A dnd game was set up a while back, using roll20. Here, is the story so far. The wind flew briskly through the air, as the group stay close to the path, en route, to a supposed group of ruins. Magical artifacts was the trade, and that's how the groups money, was made. The group consisted of a dwarf, a druid man, his name, "Tag". He was the smartest of the party, and with him, walked a dog. A celestial being, he had befriended, through way of wisdom, and care for animals. Next was a Half Orc, a fighter, his name, "Gusnar". Clad in hide armor, and a steel shield, he walked with fists made of iron. Then came the elf, a ranger, his name, "Celahir" was his name. He was the group archer, bow in hand . Up next, was a Human Noble, a paladin, his name "Sir Henry". Armored up, equipped with a beautiful longsword, ready for fighting, whatever it may be. Finally, "Sleape" the sorcerer elf. Resident sweet talker, and fellow healer, next to Tag the druid. With spells in hand, he gave good help to the group. Suddenly the driver stopped the caravan, Henry swaying with the stop, the rest of the part, stopping their walking. "Why the stop?" Celahir asked within moments, Henry speaking in agreement of the elf. "Something spooked the horses." the man at front said, looking to the group. "We outta stop anyways, the horses could go wild if we continue." he said again, preparing the horses now. "Its been a long trip, we could all use some rest." Henry said, stepping off of the caravan. "You? Need rest? What is this a joke?" said Gusnar, with a huff, "You rode in the caravan the whole time!" he said, laying out his bedroom, and taking a swig from his drink. "I need to maintain my energy, you ogre, I am defending the group." Henry said, surveying the landscape. Tag and Atlas, his dog, sat idle, as the two snickered. Sleape was already getting his tent set up and ready, so he could get rest. The moment it was up, he was inside. "We outta check out what's going on." said Celahir, as he and Henry walked across the small Ford, that had been the stopping point of the horses. "Are you women gonna stay over there and sleep whilst we men protect you or WHAT?" said Henry, instantly sparking comeback from Gusnar, "WOMAN? Y'bastard! I'm protectin you ere!" Gusnar went, instantly darting across the river. The gang sat, for a few moments, waiting for something to happen. Gusnar climbed a tree. Though it was hard the first time, due to his large body, after a little bit of work he quickly bested the tree, and hid within its branches, unseeable. Soon the ranger had spotted tracks. Wolf tracks. Most small, normal sized, but one extremely large. They pondered for a moment, as the half orc sat in the tree. "Wolves." said Gusnar. "I hear them." he said from his perch. "Well... Thanks I guess" said Henry, calling Tag over. As soon as the dwarf, was there Henry howled, getting the wolves attention. The sounds stopped, and nothing was happening. Suddenly a wolf emerged from the treeline, grabbing Henry by his arm. "Agh! Get it off!" he shouted, as the Orc jumped out of the tree, sprining into action. Ooonly to fall on his face. With only a second to react he grabbed the animal by the leg, whilst still on the ground, and yanked it in close, bear hugging it, in an attempt to kill it. Quickly the Paladin slashed at the wolf, grazing it only, drawing very little blood from the beast. Next a second wolf came from the trees, attacking the orc alongside it's bretheren, chomping on hm. As fast as possible, the ranger attempted to fire an arrow, missing, stabbing the half orc in the shoulder. Luckily only a grazing blow! With that, Tag cast a spell on Gusnar, healing his wounds! Withing a few moments, the wolf broke free of the half orc, and limped away, the dwarves animal lover rooting for it to escape. The half orc now enraged, shouted out, as he grabbed the next closes wolf by the head, violently engaging combat. "God damn you you ogreish bastard!" shouted Henry, only further angering the half orc. Henry then swung his sword, scraping a wolf, putting a bald spot on it's back, but ultimately doing nothing. Suddenly, a larger wolf trotted from the shadows, barking with a burning hatred. Tag and Celahir quickly attempting to calm the beast. By now, Sleape had heard what was going on, and darted from his tent across the Ford, to join the fray. The druid spoke to the wolf, and it quickly began speaking common. Twas a bit strange, but it spoke such fluently. "GET THE OGRE OFF MY KIN!" it barked, pointing it's nose out. "NOW!". To this Gusnar pulled off the injured wolf, dusting himself off, angered, grunting. "Idiotic ogre, such a wild beast." said Henry, pulling a pair of cuffs from his bag. "I WANT THE ORC DEAD!" screamed the dire wolf, Tag and Cela, slowly closing in, hoping to speak to the wolf. Sleap, tending to Henry and Gusnar, as well as Atlas. "Lets calm down here. The ogre was just fighting back." said Tag, "HALF ORC!" shouted Gusnar. Trust me, I'll keep the beastly ogre chained up." said Henry, waving his cuffs. The half orc then turned, before being tripped by the wolf. Henry immediately tried to cuff him, messing up. The 9rc shot to his feet, his eyes twitching slightly, he cocked his head, and grinned, as he shot a hand forward, hitting the man in the chest with a deafening blow. The human fell backward, barely managing to catch himself. "Wha..." he said quietly unsure of what'd happened. "I am done Here." said Gusnar, walking back to camp. Tag and Celahir, quickly trying to speak with the beastly Dire wolf, in till it left tired of the group. Sleape and Tag would then turn, healing the members 9f the group, bandaging wounds and fixing everybody up. Then they would simply return to camp, awaiting the next day. Hoping it wouldn't be as fucky as the first.