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Gengar walks directly over to Kinmorn. "Hey, do you believe people can see into the future? Does your god give you that kind of power?"

Not seeming to realize that everyone does not feel the same excitement at the possibility of taking this battle to the goblin camp, Mitnal laughs and says "Sorry. Your question made me think of my mother. She says 'Few people see the future. Even fewer see the present.' ... I can see the future clearly. I see myself killing goblins in the future."

Jeslara 'Jessa' Eventide wrote:

... it would still take days to find the right tribe....

... Also, we have no idea how large this Goblin tribe is. We might be occupied for a long time while the city is left undefended. It looks like there are few people who can actually fight."

"Perhaps we should get started then," says Mitnal intending to be helpful.

As Kinmorn contemplates the signifigance of the booted foot, his emotions shift again and he finds himself feeling anger at the desecration of his mentor's grave.

"Almost I would wish you would track these villains to their lair," says Kinmorn to Shantare, "This crime should not go unpunished. Nor the attack on the town. But how many attacked last night and how many more must there be?"

Mitnal's ears pick up at that and he tries to hide an excited grin.

"Punished? That would be ... what is the expression father Idnag used ... an appropriate and measured use of force, wouldn't it?" says Mitnal to himself as much as to anyone.

Shantare looks disgusted at the idea of digging up a corpse. "Who would do such a thing?" She says under her breath. She walks over to the tracks.

She is going to use her Track feat, so Survival check 1d20+4=18

Mitnal watches Shantare work. "Would you show me how to do that? ... No, not now of course. ..." he says overcome with curiousity before stepping back and watching from a distance.

'If I hadn't been the youngest my father might have lived long enough to teach me this skill,' Mitnal thinks glumly.

"Now that's nasty." Gengar proclaims.

"Who in their right mind would dig up an old corpse...except of them necroromancers?" he wonders aloud.

As the others wonder who would dig up a corpse, Mitnal stands off to the side puzzling over why anyone would bury one. 'These bodies should have been burnt,' he thinks.

Ruano walks over to the tracks and examines them. He may not be a tracker, but he has identified footprints before. He encourages Spot to try to get a scent from the soil.

When Ruano begins to examine the tracks with Spot, Mitnal watches with great interest. These are skills he envies.

"Merriment may have brought us here, but blood and sweat have tied us to this place and to one another. Your thanks are welcome but not required, fore I have gained more than was lost. I have also found in myself the capacity to return more than was taken." Gengar says with nervous confidence while glancing at everyone in the room.

"Mayor, Sandpoint is my home if ever there was such a place." the dwarf says somewhat softly.

Mitnal looks at the dwarf with increasing respect. His speech was just the kind Mitnal liked -- the kind with few unnecessary words. But home ... That was a thought. The dwarf already considers Sandpoint his home.

'Where will home be for me? Sandpoint holds some attractions but there's something missing," Mitnal thought before making up his mind. 'Tomorrow I start looking for a south bound ship or caravan.'

"YAWWWNNNN!"

'Or the day after tomorrow,' he thought sleepily.

"Your words honour us. We are thankful for the opportunity to serve," says Mitnal.

She smiles assuringly at the tall Shoanti warrior.

'Yep. She wants me,' thinks Mitnal confidently.

Mitnal nods in agreement at Jessa's words.

Mitnal gives shorty a squeeze...

When Mitnal arrives at the cathedral and sees his friends, he grows a bit embarrassed at having foisted his bags on the runner. "Here, lad, give me those," he says taking his bags back.

The other day, while in the Rusty Dragon he saw some of the wealthier patrons do something unusual and decides it must be a custom. "For your troubles ..." he says to the boy with his hand cupped, fingers downward, and when the boy stretches out a palm Mitnal tickles it. Turning from the lad unsure if he got that right (especially seeing the surprised and disappointed look on the boy's face) he walks over to his friends.

As soon as Mitnal realizes he is not in any trouble and that, in this case, he is being treated as something important he says to the runner "Yes, I'll come. Here carry this." and hands over much of his stuff.

Mitnal will try to book a room for the evening, stow his stuff there, and then hang out in the eating area looking for his friends. He may fall asleep there while waiting.

It's okay, Mitnal. Spot can't read either, and she's my best friend.

"It's okay, Ruano. When you're a full-grown man, you will probably have real friends."

I just read the parts about Mitnal and tell him what they said seeings as he can't read dick.

Shut up!! Man, I told you not to talk about that anymore!!

Mitnal stumbles back to his camp and rests for a couple of hours. He wakes a bit dizzy and not at all happy. After the chill in the air of the night before he should move into the town. 'I've stayed outside in worse but no reason to,' he thought. 'Also, I'd like to see my ... friends again'.

As he packs up his camp and gathers his gear, he ponders the battle last night. It was nothing like fighting with his brothers.

