If I'm reading your distances correctly, I can hit the goblins with a COlor Spray (15' range)if I can keep up with Mal.

Moving with the warrior as if he knows where he's going, Will pulls something out of his belt pouch. He gives a confused glance around as someone to the side chants something in another language, then blinks, and reaches around Mal to throw what looks like a handful of sand at the goblins. AT his words the sand bursts into a rainbow beam that shimmers as it contacts the little humanoids. The rainbow hammers at them as if it is a physical object.

Will TRY to angle it so that only the goblins are in the cone, but Will is willing to risk getting another caught in the effect, especially if he can get all 3 gobbos too!

Correct, they're just within range.

Goblin will saves: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

The two goblins furthest from Will and Mal continue their run frantic flight, only catching the prismatic spray from their peripheral vision. The last, however, just happens to look over his shoulder at the exact moment to view the full effect head on. It's small eyes widen, then it falls to the ground spasming and gibbering. Unconscious, blinded and stunned for 2d4 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4 rounds.

EDITED: Will's spell predates Adelaine's double move, so there's no chance she's effected.

Oh, and Callum: feel free to have Marten happen by for the goblin chase. Just need an initiative check and you're in.

Moving onwardly.
Will's friend Silas ducks out of the inn after the pursuing Pathfinders and dryly shakes his head, following after. I'll have Silas delay to see what Will's doing, then follow; both he and Will are 35 feet from the inn.

The goblin closest to Addy scoops up a bucket of nails left out by someone repairing a wagon and chucks it at her as he flees.
Attack of the Flying Bucket:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

1d4 ⇒ 3
His companion, wounded by "Ferdinand's" darts of force, continues fleeing toward the darkness by the north wall.

The chase:
Goblin 1- unconscious
Goblin 2- 50 feet from the inn
Goblin 3- 65 feet from the inn; in dim light for humans (20% miss chance)
Addy- 35 feet from the inn
Mal- 25 feet from the inn
Will and Silas- 35 feet from the inn

Actions?

"Ferdinand" runs after the goblins with the rest, stopping briefly to fire a thin ray of frost at the fleeing goblins.Frost

Moving 30 feet closer and using Ray of Frost. (+1 to attack and damage if Point Blank Shot applies) 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

1d3 ⇒ 1

Mal curses as he picks his way between the tents, hampered both by the terrain and his armour. There was a time when he would have moved as easily in scale mail as if wearing a light chain shirt, but after years away from the front line (and away from combat of any kind in the last few) he had lost the skill.

He continues forward, puffing, trying to catch the still fleeing goblins. double move onward, getting as close as he can to the goblin who threw the bucket. I can’t charge in this environment, but that may put into melee range.

Will slows as they pass the goblin he stunned on the ground. He looks aghast for a moment, then tightens his lips with a frown of concentration.

Will raises his staff and clubs the goblin on the head, and then hastens after Mal.

Would that be a Coup-de-grace'? Either way, I'll bat him on the head, then move action to follow Mal, so I'll be behind him if he's taking a double move.

Addy will take a double move to get closer; if she can get within melee range with only a single move, she'll attack whichever one she can.

rapier 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16 damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Will slows as they pass the goblin he stunned on the ground. He looks aghast for a moment, then tightens his lips with a frown of concentration.

Will raises his staff and clubs the goblin on the head, and then hastens after Mal.

Would that be a Coup-de-grace'? Either way, I'll bat him on the head, then move action to follow Mal, so I'll be behind him if he's taking a double move.

1d20 ⇒ 5

1d6 ⇒ 2

Will's unease is pretty clear as he only narrowly connects with the spasming goblin on the ground, further scrambling his egg even if he'll likely survive.

"Ferdinand" runs after the goblins with the rest, stopping briefly to fire a thin ray of frost at the fleeing goblins.Frost

Moving 30 feet closer and using Ray of Frost. (+1 to attack and damage if Point Blank Shot applies) 1d20+1;1d3

Malatar hustles as far and as fast as possible, encumbered as he is with his shield and armor in the cramped campgrounds and closes to within arm's length of the goblin closest to Lady Albercroft Mal is within five feet of the goblin. even as the Lady deftly skewers the offending goblinoid with a flick of her wrist, slaying it. The other continues its flight, abandoning its comrades.

