Everything was wet, the cave walls glistened as the torch flickered lazily. They were trying their level best to be as stealthy as possible moving deeper in. The task had been simple, track down whatever had killed three of Mr. Jensen's finest cows and abducted his daughter. In return, they would receive his life savings of 10 gold and an enchanted dagger. Not the biggest reward Davina admitted to herself, but the real prize lay ahead deeper in the cave. As these things go, the evidence had led the party to believe that the culprit was a farmhand that had been hired recently. One that appeared to be a werewolf, the hide, bones, and blood of which was worth its weight in silver, according to Harrod.
The elf scarred her at times, the archer had a bad tendency to show up silently in places you wouldn't expect. Infuriating considering sneaking was her job, a strange occupation for a human, or at least that is what Brolgram insisted, he was one to talk, being a dwarven cleric and resident medic. It was no less strange than the man who was leading the charge into the cave, a mountain of bare muscled flesh was all she could see in front of her leading them ever deeper into the cave. The strange human berzerker went by the name Goliath, Bald standing a good 2 heads taller than Davina, he led the charge into many battles and saved all of them more than once.
Truth be told things had been a bit, well tense between the mountain of a man and the rogue. After their last mission, Davina had been sharpening her skills, sneaking around their favorite tavern the Gilded Boar, a bit of a habit of hers. She would set up harmless traps and pranks in several areas in and around the tavern then after the next mission she would find them to disarm them. Then set new traps again while remaining completely undetected by the guests and staff alike. This had caused any number of issues with the tavern and often cut into their earnings as Harrod now had to pay what the owner had dubbed an annoyance premium. During her latest excursion around the tavern, she had come upon the hot spring in the back surprising a grumpy and naked Goliath.
She wouldn't admit it in public but in her private thoughts, at night when hopefully nobody could hear the muffled moans she thought hard about that view. His broad chest glistened in the moonlight as water cascaded down his broad muscled chest. Arms the size of her fist, thighs to die for, and a perfect ass to round it off. Not to mention a nicely shaped dick, but she hoped it was a grower. He was what her sister would have described as yummy, and she wanted to take a bite.
However, this encounter was a bit different in Goliath's eyes. To hear him tell it he had stood up from his bath after hearing someone approach. He had seen a menacing figure in the dark, so decided to apprehend the potential assassin. Lunging forward into the cold he managed to get his hands on Davina, who was according to Harrod perving out. Davina had a hard time meeting Goliath's gaze ever since. However, her gaze always seemed to find his shapely ass.
Which was making some interesting movements as he carefully climbed up the path. Getting to the top of the hill he looked down into the inky blackness of the cave, then motioned towards Davina. Davina walked forward handing everyone her version of the night vision potion. A nice little number she had dreamt up after a particularly badly botched attempt at robbing a noble's coffers. It didn't allow you to see as far as other night vision potions but it didn't blind you if someone say, throws a torch directly in your eyes. As the party downed the potion, the shadows lightened allowing them to finally see shapes in the darkness.
The rest of the party made it to the top of the hill and looked down at the den below. The creature had made itself at home, bits of stolen laundry and lumber were strewn about the place tied together with clumsy knots. Piles of shinier objects could be seen through the holes in some of the old cloth. There were piles of what looked like ingots in one corner but more important was what stood in the makeshift pen on the left. Through a large hole in a brightly colored red and white checkered picnic cloth, she could just barely make out the unmistakable shape of a cow. Well, it looked like the creature hadn't eaten all the livestock, this was a good sign for the Farmer, a bad sign for the party. Makeshift shelter and clear forethought to store food showed signs of intelligence. Even if this was a werewolf this one managed to keep hold of some of its senses. Werewolves were tricky prey, to begin with, but one that could potentially strategize, that was a headache.
The party moved cautiously forward, on the lookout for any sign of movement. But to their collective frustration, it seemed the nest was empty for the moment. It didn't matter they all knew what their roles were. They quickly found the best positions possible. Brolgram found a nice pile of clothes that his small frame would blend into. Harrod found a perfect spot above them to hide with a perfect view of the cave. Goliath stood out in the center of the nest in an attempt to direct as much attention as possible to himself. Davina found a spot by the cows, with a very nice view of Goliath. If she was going to be waiting for a while she might as well take some mental images of goliath for later.
She ogled Goliath as he readied himself for the coming battle. Muscles rippled along his back as he fixed himself in place. She could see his ass flex as he moved his broadsword from one hand to another. She wanted to touch every inch of his body. Maybe even take a bite out of that perfect ass.
She shook her head clearing it and shuffling horny fantasies away for a later date. They could all hear the soft protests of an injured animal, the time for being hot and bothered was over. It was time to be silent and dangerous. Davina crouched down low poisoned silver dagger in hand melding into the shadows. She could make out the soft steps of the Werewolf as it drew closer. It sounded confident on its home turf, with assured steps noisier than when stalking prey. Hopefully, its confidence could be used against it. At the edge of her vision, the werewolf crested the hill to come to an abrupt standstill.
It was just as they had imagined, the black fur with a stripe of white down the center of its snout. Larger than a normal wolf standing on its two hind legs, its teeth sharp as any predator shone dully as it sniffed the air openmouthed. Bright green eyes snapped open to lock directly on Goliath who readied his broadsword. In a flash of movement, the day's meal was abandoned in favor of more hearty prey. It ran full speed at what it thought was the sole intruder in its territory. Claws first with a mighty swipe, aiming for the jugular.
Goliath roared as he spun into the blow grabbing the creature by its paw and swinging it into the floor knocking the air out of the creature. One two three full-bodied punches from goliath landed heavily on its head bloodying the creature. Goliath dodged to the side letting two shots from Harrod land deeply in the eyes of the creature lodging into its skull. The werewolf screamed in pain swiping at Goliath blindly. It tried to get up, trying in vain to preserve what was left of its life. Already its healing factor was kicking in as it ripped the arrows out eyeballs and all. Blood was clotting and it started walking straighter but unfortunately, it walked straight into Davina. She grinned waving a cheery hello, eliciting an open-mouthed scream in her face. She promptly took advantage of reaching into the creature's gullet to quickly stab up and into its brain with her poisoned silver dagger. She jumped away quickly as the thing snapped its jaw shut, falling to the floor dead.
Goliath laid a hand on Davina's shoulder, she looked up into his eyes smiling evilly.
"Good job."
