The continued adventures of not Vikings
05-03-2018, 07:51 AM
Taking the torch from Gwain, Thistle fumbles for her flint and steel before she spots one of the conveniently lit wall sconces and shoves the torch at it. It lights and she drops the torch down below, aiming for a dry patch that hopefully won't let it gutter out. It survives the landing and casts a wide yellow ring of light below.
"So is this your family's normal reaction to unexplored, dangerous fortresses? Just jump in and start swinging at things?" She says to Gwain. "Anyway, nevermind. Let's try to get him out of trouble. "
Thistle pats Nibbs on the head. "If any of those nasties comes up the ladder somehow, maul them."
She pokes her head over the cellar door, and eyes the scene below. From the glow of the dropped torch, she can see the six neon wolves circling Rob. One of them lurks towards the back, behind one of the other wolves. Thistle half turns to Gwain, catches his eye, and points at the wolf hanging back. "Don't hit that one, let me deal with it."
Taking a deep breath, Thistle braces herself and reaches out with her mind and does the warg mental equivalent of a football tackle to the wolf.
"So is this your family's normal reaction to unexplored, dangerous fortresses? Just jump in and start swinging at things?" She says to Gwain. "Anyway, nevermind. Let's try to get him out of trouble. "
Thistle pats Nibbs on the head. "If any of those nasties comes up the ladder somehow, maul them."
She pokes her head over the cellar door, and eyes the scene below. From the glow of the dropped torch, she can see the six neon wolves circling Rob. One of them lurks towards the back, behind one of the other wolves. Thistle half turns to Gwain, catches his eye, and points at the wolf hanging back. "Don't hit that one, let me deal with it."
Taking a deep breath, Thistle braces herself and reaches out with her mind and does the warg mental equivalent of a football tackle to the wolf.
