NPC - Wolves of the Flanaess

NPC - Wolves of the Flanaess

Araetha (Wolf)[NPC]

DRG#292 - 101

Arbaen (Wolf)[NPC]

DRG#292 - 101

Automaton, Wolf [MON]

WGR3 - 48,50,54,55

Bez (Winter Wolf)[NPC]

GDQ - 33

Destron, Elverd (Sea Wolf)[NPC]

LOG - 20

Dimble (Wolf)[NPC]

DRG#253 - 43

Dinges (Wolf)[NPC]

DRG#253 - 43

Fenris Wolf (Norse)[Deity][MON]

RTOH - 98

Harquan (Wolf)[NPC]
DRG#208 - 58

IVID

Hoff (Winter Wolf)[NPC]

ATG - 59

Rebez (Winter Wolf)[NPC]

GDQ - 33

Sin-swithel (Wolfwere)[NPC]

DUN#53 - 33,34,35,36

Snarla (Werewolf)[M7][NPC]
RWPM  - 32
S2 - 5

        S2E - 8

Splot (Wolf)[NPC]

T1-4 - 81

Wolf (War Dog)[NPC]

L2 - 5

Wyst (Wolf)[NPC]

        RT1-4 - 16

NPC - Fritha Wolfhealer

NPC - Fritha Wolfhealer

Fritha is a Fruz druidess. She has traveled south because of a dream-vision to the lands of Verbobonc. The wilds are her home though the great warmth has taken some getting used to. On her travels she has avoided most human and demi-humankind though she has had some interaction with rangers and sylvan elves as well as other druids.

She is a moderately powerful druidess but has a special affinity with wolves. No wolf will attack her and should any attempt top harm her in their presence they will defend her with their lives.

A patrol of goblin wolfriders who have recently invaded the viscounty discovered this in a rather fatal way when they set upon the lone druidess in the woodland near Nulb. Their own mounts turned upon the goblins and tore the surprised little grenskins to pieces.  Now  dozen of these wolves accompamies Fritha as travels toward her goal somewhere in the Kron Hills.

Inspiring Illustrations - A Plague of Wolves & Ravens

7) A Plague of Wolves & Ravens

Across the wastes of Hyperborea a lone figure emerges. Swathed in robes no one can say if this be a man or a woman. The figure appears in the distance and a blackness seems to hover near them; and the ravens come. But then the earth seems to move like a wave around this silent pilgrim and the wolves lope by. Hundreds of them.

They are a killing, scavenging plague that sweeps across the land. All creatures flee before it. Entire villages are decimated by it with scant few survivors who hid in attic or cellar, barricaded against this unstoppable menace.  They are an army and they are winning their war against mankind. They think as an army thinks. They run when a power greater than theirs opposes them. They attack when their opponents are weak. They conquer, but leave only well picked and gnawed bones behind them.