Quietly following the party, Albrecht spins at the sound of a fully armored, and readies himself, both mentally as well as falling into a well-practiced martial stance.
Keeping silent during the discussion of what to do with the prisoners, Albrecht's face turned to stone as they were speaking of killing the in cold blood, but grows warmer as he realizes that they are being given a chance to prove themselves. Walking up to Gob, he says, "You have made the right choice; The Dawnflower teaches that everyone deserves a chance at redemption, no matter how heinous their crime." However he adds, "But only one chance," as he turns toward the goblin prisoners.
I'm assuming since it gives a hit point amount for the net, I can try to cut through it, in which case I would try to cut through it:
Flinching back from the arrows flying his way, Albrecht gets caught in a net that he promptly begins to start to try to cut and squirm his way out of.
Actually, my AC is 22, so it misses unless it has been more than 4 hours since we entered Thistletop as I manifested an Interial Armor upon entering (Holy... Have we really been in here for five months?)
Assuming Gornak used the lucerne hammer, and as such did not move...
Easily dodging the arrow sent his way, Albrecht waits for Gornak to swing at Ripnugget before stepping up and sending a flurry of sword slashes at the mounted goblin chief.
Flurry of Blows
Staying to the side and slightly ahead of Thanadros, sword at the ready, Albrecht climbs the stairs, following the goblins and trying to remain silent, ready to leap at any foe's at a moment's notice.
Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Doing the dirty work with a look of pity on his face, Albrecht cleans his blade on a clean rag once done with it. Peeking into the newly revealed room, he turns to his allies waiting, and with a whispered, "No time like the present..." as encouragement, he gives a quick glance around the room for traps and the like, and then (assuming he finds none) he gestures for one of the goblins to go first.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Keeping his voice low, Albrecht says, "We should sneak in. They may only be minor nuisances individually, but in larger numbers they can be a threat. So... you might want to stay here and guard the door to give us a heads-up in case anyone comes out of one of the other doors."
Creeping quietly, with his head kept down so it doesn't brush the ceiling, Albrecht begins to try and listen past the other doorways (if closed), just poking his head past one if it is even slightly ajar.
Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
"Well then, we should fix that by being less exposed inside there; fortune favors the bold after all," Albrecht says in response to Vaclav's concerns. Taking a single quiet step closer, he stops when he hears Gob's appraisal of the possibly trapped or lockable door. "Good point," he says while turning to Gornak. "Hey Gornak, you feel like helping me 'disable' that door once we are inside?" he asks with a slight smile on his face.
Quickly crossing the bridge after Gornak, Albrecht stands on the other side of the ravine watching the open doors that the newly found goblins have found, his blade still in his hand. Speaking quietly to Vaclav and the group as a whole, just a bit more than a whisper, he says, "Right now we have the element of surprise; if we wait to assault their nest, they might realize that they are under attack and prepare accordingly..."
I think that we should push the element of surprise, but if need be we can fall back to the bridge. As for my PP spent, I should be good, assuming that my Inertial Armor is still going (it lasts 4 hours, so it should be).
Thanking Vaclav once more, Albrecht stretches up to the sky to work out the knots in his muscles. Smiling when Gob translates the "big mo-fo longshanks" comment, Albrecht turns to Thanadros and says, "May I take the potion? I seem to be getting separated quite frequently while in the thick of things..."
"I hate to be a bother, or seem needy, but if we are going to meet more resistance like that, I could do with some more patching up. Perhaps one of those potions?" Albrecht says as he straightens up as the healing influence of Erastil and Vaclav's faith heals him, and closes his wounds, leaving only the nuisance of bruises and the like.
I believe so; I'm still down six...
Limping back to the group, Albrecht grimaces in pain as he gestures at some of his nasty wounds and says weakly, "Yeah, I could definitely use some patching up; more than one of those beasts got me good..."
Falling silent as he hears Gob speaking to the other goblins, Albrecht smiles slightly at the thought of Gob redeeming the two of them.
Wincing in pain at the pair of nasty blows dealt to him, Albrecht retaliates, swinging at the Goblin in front of him, while simultaneously retreating a short distance. "I'd hate to be a bother, but this one is rather... tenacious," Albrecht says, his blood dripping from several wounds."[/b]
Flurry of Sword Blows:
Continuing his assault, Albrecht spins and slices at his nearby foes, like a vicious, lethal dancer.
Flurry of Sword Blows!
Taking advantage of the dog's instability, Albrecht turns and slices downward with his blade.
Attack of Opportunity:
Fort Save vs Dog: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Flinching from the nasty wound inflicted by the nearby goblin dog, Albrecht takes a step back, out of the now slippery area [ooc](five foot step to G07), dropping the glaive as he moves, and then draws his temple sword and cuts into the still adjacent goblin rider with his blade.
