I guess this minor and little detailed fan fiction might answer some of how you might kill Drisst and his band of uber-companions... I wrote it specifically for your post and some of the names might be off a little as I don't have the books to reference this right at hand... Keep in mind it is not my best work either but I did place some effort into it and it was interesting trying to dramatically kill off these characters!
Spoilers present however so read only if you have no desire to read the series of novels or are more or less already informed.
Wulfgar had stared death in the face, and felt the sting of hells tortures, yet he only found upon his return that his beloved Cattibrie had formed a relationship with Drisst in his absence. The rift eventually grew between him and his friends and his tortured mind caused him to emotionally and sometimes violently lash out. After a lengthy separation from each other to try and find his place in the world he eventually joined them once more in their journeys having acquired a wife and adopted daughter. Bruenor and Regis are keen friends as well and while they are willing to do good and Bruenor as a reluctant dwarven king longs for adventure, Regis as most halflings only wishes he and his friends might have a peaceful life. Still battle came and the days of Obould Many Arrows conquests brought conflict and strife to the region. At the time unbeknownst to him Wulfgar lost his wife Delly to both jelousy and to the determined manipulations of Cattibrie's combat hungry sentient sword Khasiedha as she was compelled to leave with their daughter and the blade and then eventually slain when goaded into battle by it's dominating will. Fortunately she handed off their adopted child Colison to a fleeing refugee before said battle happened.
Wulfgar of course after hearing of the news of her disappearance ran off to find her and the child, but the fog of the morning seemed to lead him in circles. It was by fortunate coincidence it seemed that he and his friends should meet on the road most of them however confused by the turn of events as they had been headed away from each other to different objectives.
While traveling it was a matter of minutes before they discovered the change to the terrain more severe, and but only the next day when they stumbled into the town of Burgovista to find the change of perhaps their entire place in the cosmos.
Journeying across what they learned was called the Core for a while they followed as best the signs and clues of Wulfgars missing wife and child. It however was not as united a front in the group as it would seem. After several weeks unlike the guilt ridden Wulfgar the others could not help but be more concerned about the fate of the homeland they had unintentionally left behind as it was at war and without them to help. They spread several rumors and suggestions of planer travel and other things considered mad by most folk, but it did them little good even as they preformed good deeds and heroics. Wulfgar however spoke to any who would listen telling anyone about his wife and daughter, and following almost any lead no matter how unlikely.
Bruenor was always up for adventure but his people were dying. Thus each such adventure became a frustrating distraction to his getting back. His son was suffering and for a time he was able to put on a concern for Wulfgar's want to find his wife and child but locating them became difficult as the trail became cold and it became harder to do but he persevered even when he believed that they were back in home.
Regis having only the safety of the others in mind but also the softest was shocked by the level of evil they continued to run into. The level of corruption he observed in most instances made him almost wish for the days of his service as a thief to Pasha Pook. Still he was more than able to keep up with such evil but his humor was being drained and it hurt him to return to such cynicism.
Drisst having little in his life of acceptance beyond what reputation of his good deeds had brought him, found himself once more at odds as the people of this world seemed to reject him almost by rote. He thought to prove his value, and while some success was made, it ultimately was tempered by the fact that the more attention for good deeds they received the more corruption they came against. As the group during such travels they wandered into Tepest and Falkovnia, and it brought a darkness back into his soul that he struggled to fight as once more he had to hide himself based solely on his race. It was made all the harder as the generality of the hatred and bigotry affected his friends and several times he was tempted to try and "free" the land of such horrid ideas. If not for his companion Guen, and also his further growing relationship to Cattibrie he might have lost sight of his ideals more than once. Still Guen was also a cause for concern as the cat once summon could not seem to return back to the realm that was her home. Only once had it happened before but when the sickness of the previous time never came a strange note of the difference of this world brought little comfort. If Guen died here would she recover for the cat had suffer grievous wounds before but the magical nature of her composition was something of a safety net. That net was gone and it worried him. Still he tried to keep the spirit of his years of experience bright and even grew to enjoy the love that he felt for Cattibrie who had become more than a simple friend to him after much of their wanderings.
