from the distance. His brow was furrowed in frustration as they made camp.

The group rests for the evening, camping beside the carriage. Rodger and Gobbler second themselves in a small sleeping quarters at the rear of the carriage

Itsa a feeling restless that evening, almost overtired, and robbing you from blissful sleep under a clear sky, you sit up and mindlessly poke at the dying embers of the fire when you notice a shift of shadow just off to the side of the camp

The group (except Ellio) stirs awake as growling sounds begin to emanate from the shadows. With the light dim, all of you see but a blur of sudden movement as the camp seems overrun with beasts.

Suddenly out of the darkness ten sets of glowing red eyes appear as just as quickly three of the creatures come for Itsa thinking she would be an easy meal. It turns out the creatures were meatdogs, bipedal creatures with a dog like snout and long tail with sharp protrusions which is their main attack.

Itsa thought back to something her awakener Elanil taught her and that was these creatures usually prowled around areas of the dead and were usually surrounding a zombie champion though luckily not tonight. Itsa thoughts are interrupted as she fends of 3 separate attacks thanks to her ornate leather and her goddess that she was able to block all three.

Three more beasts come from the shadows charging at Cerfepto and while the more combat seasoned it seems that the meat dogs were not able to get any vital wounds they did knick her a couple times and one bit her.

"Where the hell has these things have come from? " Lathander hollers the reaches for his bow and quiver. The light armor covering his loins and chest makes a little shifting sounds as he wakes with a start.

"Agh, pricks...!" Cerfepto tries to throw the dog biting her into the other two staring her down.

Two more come after Lathander as he blocks the first attack but the second one grazes his armor and hits him on the side.

"Bah damn creatures..we need to get together and push these things out." Lathander continues to holler.

Lathander seeing an opportunity knocks an arrow and fires it at one of the creatures. His aim was true as the arrow flies piercing its eye and passing clean through its head before the beast slumps to the ground.

Lathander then goes to try and climb a tree only to fail to get good grasp.

"I should have practiced climbing more..but nooo being up to high will give you freckles..your a future fertility priest..fuck sake Ma."Lathander would grumble as he was still at the base of the tree and away from the combat for a second.

Cerfepto seeing that Lathander is trying to get height advantage goes to be next to him by doing flips to avoid most attacks. As she flips, she takes out her sword and strikes down with her sword and the iron passes clean through the neck of one of the meatdogs, its head barely connected to the rest of its body as it slumps to the ground.

"Impressive Cerrie now then lets deal with the rest of the pack." Lathander would look to his next target using his thumb then nodding.

"Thanks, Lath. An' fer what it's worth, I think you'd like nice with freckles." Cerfepto said apparently heard his comment fro before.

Itsa's eyes go red as she slips into feral mode she graps her axe and charges the nearest one. She swings her ax down splitting the thing in two with one fell swoop. After that her instincts told her to back up and thinking quick she tied the barmaids bra to the axe handle since it was made from a high grade embroidered leather.

"Daw thank ya--..oh shit I think Itsa gone crazy again..Itsa don't get surrounded now grunt if you hear me."Lathander hollers.

"I never could get a grasp on 'er..." Cerfepto says turning to look at the feral like Itsa in combat.

Pearla who was still getting their grounds was seeing the fighting as she quickly stabbed her staff into the embers of the campfire causing it to catch fire. She then smacked one of the meatdogs as their oily catches ablaze as they run a little bit before succumbing to the burns.

One of the meatdogs running around trips and falls on Ellio's spear who at this point is still unnaturally asleep.

Lathander and Cerfepto make it up the tree as Lathander shoots one down as it tried to attack Cerfepto, though it was only injured.

"Thanks for the lift Cerrie apprecuate it" Lathander says.

"No worries, I like you without scars." Cerfepto replies.

The meatdogs with their limited intelligence see that Cerfepto and Lathander are in a tree as three of them go and bark/growl at the base of the tree. Cerfepto seeing this had a brilliant answer as she kicked one of the weeker branches down breaking it and having it land on them unfortunately not killing them.

The commotion from the tree causes Itsa's protective instincts to kick in as she runs to the tree using the speed momentum and the length of the bra to leap into the air and do a spin and slice 2 of the meatdogs in half causing the other on by the tree to run off.

As pearla stabs the meat dog by her she sees the last one running towards Rodgers/gobblers tent so she throws her staff at it ending it instantly.

And with that all the meatdogs are dead.

Pearla grabs her staff and puts it out in the dirt as the party goes to meet back up. “Well that’s all of them they already smell pretty good and I did get the fire going so who wants to make a campfire!”

Lathander would slide down the tree and would lick his lips. "Meat dog meat is good eats..lets get em cooking!"

Cerfepto hops down after him. "Can't say I've eaten it 'fore."

Itsa grabs her cooking supplies, hands them to Lathander, and falls over as she exerted to much energy in her feral state.

Half the group sleeps while half stay up for a bit to eat. Then no matter they all gather into the wagon and start to travel again.

“We didn’t have much rainfall back down under…for obvious regions it literally didn’t happen.” Perla says as she lets a hand outside of the cart.

"You dealt a lot with storms, pipsqueak?"Cerfepto commented

Itsa confused pointed to herself before saying "me"

"Not you, the cute one." Cerfepto says looking at Lathander

"Nah not really and hey who yah calling pip sqeuak..Im a big strong man I'll let you no...I ooze masculinity" The short elf makes a flex of his arm before the storm grans his attention again.

Pearla seeing the exchange before her comments “No you don’t I’ve got more hair above my dick then you do chest hair you dumb elf.”

Itsa tries to nudge Pearla to cool down a bit.

"You seem awful dutiful all of sudden's all." Cerfepto chuckles still looking at Lathander.

Itsa looks to Pearla "may be calme down with elf insolets sometimes"

"Its more not wanting to die then..Hey shut your mouth Pearla I got plently of hair and I probably got a bigger dick yah pale hole rat" Lathander yells.

"Die? From some rain?" Cerfepto cocks her head as as a response

"Lathie stop pleas" "cant we jus try to get along"Itsa whines like a upset child.

"With rain..comes thunder..and with thunder comes..lighting" Lathander's eyes look genuinely afraid for a moment as he says that word."Fucking hate it...every time it stormed was either we get through or were fucked."

"Aw..." Cerfepto says patronizingly with a grin, putting a firm hand on Lathander's shoulder. "Don't worry lad, I'm here."

“As long as I sit in the same carriage as them pointy eared fucks you’re more likely to win one thousand jade!” Pearla says to Itsa gruffly

"Jus try okay everone" Itsa exclaims getting a little upset like a kid throwing a small tantrum

The storm begins to pass as the wagon continues to travel