<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Small note - I made an error on Rea's sheet in my typing. 'Collar of Natural Armor +1' Should read 'Collar of Protection +1'. It has been changed on my sheet, and just wanted to point it out here!</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "I concur," Alyssa says. "A handheld mirror is far too small to signal the shore, or to serve as a warning beacon... which means that the recipients are already on the water, and awaiting a signal. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Alyssa momentarily draws Eruin's attention, his emerald green eyes alighting upon her with a stare far more intense than he'd meant it to be. She felt it too, perhaps - the 'un-natural' feeling, like something was about to go down. The cougar had been acting incredibly suspicious...not to mention, signalling land in the thick fog with little more than a hand mirror? What tiny amount of light did manage to get through the fog would make it almost impossible to offer anything but a brief, glimmering flash - not a chance something that could penetrate this fog very far.<br/><br/>He had to wonder...if this fog was a natural one at all.<br/><br/>Eruin knew he wasn't the smartest apple on the tree, but he had enough life experience to fill four heads. The first thing those lessons had taught him...never get caught unprepared. And the second one, just as important as the first - where there were predators looking for easy meals...there were predators not expecting to be hunted right back. Eruin couldn't help but lick his lips - perhaps their hunger would be sated BEFORE they reached the other bank...<br/><br/>Rea, seemingly having the same idea, runs her long tongue fluidly over her chops, giving Eruin a side-long glance, her earlier mistake apparantly already forgotten in the excitement of the moment<span style="font-style: italic">~Think something is going to happen? They'd be nuts to attack a ship with this many people on it, right?~</span><br/><br/>Gazing off in the direction the cougar had signalled, Eruin shakes his head slowly back and forth. It was a perfect setup, of that he had to agree. The cougar was in the perfect position to rain down havoc - decently protected from attacks from below, and easily able to lob fire-bottles or any other number of things on the passengers below - enough to create confusion and panic. Or, he could simply resort to archery, picking off the strongest looking individuals before they had a chance to reach him...and save the weaker looking ones for a mid-day snack. If there was another boat on the water...they could sink the entire ship with enough weaponry, and then haul in the survivors sputtering on the surface one after the other...quick, easy catches, and squirming meals....<br/><br/>Finally, Eruin gazes back at his large, wolven companion, a long, deep sigh escaping his lips<span style="font-style: italic">~Rea, they have the perfect setup. I have a feeling something is going to go down, and very quickly. Let's not be caught unprepared. Head around to the...~ </span>'Deck' was not something that was easily 'said' using body language. There was simply no movement for it. No gesture, no slight shift of the shoulders or tail. Sometimes, it was difficult to get the perfect meaning across...<span style="font-style: italic">~The...platform of viewing. Try to find our cougar friend, sniff him out. Bring him back here - have a few questions to ask him. I need to prepare better...~</span><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">DC 13 spot check to notice Eruin's 'Conceal Casting'. (1d20(2) + 11 = 13)</div></div></div><br/><br/>Once more stepping to his faithful companion's side, Eruin places a hand lightly on her side. Leaning close, he gives her a soft little kiss on the side of her muzzle, nuzzling her gently "Do be safe, sister." He whisper softly. The enormous wolf, for the first time, seems to take on a 'softer' expression, nuzzling back equally as affectionately<span style="font-style: italic">~Phbbt. One cougar? I'll turn him into wolf-chow if he even tries to do anything funny. Don't worry about me - if you need me, just yell! ~</span><br/><br/>Patting her side, Eruin begins to whisper softly to himself, his hand - mostly concealed by her fur - working small, delicate symbols with his fingers.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Wevern Bol-"</span><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Eruin casts Bite of-</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Mr. Wolf” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Twilah's soft little voice momentarily disrupts his concentration. Was someone talking to him? No - surely not.<br/><br/>Returning his concentration and focus to his spell, he once more begins to work the symbols with his fingers, whipsering softly to himself<span style="font-style: italic">"Wevern Bola-"</span><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Eruin casts Bite of the W-</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “eruin….ERUIN!” