Following a blood trail ultimately to where lay a dead deer. It had been butchered, crudely and by the same hand that had left 2 other deer in similar condition on the other side of the forest. Elero was concerned that the ecosystem was already in danger of over predation by the active amount of wolves and now poaching. Shaking his head, he spat to the ground. Looking off in the distance he saw a bear staring back at him for a few brief moments before retreating deeper into the west wood.
He knew the wolves would soon descend on the carcass, he was surprised he had beaten them here, normally a pack of wolves could cover up to a 50 square miles of patrolled territory. There were so many packs, the Druid had discovered four of them being led by worgs during his journey.
Casae, Geri, here,” the Shaman called into the evening air, it was not long soon after that the glowing red eyes of the worgs could be seen darting toward him. They greeted him as normal with rubbing their heads against his chest. Elero began to pray going through the motions he casted the ability to communicate better with his pack. “Alright you two, we've been stalking these Bandits for the last three days I think we'll make it to their camp shortly after nightfall. I want you to collect your brother and circle the camp, no one is escaping...” Both the worgs nod, he listened to them discuss their hunting tactics. He was shocked at how intelligent they were as an animal. Smart as some children.
Continuing their hike through the West Wood, over hill and through streams, the druid couldn't shake the feeling they were being watched. Out of the corner of his eyes he kept feeling like he was seeing the bear but every time he turned to see it, it had already disappeared. He felt like he kept seeing bears in the trees when they danced in the wind. He hoped these were good omens.
Ran began to ran progressively to a harsh down pour, night had fallen and darkness crept through. There were many predators hunting this eve. It was then that Elero had started to smell the smoke the Worgs had informed him about much earlier. They continued on for a bit longer when he could seem the flames dancing in the night air in the distance. The warm glow was a harsh contrast of the dark gloomy forest. Raising his hand to the air he gestured toward their camp, and the two worgs split up running around and encircling the camp. As he watched them run off his eyes were drawn to another bear off in the distance, he felt like he couldn't escape them. It was unnerving.
Walking toward the camp he knew what he had to do. He felt his beast unlocking it's self, the monster within that he struggled to contain at times. It felt different. His heart began pounding in his chest, he felt himself begin to progressively lose more and more detail, and eventually even their screams would become muted. He felt his body change, it was agony, but it only propelled him more toward his enemy. When the thunder clapped he dove into the foray, they were scattered around the fire, and their camp site some of them had already turned in. Their forward guard was their first to drop, with shout and cry, the crushing of his knee sent him falling to the forest floor. The second fell quickly as he had still be reeling from the sudden attack in the middle of the night. The spike of the warhammer was driven deeply into his heart, followed by a gutteral roar from his assailant.
One of the bandits stood up in fear backing up, holding his sword with a white knuckle grip. “What the hell are you!” he called out, when a bolt of lightning illuminated the scene. The bestial visage that had overcome the druid, as he unleashed his rage. The sight was enough for the bandit to scream out of run into the woods. The other bandits watched in horror as they heard a choked off scream as a severed arm was thrown back into the camp by one of the worgs. Roaring mightily into the forest, Elero and the worgs descended upon the bandits. As he found himself falling deeper and deeper into the blood lust his eyes linked with a bear off in the gloom, before he felt himself slowly slip out of consciousness and collapse.
