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Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or associated characters (and unfortunately I get the feeling that this won't ever change)
Also, any resemblances between Greenland wind RPG and any existing RPG's are purely coincidental.
On with the story!
They readied their various weapons, and Jack motioning for silence, lead them into the jaws of the cave. A low growl gave them a milliseconds warning, as Owen cast his light spell, the team were suddenly able to see the half dozen wolves attacking them. They defended themselves, each suddenly cut off from the other by heaving, growling, snarling masses of wolves trying to tear their throats out.
Ianto fell backwards under the weight of one of the wolves he'd just killed, before finding himself in the face of second wolf, as the first vanished. There was a swish of metal and a soft thump as the now detached head of the wolf landed on his chest, and Jack whirled away, heading over to where Owen was fending off the attacks. Completely failing to heave to wolf remains off himself, Ianto jumped up, grabbed his sword and ran over to help Gwen, who was besieged by two particularly fierce looking and shaggy wolves. He quickly snuck up on them and dispatched them. Gwen mouthed thanks to him, and as a group, fuelled by their adrenalin they silently sped down the passageway, dispatching the smaller groups of wolves before they were noticed.
They headed deeper and deeper into the caves.
Back in the real world, Tosh peered into the dark tourist information office, before heading inside. She hadn't really been expecting to see Ianto there at this time of night, but it would have been nice to have a chat, some company before getting to work. That was probably her problem, she thought. Too much time and no one to talk to, share stories with, watch a movie and have a romantic meal. Owen was nice, but he was also dead, which was a slight- Ok maybe not so slight- drawback.
Tosh watched impassively as the front door ground back to reveal the hub.
"Hello!" she called out heading up the steps, wholly expecting Jack, or someone to appear and ask her why she was there. She stopped as she noticed several things
It was quite. Not just everyone's gone silent, silent, but the deeper more total; the worlds gone to sleep and you shouldn't be doing that silence.
No one had popped their head up to ask why she was there- ok so that was part of the silence but it was the presence of some else being there missing, not just their voice.
It was dark. If someone was there the lights would be on- actually they would probably be on if someone wasn't there.
Tosh was now thoroughly unnerved.
"Hello?" She looked around- still no reply. She opened her handbag and pulled out her gun. Ok so it shouldn't have been in there in the first place, but she lived in a flat on her own, and who knows what could happen? Pointing it ahead of her she started to head around towards her desk. Catching site of Gwens' desk she froze.
In the game, the four where nearly at the center of the caves, and fairly well off with armour, Ianto having picked some of the bigger chests, and spotted and disarmed some dangerous traps that the rest of the team would have triggered. They were all at full health and paused before the last door, which Ianto was busily unpicking. There was a satisfying clunk, and Jack gave him the signal and they burst in. The room had a lone wolf occupying it, the pack leader. It didn't attack them, but it growled at them.
Well to three of them it growled at them. To Gwen, whose skill as an animal friend allowed her to understand the wolf it said:
Why are you here? What do you want? Did the Hermit by the springs send you?
Talk topics:
Dalvine
Habitat
the Hermit
Snow
South
the springs
Gwen: South
Wolf: the plateau has frozen with snow and food is scarce. We have had to travel and hunt further south to find food so we can survive this cruel winter
Gwen: Dalvine
Wolf: Dalvine? We know little about man made towns, only that their inhabitants hunt us
Gwen: habitat
Wolf: My pack lives on the plateau, hunting and grazing up here. We rarely venture down, but this cold winter and the snow has forced the herds, our food, south.
Gwen: the Hermit
Wolf: the Hermit is an animal friend, and lives by the springs. He cares little for meat and recently has often talked about heading to Dalvine to find someone to help him restore the springs
Gwen: the springs
Wolf: the snow has frozen the springs, our main drinking hole! This has made survival much harder, and the herds have headed south, to newer pastures.
Gwen: snow
Wolf: Snow has frozen the springs and driven away the herds. It has caught and slowly killed wolves with it's cunning. It is wolfsbane, and many of us run from it
Gwen: Goodbye
Wolf: I am afraid, animal friend that I cannot let you go. One cannot ignore fresh meat when it walks so willingly into ones lair, especially with so many mouths to feed and a tight winter drawing in. Farewell animal friend.
And the wolf leapt.
Meanwhile, in the hub Tosh dashed over to the figure slumped at the desk.
"Gwen? Can you hear me Gwen?" No response. Tosh looked around to see if anyone else was there. There was no one. She had another look at what was defiantly the still silent form of Gwen, covered in a strange silvery substance. She slowly reached out to touch it…
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