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them less conspicuously. But eventually Vandric, always
ready to protect helpless villagers, became suspicious of
the stories about a huge wolf that was frequently seen
leading packs northward. All it took was a trader’s tale of
seeing a wolf of that description turn into a man for Van-
dric to dispatch a detachment north to trail the wolf and
slay it.
The group is led by an aspiring young ranger in Van-
dric’s entourage who calls herself Cazpar the Giant-Killer.
Cazpar is eager and zealous but inexperienced. She has
been tracking the wolf for quite some distance and is con-
vinced that it is nearby, for the tracks are fresh. Actually,
she has lost the trail of Muldoon, who assumed bird form
to fly back for the next load of creatures. The young
ranger is now following the trail made last night by the
party’s werewolf (or by the werewolf that attacked their
camp last night, if the DM chose that option). Vandric‘s
men recognize PCs who have been to Cold Springs. They
consider the characters heroes in the anti-lycanthropy
campaign, and may even ask them to join in the hunt
(they need someone to hold all that wolfsbane, after
all. . . ).
Cazpar’s patrol approaches the clearing from the south
at a gallop. Cazpar has her sword out and is ready to leap
off of her horse and attack the wolf as soon as she sees it.
Give the players two rounds of action before the horse-
men enter the clearing-time to grab up a piece of cloth-
ing or a weapon, but not both. It’s also not enough time to
take proper cover, though a character can partially duck
behind a bush.
”This way! The filthy werewolf is hiding in here,”
cries a voice from the woods. Moments later, horsemen
in Vandric’s livery come thundering into the clearing.
The leader, a young woman of about eighteen, stops
her horse and scans the area carefully. ”Quiet, men. I
know it’s here. Be careful! Those lycanthropes are a
vicious lot. Stay together now. Don’t let it hear you.”
Cazpar is so intent upon finding the werewolf that at
first she barely notices the condition of anyone standing
in the clearing. If attacked, she and her men fight back
with enthusiasm, striking to kill with their silver weap-
ons, but they will break off combat if they recognize the
characters or the PCs call for a halt. Note that Cazpar is
fairly naive and will be highly embarrassed by the ap-
pearance of unclothed or partially clothed characters,
once she notices them. Her men, however, are more
worldly. Confronted with any nude female player charac-
ters they are bound to make a few earthy remarks; at the
very least, consider them distracted. Unsure how to han-
dle the situation, Cazpar will grow very angry with them,
in part to cover her own embarrassment.
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be quiet, not noticing their bruised and bloody state until
her examination of the area is finished or until someone
brings it to her attention. She dismounts and looks at the
ground to pick up the wolf tracks she has been following,
waving aside any characters who approach, declaring
that they will “disturb the spoor.” She finds what she’s
looking for (exactly whose tracks these are is up to the
DM) and points dramatically ”It went thataway!” (i. e., in
exactly the direction any werewolf PC took).
When that her examination is complete, she stands in
the center of the clearing and announces: ”This clearing is
now secure. Assume guard positions.” The fighters move
to the perimeter and take up evenly spaced positions
around the edge, facing outward, silver weapons glinting
in the morning light. Cazpar continues following the
tracks of the wolf (which, of course, lead straight into the
ravine to the spot where the werewolf PC was sleeping).
However, she becomes puzzled by the additional tracks
of any other were-animals, should different PCs suffer
from different types of lycanthropy (e.g., she may mutter
”Boars? Tigers? No, only one of each. Hmmm. A fox, too.
Very strange.”).
When Cazpar encounters any character, she issues a
stern warning: