"True. Unless, of course, someone is coordinating this assault from inside the city walls - someone who really wants this church burned down. A human priest of Rovagug, perhaps. We might want to stay extra alert for such treachery."
"Certainly. Don't waste Gorum's blessing - make sure it strikes something! Of course, that shouldn't be too hard to guarantee, considering our current situation..."
Casting magic weapon on Hudak's bastard sword. It is now a bastard sword +1 for an hour.
He grins at Elisile as she picks up her bow. "'Twasn't as peaceful as we first thought, eh?"
Alwyn shakes his head at L'oj's request. "Leave the dog for now. Though he's beat up bad, you cannot protect him if you cannot fight - and, make no mistake, you are not fit for fight without healing. I'll put him back together again first thing tomorrow morning, don't worry about that."
"Right now, I have, however, exhausted most of my magical power - I have but one trick left before I'm no more than just another man with a sword. I can enchant one weapon to make it strike truer and with greater force for a while. There are more goblins to kill, so who amongst you thinks they need such a boost the most?"
Anyone want a magic weapon? The beefier types don't seem to need it all that much, so I was thinking I'd cast it on Elisile's bow, or possibly L'oj's longsword. Any takers?
Alwyn glances up after healing the city guardsman and sees, to his astonishment, that the dismounted goblin is still alive and in a fighting mood. He straightens up and swings his sword as he steps forward, delivering a powerful strike.
5' step forward and then striking that annoying goblin. Attack roll 14+3+1(bless)=AC 18. Damage 10+3+1(bardic music)=14. Splat!
My next action, in case I'm not around when my turn comes:
Spoiler:
I cast cure light wounds on the bleeding L'oj. We're both a little away from the last goblin champion, so I shouldn't need to cast defensively. However, if he moves closer, that's what I'll do.
Concentration check, if necessary, 12+6=18. Cure light wounds restores 1d8+1=6 hp, and L'oj stops bleeding. BTW, that's my last disposable level 1 spell.
OK. That means cure light wounds on L'oj, and then a cure minor wounds to stabilise the doggie. My magic is pretty limited at level 1, to say the least.
Hudak moves to I6. Don't think he can attack but if so, rat head dog thing hit 16+6=22; dmag 8+3=11. Hope the goblin aoo doesn't crit me...
Unless you get smoked by the goblin in A5 (the other ones have already had their AoOs), I don't see why you can't attack if you charge 7 squares from B6 to I6 and then land a big wallop on the gobbo rat.
As an aside, can I spontaneously convert my domain spell into healing?
Sorry for all that confusion, guys. I guess I got a bit too excited with that attack roll... I'll read my map more carefully next time. Also, good job, FH! We probably need that extra DM with so many players spread out over so many time zones.
Since Ilthers is in Greece, he won't post for a few more hours. So, in the interest of efficiency, here's my action, to be implemented on my turn:
Spoiler:
With a snarl, Alwyn charges the mounted tough in J5. His greatsword spins in a slow, almost lazy circle before smashing into the goblin champion with shocking force.
Attack roll is 19, which hits AC 24; confirm roll is 15+2+2(charge)+1(bless)=AC 20. Damage is 11+3+1(bardic music)x2=30 points of damage! Eat that! Too bad I don't have Cleave...
"There! They'll be trying to set fire to the town and the temple! Get after them - I'll catch up with you in a second."
I'll stop and stabilise bleeders along the way, using spontaneous castings of cure minor wounds. Regrettably, I'll need to save my 'real' spells for the fights I suspect will be coming.
Alwyn picks up a goblin's dogslicer, eyeing its poor craftsmanship in disgust. Leaning it against the ground, he snaps it underneath his bootheel before tossing away the pieces. "Piece of crap. Good thing for them that they are many. Let's go find some more of 'em, shall we?"
Listen check to hear more fighting? I rolled 13+2=15.
