Venmirl sees his friend go down in battle and a wave a grief washes over him. With the cleric tending to Izbahn, Venmirl rushes to the evil brute and swings his morningstar.
Morningstar: , damage:
bump?
As Izbahn lays on the ground dying, Venmirl runs by him, eager to get some revenge. Sadly the large goblinoid blocks his attack without to much trouble.
The remaining goblin finally realizes he's now the only one remaining close the clearing. He yelps something that sounds like 'nasty elfy' before running and disappearing into the woods.
Everyone has bless for 19 rounds. Darst and Naomi are next.
Initiative order:
Brute?: 22
Shalelu: 16
Venmirl: 11
Izbahn: 11
Goblins: 10
Darst: 9 <-- we are here.
Naomi: 9
Darst heads after his friends.
Naomi kneels down and starts applying pressure to Izbahn's wounds in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
Darst leaves the clearing and heads after his friends. He eventually comes upon Naomi standing over Izbahn's unconscious body.
Naomi's efforts to save Izbahn pay off. Even if the wizard remains badly hurt and unconscious, it's seems she was able to stop the bleeding and return his respiration to normal. He's probably no longer in danger of dying.
The bugbear sneers at Venmirl. "Don't think you've won this yet, human. I'll hunt you and more then one will fall next time!" He says before withdrawing into the denser part of the forest.
Shalelu is a bit dumbfounded that her savior is a goblin. Eventually. she just shrugs and run after him.
"That's exactly why you need to die now!" Venmirl screams as he tries to follow the escaping beast.
Perception:
Venmirl runs after the fleeing enemy but, with the short visibility the forest provides, he soon loses sight of the big humanoid. Venmirl stops for a moment, trying to hear the fleeing goblinoid but all he can hear is his own breathing and the flapping wings of birds frighten by his passage. It seems the big brute escaped for now. Still, the bugbear can't have gone very far and might have left some signs of his passage.
"Venmirl, let him go! We can track him down later!" Naomi calls as she stands up and looks for closer threats.
Not knowing what to do, Darst stays by Izbahn and waits for an order. He watches Shalelu warily.
"Damn!" Venmirl curses in disgust as he is unable to find just where his enemy has fled into the brush. He gives running further a second thought before returning back to his friends.
"Damn!" Venmirl curses in disgust as he is unable to find just where his enemy has fled into the brush. He gives running further a second thought before returning back to his friends.
"He getting away?"
"He getting away?"
Shalelu lowers her bow and looks a bit relieved. "As much as it pains me to see Bruthazmus escape once more, I'm happy about the way things turn out! To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you here? I thought the mayor had told you to remain in town." She looks in turn at Venmirl then Naomi, avoiding Darst for now. Only when her eyes fall on Izbahn's prone form does she realizes the gravity of his wounds. "Wait ... I'm sorry, don't answer my silly question, we should tend to him first." She kneels before him and retrieves a few fresh berries from a leather pouch fasted to her belt. She holds Izbahn's jaw open with one hand and crushes a berry in the other, letting it juices and crushed solids fall into the mage's mouth. It takes a few seconds but Izbahn miraculously begins to stir and regain a minimal amount of consciousness. Shalelu smiles at him and feeds him the rest of her magical berries. Izbahn feels stronger with each berry and devours them all like an hungry ogre. He feels much better, even if he still feels pain from the wounds the bugbear gave him.
Izbahn staggers to his feet nearly falling back on his face. When he sees Shalelu, his face shows an immeasureable amount of relief.
"I am glad we found you! We came out here to track down a missing stallion for a merchant, but we ran into some unforeseen snags. Are you OK?" He glances around him, "Unless that horse is nearby, we should return to Sandpoint before that bugbear returns with more friends of his."
Izbahn Level Up
+4 HP, total 18 hp, currently 5 hp
Reserve points 9, 2 currently
+1 Fort
+1 Refl
Feat: Spell Penetration
Skills +6 (2+1 racial, +3 int)
Know, Arcane +1
Know, Dungeon +1
Know History +1
Know, Local +1
Know, Planes +1
Spellcraft +1
+2 2nd level spells/day
+2 spells learned. (Invisibility, Web)
Skill points (7):
Bluff
Diplomacy
Disguise
Heal
Perception
Use Magic
Spells:
0=Create Water
1=Bless
Feat: Weapon Focus (morningstar)
Teamwork Feat (with Solo Tactics): Shielded Caster (+4 Cast Defensive)
During the fight, Naomi and Izbahn followed behind Venmirl and Darst and also came into contact with the stinging nettle in the underbrush. Some of their exposed skin is starthing to itch slightly.
