After Roy dispatched the wolves one by one, the final alpha made his appearance. Despite how swiftly the others fell this behemoth of a monster did not seem particularly perturbed by the turn of events; indeed in his mind, the weak would be eaten by the strong. That is how he lives, and that is how he'll die. And to defeat someone who would have the strength and intelligence to defeat his kin, the taste would be sweeter than any treat he's had before. If they were capable of dialog the wolf may have even asked for Roy's name. But this was no time for words. The beast lunged forward quickly, crossing the space with alarming speed for a creature of his size. But he did not simply charge in blindly; this beast was more intelligent than that. 

As it ran past a fallen log, it picked up the wood in it's maw and hurled it at Roy with alarming accuracy. If he did not have the strength to block or the speed to dodge, he would surely be crushed underneath the weight of the log. But the wolf, having observed Roy, was confident that he would attempt to dodge the log either by jumping back or over. Thus the wolf was prepared to do the same: as the log was being hurled at Roy it would leap over the log with it's front paws forward so that it could catch Roy in midair, as well as keep itself a safe distance from his sword. And if Roy had jumped back, than the wolf would be in the perfect position to aim it's full weight down onto Roy. Sure it may get impaled through the paw, but unlike the rest of his fellow wolves he knew better than to let his body be exposed to blades.

[@Searat]

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Assallya's orcish warriors engaged the goblins, attracting the attention of most of them. At least twelve including the hobgoblin went to battle the orcs, confident that their vast numbers and the hobgoblin's brutish strength will win the day. That would leave five more who have chosen to go after the woman. The look of violent and lust was clear in their eyes; if they were not stopped Assallya's fate would be worse than death. However something occurred that was unexpected. From the darkness, a large stone was hurled at one of the goblins. A brick the size of their heads; smaller than the rock the hobgoblin threw but still of considerable size.

[b]"Well well well. What do we have here?"[/b]

From the shadows came a warrior clad in iron, his carved out smile gleaming in the dim night light. Varrock enters the fray. [b]"Goblins are underneath my pay grade, but I'll make due with you."[/b] A dark chuckle came from his lips as he approached, his greataxe in hand. The goblins, now down to four, split their attention between the two humans. Two went after Assallya and two after Varrock, all the while the other goblins were combating the four orcish warriors Assallya had conjured. Their battle was only beginning.

[@Assallya]

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After dispatching the undead Yenqinor would continue feeling the weight of the mace blow long after he left the battle. It may have been a broken bone, or at the very least a nasty wound; perhaps there was some sort of poison on the mace's blade. Either way he would make it to the church with relatively little difficulty, save for the darkness and unfamiliar terrain. As he would approach the church he could hear a low droning noise coming from within; perhaps it was chanting, but it was so muffled it was impossible to make out any words. The church's main entrance was barred from the outside; giant strips of wood nailed to the front to prevent entry. Or perhaps it was to seal something within the church? Even the stain glass windows, although remarkably untouched, were also boarded up. It would take considerable brawl to pry the wood off, and even if they were burnt, it wasn't hard to see that more wood also boarded up any point of access on the inside as well. This church had been converted into a makeshift fortress of sorts.

Aside from the church itself, there were a few things of note on the outskirts. There was a graveyard with nearly all it's grave dug up, no doubt their occupants now wandered the ruins. There was an altar that appeared to have been used for some bloody ceremony, as a red skull and more than a thousand flies continued to feed off the blood and gore of whatever profane ritual occurred here. There was also a well on the opposite side of the church with a rope and bucket, but no water. Too dark to see how deep it went, but even when the bucket was at the end of it's rope it did not sound like it would hit the bottom. Certainly a long drop. There was a bell tower at the top of the church and it's bell was still in place, though obviously not in use at the moment. What will this wanderer do now?

[@Cerius]

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A quick scan of the satchet's content would reveal a few items. A journal, a roll of charcoal in a silk handkerchief, and three vials. One contained red liquid with a red cross painted on it. Another was a vial with red liquid but a white skull painted on it. And the last vial had an orange liquid with a drawing of fire on it. As she observed this the treeant turned it's attention onto Komiko and groaned. He slammed his fists into the ground, even though he was so far from the kitsune, and from his hands small but quick roots busted from the ground and went for Komiko. If she didn't move fast enough they would wrap around her legs and entangle her, and if she tried to cut them with her sword they would ensnare her blade and climb up her arm. Even as the treant removed his hands from the ground these roots would continue to harry Komiko as it lumbered towards her with violent purpose.

[@Norschtalen]

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The bandit chief rose to his feet quickly but by the time he did so his men were dead. He wasn't surprised, they were weaklings who had begged him for mercy, less he had slit their throats. He shouldn't have relied on such cowards anyways; he was the only one who bothered to brave the ruins and plunder it for riches. "Not bad ya dastard, but yer not gunna have it easy. Those whelps couldn't kill a rabbit. But I survived this place for ten years, and that ain't about to end!" The chief charged at Joseph with a swipe for his eyes. However with a sleight of hand, the chief had not only laced one of his blades with a liquid poison, but he would splash this poison directly at Joseph's face. Even if he wore a full-face visor the chief was confident that some would seem in and distract Joseph long enough for him to get a stab in. Unlike his men who used rusted iron daggers, the chief's sword were made of strong steel and could pierce the chain underneath Joseph's plate, if not the plate armor itself.

[@Zaphander]