[hr][center][@BCTheEntity] [color=deepskyblue]Talran Galelove – Medium Friendly Paladin[/color][/center][hr]Heavens, but these were dangerous beasts. Even as his Sanctuary rescued Markus from doom time and again, the wolves recalculated their attack plans - one targeted the hooded chap who, somehow, Talran was sure was associated with somebody he knew from his past, though awareness proper eluded him still. The other struck Talran himself - and though it failed to dislodge him, the crushing force of its teeth through his mail bruised and even sliced partway into his flesh, a blow that made Talran wince just a little. Suffice to say, he was not unused to such wounds, and sallied on, considering his options. Magic was a precious resource, he knew, and yet his allies seemed to be having some awful trouble when it came to striking their foes. He felt they might be whittled down before the wolves were, even with one unconscious to the side...

It mattered not. One unfortunate encounter after days of travel did not a reoccurring trend make. Thus, he took some time to cast a second spell, this one a blessing for his companions - the elven lady, the hooded stranger, and their guide Markus, even if it seemed he needed not Talran's assistance when it came to returning damage to their aggressors. Alas, the puppeteer remained out of Talran's reach after his rapid charge, and though the apparent leader of the pack quickly disengaged and followed after him, it would like as not be the case that Talran would need to follow in his turn shortly, if only to ensure his ally remained healthy.

[hr][center][@Gordian Nought] [color=navajowhite]Egil[/color][/center][hr]A lingering madness could be gleaned from the dancing pupils of Egil, pinpoint and fretful. The fighter recognized the swarm of hounds, dividing and conquering their faction, reminded by the hail of Markus, their guide, plunging deeper into Barovia. He matched a momentary gaze with the Vistani, almost with painted beady eyes, decomposing slowly as he pirouetted onto the writhing steed of Zaerith.

He should only follow suit.

His rotting boots avalanched away from the beast, careful not to exchange blows with the mottled mut over the barren soil. In one fell swoop, he resurrected himself as a rider upon the absent saddle, where vines of worms quickly materialized as reigns and stirrups once again as the pair abandoned the marred wolf, chasing after Mhyrienne and the others.

[Hider=Mechanics]Talran uses his action to cast Bless upon Mhyrienne, Zaerith, and Markus - for the next minute (ten rounds) or until Talran fails a concentration check, they may roll an additional 1d4 and add it to their attack rolls. Markus' Sanctuary vanishes with his attack. Until his next round, Talran's reaction will be primed to force disadvantage on an attack roll against either Zaerith or Markus, again using his fighting style to achieve this. His mount's action will be Dodge again, imposing disadvantage on attack rolls against it and offering advantage on Dexterity saves to avoid attacks.

Egil mounts his wormy steed. Both Disengage and ride near Mhyrienne, flanking Dire Wolf 2.[/Hider]
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/442949249068433409/456826848299712522/unknown.png]Round 2 - Talran and Egil[/url]