I'll give Silas a chance to pipe in; if you want to pursue the last guy, let me know.

Seeing that the situation is well in hand, Silas beckons to Will, "Come on! They can handle this! A lady awaits your attention!"

Have we dropped the one with the bag? Or is that the one still running?

Have we dropped the one with the bag? Or is that the one still running?

Seeing that the situation is well in hand, Silas beckons to Will, "Come on! They can handle this! A lady awaits your attention!"

"Really Silas. I'm certain she'll be much happier once she discovers that she was waiting while we removed a terrible threat! I do recall that being a valid way to impress a lady in one of your lectures?" Will responds with a raised eyebrow.

Oh, right, full-round action. Cool. I thought it was an 'automatic hit' though, (ONLY on a helpless creature?) But that's ok, it goes perfectly with his character! :)

Silas Tyr wrote:

Seeing that the situation is well in hand, Silas beckons to Will, "Come on! They can handle this! A lady awaits your attention!"

Will looks at Silas in surprise. His obvious nervousness in what is for him an unusually stressful situation seems to vanish as he shakes his head at his friend.

"Really Silas. I'm certain she'll be much happier once she discovers that she was waiting while we removed a terrible threat! I do recall that being a valid way to impress a lady in one of your lectures?" Will responds with a raised eyebrow.

Oh, right, full-round action. Cool. I thought it was an 'automatic hit' though, (ONLY on a helpless creature?) But that's ok, it goes perfectly with his character! :)

Silas Tyr wrote:

Seeing that the situation is well in hand, Silas beckons to Will, "Come on! They can handle this! A lady awaits your attention!"

Will looks at Silas in surprise. His obvious nervousness in what is for him an unusually stressful situation seems to vanish as he shakes his head at his friend.

"Really Silas. I'm certain she'll be much happier once she discovers that she was waiting while we removed a terrible threat! I do recall that being a valid way to impress a lady in one of your lectures?" Will responds with a raised eyebrow.

Oh, right, full-round action. Cool. I thought it was an 'automatic hit' though, (ONLY on a helpless creature?) But that's ok, it goes perfectly with his character! :)

"Oh, you remember that one: the still beating heart of an enemy, will make them as wet as...."

Some stuff about Coup de Gras',...

"Ah, you remember that one?",...

Strangely elated that at least someone in Lady Vestang's household finds his performance acceptable, Marten decides to escape the somewhat feverish and oppressive atmosphere of the manor for an evening. Stopping by his tent only to change out of his costume and pick up his gear, he quickly makes his way out to the nearby hamlet, wondering what kind of drinking companions might present themselves from among the huddled masses brought here by the impending party. As he approaches the inn, some shrieks reach Marten's ears, followed by a cry of "Goblins!", and he pauses, his hand dropping to the hilt of his sword as he peers into the gloaming.

Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Ah, cool, thx! (SEE?!? THIS is what I get for not owning the PFRPG rulebook,... yet,...

Addy will pull one of her daggers out, and continue the chase after the lone remaining goblin ... Why exactly am I doing this? she reflects to herself.

Goblin 1- unconscious
Goblin 2- dead
Goblin 3- 65 feet from the inn; in dim light for humans (20% miss chance)- running
Will and Silas- 35 feet from the inn
Zareby- 25 feet from the inn
Mal- 45 feet from the inn (pursuing goblin)
Addy- 50 feet from the inn (pursuing goblin; will be at 80 feet at the end of this round).
Marten- 65 feet from the inn

The goblin is lost in the dark to Will, Silas and Zareby back by the inn, though the sounds of the stirring camp and the continued pursuit of Malatar and the lady from the inn clues them in that it's still at large.

Mal and Addy can see the goblin running with his sack over one shoulder, his makeshift short sword in the other. He almost blunders into a handsome young man with a mustache that seems to be coming closer to investigate enter Marten. The goblin angrily lashes out at him with his sword-

Dogslicer: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

1d4 ⇒ 2

And Marten can feel the vicious swing connect with his hauberk just above the hip, glancing away. He'll have a bruise in the morning, but no permanent harm's been done. The goblin zig-zags around him and continues his flight. Goblin is now 80 feet from the inn.

