The Yule Log RPG

[Huan]

The blazing arrows of the three Halflings had flown true. A number of wolves were ablaze and running about in panic. Others of the animals and birds were able to dash in and out among them striking blows. A couple of the wolves had already run off their tails tucked between their legs.

Birger had been able, too, to use his sling against the great beasts. He could not kill them, but he could irritate them no end with hard flung rocks to the heads and hindquarters. One wolf he had been especially lucky with – his flinty little missile had put out the beasts eye.

He could hear shouts coming up from the second story windows. Carr and Cook and several of the guests were calling for more water to put out the flames. There were many little puddles of oil on the grounds in the courtyard from the birds who had dropped their pouches of oil on the charging wolves. And some of the flames had crept near to the inn walls.

Birger could see that the Halflings and the others seemed to have the battle well in hand. He stuffed his sling in his pocket and crept back down to the attic and then down the short stairwell to the rooms where the others strove to put out the flames.

‘What can I do?’ he shouted to Carr as the man dumped a bucket of water down the outer wall of the building.

‘Fill the buckets, Birger,’ the older man shouted. The wolves are nearly routed, but now we need keep back the flames.

The boy picked up a number of buckets and ran down to the kitchen to fill them from the barrels there as fast as he could.