Cattibrie was for as much as the others quite frightened for her homeland and had more than some concern for the man who was once a former fiance and had been as close as a brother for much of her life. She found herself once more playing the peace maker for much of their journey, and while her spirits dampened some as well she found that Drisst's slight distance was closing some. She would not deny him or her to protect Wulfgar but she also would not destroy the man in his crushed state and the continued strain of this balance was hard to maintain.
Time passed and while the others began to turn their sights toward escape of this dread land Wulfgar became consumed with guilt over his failure to find those he cared about. Each time he asked he heard tales of someone matching his wife and or child's description it turned out to be a different person entirely. Horror's and fear assaulted them all but the already once before wounded mind of the barbarian warrior giant battled laboriously. Every fallen victim he tried to save in this terrible place brought back his failure. His wrath erupted at any delay and he threatened and inflicted violence on any he suspected promising himself a reproach for his resorting to such actions as justification. His time being tortured by Errutu flashing back to him, and the presence of his previous love and her new love eroded his stability further. The nightmares returned and he swore he could hear the taunts and feel the fire, and ripping claws upon his flesh once more. Drink once more became his escape but it was intermittent as his will would not let him collapse before he had redeemed himself and saved those he held dear.
It was this and the prompting of one other force that finally brought the groups building tensions to a head. Upon reaching Kartakass after a long time in this misty land the others had unwillingly followed Wulfgar once more, on another possible lead if only out of a concern for his his safety as he became reckless. Drisst and he had begun to argue once more and the source was quite obvious as he had refused to speak to Cattibrie for a while now.
Bruenor was furious that his son had faltered once more back into his self destructive tendencies. He began to push and bluster trying to argue his son back into the man he knew he was but the abrasive dwarven father could only do so much. He knew he was stronger but he also knew what it was to have the endurance of such struggles constantly be re tested and saw the pain of the old wounds.
Regis was lost in more than the physical sense he shared with the others. His past thoughts of peace and a return to comfort had become almost vain hopes. Only the slimmest rays of light were left that their home still stood or even that he and the others would once more find the comfort he could only enjoy off the road back in their land.
Cattibrie's pleasant humor had also worn thin but she maintained in the face of it in such adversity before and it was aided in the brief and seldom unspoiled times her and Drisst came closer together. Wulfgar's jealous and somewhat self centered anger however were becoming tiresome and like the rest of the group it was becoming clear that action needed to be take soon or they would lose him and perhaps all hope for Mythril Hall's continued existence.
It was in the night that Wulfgar having argued with Drisst and nearly turned to his great war hammer that he stormed from camp to find solace and comfort in solitude. Finding instead the sound of someone moving haphazardly in the forest he came to see the source. The woman's long raven hair and feminine figure were in stark contrast to the male attire, and more adventurous gear she carried, but the many wounds and dirty attire made her seem fragile. She seemed startled by his sudden appearance behind her, and yet when they faced each other she soon showed signs of comprehension. With much urgency she asked if he was called Wulfgar, and he while surprised at being recognized was quick to answer. She spoke to him and began to speak that a local band of thugs had captured a woman and child on the road, and having heard the tale from them she had narrowly escaped with this news. It was only a happy accident that she met him and she told that her pursuers would most likely sell or kill them soon and that they were in Skald and made base in the Old Kartakan Inn and Taverna.
Being sorely tempted to believe her he began asking details of what woman, and when Delly and Colison were named and describe in some detail he lost what little reservation he had left. He took her by the hand and near dragged her back to the camp assuring her that she would be protected and safe amongst him and his friends. He was almost unable to control himself when he arrived demanding action, trying to convince them of her tale.
They listened and yet this story set them at a guard, for such providence of this woman finding them seemed highly suspicious. Regis began watching her intently while Drisst and Cattibrie were hesitant to move rashly once more on another rumor. Bruenor for the first time in a while was more or less roused as he hoped to end this madness in his son once and for all. Wulfgar came to a head with the others and the argument was quite heated. Finally Drisst and Wulfgar were halted from out and out combat when Cattibrie suggested they at least check as they were headed to Skald in any case.
All the while the woman who introduced herself as Kharon was quite nervous and seemed to be unsure of these so called adventuring heroes.
