"Ha, like we want ta be here! We got business, once it's over we won't be staying. Got no love for goblins, even less for your cold blooded friends over there," Karrin says pointing her thumb at Greep and Ffethpaar, "and the sooner we're done the better."
At the young tiefling's declaration, the sound of scraping chairs echo in the dank tavern. Most of the tavern's patrons stand up, including the four in the back corner. There is a sound of blades leaving scabbards. A strong voice in accented Cager Cant calls out from the bar.
"State yer business then bint, if yeh have any. I'll not have any barminess in my bar. Say yer screed and sod off."
"We want to talk with the gentleman in the corner. Their friend won't be making it to the meeting today, or ever for that matter."
Greep bristles visibly at the 'cold-blooded' comment, rising to his feet on the bench. He glares at the warm-blood breeders who are interupting his beer breakfest. But he doesn't act yet- let his goblin hosts deal with the intruders.
"We want to talk with the gentleman in the corner. Their friend won't be making it to the meeting today, or ever for that matter."
At the mention of gentlemen in the corner, the server glances back at the four standing in the dark corner. A voice calls out gruffly in Goblin.
Goblin:
After hearing the barking squeal from the back, the server stands aside and addresses Eir and Karrin.
"Duuvarg sez ta come over to his table."
Ffethpaar stirs uneasily at the anti-lizard comments coming from one of his own associates. He knows they are putting on an act, but it is not something he would ever say. It is a shock to discover that people can dislike somebody simply because of the tail he carries.
Finally he shrugs and checks his claw covers while going over the various spells he has at his disposal for when the trouble starts
Eir walks up to the table at the back.
"I'm sorry to inform you that Norgins has met with an unfortunate accident."
Panatella back into the corner of her mouth, she talks out of the other corner.
"My name is Eir and this is my partner, Marra. I talk, she kills. Which would you like?"
Eir walks up to the table at the back.
"I'm sorry to inform you that Norgins has met with an unfortunate accident."
Panatella back into the corner of her mouth, she talks out of the other corner.
"My name is Eir and this is my partner, Marra. I talk, she kills. Which would you like?"
The four goblins scowl at Eir's brashness. The silk-clad goblin speaks out
"What do yeh want to palaver about then? Norgins is dead, that puts us in a little bind, but no matter. Plenty of pinkskin knights of the post to go around. What do yeh want? His job?"
"What do yeh want to palaver about then? Norgins is dead, that puts us in a little bind, but no matter. Plenty of pinkskin knights of the post to go around. What do yeh want? His job?"
"What terms are you offering?"
"He seems too smart fer a goblin," Karrin (in her role as Marra) mutters, "maybe he's one of those shapeshifters."
(spoken quietly to F. in Common) "Looks like breakfast will be delayed."
Swift happily enters as though she belongs in the establishment, making her way into the room she gives an easy smile. Oozing confidence she makes her way across to the bar and slinks into a stool.
Zigel makes his way into the tavern. He pause at the door to sniff the air .
"Buy the powers what a pig stie..ew ah well goblin hole."
He rolls himself into a nearby booth
"Barkeep give me some of that swile you have here. and hurry it up ya lazy leather headed basher"
unseen to the goblins zigel prepares his compontes for the fun that about to begain.
Zigel makes his way into the tavern. He pause at the door to sniff the air .
"Buy the powers what a pig stie..ew ah well goblin hole."
He rolls himself into a nearby booth
"Barkeep give me some of that swile you have here. and hurry it up ya lazy leather headed basher"
unseen to the goblins zigel prepares his compontes for the fun that about to begain.
I thought Swift had entered, oh wells.
Swift happily enters as though she belongs in the establishment, making her way into the room she gives an easy smile. Oozing confidence she makes her way across to the bar and slinks into a stool."
The odd looking goblin tending bar looks Swift over. His bluish face scowls, as he reaches under the bar counter.
What in the name of Maglubiyet's hairy hindquarters is going on here? Listen, we don't serve pinkskins here. You and horn boy best turn about and find another place to bub. I'm getting twitchy, and I don't deal well with twitchy."