“Nice work,” Mal comments between breaths, nodding at the noblewoman. “I’m beginning to see why you think you don’t need a bodyguard.”

But the woman is already running off after the remaining goblin, which is disappearing into the darkness ahead. Mal sighs and continues running; he doesn’t have his bow with him, and the distance and darkness makes a dagger throw an unattractive option.

He keeps running, knowing that he won’t catch the goblin at this rate, but thinking that he may be in time to help the woman if she does.

Double move forward – if he gets beyond the difficult terrain he’ll break into a run.

"I'm not being payed enough for this." "Ferdinand" raises his hand again, and with a word another bolt of force lances out into the fleeing goblin.

Magic Missile, one spell left today. 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"I'm not being payed enough for this." "Ferdinand" raises his hand again, and with a word another bolt of force lances out into the fleeing goblin.

Magic Missile, one spell left today. 1d4+1

If the goblin's stumble allows Addy to get within dagger-throwing range, she'll take the throw. Otherwise, she keeps up the pursuit with a double-move.

Dagger throw 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

damage 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Miss chance 1d100 ⇒ 23

Thinking that goblins are such simple creatures, Silas tosses a copper piece in the direction of the goblin to distract it.

"Blaggard!" Marten cries, staggering backwards a step and grasping his side in pain. Glancing around, he quickly notes the goblin's pursuers, and turns to follow the fleeing creature. As the little terror scrambles over the wall, Marten tosses a few petals into the air and calls out, in a commanding voice, "Sleep rock thy brain!"

He's taking a single move and then casting sleep.

The goblin scrambles at the masonry, impeded by Ferdinand's last missile. Just when he gets a handhold, Lady Albercroft's dagger takes him in the neck. Marten pockets his spell components again as the goblin gurgles his last.

The actor is more than a bit surprised when a copper piece strikes him in the sleeve, thrown from the direction of the inn. A few bleary-eyed stevedores and servants watch the scene with agitated wariness, checking through their own things and looking through likely hiding places for more goblins.

67 XP each for the fight.

Addy calmly walks up to the dead goblin and retrieves her dagger from its neck. Using her boot, she'll try and ascertain what was in the sack it was carrying.

Assuming Malatar comes up too, when she sees him, she comments, "Still think I need a bodyguard?"

She does, however, look at the wounds caused by the bucket of nails the goblin kicked at her, and pulls one out of her arm, wincing just a bit. "Looks like you boys have everything in hand; anyone know where I can get a little bandaging, or maybe a priest?"

"Viviana, what am I going to do with you?" Ferdinand works his way through the camp to her and frowns at her. "It's tough enough being your servant for a week without you running around trying to stab goblins."

"Viviana, what am I going to do with you?" Ferdinand works his way through the camp to her and frowns at her. "It's tough enough being your servant for a week without you running around trying to stab goblins."

Addy calmly walks up to the dead goblin and retrieves her dagger from its neck. Using her boot, she'll try and ascertain what was in the sack it was carrying.

Assuming Malatar comes up too, when she sees him, she comments, "Still think I need a bodyguard?"

She does, however, look at the wounds caused by the bucket of nails the goblin kicked at her, and pulls one out of her arm, wincing just a bit. "Looks like you boys have everything in hand; anyone know where I can get a little bandaging, or maybe a priest?"

Silas sheathes his dagger, "Well, Will, everything seems under control now. What say we walk on over there and see if you remember some of my lecture. Come on. The world will not wait for you."

With a 'why not' shrug and a grand 'after you' gesture, Will grins and follows Silas over to the others. I presume you were heading over to join the others?

The actor is more than a bit surprised when a copper piece strikes him in the sleeve, thrown from the direction of the inn.

Mal takes a moment to catch his breath, I’m getting too old for this, then walks over back to where the goblin that Will dazed with his magic is still lying in the dirt. He picks the small unconscious creature up roughly by the back of its ragged shirt (after a quick check to make sure it does not have any weapons to hand), then walks over to where the small crowd is gathering around the final would-be escapee.

