So, our party was travelling through the woods to get to the next town. We get attacked by wolves with glowing red eyes out of nowhere. As soon as we have defeated them, the NPC we were escorting (who happens to be a high-ranking spy for the local rebellion against the Evil Empire) decides to run after them. One of my friends and I begin chasing her. Our wizard unharnesses the horse from our cart and takes off through the woods. Our cleric jumps onto the back of the horse and tries to get the wizard to leave it alone.
We're all running through very quickly, none of our characters know what's happening, when suddenly we reach a clearing and see the NPC crouched in battle position in front of a whole lot more wolves. I grab onto a branch to bring myself to a stop. The fighter running with me leaps into the air and lands in front of the NPC in a superhero pose. The wizard vaults off of the horse and into a battle position. The cleric frantically manages to get the horse to stop.
We fight off the wolves and our wizard decides to take the magic artifact that was compelling them to fight. As we walk back to our cart, the cleric hisses at the wizard when he tries to get back on the horse. I try to reattach the branches I barreled through earlier. The cleric uses Prestidigitation to make it look like they're sticking until I turn around.
In addition, my character (who's a tiefling paladin) has basically adopted our party, a troupe of street kids, and a forgotten god. Our cleric affectionately refers to her as "Meatshield". I love Dungeons and Dragons.
We're all running through very quickly, none of our characters know what's happening, when suddenly we reach a clearing and see the NPC crouched in battle position in front of a whole lot more wolves. I grab onto a branch to bring myself to a stop. The fighter running with me leaps into the air and lands in front of the NPC in a superhero pose. The wizard vaults off of the horse and into a battle position. The cleric frantically manages to get the horse to stop.
We fight off the wolves and our wizard decides to take the magic artifact that was compelling them to fight. As we walk back to our cart, the cleric hisses at the wizard when he tries to get back on the horse. I try to reattach the branches I barreled through earlier. The cleric uses Prestidigitation to make it look like they're sticking until I turn around.
In addition, my character (who's a tiefling paladin) has basically adopted our party, a troupe of street kids, and a forgotten god. Our cleric affectionately refers to her as "Meatshield". I love Dungeons and Dragons.