Marshmallow's Rise of the Runelords PbP (Inactive)

Game Master master_marshmallow

The first few posts will have some OOC elaboration for you guys on how I intend to run things. When you see large text, it means I am taking information straight out of the book. If you didn't know, blue text is for Out of Character discussion, and should be used sparingly during the game, unless used to describe actions and imagery. I will be using it often as my voice of narration, and you will often see me post things as characters in the game using their names before speech boxes. If there is ever any confusion, reply to the post Out of Character and I will gladly clarify.

The Swallowtail Festival begins promptly, as scheduled,
on the Autumnal Equinox. The square before the church
quickly becomes crowded as locals and travelers arrive,
and several merchant tents featuring food, clothes, local
crafts , and souvenirs are there to meet them.

WELCOMING SPEECHES: The turnout for the opening
speeches is quite respectable, and the four keynote
speakers each deliver short but well-received welcomes
to the festival. Mayor Deverin's friendly attitude and
excitement prove contagious as she welcomes visitors to
town and jokes about how even Larz Rovanky, the local
tanner (and notorious workaholic) managed to tear himself
away from the tannery to attend, much to everyone's
amusement (except Larz's). SheriffBelor Hemlock brings
the crowd down a bit with his dour mood, his reminder
to be safe around the evening's bonfire, and his request
for a moment of silence to remember those who lost their
lives in the fire that claimed the town's previous church
several years ago. The next speaker is scheduled to be
local nobleman Lonjiku Kaijitsu, but a sudden illness
has prevented him from attending the ceremony (this
isn't something that surprises the locals, given Lonjiku's
well-known dislike of frivolity and festivals). Sandpoint's
own showman Cyrdak Drokkus is more than up to the
challenge ofbringing the crowd's mood back up with his
rousing anecdotes. He delivers a not-completely-irreverent
recap ofthe long process the town went through to finance
and construct the new cathedral. He throws in a bit of self­
promotion at the end, as is his wont, inviting everyone
to stop by the Sandpoint Theater the following evening
to check out his new production of "The Harpy's Curse,"
revealing that the lead role of Avis era the harpy queen will
be played by none other than the famous Magnimarian
diva Allishanda! Finally, Father Zantus steps up to give
a short speech thanking everyone for coming before
declaring the Swallowtail Festival underway.

FESTIVAL FUN AND GAMES: Numerous games and contests
take place during the day, including sack races , games of
hide-and- seek, weight-lifting challenges, balance beam
contests, tug-of-war events, and the like.

At this point each of you has come to this festival for your own reasons, but have not yet found each other. Feel free to mingle and interact with as many characters as you see fit to find and speak to, or make a scene if you like! Commence mingling, and goodluck everyone!

It is a busy day and not many people are surprised to see a Dwarf in the crowds, what they are slightly surprised to see is the pickaxe strapped to his back under his large wooden shield. But he was a Dwarf, that was a normal Dwarven thing wasn't it, mine, drink and fight? As he walks past a man he accidentally bumps into him and apologises straight away, the man looks at him through blurred eyes, hiccups and speaks in a slurred voice. "Thatsh alright, hic, no harmsh done. Thish ish a feshtival no' a battle, whatsh with the armour and weaponsh?" The Dwarf smiles back and speaks in a deep and gravely voice, "Always got to be prepared, you never know what will happen ... tell me sir, where did you get your drink? I wish to try the local collection." The drunk just points to a building and nods, the dwarf bows and heads off.

The door to the tavern opens and in steps the Dwarf, with copper red hair and beard, both plaited and down to his waist, with brass rings at the ends. He walks over to the back and tries to see over the top, but upon failing and feeling like a bit of a fool he heads around to the waitress' entrance and calls out. "Excuse me miss, could I please get some Ale and a meaty meal please? I shall be over at the table." She nods and smiles at him, gives him the drink to take with him and tells the chef the order.