Regis watched her with great interest... It was only as they were traveling to Skald did he speak to Drisst hoping to voice his fears. He had seen the woman's body language, and even heard her tone and while they had matched her apparent state of mind and condition, to the trained rogue it seemed as if she were simply playing the part. He suspected a trap but he also feared that he was perhaps wrong and just overly suspicious from his time in these awful lands. Drisst had his suspicions as the woman appeared to move with more than a passing combat grace. She seemed more than capable of taking on simple thugs...
This caused him to once more step forward and stop Wulfgar trying to point out the concerns of the others and himself. The debate was quite animated from all sides and each of them questioned and asked for words... Wulfgar however was unwilling to hear it and finally a full on battle did erupt between the two. Drisst fought defensively however and the battle raged often delaying the barbarian and bringing out his full rage.
As his friends came forward to stop him he began to swing at all of them and shouted for the desperate need for haste. They however soon began to try and surround the Kharon and began to demand that she tell them the truth. Wulfgar set to work attempting to protect her from his friends threatening them in return. Left at an impasse Wulfgar sprang forward and delivered pounding sweeps knocking them to the defensive.
Cattibrie taking a blow early was knocked unconscious trying in vain to repair the situation. However once she dropped it was then that Drisst began to attack trying to put the barbarian he had help raise and train back on his heels. Bruenor seeing his family beginning to collapse once more rushed in as well placing Wulfgar into a worse position. Regis drew his mace hoping to defend himself, and find an opening to stop their maddened friend. Their combined assault knocked the man to his knees and swift but well timed blows disarmed him and distracted his swings. He spends the rest of his time measuring his strikes to keep them from passing striking his companions and receiving small wounds and bruses in return, hearing the same arguments as before.
The fight eventually stopped and Wulfgar stood between them and her still, carrying more guilt within him but also the same righteous indignation as he was doing what was right, he grabbed what was his and ignoring the protests of his 'misguided' friends sets off with Kharon alone saying only that it is time they part.
Kharon tells him that they must hurry, and that she was surprised to see such discord from such a famous group of adventurers...
As he and the others watch Drisst decides that he along with Guen will follow Wulfgar and confirms the others should catch up when Cattibrie wakes from the blow. Drisst unhappy to leave his love in such a state is however quick and while he is watching he cannot help but noticing that disturbingly the large wolves spoken of to be in these woods have followed them to the boarder of the town. One howls quite loudly and from his view he watches as even Wulfgar notices but only in a distracted sense...
Wulfgar has been more aware than Drisst realizes and catches sign that the drow has followed him... As long as he does not stop him he cares little and continues on and yet he becomes more distracted as the buildings come into view. Soon he would have his answers, or he would again find it had all been a lie of his desperation and circumstance.
Arriving in Skald he heads directly to the inn, but when Kharon refuses to place herself in such danger again he frustratedly demands she tell him all she knows... She complies seemingly scared and says that she wishes him success, but refuses any demand to enter with him... Wulfgar holds his anger in check realizing that it would be wrong to ask her this and stays his hand from striking the woman...
Once in the village proper, even moving through the streets after the two the feel of the predators still hangs in Drisst's mind and only the suspicious stares he catches from few civilians still oddly about he passes concerns him. He watches them and yet his gaze is mostly on his friend and the supposed woman aiding them here and now. It leaves him surprised when the towering man turns on this woman, and even catches some of hints Regis saw of the woman's possible falsehood to them. When they separate he is tempted to follow her and yet Wulfgar is moving with all speed toward the Inn a determined stride and Hammer already in hand... Looking back to her he sees her depart somewhat less shaky and it confirms his opinion of her in his mind... Speaking to his darling Guenevere he tells her to follow the woman but to only watch her and come to him when she has settled somewhere. Proceeding into the open he speaks at Wulfgar to stop his movement, only wishing to tell him and yet the massive warrior turns quite frustrated. Drisst lectures that it is a trap and that but waiting a moment for their friends would be better, and while he agrees he is also impatient. The previous delays and the combat left him still sour and it is hardly but a few moments when he dismisses his drow friends claims and ignoring his pleas turns once more to enter the building. Drisst frustrated now as well then debates his next actions within eyesight of the Inn as his deluded friend enters and hopes the others are aware of the danger waiting to meet them on the road in. As the moments pass he is surprised to hear no sounds of combat come from the Inn and wonders if he should enter after him to aid.
