[hr][center][@BCTheEntity] [color=deepskyblue]Talran Galelove – Medium Friendly Paladin[/color][/center][hr]For a moment, Talran rather felt that the woman he'd made efforts to assist had squandered those efforts. Not that she didn't act in self-defense - she dodged the attacks of the wolf assailing her most gracefully indeed, in fact. Only... well, it wasn't worth lambasting a person for what they did, even internally, and especially in a highly-stressful situation such as a fight. What mattered was that he kept helping those who needed it most - which was again the elven woman.

With a valiant war cry, he had his steed charge round her, and with a mighty blow struck down the wolf as it was distracted with assailing her. With that matter settled, Talran quickly uttered 'Stay alert - worse is yet to come,' before wheeling about and rushing the remaining dire wolf, less with the intent of trying to finish it off, and more to protect Egil when it inevitably decided to try and destroy him in this foul, mutated state it had acquired for itself. By whatever means.

[Hider=Mechanics]Talran moves 15 feet to Mhyrienne's left, rolls a 19 to hit Dire Wolf 4 and a 10 to damage it (more than sufficient to knock it unconscious), then moves another 30 feet out of his remaining 35 this round to reach Egil, ready to use his Fighting Style to impose disadvantage on any attacks Dire Wolf 1 makes against him or whoever else moves next to Talran. His mount takes the Dodge action again. Round 3 of 10 for Mhyrienne, Markus, and Zaerith's Blessings.[/Hider]
[hr][center][@Gordian Nought] [color=navajowhite]Egil[/color][/center][hr]The stolen edge of the fighter struck the dissolving hound; as a Krakatoan creature, flesh resurrected with riddled stitches and spinal column meshed with charred bones. The titan’s bleeding throat dripped an amnesia of fear, behooving stained fragments of an experiment interdimensional past. Its extinctional existence begot a miscarriage of memories, forged of a former existence, recompensed in full fury before Talran and Egil, now echoing the possibility of disaster which had befallen a myriad of prey before and beyond the grave.

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The Vistani gazed, in silence, at the Howler, comprehending all too well the mind-numbing screech which flooded its victims. The disoriented thoughts would chatter like mischievous monkeys, prattling upon the purpose of this Kreskovian leviathan, affronting their escape. Its scarlet wreathes stared into the paladin’s soul, issuing taxes of despair. 

After a reflexive gulp, the muddy behemoth tampered with the surrounding inky air eroding the atmosphere, with murky concentration, harnessing a dénouement the duo would wish not to spectate firsthand. 

The beast immediately mocked them. 

Yet, it was peculiar and familiar? A brief verbal swine of forsaken screams soon coalesced to generate a scorned cacophony of laughter, not from a singularity, but, as if, its war cry originated from the bellows of suffering children.

Each ridiculed its voice, with demented tidal waves of an acoustic sea of heretical mirth. The whispers eventually corroborated into corporeality before the respective warrior and knight, soon assembling into blaring rank as a hissing barb, protecting its morbid parent.

An empty promise filled an unspoken niche within the ranger’s heart he had not previously entertained since they left Starovir. 

Jealousy was no longer a green-eyed monster.

[Hider=Mechanics]Egil attacks the Alpha Wolf. The Howler within emerges with an ear shattering squeal. Those not in the Silence originating from George must make a Wisdom Saving Throw.[/Hider]
[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/442949249068433409/459308366825783297/unknown.png]Round 4 - Talran and Egil[/url]