As he is drinking his drink he hears the shouts and cries of encouragement and laughter of failure. He can't see much other than people trying to drink some foul looking drink. But he gets to his own drink savouring the taste, but trying not to pull his own drink out of his pack. As he gets half way through the drink, the waitress returns with his food and as she places it in front of him he points to the crowd, "Excuse me again, but what are they doing?" She follows his gaze and laughs, "Oh, that's jus' some fools tryin' to beat the Hagfish again, nones done it yet 'n' that lot'l fail." With ears burning the man who was about to try it storms over and starts to kick up a fuss, but finds himself standing in front of an armoured Dwarf protecting the woman. He looks down at the Dwarf and roars in his face, "Get outta the way midget! i'll not have 'er insulting us like that. She deserves a smackin'! Who's ya anyways?" The Dwarf looks up at him, back to the woman and focuses his gaze on the man again. "My name is Daelric and I belong to the order of the Stone. You shall not harm this woman in front of me and I do not want to cause trouble for her so we shall not fight either, just leave and we shall call everything even."

Diplomacy : 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 (To get them to leave peacefully ... fail)

The man raises his fist and just realises the audiance, lowers it and then has an idea. "I'll leave if ya beat the Hagfish, if ya lose your apologising to us 'n' leaving." He laughs knowing he has won either way, but Daelric simply nods and heads to the others, grabs the drink and downs it.

Sense Motive : 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20 (To see if he is being truthful about leaving if the Daelric succeedds.)
Fortitude Save : 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 (+4 if the Hgfish counts as Poison)

Andrezi has come to Sandpoint specifically for the dedication of the new cathedral dedicated to six deities and the Swallowtail Festival. Strolling around the square the wandering priest takes in the sights, sounds, and smells anxious to partake of the festival as he makes small talk with the locals, trying to gather in the mood of the town.

Diplomacy (Gather Information): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

As the festivities begin, Andrezi makes a point of attentively listening to the opening speeches by the Sandpoint dignitaries.

It is a busy day and not many people are surprised to see a Dwarf in the crowds, what they are slightly surprised to see is the pickaxe strapped to his back under his large wooden shield. But he was a Dwarf, that was a normal Dwarven thing wasn't it, mine, drink and fight? As he walks past a man he accidentally bumps into him and apologises straight away, the man looks at him through blurred eyes, hiccups and speaks in a slurred voice. "Thatsh alright, hic, no harmsh done. Thish ish a feshtival no' a battle, whatsh with the armour and weaponsh?" The Dwarf smiles back and speaks in a deep and gravely voice, "Always got to be prepared, you never know what will happen ... tell me sir, where did you get your drink? I wish to try the local collection." The drunk just points to a building and nods, the dwarf bows and heads off.

The door to the tavern opens and in steps the Dwarf, with copper red hair and beard, both plaited and down to his waist, with brass rings at the ends. He walks over to the back and tries to see over the top, but upon failing and feeling like a bit of a fool he heads around to the waitress' entrance and calls out. "Excuse me miss, could I please get some Ale and a meaty meal please? I shall be over at the table." She nods and smiles at him, gives him the drink to take with him and tells the chef the order.

As he is drinking his drink he hears the shouts and cries of encouragement and laughter of failure. He can't see much other than people trying to drink some foul looking drink. But he gets to his own drink savouring the taste, but trying not to pull his own drink out of his pack. As he gets half way through the drink, the waitress returns with his food and as she places it in front of him he points to the crowd, "Excuse me again, but what are they doing?" She follows his gaze and laughs, "Oh, that's jus' some fools tryin' to beat the Hagfish again, nones done it yet 'n' that lot'l fail." With ears burning the man who was about to try it storms over...

While absolutely attempting to embarrass the dwarf patron, our drunkard friend is astounded to watch Daelric slam the Hagfish, and offers his own drunken slurred apology and offers to buy the next round for his new dwarven friend and himself.

Andrezi has come to Sandpoint specifically for the dedication of the new cathedral dedicated to six deities and the Swallowtail Festival. Strolling around the square the wandering priest takes in the sights, sounds, and smells anxious to partake of the festival as he makes small talk with the locals, trying to gather in the mood of the town.

[dice=Diplomacy (Gather Information)]1d20 + 7

As the festivities begin, Andrezi makes a point of attentively listening to the opening speeches by the Sandpoint dignitaries.

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I wipe my mouth after downing the viscous drink and look around to the drunkard, who looks at me as if waiting for me to collapse. But when I don't do so, I accept his offer of a drink and sit back down to enjoy my meal. I look up at the waitress and smile, "I hope I was able to help. The drink is similar to something we have at home, perhaps a bit weaker, but it made me think of home again. For that alone I thank you, I don't suppose you have seen any other male Dwarves around here, with onyx hair streaked with silver?"

