The small gnome scurries across the cold, hard ground towards one of the towers.
The tiefling man begins calling on the fiendish aid of his hellish god.
Meanwhile, Sunnendel reals back and near splinters the door with a single blow. His hand opening up a small hole, he feels confident it'll be gone soon. Through the newly formed hole, he spies the two red headed goblins descending a long ladder within.
The black smoke increasing in thickness rolls from the top of the tower as the three blue skinned goblins disappear from site.
Freire splinters the door as well, his weapon nearly ripping it from it's hinges.
Clearing the last few rungs with ease, the goblins observing the small fist of death, sight their bows in at the door.
Seeing the goblins atop the high towers disappear, the prisoners leap to their feet and cautiously approach. "Wes not wanten ter be twabble." "Jess bored s'all" "Look da perty smokes!"
Tanbu Yull
Ehm Sven Nien
Lutorinus
Sunnendel Needlefeet
Blue Group (Dotted -4)
Tanbu Yull
Freire (-1)
Red Group
Prisoners (Yellow -5)
Ehm Sven Nien
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The moment he completes his Hymn, the smell of brimstone and sulfur wraps the area. Three devilish eagles burst out of fiery portals and attack the goblins.
Lutorinus begins his slow wall forward, a smile on his face. Nothing quite like the fury of the damned.
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Eagle 1
Eagle 2
Eagle 3
Ehm Sven Nien Hustles forward and prepares for the door to fall.
Lutorinus' spell completes within the tower. The sounds of screeching birds emanates from within as they attack the foes.
With but another couple blows, the first of death obliterates the door. Standing before you within is two goblins, who immediately looses their arrows. Both fly harmlessly over the man.
Ehm Sven's bomb immediately sails past the first of furry and explodes, dropping of of the goblins.
Tanbu prepares to help the half-orc with his foes.
Splintering the rest of the door, Freire spies one prone goblin and and two glaring at him, surrounded by avian creatures. One having dropped his bow, holds a small sword. The other is cautiously casting a spell of some kind.
Dropping his bow, the remaining red-head steps forward drawing a blade. Trying to shove it into the monk, he steps out.
Seeing the goblins emerging, the prisoners step forward again, but are much slower in their advance.
Ehm Sven Nien
Lutorinus
Sunnendel Needlefeet
Blue Group
Tanbu Yull
Freire
Red Group
Prisoners
Ehm Sven Nien
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"Burning my servants? How droll. I tire of your ignorance.," Lutorinus calls out to the goblins. "I grant you Asmodeus' aid. Don't squander it," he says while tapping Freire on the shoulder. I know that'll be difficult for you. He then snaps his fingers and one of the eagles hurtle out of the tower, settling near the exposed red goblin.
The eagles take their attacks of opportunity and continue trying to turn the goblins into ribbons.
Attacks of Opportunity
Eagle 1
Eagle 2
Eagle 3
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Seething the little goblin rushing out Sunnendel lashes out with a spiraling display of fists, feet and elbows.
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The birds tear at the goblins flesh while it casts, but the spell still goes off. On command, one flies to the opposing tower, while the remaining birds drop the goblin caster. Lutorinus grants his buddy the aid of Asmodeus.
Sunnendel beats the goblin infront of him into a bloody pulp. The small creature lays motionless before him.
Staying the course, the one goblin still standing steps forward and tries to shove his sword into the doorman. He misses horrendously.
Cut off from the foes, Tanbu continues to cover his companions back.
Confident in the tide of battle, the prisoners push forward.
Lutorinus
Sunnendel Needlefeet
Blue Group
Tanbu Yull
Freire
Red Group (-10, Down) (-15, down)
Prisoners (Yellow -5)
Ehm Sven Nien
As the warpriest connects, his foe collapse in a heap.
The goblin prisoners sprint forward as the last combatant falls and quickly start rifling through their pockets.
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With another snap of his fingers, Lutorinus dismisses his avian support team. He eyes the bodies for life, closing in on the ones he believes are dead. Let's see what secrets they hold... "Hmmm... I hear these goblins only keep boring papers in their pockets," he says loud enough for the prisoners to hear. "Why don't you all spare yourselves and have some of this instead?" He says as he pulls out a strip of dried horse meat, waves it above the group of goblins, and tosses it aside.
Hopefully without the goblins rummaging through their pockets, he looks over the little bodies and relieves them of their items.
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Freire checks on the goblin he smote to see if he smote the little evil bastard too hard.
