When last we met our suspects, the four of them where in search of other stalwart/intoxicated followers to, in service to the councils of something, kill something big and specific, somewhere, eventually. Or such was the gist of it, and Peti supposed that that would suffice. After emerging from camp at the break of noon, the four decided on a course to collect more harsh fists, stout bellies, and thick sculls- perhaps attached together in a reasonable fashion. They set out west, then north, then west again, then out in a looping south-easterly tangent.
Apparently fate was with them, as despite their attempts at navigation, they gradually came in sight of their goal; a Dwarven fortress, just the sort of place to find associates in drunken warfare.
Unfortunately, their plan of leaving a bacon trail so as to find their way back home had backfired; they where set upon by wolves! The band lept to the fray! Then they lept to the other fray, having confused their frays with one annother.
The wolves surrounded bob, as Peti started hurling whatever he could get his hands on, in this case, peat. As peat is not an especially resilient substance, one should not be supprised that the wolves where unimpressed, although Peti was.
As they fought on, the wolves circled in, slowly surrounding them , biting and tearing away! This was when Peti realized that his hand was not being very useful up and to, and looked down to see that he was holding onto... his trousers? How did those get there? He had little chance to wonder, though, as at the moment he was under two wolves and more where close at hand. Doing as came naturally to him, Peti wound up and threw his pants at one of the wolves attacking Jackson. The wolf was knocked clear off of him, and looked like it would not be much of a concern now, as it would be too busy trying to locate it's liver. Peti reinforced his mental note to buy more clothes as he turned his hands lose on the wolves at his neck. While he mangled his way through his wolves, Bob and the riddler had at the wolves facing them. Though they struck and wrestled with the dogs, the wolves had had them off-balance from the start. Fortunately, they where always off-balance and thus where used to it.
Though the wolves where ferce, the drunks battled with something either courage or ignorance, and started to make headway. As Peti untangled himself from the eye-gouged ruin of the second wolf, his friends finally began to turn the tide of battle. Soon, the air was rang with the sound of drunks smashing various canine body parts to gore ("Splunch"). Peti took the moment of relitive calm to start on his way to pick up his trousers, pausing long enough to toss small rocks at the remaining wolves. Soon the wolves where dispatched and Peti was reunited with his deadly pants. It even seemed that no one was badly hurt, aside from a few lose stitches and some chunks out of Bob. As the party finally set off on the last leg of the trip to the Dwarven Halls, Peti decided to hold onto a chunk, just in case a bloody, misshapen hunk of Bob's flesh would come in handy someday.
After all, look how useful clothes had been!
[see, I have not abandoned it! More to come; Dwarven Halls! Another cave! Looking for elves?]
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