He nods to the noble-woman and the fellow who was throwing magical darts about. “Nice work,” he says, then puts his burden on the ground, moves to keep the goblin pinned with one booted foot, then bends towards the sack. “I’ll do it,” he tells the fellow with the moustache, then opens the sack.

The goblin starts to stir groggily under Mal's foot, its wide head lolling back and forth. Opening the bag, Malatar is greeted by the severed head of poor Bernard, the inn's dog. Nestled around poor Bernard there are various bits of food and shiny things (buttons, sparkled costume fabric, fake jewelry, etc.) and even some cutlery.

An exhausted-looking guard pushes his way through the crowd of people who grumble at his passing.

"We'll have order here!", he shouts, sounding more desperate than authoritative,"Nothing to see, nothing to..."

Upon spotting the goblins and the contents of their sack of booty, he blanches.

"Oh, this is just what we need.", he moans plaintively before catching himself,"Oh, dear, is-is anyone hurt?"

"Only my pride." Wil responds sotto voice, just soft enough for the guard to not realize who said it.

"Who would have thought a goblin would be able to resist my spell?!? I'll be a laughingstock when they hear about this at the office,..." Will mutters to Silas as the guard looks around desperately.

Silas Tyr wrote:

Silas sheathes his dagger, "Well, Will, everything seems under control now. What say we walk on over there and see if you remember some of my lecture. Come on. The world will not wait for you."

Will just, shakes his head, a wry smile on his lips at the apparent thoughtlessness of his friend. But he knows Silas better than that.

With a 'why not' shrug and a grand 'after you' gesture, Will grins and follows Silas over to the others. I presume you were heading over to join the others?

The goblin gibbers and shrieks under Mal's foot, clawing at his boot and gnawing at the steel toe until he chips a tooth and abruptly stops to pick at it.

The guard looks somewhat relieved.
"Well, thank Abadar no one was injured. And thank Abadar you all happened to be here; we're stretched quite thin with all the folk here for the party. Please don't think our little hamlet is a goblin-infested mess; we've never had this problem before."
He addresses the crowd of onlookers.
"I can assure you all we'll do a thorough search of the camps tonight to be sure no more have come. For now, though, you have my deepest apologies."
To Mal, Will, Addy, Zareby, Marten and Silas he says:
"And I think we all owe you a big thanks, my lords, my lady."

The gathered crowd applauds you all; the men receive handshakes and backslaps and while the gratitude for Addy is a bit more formal and subdued, it is genuine nonetheless.

The guard turns back to the goblin.
"Now, uh, I suppose we should... uh, question this bugger?"

"Ummm ... no one injured?" Addy asks, once again looking at her arm and using part of her sleeve to wipe up some light bleeding. She notices a bruise beginning to form where the bucket struck her, as well. "I could still use that healer, if anyone would like to point the way."

"Only my pride." Wil responds sotto voice, just soft enough for the guard to not realize who said it.

"Who would have thought a goblin would be able to resist my spell?!? I'll be a laughingstock when they hear about this at the office,..." Will mutters to Silas as the guard looks around desperately.

The gathered crowd applauds you all; the men receive handshakes and backslaps and while the gratitude for Addy is a bit more formal and subdued, it is genuine nonetheless.

The guard turns back to the goblin.
"Now, uh, I suppose we should... uh, question this bugger?"

Warden of Doors wrote:

The gathered crowd applauds you all; the men receive handshakes and backslaps and while the gratitude for Addy is a bit more formal and subdued, it is genuine nonetheless.

The guard turns back to the goblin.
"Now, uh, I suppose we should... uh, question this bugger?"

Marten smiles broadly at the applause and works the crowd enthusiastically, shaking everyone's hands and muttering "It was nothing" in a self-deprecating manner whilst embellishing his recounting of the event with exaggerated, lurid details. When this is completed, he turns back to the guard and nods his approval. "Quite right, my good man," he says, stepping up to the goblin squirming under Mal's boot and leaning in close. "What are you doing here?" he shouts.

"You! Guard! Do you normally let your hostess' guests stand around bleeding all day? Especially when those same guests do your job for you? I assure you, this would NOT look good if I were to return to Oppara and this story just HAPPENED to find its way around the circuit. This is certainly not what I expected the Lady Vestang's party to be like when I accepted her invitation!" Experiencing an inner tinge of guilt at treating the poor man like that, at this point, Addy's annoyance at her evening being interrupted and having a bucket of nails kicked at her is taking over. The poor guard is just the easiest target ...