Should this goblin still be alive Freire will use his orision "Stablize" to stablize it. He will also use stablize on any other goblin if anyone informs him the goblin is still alive.
"NO No Steal Words!" the goblins scream in unison. Emitting a gleeful noise at the sight of the meat, they pounce on it like a pack of rabid dogs.
Inspecting the goblins, Lutorinus discovers the caster still lives.
Hoping the flat side of his blade was gentle enough Freire takes a look at the last one to fall. Though its missing any major lacerations, the flat part of his head doesn't look very promising.
1 potion of cure light wounds, alchemist’s fire (3), dagger, light crossbow with 10 bolts, wooden holy symbol, 4 leather armor, 4 light wooden shields, 4 short swords, 4 short bows, 30 arrows: 30g
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"My healing is not limited by feeble attempts at worship. Bring him to me," Lutorinus commands. He draws another wand, this one stylized to appear like a broken devil's horn. "Always remember that an agent of Asmodeus is the one who eased your pain and suffering," he says while he anoints the goblin with the pentagram of Asmodeus in devil's blood. Short sighted creatures, but perhaps thay may learn to serve with time.
"Who wishes to interrogate our expendable prisoner?" he asks, motioning to the unconscious goblin. While waiting for a response, he binds the creature and props it up against a wall.
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"I do not speak the goblin language. I do suggest however, that we ask it how they knew we were coming on this route, who sent them, and if there are any more groups looking for us. In addition, if there are any others, their possible locations would be good to know. Finally, why the smoke? I fear it was meant to be seen so as to bring reinforcements. That also means we need to put some distance between this location and ourselves."
"If no objects, I shall take these. They have a better range than my chakrams. While Gorum prefers the greatsword, ranged weapons have some uses."
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Having completed the meat, the goblins look up to the black smoke trailing from the top of the tower. "Burn Burn. We look." The begin trudging through the snow towards the ladder inside.
A basin of thick black fluid burns brighting coughing up heavy, dark smoke. A pile of debris sits to the side.
A couple items if the pile of refuse catch your eye. Digging out a potion and two tanglefoot bags. Nothing else is worth touching.
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Sunnendel jumps up "Oo.. Ooo... I can speak goblin." "Though I'm not the best with words." "Fiere has a good point." "We should get on the road."
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Leaving the towers in your wake, you continue on. The goblins constant bickering and whining always at your ears. "We Eat." "Why longhsanky mean? We needs food!" "Cans yous make boom boom? Wes likes boom booms!"
With the rough hills now far to the north, the land opens into a broad grassland where the snow is much sparser. The sky is overcast and the temperature has risen, making the march south somewhat easier. For as far as the eye can see, there is nothing but open ground and great fir trees that dot the landscape.
Scanning the horizon, you notice a strange look to the clouds. Considering the region for a moment, you come to the sudden realization a major snow storm is coming and you'll need to find shelter.
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Freire looks up and sees what Tanbu has pointed out. "Of course a storm would hit us on this mission. Why wouldn't it?"
Freire will aid Ehm Sven Nien on his survival roll.
"A potion of Bull's Strength? Hmm, that might come in handy if no one wants to use it. Anyone else want that? If not, I will take it."
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Sunnendel has a small worried look on his face but smiles still saying "I will help." "What about that group of rocks?" "Or maybe that cave?"
"Bulls Strength?" "Does that make you Stronger?" "If so I could use it possibly too." "I'll Flip you for it Freire!" Sunnendel Pulls out a copper and flips it in the air Yelling "Heads!"
Pouting slightly at the outcome the ever optimistic Halfling states "O shucks." "Looks like its all yours Freire." smiling even after witnessing the outcome he continues to help search for suitable shelter.
As if the man's very words summoned the storm, you find yourselves suddenly inundated with blowing snow. With Tanbu's direction, you did manage to find a small cavern to huddle in, but the temperature is dropping quickly.
Ehm Sven Nien attempts to coordinate the efforts to set up camp, but the rapidly increasing storm causes his directions to get lost in the wind. Tanbu manages to get one tent set up, while the others struggle with the most basic of preparations.
The goblin prisoners, being oh so helpful, stand nearby jeering. "Oh 'ook. Big scare longshankies letting widdle one boss 'round." "He no even no wat ter do." "Wongshank icy pops dey be soon!" "OOOOO horned one no even kin put tent up! HE HE HE"
The goblins continue to berate you as you slowly, meticulously set up camp to wait out the storm. Blinding snow prevents visibility beyond a few feet past the mouth of the cave. Thanks to the gnome, the cold fails to affect you.