The others soon revive Cattibrie and begin to follow the road to town, angry and frustrated beyond measure at Wulfgars stubborn refusal of their concern but cautious at the sound of the howl from the forest... Regis rumbles along hoping to bring some plan to stop the barbarian from being killed by his foolishness... He knew a trap when he saw it but was not sure of the experience of Kharon or her particular associates. Still they had battled many foes, and even the Drow of Menzoberanazan... He was only concerned that this would push him further away should he find it nothing but a lie. Bruenor is completely in his determined father mode, and one way or the other he will see his son back in the realms and perhaps there they would find the truth of his wife's disappearance. Cattibrie despite a sense of foreboding was also sure that it was time they either came together or break apart and she was sure they would pull Wulfgar back once more.
Conflict erupts on three fronts when Guen watches the woman turn a corner and jumping from her perch on the house across the street she finds only a man with the same scent waiting for her. Her gaze meets his and she feels compelled to come toward him, at which time he speaks and the soft words tell her to go and find a rather dark skinned fellow and take care of him. Not knowing she had resisted such before the request instantly brings her will back into focus and she simply sits by and waits for him to become angered, and the view of his eye behind the strange glass circle shows it does. The howls of such are keen in the woods and she wishes to dash away and help as they seem to be drawing closer into the town but at a single word from his lips she freezes... He cannot make her kill her dear friend and companion, but he will make her listen as such comes to pass by others claws and teeth...
Drisst is stopped in his advance to the door by the sudden appearance of several people who are out rather late when the rest of the town seems quite asleep... These people begin to encircle him and it seems that each such movement he would make to evade them is blocked. His unnerved feelings are confirmed when they draw crossbows and he takes cover evading the shots. Only out of the corner of his eye does he see as a form darts from a nearby alley its wolfs muzzle bared showing pointed teeth and furry humanoid frame quite big rush to rend him apart shocking him to readiness.
The others still walking the road begin to hear the sounds of some haunting melody on the road just within sight of the town, and they struggle as their eyes become heavy... The rustling leaves and the rushing movements of the large wolves become a second source of encouragement as they fight to stay awake... Back to back they fight as the hulking wolves finally burst from the tree line leaving little else to mind.
Only Wulfgar finds no conflict as he enters the Inn... It is empty of anyone though several of the candles and lanterns are lit, and the smells of food and even pipe smoke are still prevalent in the air... Suspicious of the situation he continues forward even though the doubt of it all comes to his heart... Finding nothing topside he notices oddly that the trap door to the cellar which would normally be hidden under a rug is the last place to be checked and it was where Kharon claimed to have escaped from... Seeing little other choice he wanders down the stairs into the darkened underside with only the hope for an end to his tortured quest and the safe recovery of his loved ones.
The flamboyant man smiles to the panther that was even now fighting his will, and begins to walk toward the sounds of conflict, a mental command forcing her to follow at his side... Several dogs slowly join silently with them not barking or making sounds beyond the norm. Looking down the alley Guen can see the shadow play across the street and strains to try and get to the scene of the fight as the familiar sounds and scent of her true companion and friend Drisst echo from the street. There however is only the sudden dread as she is forced to look up into the coldly vicious smile of the man when he looks down and the dogs having circled her, she hears in her head and must obey the demand that she lay vulnerable before them, and he then proceeds to walk away as the dogs growling menacingly advance on her...
Drisst meanwhile battles loudly surprised at the lack of attention that is being drawn to the battle, but he has so far avoided the claws of the beast. Still for all his skill the constant hail of bolts skim his armor and skin and the tiny nicks his magical blades leave in the hide of the creature will take forever to fell it. He begins to maneuver himself to rush the archers, but it is then that another half wolf monstrosity rushes from the sidelines almost blind siding him and forcing him back into the killing circle. Constant movements are tiring and only the desperate use of his innate calling of darkness buys him a reprieve, letting him dash in to get at perhaps the more vulnerable targets. It is to his shock when the growling sounds erupt from the sphere of black and he now knows the nature of these beasts, in that they are werewolves by his mind and that the tales of such frighten him from more than a speedy retreat. His ears disturbed by the soon following creatures, he barely hears the sounds of Guen whimpering as perhaps she met some of the creatures and is sorely pressed. He turns as best he can to reach her, but hears the pursuing doom behind him closing in after the confusing distraction...