Though the goblins are defeated, Alwyn keeps his sword out. "There has to be more of them. Is anyone hurt? Anyone at all?" Any bleeding or incapacitated civilians that I can see?
"Good work, all. However, the little nippers seem to be all over the place." Alwyn points his sword at the second group of goblins. "Hold on! We are on our way!"
Huh? Alwyn shoots Elisile an astonished look as she casts her spell. I'm surrounded by wizards! What are the odds? Surely the Lord of Battles must favour us in this fight - no goblin can possibly stand against our might and the power of these mages. If they are any good, of course...
Spellcraft check 5+3=8. I have no idea of what my companions are up to.
With a scowl, he reaches into his component pouch. "Goblins. Wretched little things," he looks at the two Shoanti nearby and the elf behind him. "Try to keep them close together. No sense in making this difficult..."
"OK? I'm all for keeping things simple. Do you have any... special talents we should know about?"
"What's that abominable singing? Is it part of... GOBLIN!" Alwyn starts struggling with the peace-bonds on his greatsword. Dammit! Who would have thought I'd have to drag out the blade on a day like this?
Initiative 13+1=14. I'll spend the surprise round freeing my weapon.
"I'm pleased to finally properly meet you, Elisile of Crying Leaf. My father named me Alwyn - the shorn one is my brother Hudak; we both hail from the Shundar-Quah lands on the western banks of the great Chavali River. Like you, we are travellers without a known destination; also, like you, we are quite uncertain about what this festival is all about." Alwyn grins sheepishly. "I am unfamiliar with the gods of the Chelaxians - the only symbol I recognise is that of the Great Thunder Spirit, and that is only one of six. Could it be some kind of township anniversary? In any case, the town must have been unusually fortunate over the years to be able to afford building such an impressive temple. So perhaps they wish to thank the gods for their sustained favour and bountiful crops? "
"Brother, do you see the man who makes runes on the treeskins? How does he harness them AND tattoo them so quickly without ripping a hole in the sky? Is the skin enchanted beforehand?
I ask you because you whisper to the gods and they murmur back things you seem to understand."
"Heh heh. The gods do whisper to me, that's true. However, I doubt that the gods have much to do with it - rather, I guess that the bark has been treated with something in order to make it supple and durable. Also, note that he does not slash his notes into the bark, but rather writes on its surface. Having said all of that, while it seems mundane, it is a most valuable thing to be able to write as quickly and accurately as he does. As wondrous as the stone tablets and wooden carvings of our elders are, one must admit that this is a bit more... practical. I suspect that we'll see much such practicality here, and not much tradition or ritual, and that is one of the reasons we should pay close attention to what's going on today - it will show us something out of the ordinary. Now excuse me for a second."
Alwyn wanders over to the nearby elf, addressing her in Elvish. "Excuse me, miss, but you came in on our boat, right? You're as far away from home as we are - could I perhaps inquire about what you're doing here? How 'bout this - you tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine?"
Alwyn was raised by an Elvish-speaking mother, so he speaks excellent Elvish. He's also genuinely curious about who their mystery passenger is, not to mention that Elisile looks about as lost as he feels...
A Shoanti immediately slaps Hudak on the back of the head. "You are Shoanti!" he booms, "Be dour!" Before Hudak can reply, the stranger is swept away by the movement of the crowd and lost.
"Weirdo. The southern sun must have boiled his brains." Alwyn is hanging around with Hudak; his interest in the celebration is twofold. Not only is he keen on seeing which gods are worshipped in this town and what the adherents look like, but he's also on the lookout for free food and drink. Also, as the two of them just got off the boat, he's making sure nobody tries to pilfer their (rather meager) belongings, which they are carrying in their backpacks.
I don't want to look too threatening on my first day in town. The greatsword is peace-bonded in its sheath, and I'm wearing the chainshirt underneath my clothing. Of course, my tattoos are boiling out of my rolled-up sleeves, and I'm kinda big and grim, but hey... You gotta start somewhere. ;D
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