The battle was happening within the huge storm. Rain and mud turned the forest floor into a churning mire where men, horses, and Direwolves clashed in chaos trying to kill each other.
The air was thick with steam and smoke from burning spells. The flashes of Magic lighting the fog and rain.
Bolts of fire streaked across the rain and sizzled hot as they met the downpour and exploded against the fur and flesh of the Direwolves.
The wolves howled in pain and anger, their bodies were hit by the spells before they died. Arrows laced with Magic tore through the air, spinning trails of energy that shredded through packs of Direwolves in wide arcs.
Despite the plan to stick together in a circle, the situation eventually forced them to split apart. One group of adventurers held their line on a slope. Their shields were locked and glowing with runes.