Cattibrie brings Taurilmaril to her front bringing yet another glowing arrow into existence and fires into the brush, drawing a yelp from the beast, as turns from it's advance... The numbers of the beasts surrounding them are shocking and she fears their tactics at trying to harass them first. Bruenor however charges and swings his Axe mightily and often at any that emerge slowly forcing the others to move with him as he forces them down the road. Only when one of the things distracts him and another knocks him to his back does he seriously defend but even then he throws desperate punches into the beasts head as it try to get its jaws past his shield to his throat. Regis severely out sized takes on the distracted creature swinging his mace to the back of the huge skull of the wolf, and with a crack he staggers it allowing Bruenor to push the thing aside. The dwarven king rising turns to give acknowledgment of thanks but midway his words change to a warning as one of the creatures grasps poor Rumblebelly by the arm and drags him screaming away... Cattibrie turns to the sound and begins firing hitting the flank of the beast often and yet she is forced to turn and draw her blade as others advance... Bruenor charges after even though the sounds are fading fast and with the formation sundered Cattibrie must follow or be overwhelmed... The sounds of her fathers battle ahead tell her that perhaps she slowed the wolf enough to give Regis a chance though the halflings voice does not ring out even in pain.
Wulfgar staggers a bit having opened another trap door only to be assaulted by the overwhelming smell of death... Fresh death... He however leaps down and rushes through shining the borrowed lantern around quickly. It is here that he finds several cages filled with corpses of people in savaged condition... He cannot see what is about clearly and his hammer makes short work of the doors barring his path... Each cage he searches he digs frantically through the dead hoping to find some sign of his wife and child, hoping that they live, and also that if they died it was not unkind. Only after so many minutes and so much failure does he make it to the final cell and it is in the corner of this that he finds two forms. One he believes is a woman, but her remains are covered with marks as if savaged by some wild animal, and the other may have been a small child dragged from the protective grip of the dead woman but the gore of what is left is too little to identify. It is only the matching color of her hair and the ring on the woman's finger that confirms his fears... It was Delly's wedding band... The horror of it all is worse than any physical blow, and he is left staring at the bodies and his final failure brought to his eyes fully... When his mind finally allows him to grip what has happened he notes with a cold detachment he has never felt before that this had happened but perhaps a few moments previous... The Inn above had been abandoned in a hurry... How had they known he would come...
Drisst arrives to find several hounds mauling Guen and the hunter within him flies into action his skillful blade work ripping the creatures throats and piercing their ribs... The advancing creatures from behind fire and some of the bolts find purchase while he ducks the swipe of bestial claws. His heart races as a second claw rips his skin below his back but also in his rotation and the multiple strikes that shred and brake the creatures face blinding and dazing the thing. Guen unable to move lays there with only the slightest of movements, and the fear that the horrid man thing might return but tempered by the relief in the blurred image that Drisst had arrived...
Bruenor pulling Regis onto his shoulder ignores the wounds from the wolfs jaws and turns to meet his daughter still firing back into the forest. Together they dash through the trees and hit the towns boarder noting the distinct lack of guards men anywhere. Regis fades in and out but he spies from behind them a shine of a monocle on a silhouette in the darkness, though he falls back into unconsciousness before he can speak... Cattibrie leads the charge taking a bolt to the shoulder, but opposing archers are over matched by her skill, firing glowing bolts. It is however as another wolf howl echos that they round the corner and find Drisst battling the half wolf creatures, who disengage, only to be cut and shot repeatedly in making good their escape...
