The Foe Gallery

Unidentified Past Monsters Mathew has Battled!

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werewolf

Evil vibrations led us to the woods. The deeper we went, the more convinced we became that something was stalking us. As night came on, we began to get glimpses of the beast, trailing us at a distance. Finally, tired of the cat and mouse game, we charged the beast, only to confront what we at first took to be a werewolf. And, of course, Mathew had left his silvered dagger at home, despite the fact that I had reminded him twice to bring it.

As it turns out, Mathew had an unreasoning fear of werewolves, based on a long history of watching horror movies as a child. So he turned tail and ran. We spent the night hiding in a cramped little cave. Mathew blocked the entry with rocks.

In the morning, it occurred to us that there had been no full moon in the sky, which seemed to suggest that the creature could not have been an actual werewolf. The truth of this possibility became painfully evident when we began to hear howling behind us and discovered that we were being pursued by a pack of wolf-like humanoids. Once again, Mathew began to run. Apparently, his fear is not so much specifically of werewolves as it is of shapeshifting creatures that can take the form of wolves.

Woods

Mathew ran until the beasts were right upon his heels. At that point, he scaled a tall tree with amazing agility for one so awkward, slow and heavy. Unfortunately, the were-creatures simply surrounded the tree and began trying to knock it down. They did not seem able to climb. From our precarious vantage, we counted nine of the beasts. Eventually, the tree was in such danger of falling that Mathew attempted to swing to the nearest tree via a hanging vine. I am told this is called, "Tarzan-style". Gravity was not his friend in this instance and the vine snapped.

Again, Mathew ran.

When fleeing in panic, one of the most likely end results is that you find yourself trapped in a blind alley and cornered by your foe. Such was the case for Mathew. The wolf-things closed in, snarling and dripping saliva from their yellowing fangs, and it looked as if the end might be near. But, acting on a tip from one of our advisors (Dan Jackson), I produced a super-high-frequency sound that pained the wolf-men. While they clutched at their ears in surprise, Mathew waded amongst them with his flaming sword, chopping off heads and setting furry pelts afire.

When all was said and done, the wolf-things were destroyed. Concerned lest there might be vulnerable were-wolf-monster pups lying unprotected in some nearby den, we followed our assailants' tracks back to their warren and searched it thoroughly. Apparently, this entire pack was male and we had slaughtered them all. We did find some interesting bits of treasure.

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