"What in the Inferno's name have you done, Marcello?", thought the fallen noble as he left the relative safety of the group. "Sometimes you get so wrapped up in playing the hero, you don't think things through. There are bound to be Hellknights in the sewer, and just one of you. You need protection."
Fortunately, Marcello never went anywhere completely unprepared. He said a word of power, and felt the familiar tingle of force envelop him. He had grabbed a torch from a nearby sconce before entering the sewers, and let the flame illuminate his immediate surroundings. Hopefully, he would find his way back before he ran into too much trouble.
Cast Mage Armor.
Lhuar comes out of his momentary stupor. It seems he hears a voice asking is still true to the cause.
He thinks to himself, "Now is not the time to be distracted especially with lives in danger."
Marcello catches up with the party, as he thinks better of marching off alone in the dark sewers. The party faintly hears the commotion upstairs in the Crossed Swords, as you assume the Hellknights came in. The party sloshes its way through the tunnels, looking for the hidden marks at each intersection, noting how easily one could get lost. Zeke remains quiet during the journey. It is obvious he is a little overwhelmed by the day's events.
15 minutes into the trek, as the party comes up to another intersection, they are caught unawares, as goblins race from the tunnels from the east and north, screaming "Draal akorthaar!"
Order:
Round 1 Goblins' Turn:
The two in the front to the north double move, moving 6 squares. The two behind them move 3 squares and shoot Jerod with their crude shortbows, one striking him in the chest, the other bouncing off his armor.
The two in front to the east do the same, double moving, their dogslicers in their hands. The next two move up 3 squares and shoot Lhuar, showing their hatred for mutual racial hatred. One of the arrows penetrates deep, nearly felling the dwarf in one blow! The goblin who shot the arrow giggles with glee!
The last goblin remains with the female goblin, holding his weapon defensively in front of him. The female goblin gestures in the air and an energy missile materializes, streaking toward Lhuar! It strikes him but the dwarf refuses to fall, though he is gravely injured.
Pallius curses: "More damn goblins!" As he advances upon their position.
Double move East to the goblins.
Tuktuk curses. Well, from the frying pan to the fire; we don't have time for this! He casts a worried look over his shoulder, in the direction from which they'd come, then leans forward to place a hand on Lhuar's arm. He closes his eyes, concentrating inwardly on the place from which his power seemed to flow; it was still an almost instinctual action, not learned.
Marcello exclaimed something in his mother tongue - it sounded melodious, but still carried the force of a good strong curse. "Protect me if you can - we might yet be able to even these odds." He began to chant the arcane words, and inwardly he was thankful that they were racing through a sewer. At least here, the scent of brimstone would be unnoticed.
Begin casting Sleep. Targetting the northern block of gobboes for now.
Lhuar curses the goblin and draws his bow, aiming for the one in F25.
Attack:
Damage:
Naeli muttered a curse as the goblins rushed in on them from two directions. As the party moved to engage, she paused to evaluate her options.
"You're damn right we don't have time for this!" Jerod yells out in answer to the gnome. Grimacing at the prospect of having a battle, HERE, in the sewers, the actor realizes his already slim window of salvaging his expensive clothing diminishes by the second...and the blame lay squarely on that of the goblins.
If these goblins had any idea the cost of this cravat, or the trouble I need go to obtain my exact specifications of..! he began to think in anger to himself, when suddenly he took an arrow to the chest, cutting off his inner rant.
"Aghh!" he coughed, reflexively clutching his wound. The arrow had caught him in the side near his arm, his studded leather having kept it from being fatal. He looked down in disbelief and shock, and where there once was silken inlaid finery of amber color, now appeared a dark crimson, stained and ruined. He blinked his eyes, the battle sense coming back to him in an instant, but anger was not lost on him.
"Hey!" he shouted at the goblins, shaking his fist, enraged, as another arrow flew in but deflected harmlessly away, Do you have any damn idea how much this suit cost!!" Muttering to himself,"That's it...I'm sick of goblins." he huddled defensively, readying a spell, targeting the obvious leader of the group, the one that he deemed responsible.
Round 2 Goblins' Turn:
The two on Pallius to the east engage him with their short swords, one of them nicking his knee!
The 2 behind them shoot the dwarf but both miss!
The spellcaster gestures and an energy missile strikes Jerod.
The two goblins to the North short arrows, one at Jerod, one at Lhuar.
The last 2 goblins double move up.
Pallius lashes out at the goblinoid that struck him, seeking to return the favor.
Attack:
Damage:
Tuktuk sighs as the goblin arrows hit home in his new-found fellow rebels. Would you fellows please stop getting hurt? He meant it to be light-hearted, but his grimace at the wounds of both Jerod and Lhuar betrays his real feelings. He concentrates again, drawing forth power to heal in a wide radius.