Drisst only stops himself from pursuit to examine Guen and it is with a heavy heart that he sees her in such a state now. Normally this would be nothing for her to recover from but she lays here dying despite such, unable to return to the one place that would save her life. Kneeling he places her head in his hand and begins to openly weep speaking comfort and encouragement trying to forestall what his knowledge of combat wounds has told him is inevitable. Cattibrie holds the man she loves from behind and he only acknowledges it slightly, taking so little comfort from what is in front of him but she hopes that he will hold onto the good Gwen had brought to his life... Bruenor watches hardening himself to the loss as they may be in danger still knowing that later he will grieve but seeing that his friend would not be moved till it was over. Regis leaning against the nearby wall sees enough to let his eyes shine with tears of more than pain from his wounds, as he is left no option but to mourn helplessly. This town still lay dark even after all that happen and when Drisst feels her life ebb perhaps entirely he rises brushing Cattibrie from him and he bangs upon the door of a nearby house but if anyone occupied it they did not answer. It is only as he gazes pleadingly at his friends and the cruel world surrounding him does he catch sight of something that brings his anger further to the forefront, and brushes past them. Cattibrie seeing his target finds even her voice not up to the task and yells at the familiar form in warning...
Wulfgar walks slowly up and out of the Inn with little regard for the sounds echoing out in the city above his heart clearly broken. He sees the distant shadows scattering and running every which way in the darkness and yet the reflected light off of the ring in his bloody fingers is all he sees. He looks up only when he hears the voices of his companions calling to him having wandered into their sight. Drisst however is advancing upon him with an anger in his eyes and he meets that stare with a cold indifference that gives the drow pause but does not shake him. The dark elf before him accuses him of leading them to this disaster and calls his efforts selfish and blindly ignorant of the truth of the situation, yelling his frustrations and even blaming him for the death of his dearest friend. Wulfgar however is too numb to care for the petty death of Guen as while they had been friends as best a panther could to a man, for the second time in his short life he had lost his love, and suffered a torture of repeated hope and despair but with the added death of his daughter there was a strange calm. It wrapped him in cold thought as hard as marble but his inside was nothing but a want of burning satisfaction for peace denied. Drisst taking this cold glance for what it was drew his blades and with only the most supreme of will's kept from striking down this man who had been his brother in war and peace.
The others had started to advance but at the drawing of weapons they halted, Regis forcing himself to limp alongside the buildings felt his mind clear from the grasping of the divide formed in them. Drisst would stay and perhaps he would be able to recover but the broken look in the sad giant man's eyes made clear to him that what hell and a Demon had failed to do, time and this single event had achieved. He was truly changed and it was no surprise to Regis when Wulfgar finally acknowledged Drisst in the way he did.
Wulfgar listened, and it seemed to him as if the yelling elf was but a buzzing in his ear... How could this whining thing before him lecture him now and he screamed in his own head. He stared at him and laughed at the feeble sight not afraid simply unable to feel and the amusement was hollow as if only another way to feed the anger he felt.
Bruenor shouted at his son at first as well trying to make him break that warriors calm and let each of these two wounded souls share their pain, but it was only when that horrid laugh issued from is lips did he stop. He grimly grabbed his axe knowing full well that Wulfgar was beyond his normal methods of influence. There was violence buried beneath that tense frame and it was looking for a direction, but unlike Drisst it burned as if it were the smoldering remains. It wanted something else to burn because it was unable to burn anything else in him.
Cattibrie pushed herself to come forward reading the fine edge the two emotional men walked on seeing it in both of their bodies tense forms... She was scared of Wulfgar, and the haunting laugh almost echoed like a sob to her ears but she knew that if she did not place a hand to calm Drisst now that the two may do something that they might regret.
Wulfgar's head spun in twisted thought, and he was looking for some sort of reason to strike Drisst down, but on the other side Drisst was calming as he felt the hand of Cattibrie rest on his shoulder. Wulfgar spoke in level tones and told only of what he had found in shortest coldest way any of them had heard him speak. He ended it with the simple statement that he had only been but moments from saving them... That the delays of his friends cowardice and selfish desire to abandon Delly and Colison to their fate here had finally led to their deaths throwing the small ring to the ground before them. He then stared into Cattibrie's eyes and stated that she had started such by simply keeping the horrible weapon that had caused the pain in the first place. The others shocked at this began to protest and Regis silently watched as the divide was finalized. He stumbled forward trying to stop what he knew was coming but Bruenors shouts of reproach and the others defensive tone at the outrageous claims of the man who had become so lost, drowned out his dry rasping voice.