Partly because they were caught by surprise and didn't have time to form a group. His brothers and he would form a triangular wedge and hammer their way into whatever dared stand in front of them. This fight was chaotic.

Partly because magic has a rather chaotic effect on the battle. One minute you've got your hammer raised over some twitchy little freak, the next minute he's all googley-eyed and smiling. Magic. Bleh.

Partly because he didn't know these people. Didn't know their abilities. Training would help. Oh, well. No use worrying about it now. It's not like we'll ever have to fight together again, is it?

He puts his hide armour on, stows his weapons, slings his gear over a shoulder and hikes into town up to the Rusty Dragon Inn.

Throughout the night, Mitnal works with barely a moment's thought of sleep. As the fire dies down to a few embers, he folds his massive arms across his sweaty, chiselled chest and thinks "I'm folding my massive arms across my sweaty, chiselled chest."

The sheriff points toward Mitnal and Gengar. "Grab those two, and everyone else you can. Get the bucket line organized. Keep it moving. Keep people focused."

Mitnal tenses at being given orders by the sheriff who has abandoned his heritage for the foreign lifestyle but recognizes there is a job to be done.

He calls out to a man ushering his family out of the town centre "You. The dangers passed. Let the women care for the children. Join the line."

He spies a bitter-looking Shantare out of the corner of his eye and wonders 'Why is everyone looking sad. We got to kill goblins today!'.

He calls out to her "Girl. You fought well but we cannot rest. Grab a bucket."

After sitting around in a blissful daze amidst the after-battle chaos, Mitnal notices several people running in the same direction. 'More goblins?' he wonders eagerly but then notices, for the first time, the fire. 'When did that happen?!'

He leaps to his feat and lends a hand despite his exhaustion.

Mitnal looks up from where he is sitting cleaning his gear and smiles at Jessa. 'She looks upset,' he thinks puzzled.

Mitnal, not quite realizing the fight is over, sings and spins around with his hammer a few times looking for someone to hit. Not so far gone in the bliss of battle that he can't recognize his friends, he finally slumps to the ground and begins to clean his warhammer. He works away with his fingers at a shard of goblin bone that got stuck too deep in the hammer's surface and then, when that doesn't work, he resorts to using his teeth to get it out.

Mitnal gleefully surveys the battlefield and finds only one opponent standing. Singing "Until I fall and rise again, with eyes you know are mine ... And then perhaps we'll rest and talk of home," he prances over the fallen bodies and swings too early with his warhammer ...

1d20+3 =(5); 1d8+4 = (12)

... but then follows through with his Klar.

1d20+3 = (16)1d6+2 = (5)

"... But you'll not be surprised to see how much I walk alone."

This is assuming no one has the foolish courage to get between Mitnal and the goblin to try to take this guy as a prisoner and interrogate him. Mitnal is having too much fun to think about that.

So there is one goblin left or there are still two in front of us? I'm so dense. Is the sketch before or after our attacks?

Mitnal sings loudly despite the exertion as he swings his hammer down smashing the shoulder and neck of one goblin.

1d20+3 = (15) / 1d8+4 = (6)

Turning to another goblin, he fends off an attack by smashing his Klar in an upwards motion and then brings the blade of the Klar back down to impale the skittery little freak.

1d20+3 = (23) / 1d6+2 = (3) . He fails to confirm the critical though..

"Don't call my name in battle ... It's not wise ..." he howls, wiping blood splatter from his eyes and looking for more goblins to kill.

"Mitnal! Help!?" she cries, focusing on nothing more than fending off any further attacks.

Mitnal turns and shoots a furious glance at the woman ready to raise his warhammer against her. He seems just aware enough of his surroundings to redirect his attention to the goblins. As the fight proceeds, she can hear him singing angrily, trying to drown out the goblin's war song with his own.

Don't call my name in battle - it's not wise
Do not distract me when you see a new soul in these eyes.
For when the War God fills this flesh I wear,
I am no more your friend, I am the spirit of the bear.

Don't call my name in battle - stand away
For I will never hear you, but another creature may.
It never sees a friend, but only foes -
Just count the bodies flying where this taken body goes.

Don't call my name in battle - wait the time
Until I fall and rise again, with eyes you know are mine.
And then perhaps we'll rest and talk of home
But you'll not be surprised to see how much I walk alone.

Shantare takes another swing at the goblin, although she is visibly weakened. Come on! She thinks. It's just a goblin!

Attack roll 12+2=14. 1d6+2=6 points damage.

Shouldn't that be +3 on your attacks with your rapier? 2 from strength and +1 for class. Not to be a nosy parker but ...

Mitnal looks on in stunned bewilderment as the goblins ignore the fishcakes he threw at them. He was sure at least the animals would pause to sniff at them if not the goblins themselves.