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Now he KNEW someone was calling his name. Or...maybe not. Yet, he could have swore he heard something....<br/><br/>He had to complete his spell. Once more focusing his attention on the symbols and his wording, he begins to rework the spell...once again, whispering to himself<span style="font-style: italic">"Weveren Bolaik-"</span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “ERUINNNNN! Would you like a cookie?” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>For not the first time, Eruin's spell fizzles - though this time, the wolf jumps about a foot in the air in sheer surprize. The pixie "Heey, no need to shout.." He grins faintly, lifting a hand to twiddle a finger in his ringing ear "Cookie? Cookie...what the heck is..." The round thing she'd been eating earlier!! It must have been those little sweet things that he and Rea had found in that one camp they'd raided - by the gods, how awful THAT tummy ache had been, for both of them. Yet...maybe one more wouldn't hurt.<br/><br/>"...So, they are called cookies." He murmurs softly, storing away that little tidbit of information for further use "Ahh...Yes, I'd love to try your cookie. Is it tasty?" When Twilah lays the cookie down on his shoulder, Eruin focuses all attention on it. Hrm...cookies...<br/><br/>It takes all of two seconds for his tongue to snake out, wrap around the cookie on his shoulder, and pull it into his mouth, crunching on it noisily. Ohh...wow, that was good.<br/><br/>"Ohm geez, Rea. Shuld ry dis!" He mumbles with a full mouth, the over-sized cooking causing his cheeks to bulge comically.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Pig. You know, I hope you get a stomach-ache like-GRAAAK!~</span><br/><br/>A high-pitched yelp splits the air, followed by a growl loud enough to shake the very deck of the boat "YOU DAMN LITTLE PIXIE!!" Rea screams at the top of her lungs, throwing all earlier pretense of 'just not saying anything about the earlier slip' into the wind. Well, now everyone knew.<br/><br/>Eruin claps a hand over his face, crunching noisily on his cookie. This was already a disaster, and they were not even one day into their trip. At least the cookie tasted good, though.<br/><br/>"I'LL EAT YOU!! YOU'RE WOLF CHOW!!" Any thoughts of 'going after the cougar' slip her mind entirely as the little pixie withdraws a tiny ,but painful, finger from Rea's eye. The enraged she-wolf begins to turn in circles, snapping wildly at the air - and the little pixie that only barely manages to dodge those enormous, chomping jaws time and time again. Each jaw-clamp sounds like a small crack of thunder, the 'SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!' echoing loudly, even over the voices of the other passengers.<br/><br/>It only takes a few seconds for her fury to expend itself, but during that time at least a dozen snaps are made, trying to devour the pixie before she has a chance to get away. Finally, the pixie - seemingly hidden from view - is no longer in Rea's eyesight...and the big wolf begins to calm down "Grr...poke me in the eye. I HATE being touched. They have to earn the ri-"<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “So cool, I want one!” Twilah says as she puts her head into the wolfs ear and shouts “HELLO!”  </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"RAAAH! PIXIE!!!" *SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP!*<br/><br/>Eruin sighs deeply, a tiny spray of cookie crumbs flying from his muzzle. This was going to be a very, very long trip. Maybe he should have bought mother along. Then again, a fifteen foot tall wolf was hard to miss...<br/><br/>Finally, Eruin just does it right out in the open, cookie-crumbs spraying with his words<span style="font-style: italic">"...Wruvn blkaoni*" </span><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">* Wevern Bolaiki, in the long-lost language of the cookie dry-mouth.</div></div></div><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Eruin casts Bite of the....*Looks around suspiciously*...Bite of the Wereboar. Rea Sharespells</div></div></div><br/><br/>Though it was hard to notice, both Eruin and Rea's upper and lower Canine teeth begin to grow, almost an entire inch and a half longer in Eruin's case, and easily two inches in Rea's. Very little other change seems to take effect, but those teeth....certainly look far more dangerous than they had before...<br/><br/>Eruin just sits and watches, chewing on his cookie enegergetically as his wolven sister tries - with an entirely futile effort - to reach the pixie seated right between her ears.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Comfy too! Can I keep her Eruin? Pleeeeeaaaassssee?”  </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"...Oo now wat? I ish u wuld."<br/><br/>(You know what? I wish you would)