Izbahn staggers to his feet nearly falling back on his face. When he sees Shalelu, his face shows an immeasureable amount of relief.
"I am glad we found you! We came out here to track down a missing stallion for a merchant, but we ran into some unforeseen snags. Are you OK?" He glances around him, "Unless that horse is nearby, we should return to Sandpoint before that bugbear returns with more friends of his."
"I'm fine." Replies Shalelu simply even if her wounds and soot covered face seem to indicate otherwise. "But I can't return to Sandpoint just yet! We're really close to Thistletop. I got two friends that were made prisoner by the goblins there. I'm not leaving until I can find out their fate. Plus, that's probably were Bruthazmus ran off to. I believe I owe him an arrow or two." She concludes with a wicked smile.
Izbahn suppresses a groan, What is it with these women? Still, he puts a brave smile on his face and responds, ”Shalelu, we would be more than willing to help you find your friends, and also that Bruthazmus fellow.” He glances at his companions and nods wearily, ”We should rest for a few minutes to recover, before pressing on though.”
Naomi frowns as she scratches some nettles from his skin.
"Resting is probably a good idea."
Venmirl looks surprisingly at Shalelu. "Bruthazmus? You know its name? Have you encountered him before?"
"Resting is probably a good idea."
Shalelu looks around at the group and the condition they are in. "Yeah, you're right. It would do little to help Kortus and Amrunelara if we get ourselves killed. My brashness already got them captured. *sigh* Night is gonna fall in a few hours, perhaps we can hunker down and hide somewhere close while we rest."
Venmirl looks surprisingly at Shalelu. "Bruthazmus? You know its name? Have you encountered him before?"
Shalelu looks almost as surprised. "You don't know? Oh ... I guess I've only told that to your mage friend back in Sandpoint. Bruthazmus the bugbear is an old enemy of mine, my 'nemesis' some would call it. He's a notorious elf-killer and has terrorize settlements up and down the lost coast for a few years now. I've tracked him down and fought him on several occasions. Those fights always seem to end with a draw. With your help, maybe I can change that. I know he regularly visited the five local goblin tribes to trade a few things but, from what I saw and learned in the last few days, he seems to have taken permanent residence with the Thistletop goblins for some reason."
Shalelu looks around at the group and the condition they are in. "Yeah, you're right. It would do little to help Kortus and Amrunelara if we get ourselves killed. My brashness already got them captured. *sigh* Night is gonna fall in a few hours, perhaps we can hunker down and hide somewhere close while we rest."
Izbahn nods in agreement with Shalelu, "Yes, that would be a good idea, gives me a chance to memorize a couple of new spells I have learned. Now your friends are Kortus and..."
Izbahn vaguely remembered the Dwarf who had traveled briefly with the group. He remembers the beautiful elf on the other hand quite vividly, and a conflicting swell of emotions wash over his face.
He mutters under his breath, ”Amrunelara? I have to see her again? That’s just wonderful…”
Darst is barely able to prevent a burst of manic laughter. "So, elfy gets herself caught, eh? This's bringin' us to DOUBLE elfies saved?"
He grins broadly at Shalelu. "This business is lookin' dangerous for you elfies! Maybe you should jus...er."
His eyes widen. "Hang on. Waitwaitwait. THISTLETOP?! We's goin' THERE?!"
"Urk."
Shalelu seems a bit annoyed by the goblin's comment and frowns at him. "Urk? What do you mean? What do you little rascal know about Thistletop?" She asks in an almost aggressive manner.
Izbahn raises his hand in a calming motion, he hopes anyway. "Ease off of Darst there, Shalelu. He did try to help you there."
He then turns to Darst, Aaand Darst, if you have been to Thistletop before don't you think we should know of this, especially since we know the goblins are basing their attacks from there?"
Izbahn raises his hand in a calming motion, he hopes anyway. "Ease off of Darst there, Shalelu. He did try to help you there."
He then turns to Darst, Aaand Darst, if you have been to Thistletop before don't you think we should know of this, especially since we know the goblins are basing their attacks from there?"
"I isn't been there ever! I's a Sandpoint goblin!" The goblin fidgets with his war razor. "An' I isn't been there for some good reasoning! What's we going headed that way? Since when's that the planning? You says CAMP, no STRENGTH-HOLD!"
"Darst, are you telling us the truth?!"
Sense Motive:
;)
"Darst, are you telling us the truth?!"
Sense Motive:1d20+8
;)
"I is! Why's I lie?"
"Hmmm..." Venmirl thinks to himself. "He seems like he is telling the truth, but there is something I don't trust about him. Still, he has fought beside us admirably, even against his own kind."
