[hr][center][@Hekazu] [color=tan]The Unnamable[/color][/center][hr]What was this feeling that the howl carried with it? It was not something one could quite place their finger on, but it was the herald of trouble to come. Until the odd melting transformation of sorts attempted to begin. It appeared yet contained, but only just. It might be wise to stop it, if something of the sort would indeed be possible... But George had a point just as well. One could not strain their mind indefinitely. To blacken it again like paper in fire would be most unwise. The perversion of one's studies should not be performed until as a last resort.

And a perversion the wolf was. Yet perhaps one could avoid the full despicability of it by not allowing it aid in the completion of its unnatural metamorphosis? After all, wolves were not insects, not creatures that would cocoon themselves, not ones to bloom in moths or other winged creatures. No, they were not intended for such a life, and if one avoided giving them the chance to follow this abhorrent second nature, perhaps they could avoid bringing it forth in the entirety?

And thus, the attention of the doll and its handler were turned to the one last remaining wolf that exhibited no signs of such unnatural twisting of the very nature of life. The barbarous mind of the animal would be the target of the first assault it had seen, but the same could hardly be said for the assailing party. The strike was brought into being through will and will alone, and it would seek the dire canine.

[Hider=Mechanics]The Unnamable has his horse Dodge once again as he fires a Mind Thrust (120 feet range) at Dire Wolf 4. The attack roll came up as a 10 and on a hit the attack will deal 10 damage.[/Hider]
[hr][center][@Gordian Nought] [color=598527]Markus[/color][/center][hr]The alpha shook off more of its thawing sinew, whilst whirling and shooting its companion a convoluted squint fashioned of a dangling zygomatic arch and a receding eyeless orbit. The lesser wolf comprehended, somehow, swiftly attacking, with and without fail, the nearest erect and still standing morsel. The snarling bite, however lacked permission, unrated by the nimble elf, fleeting further from Mhyrienne than the prior assaults on the pack’s leader. Naivety somehow sprouted amidst the party’s strikes, yielding forgone opportunities and deficient graces against the crumbling beast. 

The remnant pair. All against the seven. An unparalleled number, quilted of luck and destiny. Yet, the odds were still and always in Barovia’s fervent favor.

The Vistani understood this and now the bleeding monstrosity’s wounds clearly more than ever. Its slimy silhouette becoming more paramount than the epileptic howl. 

His unsheathed hand hurriedly lifted away to George’s side, transitioning an open palm to a clenched fist, as Markus thrust the opposite grip on the electric blade into the air. The spectacle charged, worthy of knighting the quiet figurine beheld in the handler’s lap, elegantly polished by the gypsy’s following command: 

[color=598527]“Into the silence.”[/color]

At this focused beck, amongst the paradoxical unheard verdict, the guide’s warnings and disclaimers soon fell on unperceiving ears, pouncing against an invisible barrier which gestured an absolute taciturnity.

[Hider=Mechanics]Dire Wolf 1 attacks/misses Egil. Dire Wolf passes its Death Save. Dire Wolf 3 and 5 fail their Death Save. Dire Wolf 4 attacks/misses Mhyrienne. Markus casts Silence (requires Concentration) on George.[/Hider]
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/442949249068433409/458869723107688457/unknown.png]Round 4 - The Unnamable, Dire Wolves and Markus[/url]