I let her go off to work while she thinks about this, while I eat my food enjoying every bite. As I raise my tankard to my mouth I lift it up in the direction of the drunkard and nod, before drinking it. "Well I suppose after I have finished the meal, I should go and have a look around the festival. Who knows, it could be fun."

Having dutifully listened to all of the speeches, Kiera is enjoying the festivities, currently looking through some of the fresh fruit on display at one of the farm stalls and deciding whether she wants a mango or an apple. Though she's a relative newcomer to Sandpoint, the woman seems eager to smile and say hello to many of the other festival-goers, with a bit of a jaunty step as she looks to the various entertainments.

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Godsalm emerges from his tavern and makes his way to the town square, squinting in the broad daylight. It is mid afternoon, but the lively bard enjoys his late night encores and the willing women that encompass his nights. He strolls through town and purchases meat, cheese, and wine from various vendors. As he ambles along, breaking his fast and shaking off the previous nights revelry, he begins humming different bars and melodies from different songs, trying to warm up his voice. After finishing his meal, he begins to meander about through the crowds, singing out mostly nonsense lyrics and bad puns. As he approaches women he finds attractive, he weaves about them draping arms over shoulders and allowing his hands to wander. This inevitable leads to a stiff slap across the face or angry retorts from jealous significant others, but he laughs it all away and dances off down the street before it escalates further.

Godsalm moves into the town square just as the speeches start. He spends the boring time making impressions of the various personalities from the back of the crowd. Once the Personalities finish and the festivities really get underway, he sets up in a corner by shuffling people off and clearing out a space. He removes his hat with a great flourish and sets it on the ground before him.
"COME ONE, COME ALL!!" he cries "HEAR THE GREAT LEGENDS OF YORE, AND SING THE SONGS OF LORE!"
As people turn and stare, Godsalm launches into a bawdry song of daring do and lacey peekaboo.
Perform Song: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

GM, I have the Hedonistic drawback.. so it really is up to you in a lot of ways if I have a good day or bad! Check my profile for specifics.

Once the song is finished he launches into several more, always dancing about and acting out as he sings along.

As the coins drop into his hat Or dont.. he progresses through his repertoire, finally ending with a great flourish. "I beg the pardons, gentle sirs and ma'ams! but the throat needs wattering, and the feet need a resting. Be sure to catch more of my show later!"
With these words, he tucks his hat away under an arm and strides off looking for refreshment.

Volkar's walk about the square had him focusing at the new cathedral and his mind trying to determine what type of trade goods he might be able to acquire in this town. The swallowtail festival was underway when he turned the corner into the filled square. Towns folk were engaged in a balance contest, others were marveling at the new building that was the focus of so many people.

The dwarf's right hand shifted and his thumb and forefinger found a thick silver bead that was woven into his forebeard. Without even thinking, his fingers began twisting the bead slight back and forth. He shifted and the chain mail shirt shifted with him. In some ways, he was a bit more road traveled than he should be for a festival, but he scanned about the square.

Off to his right a small crowd was gathered about a very enthusiastic bard singing a song that made the crowd, and Volkar laugh. The double entendre's were well placed and the tune was amusing and kind to the ear. Volkar moved forward just as the song was ending, and the singer begged his leave, his hat weighted with coins from those about him. Dropping the beard bead, Volkar reached into his the leather pocket sewn into his leather belt that held the chain mail shirt somewhat in place. Feeling a silver, he pulled it forth, and held it up in front of face and lifted his voice at the bard.

"My good man, may I add to your purse, or maybe instead buy you a drink from one of the ale carts about?"

After I have been eaten my fill and had enough to drink without being drunk, I head out into the festivities once more. I blink once or twice upon exiting the tavern, the light difference is shocking.

Upon walking around he stops to listen to thr speeches before wandering around and viewing all the stalls. He stops in front of the tug of war competition, he looks tempted.

What checks do you want for the Tug of War, would Stability help and is it individual or teams?

The mouthy bard stops as he is approached by the dwarf. "It will be as you may, sir!" he says with a bow. "I would be glad for conversation and tales over lunch if you are offering?"

STR check, opposed by my strongman NPC.
strength check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Wandering around the festivities, Andrezi comes across the tug-of-war contest. Sizing up the two opponents, the priest says with smile, "I've got 5 silver on the dwarf, anyone care for a wager?"