Attack Roll: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Carrying through with the momentum of his successful strike, Albrecht spins and swings at one of the riders trying to get past him, with a simple prayer of "Iomedae, guide my blade," uttered as he pivots.
Attack on the one that is in F05 (directly above Gornak):
Hearing the riders approach, Albrecht pivots, glaive at the ready and with a cry of "For the Dawnflower!", he charges at the nearest foe, swinging at the incoming rider.
Holding the standard to charge (since I am limited to a single standard for this "round" I can charge up to my speed) at the first rider that is 35, or less, feet away (the glaive is a reach weapon).
Attack (+2 from Charge): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
And if I can't charge for some reason, then just Hold an Attack until they get within range of the glaive.
Sighing when he realizes that Grogmurt has slipped away, Albrecht turns and returns to the Goblin Dogs, stopping to grab his halberd on the way.
EA: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
and for when I finally get to the dogs:
Looking down and snarling at the vines, the normally calm and reserved Albrecht appears to be reverting to his more savage origins as he gets frustrated at the interference of the vines.
EA: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
If possible, move to D -01, otherwise, as close to Gob/Grogmurt as possible
Hearing Gob's snarls, Albrecht glances back to make sure that Gornak has the spiders covered (sorry, Albrecht has no real way of dealing with them, unless I could use Elemental Fist for the Fire damage...) before continuing to shove his way through the vegetation, to where the druid is, dropping the ornate glaive and drawing his favored blade along the way.
Double Move to D-01, and another Reflex Save since I am still in the vegetation.
Recoiling in disgust and anger at the swarm of spiders running over him, Albrecht shakes off the weak effects of their venom and cries out to Gob and Aylmora, "Can you do anything about these?", and is suddenly ensnared by the mobile vegetation as he attempts to leave. With a muttered "By the Dawnflower...", he tries wriggle free from its grasp before moving through the area, to the southern area that Aylmora indicated the spellcaster may be
Spinning as he hears the cat arrive, Albrecht turns just in time to see Vaclav and Gornak smash the cat apart. Turning back to the dogs, he slashes at one more of them.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
G6, armed with the glaive, taking potshots at the dogs from 10 feet away via reach.
"Might as well pitch in too..." Sheathing his sword, Albrecht draws the overly ornate glaive and begins to hack at the dogs with it.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Walking past the goblins, keeping his ears open now that they are behind him, Albrecht carefully approaches the hole and leans over it just enough to see if he can tell what is in it/where it goes.
Perception Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
"If he can just walk through the brambles with great ease, then I recommend focusing on him to begin with. Also, with the shaman down, perhaps his 'pet' will be easier to take care of too. And I agree with Thandros; if one of these women is the one mentioned in Tsuto's journal, then I merely suggest caution, we cannot turn back now."
His blade clean and shining in what dim light penetrates the brambles, the normally genial Albrecht now stands slightly crouched, clearly in a warrior's pose and ready for the fighting that is to come.
Standing up and brushing the dust off of his robes and then wiping his blade clean on some of the surrounding plants, Albrecht walks over to Vaclav, answering his question with, "I'm fine too, thank you. How about you?"
Turning to Gob, Albrecht voices his agreement with Gornak's opinion.
Seeing the goblin charge him, and deftly dodging the blow, Albrecht returns the favor with his slightly increased sense of where his foe will be.
Flurry of Blows; if the first attack takes out C10, then five foot step, if possible, and attack B10 too.
Attack 1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Sorry. Been busy as school has started to pick up once more.
Hearing the war cries of the approaching goblins, Albrecht takes a moment to breathe in deeply and as he exhales, the world seems to slow down by a tiny amount. Centered, he moves up, putting his body in between Aylmora and the advancing Goblins.
Standard Action and 1 PP for an Offensive Precognition (3 min, +1 on attack rolls), Move Action to move to D10, assuming he wouldn't be squeezing there. If he would be, then he'd go to D9 instead.
Clearly growing frustrated at the thorns hindering them, and at the cramped spaces, Albrecht clearly agrees with the idea to just smash through to the other side.
Sword at the ready, and an initiative roll: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Stowing his blade and using his newly found glaive, Albrecht steps forward and looks back to make sure that the others have him covered. Reassured, he uses his glaive to lift up the woven briars so that they can see underneath them and pass below them.
Carefully examining the area that Shelalu pointed out, Albrecht closes his eyes for a moment, and finds his center and mentally prays to Iomedae for the speed to strike down his foes before they strike him. Opening his eyes, he tightens his grip, ready to strike at the heart of the tribe.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
If he can, Albrecht would definitely charge his target.
Landing on the ground, Albrecht bolts toward the freshly-fallen goblin, aiming a kick right for his oversized head.
Attack of Opportunity: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Missing the falling goblin, Albrecht mutters, "You're not getting away that easily..." and also leaps from the tree after him.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16