Saturday, 14 May 2011

1 October 1499 - Day 2

We start, as soon as the sun rises again on the horizon. It is a bright day, the sun rises high above our heads, and there is hardly a cloud in the sky. We follow a path south. It is in quite well shape and it is a nice start of the journey, seeing that we probably won’t always have the luck of walking on a real road. The way is long, and even though we keep walking all day, the chance of reaching the last post in the known land today is very little. We don’t find many people on this road. But after a while we hear noises coming from the right. It sounds like someone was in big trouble. We halt and discuss what to do. Finally, even though I don’t like it, my Pseudodragon flies over to see what is happening.

And suddenly, all of us see a man who is chased by three wolves, projected into our heads by my familiar. The man is running in the direction of the road, so in our direction. We don’t have much time to decide. My dragon comes back. We decide to hide at first. As the wolves and its victim come close enough to see them, we decide to help him and fight our first fight as a group. The wolves are easily fought, Banis and Randor turn out to be good fighters, I would never have expected a monk to be so strong. But maybe it is not too far off, since they even survive in the hostile cold, that is in the mountains where I come from. I have never fought such big wolves. I am not sure if the others ever have, but they don’t seem to recognise the wolves either. So we fight the wolves. Everyone does the best he (or she) can, and when the wolves lay on the ground, bloody and dead, I heal whoever is injured. Especially, though, the man who fled from the wolves and is still quite weak. We take him with us to make sure that he will not get attacked again.

 And so we come to spend our first night in the wilderness. It is a bright full moon night. I don’t trust any of them much yet and so I would prefer to stay wake all night, to see if they are trustworthy. But I have to sleep to make sure I am in full possession of my powers when we go on the the next day. So I advise my dragon to keep an eye open for whenever someone gets too close to me. The others decide who is guarding our small camp and after a while everything is quiet. The man we saved from the wolves is staying with us tonight. After a while, I fall into sleep. it is not a very deep sleep, just enough to recover my magical powers.

Sometime in the night, I hear noises. They are very near, in the camp. I open my eyes. Everyone is on their feet. I hear one of my comrades shouting. When I get up, I see what caused all the shouting in the middle of the night. The man who was staying with us, had walked away a few steps. And he is no longer a man. He now looks like the wolves we fought on the path. And I can feel that the magic, which is usually a shield around me that protects me from danger, had not returned yet. Not for the first time these days I feel magically drawn to the small hut in the middle of the mountains, covered in snow and hidden from sight. But there is no such dreaming right now. 
The wolf attacks the camp. Everyone is fighting, but the werewolf is strong, and doesn’t seem to be hurt by the slashes and stitches which the swords of three men and the fists of a monk do to him. I use a few more spells. The werewolf ignores them, just like the attacks from my four comrades or the shot I try with my blowgun. But at least I can heal the people around me, so they can keep fighting. At last, the full moon disappears behind a cloud. The werewolf starts transforming back into a human, but gets stuck somewhere in the middle. Luckily for us, a half-werewolf loses his special powers that made him invulnerable to our attacks. Thanks to this, we kill him. His body falls to the ground, covered in blood and with wounds all over his body. But also one of our group is injured. Davor is laying on the ground, holding his arm where the werewolf bit him. Healing is not a problem, it is not a serious wound. The problem we now have is that the leader of the Grey Wolves was bitten by a werewolf. No one can therefore tell if he will transform into a werewolf as well, when the moon is full in the next month. We carry the body of the werewolf away, somewhere to the river that is close to our camp. Somehow, we still manage to fall asleep for a few more hours. 

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