Cuttersbury - Trail towards Drych Lake
Now that was a test of endurance. Not so much physically, but mentally for them all. Moira for one didn't know how much more she could take, the vein in her forehead becoming all the more pronounced. She had already threatened Jett a couple of times to get him to zip it. However, as they finally approached the edge of what looked like a small valley, they knew they were close. The hint of a lake visible over the edge of the road, the telltale signs of carriage wheel marks in the road. The summit of the road revealed the spa itself - situated right on the edge of the large lake, and surrounded by trees much like the path they walked on. Quite noteably, they could see many potholes in it's vicinity as well.
Quite suddenly Marcus seemed to slow, tilting his head by the slightest fraction. To the newcomers of the group, this probably wasn't particularly noteworthy. But to those who knew, especially when Trixie similarly began twitching her nose...
click, click, click
The sound became audible to the rest of them one by one. A rhythmic clicking noise, although it sounded like more than one thing was making the sound. In fact, it sounded like many. Moira exchanged looks with the others, before slowly withdrawing her greatsword. Syed quite clearly swallowed nervously.
Wait, was the ground rumbling under them all? "What-?!" He stepped back, a small spark of electricity jumping from his temples. He looked around his eyes wide. They're here!
And just like that, the ground suddenly gave away from under the group entirely. While the drop was only a foot or two at most, their aggressors simultaniously leapt up from their underground tunnels, clicking their long, razor-sharp claws much like a human would click their fingers. And strangely enough many were wearing quite fashionable items of men's clothing, although their rocky spikes had ripped many holes in them. The monsters all simultaniously span on the spot and threw a pose. What on Ddeaer?!
The Varren quite easily outnumbered the Guilders, even in their larger group. They clashed their claws together and gnashed their teeth, before some of them jumped back into the ground through their newly formed tunnels. The others moved to attack, to slash, bite or throw rocks at the group.
Little did the Pride know, the area was littered with potholes and molehills. Those underground Varren could pop up anywhere.