Drawing his rapier with an impressively smooth action, as though he were a practiced fencer or some latent action hero, Jerod secretly tried to recall everything he'd learned about sword-fighting, which wasn't much. He held his blade out at the ready, crouching in a defensive stance and staring into the face of the green-skinned humanoids. He put on a grim expression, gritting his teeth and snarling in what he felt was his best, most intimidating growl. "Come on you lazy dogs," he yelled threateningly, "..you have no chance! Best go back to drinking your sewage scum while you still can! If you wish to face death this early then so be it, and by my hand.." he continued, getting more forceful with each word, "you...shall.. HAVE IT!"
Too many of them, Marcello thought. Not enough of us. Time to fix that. He noted two of the foul-smelling greenskins charging from the north, muck splashing up from their feet as they went. It did not distract him from his Art, and soon the words were finished. He sent the soporific dweomer out to the ones to the east - maybe Pallius could reach the caster, cut off the head before these creatures ended them all.
The spell complete, he turned his attention to the ones near him. He pulled a stiletto from his belt, and brandished it at the nearest goblin. "Come and face me, verdino. A Wescrani does not fall to letame such as you!" He slashed at the goblin, drawing blood, surprising goblin and nobleman alike.
Sleep finishes. Targetting the intersection of squares E26, E27, F26 and F27. This should catch 4 goblins without causing a problem for Pallius. Will Save DC 16.
Draw dagger (move), attack goblin at D19 (standard), pray to Iomedae (free).
Attack:
Damage:
Confirmation:
Crit Damage:
Lhuar notices the goblin in D20 is closer than he would like for it to be and send an arrow in that direction.
Attack(accounting for shooting into melee):
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Goblins' Turn Round 3:
The goblin whom Marcello stabbed swings his sword and cuts him, snickering:
The goblin in D20 swings at Jerod but misses, distracted by his satire:
The goblins in the back shoot Lhuar:
The goblin who made his save wakes up his fellow archer, who stands from prone and picks up his bow. The two in front of Pallius are prone and asleep.
The female sorcerer goblin whispers something to her bodyguard, who moves to her side. The both stand ready.
Tuktuk grits his teeth in frustration as his companions continue to take wounds, knowing that his power to heal such wounds did have a limit. He forces out his healing powder in a radius again.
Pallius finishes off one of the goblins, and moves slowly towards the eastern pair.
CDG Goblin (either or)
5ft E25
Very well, move to e26, and stab at that sleeping goblin. (e25)
Attack: -1 PA
Damage:
Having grown frustrated with trying to shoot around his comrade his allies, Lhuar drops the bow as a free action.
Move toward the goblin in D20 and draws his scythe as a free action.
attack:
damage:
Continuing to berate the goblins and sap their focus with his constant barrage of insults, Jerod takes a swap at one of the green-skinned menaces in front of him. "Hah...HAH!" he shouts, jabbing his rapier at the enemy, while quick to position himself against any forthcoming blows.
"How dare you make me bleed, creature! I'll have you for that!" Marcello slashed at the goblin again, though his indignation causes him to swing wildly at the filthy creature.
Attack:
Damage:
Goblins' Turn Round 4:
Pallius kills the sleeping goblin. Shocked by his brutality, the 2 goblin archers to the east move back 3 squares and shoot him, missing twice.
The goblin that Lhuar wounded with his scythe still stands and swings back at him with its short sword, but misses.
The other goblin in D19 duels it out with Jerod, parrying blows and missing.
The two archers to the north move south and ready actions, drawing their shortbows.
Concerned for his allies, Pallius will fight defensively! (-4 Attack roll +2 AC) Calling back "You alright over there?" Hesitant to leave the light of his comrades, and yet still striking down the last sleeping goblin.
Attack:
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Eager to take the pressure off her comrades, Naeli circles to the right and unleashes a flash of arcane power...
Pallius kills the sleeping goblin.
Naeli moves to E21 and begins to cast her color spray, provoking an attack from the goblin in front of her:
Tuktuk rushes forward to aid Pallius, his crossbow up and loaded. He fires as he gets closer, but still stays several feet back from the lone Pallius and his seemingly devastating weaponry.
The bolt grazes the goblin on his arm.
Marcello dodges one of the goblin's cruel blows. "Oh, just dandy!", Marcello groans, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Kill the stregone! The others may flee!"
Jerod takes another stab at the goblin in front of him, deadly intent in his eyes.
Two of the goblins drop from Naeli's bright colors.
A thought occurs to Marcello, and he slashes again at the goblin in front of him. He slashes at the goblin, intent on keeping its attention. He once again fails to draw blood, but that is of little concern. "Come at me, filth! You face a noble scion of Westcrown, not the gutter trash you feast upon!" He slowly withdraws, hoping to draw the goblin into a bad position.
Make my worthless attack, then adjust to E17.
Attack:
Damage:
I am going for the goblin in D20 again.
"Go ahead and die."
attack:
damage:
The goblin assents and dies, as Lhuar's scythe cleaves him! However, the archer's readied action in B19 goes off and he shoots the dwarf, but misses.
Goblins' Turn Round 5:
The 2 archers shoot Pallius but in their fear, their aim is pathetic and they miss.
The goblin sorcerer conjures acid in his hand and throws it at Pallius, but misses poorly!
The bodyguard stands in front of the sorcerer.