@TimTh33nchant3r
As the battle progresses around Wilhelm, the wolves grow ever more fearsome. Just behind Wilhelm, the deep growl of a large beast brings the hair on his neck on end.
The circling wolves move in on Regas and are certain to pounce. His efforts with Vera have felled a few wolves, but their numbers and tenacity are not breaking.
The limb Camphor hangs from cracks loudly under the weight of the elf. He scrambles in the boughs of the tree to get a better position without falling among the beasts below.
Do you Turn to face the beast behind you? Rush to assist Regas? or Some third thing?
As the battle progresses around Wilhelm, the wolves grow ever more fearsome. Just behind Wilhelm, the deep growl of a large beast brings the hair on his neck on end.
The circling wolves move in on Regas and are certain to pounce. His efforts with Vera have felled a few wolves, but their numbers and tenacity are not breaking.
The limb Camphor hangs from cracks loudly under the weight of the elf. He scrambles in the boughs of the tree to get a better position without falling among the beasts below.
Do you Turn to face the beast behind you? Rush to assist Regas? or Some third thing?