I look to the opponent and possibly smile, not that it is obvious dur to the large beard. "What happens if I win this competition? I am putting the pride of the Dwarves on the line after all."

Diplomacy : 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 (trying to get better rewards)

I nod to the observer who is putting money on me to win, "Good call, I am not moved easily. If I do lose though, on my honour as Daelric from the Stone clan, I shall buy you a drink for your support, as Kols is my witness." With that I grab hold of the rope space my legs apart and pull with all my might when told.

"Aye, sir, I would be more than willing to award a quick tongue and quicker wit, with both mead and meat." Volkar returned the singer's bow with a nod. "Let's see if that cart over there has something we both can eat while watching the festivities.

The dwarf walked with the much taller bard as the crowd and barkers swirled about them. A shouting crier announced the call for teams for the tug of war competition that space was being cleared for. As Volkar approached one of the food carts, the smell of sausages being roasted filled his nose and senses. The singer was still with him, and Volkar turned to the heavy set, balding man in a dark apron that was turning the sausages on a small metal grate over a contained fire next to his serving cart.

"Good sir, could we get a few of your sausages, and something to wash them down with. Say two for myself, and another two for," Volkar turned to the singer as he suddenly paused. "I am sorry, I never asked your name, mine is Volkar Glanral, traveling merchant and pleasure to share a meal with you." Volkar extended his hand in anticipation of a hand shake.

"I've got 5 silver on the dwarf, anyone care for a wager?" A shout went out from a man not too far away from them. Volkar's eyes darted quickly over to where the shout came from. That may be worth taking part in Volkar thought.

SWALLOWTAIL RELEASE: At noon, Father Zantus and his
acolytes wheel a large covered wagon into the square, and
after recounting the short parable of how Desna first fell
to earth and was nursed back to health by a blind child
whom she transformed into an immortal butterfly as
a reward for her aid, they pull aside the wagon's cover,
releasing the thousand children of Desna-a furious
storm of swallowtail butterflies that swarm into the air
in a spiraling riot of color to a great cheer from the crowd.
Throughout the rest of the day, children futilely chase
butterflies, never quite quick enough to catch them.
LUNCH: Lunch is provided free, at the expense of
Sandpoint's taverns. Each brings its best dihes-this
event is as much a marketing push by the taverns to winnew customers as it is to feed a hungry crowd. It soon
becomes apparent that the darling of the lunch is, once
again, Ameiko Kaijitsu, whose remarkable curry- spiced
salmon and early winterdrop mead easily overshadow the
other offerings, such as the Hagfish's lobster chowder or
the White Deer's peppercorn venison.
CONSECRATION: Finally, as the sun begins to set, Father
Zantus takes the central podium, uses a thunderstone
to attract everyone's attention, and clears his throat
as he prepares to recite the Prayer of First Dreaming.
Unfortunately, the thunderstone's detonation is also the
prearranged trigger for the goblins, who have slowly been
infiltrating the town while its citizens are merrily distracted.
At this point everyone should pick a spot on the map for your characters.

Also it looks like time to roll perceptions and initiatives.

Following the results of the tug-of-war and any exchange of money needed, Andrezi introduces himself to the dwarf. "Well done...Daelric was it? Pleased to make your acquaintance. The name's Andrezi." the affable priest says, extending his hand to tug-of-war contestant.

Watching the release of the swallowtails brings the priest a great deal of pleasure as he watches the local children try in vain to catch the swift insects.

"Something smells awfully good and spicy, care to join me for lunch?" Andrezi says, intent on partaking of the curried salmon that seems to be the talk of the festival. "Of course I've heard good things about the peppercorn venison too...what the hell, it's a festival, no reason not to try both." Andrezi says with a broad smile.

As the day's festivities are drawing to close, Andrezi makes a point of getting close to the podium to hear Father Zantus's prayer and closing remarks.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

A sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, slices
through the excited crowd as the sun's setting rays
paint the western sky. A stray dog that has crawled
under a n earby wagon to sleep starts awake, and the
buzz of two dozen conversations quickly hushes as
all heads turn toward the central podium, where a
beaming Father Zantus has taken the stage. He clears
his throat, takes a breath to speak, and suddenly a
woman's scream slices through the air. A few moments
later, another scream rises, then another. Beyond
them, a sudden surge of strange new voices riseshigh-
pitched, tittering shrieks that sound not quite
human . The crowd parts and something low to the
ground races by, giggling with disturbing glee as the
stray dog gives a pained yelp and then collapses with
a gurgle, its throat cut open from ear to ear. As blood
pools around its head, the raucous sound of a strange
song begins, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices.

