"Invigorating! I do so love the smell of chemicals in the sun! Smells like... Burnt Goblins, actually. Quite repugnant. Nevermind." Wits brushes himself off and moves over to the wagon to retrieve the scared inventor. "Come on out, now. All is safe. Slight mishap. No need to hold any grudges. I mean, the goblins would have eaten you! I just singed you a bit..."
Emanual looks around at the others, " Good fighting friends". He turns his head a bit listening to the cries coming from other parts of the city? "Shall we see what other fun there is to be had?" Emanual turns and gets ready to go in search of the singing, waiting for the others to make any preparations they need.
Ninian abandons any aspirations of questioning these goblins with more potential ruckus going on down the street. He limps over towards the others who were involved in the melee. "Nice fighting folks." He regards the little gnome with a sense of trepidation but nods, then answers Emanual. "Perhaps we should. After you."
"Of course we should help the others! I have the most amazing explosives that I've been dying to try out. Of course, it's usually frowned upon to blow things up in town, but with the cover of goblins anything goes! Let's hurry!" Wits takes off toward the loudest sounds of struggle, pulling flasks of vile colored liquids from his pockets.
The sound of singing is coming from the South, and so you follow High Street in that direction. As you move off, there is a large explosion from up ahead, and you see 5 Goblins moving towards you.
The first four are indistinguishable from the ones you just fought, their too-big heads teetering on small bodies, and their gaping maws full of teeth and manic glee. Oh, except for the flaming brands they carry. The last one stands behind. It is this one that sings, and it carries a whip in addition to it's dogslicer.
As the two groups close, the warchanter remains further behind the other goblins, obviously using them as cover.
Luc and Raynard's bolts both glance off the cloathing/armour of their targets to no effect.
The goblins don';t think to get ranged weapons ready, instead they chatter and giggle to themselves as they move closer. Not quite realising that they probably have left themselves within striking range of the men coming towards them.
Wits moves 20' closer to a goblin, and pulls out another flask of bright purple liquid. He begins to move the flask back and forth in front of the goblin's eyes. "Oh, you like that, do you? Like the pretty colored liquid, do we? Keep an eye on the pretty liquid now, my pet. Keep watching it."
Bluff check to enthrall the goblin:
Ninian takes aim at one of the goblins that is not in melee and pushes the button that releases the bolt. With the air pressure released, the bolt hurls out of the end of the barrel with a woosh and screams with a howl towards the goblin; as if powered by divine wrath...
Apparently the first crossbow any of us fires this game is predetermined to miss. And max damage too by jove. Grrr.
As the goblins charge forward, Emanual rushes to meet them, his great sword swinging in a great arc, to take the head off his first foe. It's small, waist-coated form teeters for a moment, headless, and then crashes to the ground.
Witz moves forward, slowly closing with a goblin, and talking to it. It tilts it's head to one side, and then pulls it's dog slicer, runs forward and slams it into his arm.
Ninian and Luc both fire their corssbows, and moth miss the moving targets by a wide margin. Luc throws his shiny new, brass plated model to the floor, causing the air tank to dent on the cobbles, and a small hiss of gas to escape.
The remaining two goblin soldiers both charge at Emanual, seeing their friend taken out has caused them to want revenge, they wave their dog slicers manically, but after a few seconds lines of blood run onto the cobbles.
The final goblin, the warchanter stops, and swings a shortbow round from it's back, nocking an arrow, it fires at Raynard as it sees him taking aim in return. The goblin's arrow sails remarkably true, finding a gap in Raynard's armour and doing a surprising amount of damage . Raynards return shot is just as accurate, causing the small goblin to stagger backwards...
Dean curses as his bolt flies wild. He maneuvers another five feet towards his target as he pulls out a tumbling bolt from its case and seats it in the cradle of the crossbow. The goblin is moving fast, so he concentrates his wrath on it and squeezes the lever, sending another bolt tumbling towards the little beastie.
He screams damnations at his crossbow, cursing at it with every gods name he can think of.
Witz's flask hits a goblin in the face, showing it with volatile, and apparently very stick goo, that instantly ignites. The goblin burns brighter than the sun, for a moment, and then falls to the ground as the light subdues, and lies screaming in pain. . The splash also ignites the goblin next to it, causing more damage, as it throws itself to the ground and struggles to roll out the flames
Meanwhile, the final goblin runt is cloven in twain by Emanual's sword, even as Luc's rapier gets tangled in it's waistcoat.
Raynard, and Ninian both let off rounds from their corssbows, but again, to no effect. The Warchanter appears charmed to the point of rudeness.
The warchanter nocks another arrow and lets fly at Raynard,
just as two more goblins run up behind him from a side street. The are still around 60ft away and they carry flaming sticks, in place of dog slicers...
Ninian curses again as his bolt lands on the cobblestones harmlessly, shimmies forward another half a dozen feet while reloading his crossbow, takes aim at the warchanting goblin, and lets off another tumbling bolt with a woosh from this hand crossbow. He mumbles a plee to Cayden Caileen, asking him to help his judgement let his bolt fly true.