Ulgra gives a look to Enrik, who looks up for a moment and then answers, "Ah, my men must be back from their patrol of the border and woods, and are seeing that things are secure. I would think they should be down and joining us in a moment. Ulgra, would you wish to check on the men?"
Something else was conveyed, too, in Enrik's message to Ulgra.
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"What is going on here?" Herman wonders to himself seeing the interplay between the two hosts. "Could it be some sort of trap?"
Herman decides to risk taking the frontal approach with Enrik, hoping the others will back his play. Feigning indignation, he fumes at the man:"Look here, I demand to know what is going on this very moment! You are acting very sketchy and I don't like it one bit. The men on the roof is really the last straw. Take us back to our quarters now, and then let's get on our way!"
Enrik Ironjaw looks disappointed for a moment, then the Blackraven sets his strong jaw and furrows his brow. “Freyr Darkwine is no king,” he says. “It is not for him to erase a weregild of thousand years to convenience the Pathfinders. Kill us all if you must, but you’ll not drag us before his justice. Those goblins will die like the monsters they are!”
At that moment, Enrik rises and fluidly bring the battleaxe off his back, while Ulgra rises and moves her hand toward the greatsword on her back!
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"I care nothing for your politics. You invite us and our captives into your home and then promise violence before dinner? Defiler! I will enjoy the heady stench of your entrails and use your windpipe as a straw! FAAAAAARG! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"
Storn roars to his feet and yanks out his greatsword. He flashes Ulga a grin before cutting down.
"Let us do some worship, eh sister?"
Enrik visibly blanches at Jani's curse, and Storn's blow almost strikes down Ulgra for good before she has left her seat!
Enrik moves to block Herman and brings his greatsword down with both hands against the sitting halfling, but inexplicably misses, hewing only the table.
Meanwhile, Storn draws his greatsword and nearly downs Ulgra with it as she is drawing hers.
Some of the goblins' ears rotate towards the northwest area of the roof behing Farg, and the turn and look quizzically. You then hear it, too: some men are on the roof, and you think you heard Storn's war cry.
Although wounded, Ulgra manages to return a blow on Storn just as strong as his own - Gorum is pleased with both his devotees - and then steps backwards a few paces.
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Wuliem stands upon the table, moving closer (U17).
As he is doing so, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a vial of sorts.
Price 16.6 gp; Weight 1 lb.
DESCRIPTION
Harvested and concentrated from the remains of slain ghasts, this foul-smelling powder is kept in tightly sealed flasks. It is thrown as a splash weapon and the flask breaks on impact, releasing noxious dust. The target is nauseated for 1 round and sickened for 3 rounds after that. A successful DC 12 Fortitude save prevents the nauseated condition, but not the sickened condition. Creatures within 5 feet of where the flask hits are sickened for 1 round. This is a poison effect.
Wuliem tosses the vial at the female barbarian.
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Hagan quickly leapt up to his feet, sending his chair flying in his wake. He then climbed on top of the table.
He took a few lumbering strides on the table, devastating soup bowls, cutlery and goblets. He retrieved his trusty great axe from his back.
"You would feign hospitality and attack us like COWARDS!?" he screamed, his voice echoing in the dining room.
Seeing Enrik launch his misguided blow against Herman, Jani rises and casts a spell, seeking to muddle Enrik's mind, and he appears dazed.
Ulgra is hit by Wuliem's flask and an ineffably putrid gray material seems to flow across her armor. (Fortunately, no one from the party is too close.) She looks thoroughly repulsed, but doesn't lose her dinner.
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Hagan rises from his chair, climbs on to the table, retrieving his axe striding towards Ulgra just as the droplets of ghast filth splatter to the ground and floor.
Farg hears the fighting going on and looks to the Goblins who seem to have noticed it as well.
Hmmpf... Farg grunts.Must be a trap... I will protect you I'm sure my companions will handle this! then the hulking Tielfling exits the chamber and looks out of the hall but cannot see any opponents only the sound of battle. Unwilling to leave the Goblins unprotected he waits to see what is going on.
He then concentrates ficks a blob of muck in front of the door where it spreads out all greasy and glibbery.
Enrik stands and does nothing, looking unfocused at one of you, then another.
Ulgra, cursing, coughing and spitting, steps back and withdraws around the corner to the north, yelling, "Just try to save your monstrous friends!"
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Jani will shout in Abyssal, then in Infernal, forgetting in the heat of the moment which tongue Farg speaks.
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]ooc]Hagan - under mounted combat, there is a +1 for "higher ground", so that would possibly apply. Still a miss, though.[/ooc]
Hagan attempts to bring the axe down on the Enrik's head, but misses, landing a solid, but harmless, blow on his shield.
Farg casts his grease spell, fouling the ladder and the space beyond, but leaving himself some room to fight outside the door.
The hatch opens and a warrior with a battle axe tries to decend the greased stairs, and does so but incurs Farg's bite. Balanced on the ladder, and with shield slung, he proves a vulnerable target and Farg sinks his teeth deeply into the man's leg. It is all he can do to get out of the greased area.
The second man begins to decend through the hatch but hits the slippery stairs awkwardly and while he doesn't fall, he is momentarily stymied where he stands.
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Storn glances over his shoulder at the sound of Farg shouting and mutters something very ungentlemanly in Hallit. He looks over the dazed Enrik and sighs.
"When I come back here you lot had better be juggling his livers! I never thought I'd give up a grudge kill for some stupid goblins."
With that he takes off after Wuliem, nosily clanking along.
"We're coming, Farg! Keep some alive for us!"
The bite is dodged and the first claw rakes against the man's chain shirt, but the second claw rakes his exposes neck, almost sending him to the ground! He does, however, instantly drop his axe and yell, "I surrender! Mercy!"
Enrik shakes his head momentarily and his face becomes one of the most grim determination, "I have nothing left to lose!" He swings with his battleaxe at Hagan's midsection, but is still reeling from the dazing and shrieks, and it is half-hearted. He takes a step back and seems to wait for the return strike.
You can tell that Ulgra continues to move east, a little slower, stopping to intone some spell.
The severely gashed man drops to his knees and puts his hands over his head.
The warrior on the ladder finally gets his footing and slides down the ladder, turning and drawing his battleaxe, cursing the surrendering man.
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End Archeologists luck, Lingering Performance kicks in to extend duration by two rounds. Full attack against dude that climbed down the ladder.
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Farg was about to bite the man's head off but as the coward surrenders he turns to his companion who seems to be even more foolish! In a flurry of claws and teeth the beast man from the Abyss attempts to take the Ulfen down.
The second warrior, in turn, receives the tiefling's ferocious bite and a swipe with a powerful claw, and drops his battleaxe and surrenders, as well, "I - we - surrender - too! Mercy!"