GOBLINS CHEW AND GOBLINS BITE
GOBLINS CUT AND GOBLINS FIGHT
STAB THE DOG AND CUT THE HORSE
GOBLINS EAT AND TAKE BY FORCE

CHASE THE BABY CATCH THE PUP
BONK THE HEAD TO SHUT IT UP
BONES BE CRACKED AND FLESH BE STEWED,
WE BE GOBLINS, YOU BE FOOD!

I sigh with relief at the victory and nod to the man introducing himself. "I am glad I won that, it would have been terribly embarrassing to have lost after that. I would very much like something to eat again, I had a breakfast earlier and definitely feeling a bit peckish again. The Venison sounds nice, but I will try the Salmon I think. Where I am from we don't get much fish, so it would be a treat."

I stay with Andrezi while we eat and then it is time for some more mingling before the speeches, during said speeches I happen to see him again and head over to him while we listen.

Perception : 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Initiative : 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Hearing the first few screams I instinctively draw my axe from it's holster and spin around. Upon hearing the singing I sigh and glance at Andrezi, "Damn critters have horrible voices, they're a pest, but unfortunately the song is damned catchy despite the gruesomeness."

"What in the heavens...?!?" Kiera exclaims. As people start to run and scream she hunkers down by the barrels and chairs at the wagon near where she stands, trying to see what's happening and figure out where the goblins are going.

Andrezi nods in agreement with Daelic's comment. "Obnoxious little buggers to be sure." he says retrieving his crossbow.

Male Dwarf Alchemist: 1 | HP 15/15 | AC 14 T 10 FF 14 | Fort+3 Ref +2 Will+2 | Initiative +2 | Perception +6 | Diplm +5 | Appraise +7 | MWBattleaxe Melee +3 Attack bonus, 1d8+1, crt x3
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Volkar, having enjoyed the lunch and watch a fellow dwarf in the tug of war, started when he heard the high pitch sing song that was mixed and punctuated by screams and yelps. His blood starts to boil as his jaw sets firmly into place. He scans the crowd and sees where people are fleeing from.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

reaching for his battle axe, he shifts and feels about his belt to check if his "support" is still there. Yes, three of the little beauties, but there are way too many people to use these yet. He continues to focus on the crowd, his hands gripping his father's ax even firmer.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Mixed up in more impressions of the speech givers, Godsalm is completely and totally oblivious to anything that is going on around him. When he finally does hear the song, it is just the last few dying notes. "By the gods what was that? I have heard cats that screamed with better pitch than that!"

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

so this is what we have for initiative so far: Kiera 15; Volkar 15; Daelric 5; Godsalm 4; Andrezi ?

Look 9 posts up. Andrezi goes on 20. Just waiting on the DM with his goblins.

Look 9 posts up. Andrezi goes on 20. Just waiting on the DM with his goblins.

OOPS!!! My mistake so initiative so far: Andrezi 20; Kiera 15; Volkar 15; Daelric 5; Godsalm 4

Round order is:
Goblin 1
Goblin 2
Andrezi
Goblin 3
Kiera
Volkar
Daelric
Godsalm

The first goblin is distracted by some sweet smell in the tent to the right, and heads straight over there to find what smells so good, the other goblin is easily excited to see a dwarf wielding a weapon and heads straight to him with his bloody dogslicer humming the tune being chanted and slashes at Daelric with a charge attack.

Only seeing a few goblins, and with one so close to his new friend, Andrei taps Daelric on the shoulder granting him with a small portion of Desna's luck.

- Bit of Luck (Sp): You can touch a willing creature as a standard action, giving it a bit of luck. For the next round, any time the target rolls a d20, he may roll twice and take the more favorable result. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.

I grunt as pain starts to spread from my leg, I look down to see that the Goblin has managed to get his blade to a place with no metal protection and see the cloth and leather start to dye themselves a dark crimson with the fresh blood. "Barzûl menknurlan!"

GM, I try not to read anything in spoilers so that I don't get any idea how strong or close to death something is. If I get hit, just change my HP on the map or write here how much damage, if that's okay?

