Well he could have had his weapon drawn when we entered the building. That's what I did. But otherwise he will have to wait until his turn in round 1 to activate arcane strike.
DM's ruling: No Swift Actions in Surprise rounds, and I'd assume Florin drew his weapon before you opened the door, when Rohan told you all that there were goblins aboot.
Before everyone busts through the door, Dorrak quietly says Try not to spread out too much. Looks like a big room. To Aria Keep distance and obstacles between you and them if you can, lass.
He nods to the others Hard and fast before they can sound an alert. And he gets ready to charge in behind Vulf, Rohan and Florin.
Dorrak's Hammer goes astray as he rushes into the goblin, but both Vulf's blades and Copper's fangs find goblin flesh, finishing enemies quickly and efficiently.
Dorrak and Copper are attacked by goblins flailing red hot glass tongs from the fire. Copper narrowly avoids being scorched and Dorrak watches in bemusement as the creature attacking him hits and burns it's own leg.
Vulf lashes out with his swords one blade swinging wildly at the tiny goblin but the back swing cuts down the goblins companion neatly coming up from the floor to cut it across the width of it's frail body.
Keep yerself behind me and sling yer spells, lass. Dorrak agrees as Zelaria moves behind him. He grinds his teeth and sends his hammer toward a goblin but once again finds no connection with the foul being.
Dorrack thought you should knw we still waiting on Florin for his first round action and your attack will fall on the second round :) sometimes it gets messy if people post for multiple turns that have yet to come :) haha sorry thought id catch ya before we have everyone else posting
"AAAAaaahhhh!!!" Comes the almost girlish scream of the goblin Rohan charges, who attempts to hit him with a pane of glass.
Attack:1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8
The foe with the tongs will continue his assualt, attempting to singe Dorrak.
Attack:1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1 DOH!
This time the goblin falls, and the tongs fall as well. Into his chest. The goblin screams for a while, then stops as smoke continues to well from under the corpse.
The remaining goblin sees that it's allies are dead and pales. "Oh Bondye, li nan moun yo ki te sispann atak la. Run!"
Goblin:
"Oh God, it's the longshanks that stopped the raid. RUN!"
The goblin turns, throwing down it's dogslicer and charges away, heedless of the attacks it draws.
Feeling a deep sense of inadequacy, Dorrak looks around at the group.
I ... I can't help these people. Sadness overcomes him and tears fill his eyes. His shoulders slump, his hammer drops to the floor and his hands cover his face.
A voice enters his mind. Rid yourself of your impurities, Dorrak. Doubt, weakness, addiction. Fire. That is the answer.
Slowly he picks up his head, eyes wide, he begins walking toward the open furnace door. A growl turns into a roar as his pace quickens. Running toward the furnace he screams and jumps into the flames.
His voice becomes a short-lived pain-wracked yelp and fall silent as the flames take his body.