Wulfgar knew it would be this way, and his anger was confirmed by the simple refusal of his so called friends and families in ability to accept the truth of their guilt. He had been the one to lose it all, and they had risked danger for each other before. He had feared for Mithral Hall and the other lands threatened by the Orc hordes but he knew, from some part of himself that if he were to leave the land he was condemning his love and child forever. It was during this rant that Drisst giving him a single cold glance turned looked Cattibrie in the eye sadly and began to walk back to Guenevere body. Bruenor shook his head as well and simply stood staring dourly at the ground. Cattibrie placing her arms around Drissts shoulders walked back with him and where it not for he seeing Regis eyes widen she would never have expected or acted.
Wulfgar seeing them uncaring to the wrong they committed, and wounded to the last part of himself able to feel it, lashed out finally at his breaking point. That they would flaunt their continued bond of friendship along with Drisst and Cattibrie's relationship leaving him once more to torment was more than his confused mind could stand. The magical hammer flew from his hand end over end and had Drisst not have been pushed out of the way it would have found it's mark. Instead Cattibrie was left to take the blow tumbling away from the impact with the glazed look that only the dead can wear in her eyes. All were stunned and Wulfgar knowing full well there was no apology for the act felt the pain in his heart fade when the result of that horrible act burned into his mind. There was true pain in Bruenor and Drisst's eyes and while he regretted his fathers pain Drisst's look of suffering was a balm more soothing than any other. He knew what it was to have what he cared for most taken from him, with no hope of it returning. When the hammer appeared back in his hand Drisst was crawling over to her, and he arched his arm for another throw.
Regis felt anger larger than himself well up, and Wulfgar became another monster in human guise to him... His gaze snapped to him and the large man began to move to strike down another of his grieving friends he drew his mace and stumbling forward in ignorance of the pain, he threw it end over end smacking him in the face.
Bruenor snapped to attention at the sight of Regis throw... His daughter dead at his feet he drew his axe rushed in preparing to cut down the other of his adopted children bloody vengeance all that was on his mind...
Stunned by Regis throw Wulfgar only managed to block his fathers axe with the hammer he had been given by him. His brain was operating only on the instinct to survive, and the want for the final fulfillment of his vengeance. If he need go through his previous companions to earn a chance at it then so be it... His arm swung the hammer and Bruenors shield disintegrated under the strike...
Drisst could hear the battle raging behind him, and staring into the shocked and bloodied face of his love he knew that he would not let it stand, and fighting the weakness in his knees he grasped his swords Twinkle and Icingdeath once more. He turned and there was nothing of his rational being left in that instant, running forward he dove stabbing at the former friends legs pushing driving for deathblows and crippling strikes. With frustration at the continued survival of his prey he once more called upon darkness over the warrior and himself and the barrage of battle continued blind.
Wulfgar having the sense to back out of the darkness swept his mighty hammer hoping to cover his retreat. He felt it connect and yet when the image of Bruenor stumbled out arm mangled he was not surprised.
A biting cold slashed his stomach, and he staggered back from the whirling blades, Drisst unrelenting and scoring a dozen strikes but finding the lethal blows turned by the experienced monster before him.
Bruenor one arm lost to use ran in his fury again and the press of his attack once more set the powerful murder back on his heels. His axe came in and through sheer power it found purchase in it's targets flesh biting deep into the muscle of the arm.
Wulfgar however could also ignore the injury and using the blow he grimly set his jaw, bringing his hammer up to ward Drisst he accepted the axe blow and brought his boot to Bruenors face, knocking the dwarf to his back and the axe out of his hands. Drisst moved round back and forced him to turn to face him, at which time Bruenor tried to stand.
Regis all the while watched disarmed and so very tired from his previous wounds... The three fought and sickened watching that blur of angry movement he saw all his own hopes die. No matter who won their would be not happy return or peace. He leaned back against the wall and mercifully fell into a mindless and final unconsciousness.