The other goblin climbs onto the table and attempts to intimidate his enemies, with food in his mouth....

Looking at Daelric he utters an unintelligible shriek.
Intimidate: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4

on mobile and can't find the map.. should any of this proke, let me know.. I would like to change my actions.

With the goblins popping out of nowhere and battle joined, God's am pulls from his pack a large banner depicting different musical symbols.. his personal sigil.. and waves it high as he starts to sing of glorious battles and heroic actions! His pitch is perfect, and his clarion notes float over the battlefield.

+1/+1 for everyone for Flagbearer, and a +1/+1 for bardic performance. 6/7 performance rounds left. Total buffs: +2 to hit, +2 damage, +2 all fear saves

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The goblin laughs in his own goblin way, having not been grazed by the mighty dwarven assault. He swings back in full force.
attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
second attack: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (12) - 4 = 8
third attack: 1d20 - 9 ⇒ (1) - 9 = -8

Potential respective damage rolls
damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

The second goblin notices and is intrigued by the sounds of the music, and is confused by the lack of cacophony. He hops onto the table, and points to him doing some form of rotten gesture with his hands.

That's my next round if I am not next able to post soon.

Volkar looks about and tries to bring his ax down on the head of one of the shrieking green skins. Rage and hatred builds as his mind remembers the attack on the keep and scouting party, never again his mind sings in a strong growing rhythm. "For the Keep and Kin," the dwarf shouts as his axe raises and swings in motion with the bard's song.

Volkar looks about and tries to bring his ax down on the head of one of the shrieking green skins. Rage and hatred builds as his mind remembers the attack on the keep and scouting party, never again his mind sings in a strong growing rhythm. "For the Keep and Kin," the dwarf shouts as his axe raises and swings in motion with the bard's song.

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miss

It doesn't look like Ritterton applied the bonuses from my performance or flagbearer. Its there if you want it. (+2/+2)

Godsalm, none of us would receive the bonus from your abilities this round as you are the last to act. Next round we would get them though.

ah. Didn't realize I posted out of turn. I thought I had gone last.

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In his growing anger, he didn't feel the slip of a goblin's dog-gutter against his mail. The attack had glanced off, and apparently taken a slight bit of his swing with it as his axe went wide missing skull and jagged goblin grin. Focus yourself, you cannot win honor swinging like a youngling in the training grounds, he said to himself. None of the goblins were combined in a way where one of his beauties could come into play, soon the lassies can have their play,he chuckled aloud.

Andrezi steps out from behind Daelric, taking aim with his crossbow at the goblin by the wheelbarrow.

Crossbow: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 2 = 24 (flag bearer, inspire courage) Potential Crit!
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Confirm?: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 2 = 18 (flag bearer, inspire courage)
Extra Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Andrezi steps out from behind Daelric, taking aim with his crossbow at the goblin by the wheelbarrow.

[dice=Crossbow]1d20 + 3 + 2 (flag bearer, inspire courage) Potential Crit!
[dice=Damage]1d8 + 2

[dice=Confirm?]1d20 + 3 + 2 (flag bearer, inspire courage)
[dice=Extra Damage]1d8 + 2

The Desnan priest's bolt pierces the skull of the assaulting goblin, killing it instantly.

This draws the attention of the other two goblins, and the third goblin swallows a mouthful, and charges the dwarf.

Half way through he stops and starts looking about the stones on the ground, add if he dropped something.

I smile at my new friend Andrezi, "Good shot sir!" I strap my shield to my arm and charge at the next Goblin, axe raised high, bellowing at the top of voice, "hrestvog mensagh!"

War-Axe Attack : 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 2 + 2 = 19
War-Axe Damage : 1d10 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 = 11

Charge as a Standard action, can only move base speed instead of double and cannot draw weapon on charge unless possess the Quick Draw feat. Core Rulebook page 198. AC is already adjusted for the equipped shield and charge penalty.

Axed.

Volkar raised his ax and readied for a swing at the nearest goblin that had flooded through the town square and interrupted the cathedral's dedication. The ax had various runes carved into it telling of its origins the deepest part of the Keep, now lost and flooded by goblins and orcs.

The rage that goblins or orcs brought forth in him caused him to see all such creatures as spawn needing dispatching. His heart beat continued to beat in synchronicity with the bard's song that was growing louder and with greater vigor. His ax sped forward slicing the air as it aimed for green skin.