The servers have stopped their preparations and are closing in on your position.
"What terms are you offering?"
Duuvarg the silk-clad leader chortles nastily.
"Never gave you any terms berk. One, I don't like yer look. Two, I don't know you, or your maggot-born friend here. Three I am in a bad mood, and I don't likes bein' interrupted by pert-mouthed jinkskirts while I am talking in my local."
Duuvarg pauses, and barks out a word in Draconic.
Draconic:
Suddenly his form shimmers, and the silk garments he had been wearing have been replaced by a set of plate mail. Instead of a dagger at his belt, Duuvarg now carries a large greataxe. The axe's head smokes slightly.
"So do yerself a favor, turn yerself about and leave while yeh still've got the power to do so."
The four goblins at the table stare the two down, the tattooed one mubling something under his breath.
The odd looking goblin tending bar looks Swift over. His bluish face scowls, as he reaches under the bar counter.
What in the name of Maglubiyet's hairy hindquarters is going on here? Listen, we don't serve pinkskins here. You and horn boy best turn about and find another place to bub. I'm getting twitchy, and I don't deal well with twitchy."
The servers have stopped their preparations and are closing in on your position.
"Now now.." Swift purrs out, gently lifting her hands in a placating motion "I'm just here to get a drink and relax. I'm not here to cause trouble and I tip well" She assures the staff "I may have pinkskin but surely I have a right to be able to sit and have a drink in peace like the rest of the patrons in this fine establishment."
Seating at his booth zigel begins to chant and gesture in odd symtrcal motions fingers bent on odd shapes and angles. His chat ends with a sharp rasp. Across the room the table the goblins are at erupts it a storm of snowballs covering the goblins round the table with there unnatural cold.
"Kratos get'em"
Gonna need someone to roll intiative for group .. I'll post the plusses on this profile. Gotta head to work, I'll try and get a wrap up either tonight or tomorrow morn.
Initiatives:
Eir: +3
Karrin: +3
Greep: +3
Swift: +3
Zigel: +2
Kratos: +2
Ffethpaar: +1
Ffethpaar looks at Greep, and Eir and casually stands up as if to leave. "So it happens" he thinks. He waits until he is sure what the situation is. What he really wants is to take the stage and ping the more innocent golbins with his sling hoping stop them interfering without killing them, but he will see.
Initiatives:
Server 3 (by K,G,F): 18
Sargak(LT 1): 18
Eir: 14
Karrin: 14
Greep: 14
Swift: 14
Zigel: 13
Kratos: 13
Duuvarg: 13
Ffethpaar: 12
Server 2 (by Swift): 12
Bartender: 8
Nurkrak (tattooed gobbo): 7
Horv(LT2): 4
Server 1 (by front door): 4
Kratos' Gobbo: 3
Misc gobbos 1d20+1=4, 1d20+1=18, 1d20+1=12, 1d20+1=3
The casting of Zigel's spell erupts in an impressive shower of icy snow particles all over the four goblin salt merchants. The only one who doesn't bear the full brunt of the icy snowballs is the tattooed goblin.
Snarling savagely, Kratos charges the nearby goblin and sinks fangs into his neck, ripping a huge gobbet of flesh out. A gout of bright green blood sprays his muzzle as the goblin collapses. The goblin's drinking partner shreiks and runs for the far door in the back of the tavern.
Greep shrinks down, becoming tiny in an instant, the booth swelling before his eyes.
The server next to the goblin Kratos attacked draws a slim billyclub from a sheath and attempts to strike the bullhound.
1d20+2=14+2 flank+16
The club strikes the dead goblin as he slumps in front of Kratos, dulling the blow.
Sargak, the goblin in front of Karrin, lunges towards her, his frost-bitten face locked in a hatefull scowl.
1d20+3=14
His attack swings wide, missing karrin by a whisker hair as she bends back to avoid the blade.
Activate luck on self, standard action.
Next.
"Finally!" Karrin (still in her Marra role) crys, "I've been waiting all day for this!"