Warden of Doors wrote:

The gathered crowd applauds you all; the men receive handshakes and backslaps and while the gratitude for Addy is a bit more formal and subdued, it is genuine nonetheless.

The guard turns back to the goblin.
"Now, uh, I suppose we should... uh, question this bugger?"

Marten smiles broadly at the applause and works the crowd enthusiastically, shaking everyone's hands and muttering "It was nothing" in a self-deprecating manner whilst embellishing his recounting of the event with exaggerated, lurid details. When this is completed, he turns back to the guard and nods his approval. "Quite right, my good man," he says, stepping up to the goblin squirming under Mal's boot and leaning in close. "What are you doing here?" he shouts.

Goblin

Marten wrote:

Warden of Doors wrote:

The gathered crowd applauds you all; the men receive handshakes and backslaps and while the gratitude for Addy is a bit more formal and subdued, it is genuine nonetheless.

The guard turns back to the goblin.
"Now, uh, I suppose we should... uh, question this bugger?"

Marten smiles broadly at the applause and works the crowd enthusiastically, shaking everyone's hands and muttering "It was nothing" in a self-deprecating manner whilst embellishing his recounting of the event with exaggerated, lurid details. When this is completed, he turns back to the guard and nods his approval. "Quite right, my good man," he says, stepping up to the goblin squirming under Mal's boot and leaning in close. "What are you doing here?" he shouts.

Addy frowns at the man she's never even seen before. "I'll say it's nothing, considering ... who ARE you? And will someone PLEASE tell me where I can get my arm bandaged??"

"You! Guard! Do you normally let your hostess' guests stand around bleeding all day? Especially when those same guests do your job for you? I assure you, this would NOT look good if I were to return to Oppara and this story just HAPPENED to find its way around the circuit. This is certainly not what I expected the Lady Vestang's party to be like when I accepted her invitation!" Experiencing an inner tinge of guilt at treating the poor man like that, at this point, Addy's annoyance at her evening being interrupted and having a bucket of nails kicked at her is taking over. The poor guard is just the easiest target ...

He's interrupted by an older man pushing through, a healer's kit under one arm and a white robe with gold trim hastily donned.

"Oh, stow it, knobhead! Just tie up that damn goblin if you got even that much courage left in ya."

The older man turns to Lady Albercroft and bows.
"I couldn't help overhearing, milady. I'm Fergus, what passes for a priest here in our backwater fishing town and I can take care of that for you."
He says a swift prayer to the Lawgiver and touches a hand to your arm.
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

The twice-chastened guard collects some rope and bends toward the snapping goblin. He looks to Malatar with an exhausted, defeated expression.
"I can take him from here, sir."

Mal nods. “I’ll give you a hand.” He kneels down and helps restrain the goblin while the guard ties it up. “You say you’ve never had a goblin problem here before? Better be careful. The little buggers take a shine to a place, they can be damn hard to get rid of. I’ve seen it before.”

Once the goblin is bound, the big warrior stands, looks around at the other goblin hunters. He claps the mage with the magic missiles on the back and nods to the noble lady. “Nicely done.” He turns to see Will whispering with the smarmy looking elf again. “You too Will.”

“Name’s Kane. Malatar Kane,” he introduces himself to the others. “Don’t ‘spose any of you lot could understand that things yammering?” Pointing to the captured goblin.

The older man turns to Lady Albercroft and bows.
"I couldn't help overhearing, milady. I'm Fergus, what passes for a priest here in our backwater fishing town and I can take care of that for you."
He says a swift prayer to the Lawgiver and touches a hand to your arm.
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Once the goblin is bound, the big warrior stands, looks around at the other goblin hunters. He claps the mage with the magic missiles on the back and nods to the noble lady. “Nicely done.” He turns to see Will whispering with the smarmy looking elf again. “You too Will.”

“Name’s Kane. Malatar Kane,” he introduces himself to the others. “Don’t ‘spose any of you lot could understand that things yammering?” Pointing to the captured goblin.