Time is not on our side. Peace must be made soon or the whole woods will be awash in marauding werewolves, and the lodge will not be safe. Unlike the Orclands, which were contained in themselves, here too many innocents are at risk. This must be stopped.
Elkrunner suggests we go to the Stair and force a peace among the werewolf tribes. It is as good as any other idea. And my muscles ache for some exercise should the sword be needed instead of word and deed.
There was one skirmish we faced while traveling to the tower, but it was there we saw the madness that could set the woods ablaze. Hundreds of werewolves were fighting each other. Packs of different sizes and colors roam the battlefield and stuck out at each other. At the base of the tower, a contingent wolfman archers rained arrows on the field.
Since we were not the participants of this war, we were able to find cover near by. The tower rose high in to the sky. From our cover, Walter calculated that we could fold the planes to get up most of the tower. There is always an eerie coldness when we go through his plane foldings, but it gets us where we need to be. Best just to close your eyes and let the world change around you. Lest you see something staring back in between.
The landing was not perfect, but it seems the spirits had not ordained me to fall just yet. And so we ascended the stair.
At the top two werewolves were in debate. As they were here, I assumed them to be the leaders of their packs. I climbed up the platform to parley with them, but like most beasts of chaos, battle was a better solution.
I engaged the grey one and we struck hard at each other, though his speed was more than mine, I was able to keep standing. Walter was able to keep my wounds bound while I continued my onslaught. And it did not keep the grey one from biting me. Then the grey one turned on Walter and rendered him to pieces and threw his limp body over the top. With that Mordren raged and with fury matching the grey wolfs speed, struck at him with demonic passion.
While she dealt with the grey, I tried to subdue the red druid, but she escaped my grasp. Elkrunner flew in to pursuit, but I do not think she was able to take down the red druid.
Then I turned and saw it. The beast inside Mordren had taken over. I am not sure if it were demon or wolf, but I had seen this blood lust many times in my time in the Orc lands. In the past I have reveled in such display, but now only sadness.