<div class="floatleft">(http://drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/19/20100919230558-9765ca7b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">A Man of Mercury:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Devrier Wick</span></span><br/><em>Ranger of the Rosewood Forest</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=263351); 44 HP (Current 44); AC 22<br/><br/>Spells in Effect:  None<br/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=104861.msg4562370#msg4562370">Quote from: swordwind on 27-04-2011, 16:51:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sir Devrier Wick</strong>: Another growl comes forth from the cave as you see the eyes of the predator flicker in the darkness. They look upon you with anger as the sunlight reflects off them. The creature doesn't move from the darkness. Clearly wishing to stay within the protection of the cavern walls rather then the opening of the forest. As it growls again you feel something unusual in the air. Something that doesn't match up with this beast and the creatures natural way of thinking. You know it would be fiercely territorial of its nesting place, but the beast do not attack. Why? (Skill roll away)  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>This was strange.  Well, not strange.  The ranger had understood that this wolf was a singular wolf, for he had not seen hide nor hair of another.  In this business, the ranger had to be confident in his perception of such an absence.  It was the difference between life and death.  But now, the ranger knew for certain that the wolf was luring him.  The ranger knew, in his heart of hearts, that it had not just been he and the one wolf alone.  It was imperceptible, but he knew.  He was being flanked.  He was being flanked by a pack of dire wolves.<br/><br/>There was not an instance to lose.  He bolted towards the closest tree, and quickly clambered up it, attempting to extricate himself from the ground with the utmost expediency.  Fighting one wolf alone was dangerous.  Fighting a pack of five or more was suicide.  Unless, of course, you climbed a tree.<br/><br/><b>OOC:</b><br/>The ranger has rolled a natural one on his climb check, for a total of 8.