June 7, Near the Broken Airship

The DM: The fog lifts and leaves a thin layer of high, icy clouds across the sky. The weather remains cool and the ground a little damp, as you strike out across the tundra towards the valley that Dilhak indicated. This takes you to a small pond, a highland tarn, about 50 yards across, where water has collected like a cistern. It is clear and very slightly turquoise in colour, allowing you to see right to the bottom. You can see Dilhak's footsteps along the cold, wet sand ringing the pond. This is where you find the axe.

It is a battle axe, four times the normal size. Pandred can lift it with her strength, and might even be able to wield it, but the swing would throw her off her balance for certain. The head is made of stone with a gnarled, twisted wooden handle, which looks like driftwood. The wood feels as hard as the head. The axe's edge has been polished and made sharp. There is blood on the stone.

Pandred: I will take it, and heft it o'er my shoulder, and while we should scurry back to our giant friend, part of me hopes to land a truly calamitous blow with this thing. Let's mosey.

Embla Strand Seconded.

The DM: As you do, you'll hear a growl. A silver-grey wolf will climb up onto a rock, about 15 yards away. The pond is on your right and the wolf is on the other.

Wolf!

The DM: I need to start with a surprise roll. Vafrandir, you're nominated. Please roll a d6.

Vafrandir: I roll a [4].

The DM: You're not surprised. Pandred, please roll initiative.

Pandred: 1. Sorry guys.

The DM: I also roll a 1.

Round 1

The DM: So, the attack will be simultaneous. The wolf is going to stride very rapidly forward (not a charge) at Pandred, moving stride-8 to 1307. The players can throw weapons at the wolf anywhere along its track, or move to attack it in 1307, but even if it is stunned (because simultaneous) the attack on Pandred will still happen.

Go ahead and take action.

Vafrandir: As I'm in melee range of 1307 already, I'll attack with my sword once it's reached us. 3 raw, 5 to hit; 1 raw, 2 dmg.

The DM: miss.

After the wolf has moved.

Marcule: I cast chromatic orb