"By Gregor's Teeth! Try the damn fishcakes," he mutters as the goblins begin to attack passing the food without giving it a second glance.

He begins to feel anger welling inside of him. How come his plans never work? He's stayed cool, calm, and collected throughout this fight. He's fought with clarity of mind and of purpose. He's repressed the urge to howl in rage as these stinking, filthy, little creatures have attacked his friends and other innocent people. How come his plans never work? He was sure that Vender or Vinders or whatever the little man's name was would have fallen for his little trick with the coins. He was sure that the goblins would stop to eat some fishcakes. ... And now! Not only did he miss the opportunity to attack ... not only has he made a fool of himself in front of his friends ... but he's thrown away all of Ameiko's little fishcakes!

"TRY THE DAMN FISHCAKES!!" He yells unable to control his anger any further.

Mitnal flies into a rage attacking two-handed. If two goblins are close to him, he'll attack one with the hammer and the other with the Klar.

Attack 1: 1d20+3= (18) / Attack 2: 1d20+3= (18) /Damage 1: 1d8+4 = (8) / Damage 2: 1d6+2 = (3)

Meanwhile, Shantare and nobleman seem to have a veritable army closing in, so she urges Mitnal and Gengar in that direction...

Being the youngest of five warrior siblings, Mitnal is used to being commanded in battle and responds without questioning.

Mitnal, having thrown his fishcakes as an attack, will use his move action to get between the dogriders and the nobleman.

Mitnal feels content with the fight so far. He's fought while maintaining a clear head and hasn't lost himself in grief, anger, or the fog of war. Smiling at Jessa, he wipes some of the accumulated goblin brain and bone from his warhammer onto his trousers and says "I'm getting pretty good at this pacifism thing."

Having unhooked his little basket full of stolen fishcakes from his belt while jogging over there, he loosens the lid and throws it overhand into the mass of goblins aiming for the spot right behind the dogs.

"We'll see if this works. Ameiko's fishcakes are incredible!"

Please use the previous attack roll

Mitnal is a fast runner and lightly armoured. He will try to catch up with Kinmorn.

I will keep that roll as you suggested. It will be the first thing I do when I get within attacking distance of this group

"Mitnal! Basketweaver...I think I own you my life." he says with a slight catch in his voice.

Mitnal winces to hear this. In his tribe, to save someone's life (especially a non-tribe member), to intervene when the spirits call one back to themselves, is presumptuous and means to take responsibility for them forever. Anything Gengar does from this point onward that offends anyone, reflects badly on Mitnal. Anything Gengar does that pleases, demonstrates Mitnal's good judgement. 'No worries', thinks Mitnal, 'Gengar is a good man and I will not regret my decision.'

Mitnal grabs his warhammer and klar back from Jessa and looks for the nearest group of goblins and Kinmorn and heads in that direction. If Kinmorn is in melee combat with a group of goblins, Mitnal will try to come at them from the other side. As he runs, he pops open his basket of stolen fishcakes and tries to shower them with it.

Range attack with basket of stolen fishcakes: 1d20+4=13

I'm sure that I don't actually need to hit them but hit the square they are in ... this would be like a splash attack right :-)

Once she finishes implanting those hypnotic instructions, Jessa joins Mitnal next to Gengar. Her expression softens as she sees his wounds. And Blackwing hops onto her shoulder as she kneels next to the fallen dwarf, peering down at him as well. She looks at Mitnal, lacking any skills in the healing arts and asks sadly, "Is...is he gone? Maybe we should find Kinmorn? He's a priest...

"The dwarf lives. I will carry him to the priest," says Mitnal handing his warhammer and Klar to Jessa. He shoots an evil look at the hypnotized goblins and says: "A snake is always a snake even when it wags like a tail."

He looks at the stage where he last saw Kinmorn and begins heading in that direction with the dwarf in his arms.

Mitnal wrote:

On Mitnal's next round he's going to attempt to get to Gengar. Not being sure of the positions on the battlefield, I'm not sure if this will give my goblin an AoO. If it does, feel free to roll it in advance. Could I get a description of the battlefield between Gengar and me?

You have a move action left this turn, yes? Do you want to take it now, or deliberately wait for the next round?

Either way:

Goblin AoO on Mitnal (1d20+3=5)

You move past him too fast for his swing to connect.

As for a description of the battlefield --

Here, wait. I can do you one better:

Battlefield sketch!

lol@'goblin flight path'

Mitnal ignores the goblin in front of him and dashes towards Gengar as soon as he hears Jessa's warning. He checks on his ally's condition and does anything he can to help him.

Heal check 1d20+1=20

On Mitnal's next round he's going to attempt to get to Gengar. Not being sure of the positions on the battlefield, I'm not sure if this will give my goblin an AoO. If it does, feel free to roll it in advance. Could I get a description of the battlefield between Gengar and me?