Bruenor stood, and grasped Wulfgar from behind mostly blind from his shattered and swollen face. Drisst rushed in to skewer the hampered giant man, and only by falling back onto the dwarf did Wulfgar avoid death. Throwing his hammer Drisst attempted to block with his swords but the force knocked him further back. Wulfgar feeling the desperate struggles of the winded dwarf below reached down and grasped tight, twisting sharply back and forth until the tired muscles could not prevent the sudden snap of his neck. Drisst however leapt back at him ignoring the shocking pins and needles in his arms stabbing just as Wulfgar turned off of his latest victim. The blades sank in and the burning cold of Icingdeath almost warmed his heart as the mortal wounds of the blades landed.
Mortal for most men, but Wulfgar had never been most men... It was the one time Drisst had ever been this distracted in battle and his critical error had been to lose care for the chance to kill him. Wulfgar swung his hand just as hammer name here... reappeared bringing it into the drows temple and driving his former teacher and friend to the cobblestones on the road. He stood the blades still piercing him and Drisst rolled about unable to stand eyes blinded was at his mercy... He kicked the reaching drow over and with a slow stagger knelled upon his arms pinning him for the death blow. All his hate went into his strikes and the hammer head struck repeatedly as he held it just before his fist. Only when the steam of Drisst's breath halted for what seemed an eternity did he rise. Staggering to his feet he felt the chill of more than the magical blades in his gut, and the bodies and blood of his friends lay about him. He fell to his knee's and looking down picked up the wedding band of his wife covered in the blood of his former allies. This was the end and yet when he looked at them and felt nothing... His unfulfilled vengeance meant nothing... All his trials for nothing... The lives of good folk lost in their homeland as they were absent, and his slow but deserved death more or less wrapped within the damnation of his final actions... What god would let him fall so far? If he was so flawed why did he not simply spare these fine heroes from his failings by never bringing him to exist?
Only when he was about to let himself die did he see something familiar enter his view. The woman Kharon entered the scene dressed in male attire but showing none of the signs of abuse of before. Many wolves surrounded her and also several others... "I must thank you Wulfgar son of Boeranger, for playing your part so well in getting me what I needed... There are few times when I get the chance to collect the blood of more than one person from beyond the mists and it becomes so much easier to manipulate such fools when they speak of and give out stories about what they are looking for." She turns and places a monocle in her eye, and yet as she next speaks it is the cold voice of a man with the rest of the masculine features coming slowly into shape... "A few rumors here, and a story of a conveniently escaped prisoner here and you came running just as predicted... I had almost expected I would have to kill you all together myself but when you came out with that look about you, and the argument erupted I thought you would perhaps seek solitude from each other after such tragedy making it easier of course."
Wulfgar raising one arm slowly calls his dropped hammer back to his grasp only to have the hilt of Drisst's sword kicked pulling all strength from it dropping it to the ground and leaving him one moment from death.
"Just so you know, and perhaps as I feel in such a good mood... Your precious Delly and Colison were never here... The ring is a copy from your many desperate descriptions that I paid quite a pretty penny to learn of and make." The flamboyant man knelt before the dying man face to face and if not for the loss of all of his great strength Wulfgar would have spat blood into his face. He simply kept staring in his eyes and Wulfgar wondered what the hideous creature before him could still have interest to take from him... As his sight failed, and the smile of this villain was all that was left in his blurred vision, he was still at a loss dropping the ring from his numb hands and feeling himself suffocate as he could not draw his next breath.
After Wulfgar slumped over truly dead Harkon stood up and with the same smile on his face. Unbeknownst to Wulfgar there had been nothing more... Harkon had simply enjoyed the drama of the events, and the ease at which fate had delivered to him more of the components he needed to enact the ritual was a wondrous thing for him. He had his servants haul the corpses out of town, before the morning sun rose over Skald... The guards had been bribed, threatened, or if necessary murdered to give him that night free from interruptions, and that had been a large card to play even for him. Still none would be aware of his or the Inn's involvement in the events, and soon enough he would have the last few drops of outsider blood needed to complete the ritual. When that happened he would leave this disappointing land and find someplace more suitable.
He also got to use "Epic level PC with PTSD flashbacks which make him a menace to everyone in his vicinity". (I gave him permission for that one.)