His patience nearly exhaused, Izbahn snaps "That's enough, you two! We are going to Thistletop to rescue Shalelu's friends, and Darst, you will guide us there."
He turns to Shalelu, "We need a place to hole up for the night, do you know of a place near here?"
His patience nearly exhaused, Izbahn snaps "That's enough, you two! We are going to Thistletop to rescue Shalelu's friends, and Darst, you will guide us there."
He turns to Shalelu, "We need a place to hole up for the night, do you know of a place near here?"
Shalelu nods. "Fortunately, if there's one thing this forest doesn't lack, it's hiding spots. I believe I saw a large uprooted tree not too far from here, in the denser part of the forest. Its roots and the surrounding vegetation should provide enough concealment for us to hide. That is as long as we don't make a fire or do something else stupid to reveal our position." She pauses for a moment, letting the others reach to her proposition before she adds: "The goblin seem to be on your ... well our side for now. But are you sure it wise to bring him along for an expedition into a goblin 'strength-hold' as he puts it?"
[*Speaking of Thistletop*] Darst knows that this is a name of a local goblin tribe. He remembers that the other goblins of his own tribe always said the Thistletops were stinky lucky lazy goblins thieves. They apparently have the best lair in the region, somewhere north of Sandpoint, and they have stolen it from better goblins (which were usually ancestors of the one telling the story).
Darst knows that Thistletop itself is build atop an about 100-foot tall rock that sit in the sea, several feet off the nettlewood coast. Some say that with the right angle and lighting, the rock looks a bit like a human head. Darst finds this notion silly, why would goblins live atop a human head? He also as been told stories of passages beneath the goblin lair. It is said that these passages are filled with dangerous monsters and that an ancient goblin chief hid something powerful down there.
Darst glares at Shalelu. "Wise? Why it not be wise? I's not the serial killer here!"
He looks at Izbahn. "I says, I's never been to Thistletop in me life! All I knows is it's a ghosty place. The crazy Thistlers live on this huge giant's head, 'cause they're crazy, an' their chiefs fill their dungeons wit' monsters! There's summat bad down there, an' that's only the fifth reason why not to go!"
Shalelu pauses for a moment, letting the others reach to her proposition before she adds: "The goblin seem to be on your ... well our side for now. But are you sure it wise to bring him along for an expedition into a goblin 'strength-hold' as he puts it?"
Izbahn looks directly into Shalelu's eyes, "I trust Darst with my life. I know he will not betray us."
Darst glares at Shalelu. "Wise? Why it not be wise? I's not the serial killer here!"
He looks at Izbahn. "I says, I's never been to Thistletop in me life! All I knows is it's a ghosty place. The crazy Thistlers live on this huge giant's head, 'cause they're crazy, an' their chiefs fill their dungeons wit' monsters! There's summat bad down there, an' that's only the fifth reason why not to go!"
Izbahn sighs, "Yeah we know who is there, Nualia and whatever goblin tribes are based there. Also Shalelu's friends are imprisoned there too. We have no choice here."
Darst glares at Shalelu. "Wise? Why it not be wise? I's not the serial killer here!"
"A serial killer? Oh that's rich!" Shalelu replies angrily. "I'm protecting defenseless farmers and merchants from your own psycho brethren! Your kin wouldn't have to fear us if they would just stop killing for fun!" She throws her arms in the air and takes a deep breath. "But I guess we don't have time for more arguments ... let's just find that hiding spot." She says before storming off, not really checking back to see if the rest of the group is following.
Izbahn sighs. This is definitely going to be a challenge, trying to keep those two from each other's throats, not to mention working to gether. Maybe I can talk to her....ahhh who am I kidding? Darst and Shalelu will have to prove themselves to each other first. That will take time.
He hurries off after Shalelu, not willing to be left alone here.
Venmirl starts heading off toward the direction Shalelu and the hiding spot or located. He takes his time, but eventually catches up to Shalelu. When he is certain the others are far enough behind, he strikes up a conversation with her.
Being a tracker himself, Venmirl follows Shalelu's lead and joins her in covering their tracks and hiding any signs of their location.
I believe Venmirl new max hp should be 29 (current 24), not 30.
The sun slowly sinks in the west and our adventurers have prepared their camp. Shalelu strongly suggest to keep a lookout during the night. By the determined look in her eyes, she seems about ready to stay up all night.
Izbahn volunteers for the first watch, knowing he would be useless in the dark and also needing rest to memorize his spells for the next day.
"I's watching next. You's eyes ain't gold like mine."
Venmirl remembers his conversation with Shalelu before agreeing on taking the third watch.