Mitnal smiles widely confusing the goblin. That downward swing that knocked the shield out of his hand was simply preparation for the upward swing to follow.

1d20+3=23
1d20+3=18 -- confirming the critical
1d8+2=6 and 1d8+2=6 for a whopping 12 points of damage.

As the goblin is launched in the air Mitnal yells "HARN!", the Shoanti expression used in hideball to warn your teammates that the projectile had gone high and will be coming down soon so watch your heads.

Is it back to my initiative yet?

As I understand it, the goblins represent the next round. You get a new attack then, right? KILL KILL KILL!!!

Mitnal strives to control his breathing as he swings the warhammer around and down attempting to pound a goblin into the ground like the fenceposts he once hammered down for a Chelaxian homesteader.

1d20+3=13
1d8+2=7

Just to refresh my memory, you are not actually wearing your hide shirt or carrying your klar at the moment, correct? Not that it made a difference in these attacks, but it might later.

I mentioned carrying my Klar when I left the campsite (he carries this everyday as it is too valuable to leave behind). I didn't discuss the hide shirt, so I guess I'm not wearing it. I'm not wearing any shoes.

Dear Timid in Turtleback,

Go out on a hunt and bring home enough meat to feed her entire family. Make a gift of this meat. Your message will be clear.

Mitnal the Advice Columnist

Shoanti would hate Sable Company, if they weren't such pogues.

We do hate those colonizing fascists.

Mitnal charges (if a path is clear) any goblins attacking bystanders, swinging his warhammer in an low, under-handed swing ...

1d20+3=6; 1d8+2=5

... but his swing is interrupted by the leg of one of the food tables and knocked off course.

Nicolas Logue wrote:

Sable Company Kicks ASS!

Bah! S-Club is nothing more than doe-eyed lackeys of the establishment that drove freedom from the lowlands.

No better than the Hellknights, I say. Take them off their birdies and I bet they cry like babies!

One day things will be made right, one day.

-Ask (who is chanelling a little Sklar-Quah this a.m.)

So it shall be!!

With a sickening cruch, he hits the goblin hard enough to send it sailing well over the heads of the bystanders to land with a limp thud some distance away.

Mitnal allows himself a smile of grim satisfaction: 'All those days of playing 'hammerball' weren't such a waste after all!', he thinks.

Blackwing's claw attack (+4 melee) = (1d20+4=9)

Blackwing is flanking against a flatfooted foe, right? ... denied his dexterity bonus because he's hanging from her?

Mitnal hears Gengar's warning and heads for the goblin under the cart, swinging his warhammer around in a low swing.

Ooops. We're posting at the same time. Can I attack the nearest goblin who isn't actually getting a piggy-back ride please?

I'm going to bed soon and have a busy day tomorrow. I'm posting my action now even though it may be out of order (surprise round's not done, eh?)

Mitnal hears Gengar's warning and heads for the goblin under the cart, swinging his warhammer around in a low swing.

see roll here
1d20+3 (16,3) = (19)
1d8+2 (5,2) = (7)

For the record, Mitnal will not be using his two handed attack unless he is flanking an opponent and gaining the benefit of the distraction or unless otherwise noted.

Mitnal is not acting in the surprise round, so I will hold my comments for now

"Who are you people and what am I doing in the wrong thread?" asks an astonished Mitnal.

[SPOT CHECK 1d20+1=11]

Jessa also takes a moment to chat with Mitnal and Gengar. "Hello, boys..." she grins, "It's nice to see you again. Are you planning on going to the consecration tonight for the new cathedral? Kinmorn should be there, too. And I'll bring Blackwing along as well. We could all stand together, if you'd like?"

"Hello Eventide. Is The Raven ... Blackwing ... here? Ah. There he is." Mitnal nods to The Raven. "Tonight? Will there be more speeches?" then, glancing at Ameiko adds "I will be here."

Mitnal wrote:

"Duh pihhhkaak ahh berry guhh," Mitnal says with a mouthful of food. He's about to add that, while they taste delicious with their precocious hint of peppery herbgrass, their presentation may be offensive to the totem spirit of the Great-Ocean-Mother-Fish whose eggs are as numerous in the ocean as stars are in the skies but thinks he shouldn't risk it before he swallows.

A voice speaks from behind Mitnal.

"Would you care to try some curried salmon? I've brought a plate with me. Specially prepared. There's even enough for Gengar, if he still has an appetite left after that skewer."

'Is this a table of Ameiko's food? That explains why I can't get enough of them. What is it about Ameiko?!' he thinks.

"Yes. ... curried salmon," is all Mitnal manages to say.

'You idiot,' he thinks.