Next: (Greep)
Greep hops atop the table whose bench he is standing on. Using the 'launch bolt' cantrip, he fires a crossbow bolt at one of the broken claw guards (E11).
He shouts (in Common) "If you're not 'Broken Claw' get down!"
...
...
Karrin's axe whirls in a blur of steel, slicing through Sargak's neck with ease. Sargak's frostbitten face, now bugeyed in surprise, flips up and lands on an adjoining table. Green blood gouts up from his body's severed neck as it collapses to the filthy floor.
Greep's crossbow bolt grazes Horv as he readies himself for combat with the fearsome Karrin.
When his move is up:
Shouts at Kratos:
"These are innocent, don't kill them, or go and fight someone useful".
To the server: (in goblin)
"This is nothing to do with you, get safe!"
He will then take a step towards the downed goblin and attempt to stabalise him, if possible.
After that, he will see where is help is most needed (if he can).
Tasting goblin blood kratos pays the lizardman no heed. He hunts and protects that is his role in life.Two legger sympathy and outlooks were often odd to the hound.He drops the lifeless foe and runs to his masters side.Dodging past foes,leaping jaws wide if any gets in his way.
Zigel drops back into chatting firing off an ice bolt at the tattooed goblin hopping to freeze him in place.
ok ray attack. 18 and damage 6+1=7 the dice gods favor me tonight
effect The
target must also make a Reflex save
or be frozen to the ground with its
feet encased in ice. A frozen creature
cannot move, receives no Dexterity
bonus to AC, and incurs a –2 penalty
on attack rolls.
A frozen creature can free itself with
a DC 18 Strength check or by dealing
15 points of damage to the ice
Swift easily vaults over the counter is front of her. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay down" She tells the bartender in a low hiss before aiming her handcrossbow at the room in general, using the bar for cover and picking a good target.
>>MAP<<
Steal away
Zigel drops back into chatting firing off an ice bolt at the tattooed goblin hopping to freeze him in place.
** spoiler omitted **
Zigel:
target must also make a Reflex save
or be frozen to the ground with its
feet encased in ice. A frozen creature
cannot move, receives no Dexterity
bonus to AC, and incurs a –2 penalty
on attack rolls.
A frozen creature can free itself with
a DC 18 Strength check or by dealing
15 points of damage to the ice
Tasting goblin blood kratos pays the lizardman no heed. He hunts and protects that is his role in life.Two legger sympathy and outlooks were often odd to the hound.He drops the lifeless foe and runs to his masters side.Dodging past foes,leaping jaws wide if any gets in his way.
** spoiler omitted **
Initiatives:
Server 3 (by K,G,F): 18
Sargak(LT 1): 18 {DEAD}
Eir: 14
Karrin: 14
Greep: 14
Swift: 14
Zigel: 13
Kratos: 13
Duuvarg: 13
Ffethpaar: 12
Server 2 (by Swift): 12
Bartender: 8
Nurkrak (tattooed gobbo): 7
Horv(LT2): 4
Server 1 (by front door): 4
Kratos' Gobbo: 3 {incapacitated}
Swift nimbly dives over the scarred wooden bartop, coming up next to the blue-tinted goblin just in time to see him retreiving a blue crystal wand bound in iron from under the bar's counter. The wand looks like a giant icicle.
Zigel's ray of frost leaps out in a smoking blue line, striking the tattooed goblin Nurkrak. The goblin's feet freeze fast to the ground, but he manages to retain his concentration and continue chanting some sort of spell.
Kratos sees his master at the bar, but there is an angry goblin with a club in his way.
Duuvarg bellows, hopping up on the table and swing at Karrin with his smoking crystalline-headed axe.
Axe attack:1d20+13=23
Damage:1d10=1, frost dam: 1d6=5 Total dam: 6
The axe head bites into Karrin, the wound paining her as a stab of bitter cold freezes the gash.
Ffethpaar binds the dying goblin's wounds, managing to stanch the gushing neck wound. Given time the goblin might be all right, but he will need long term care without magical intervention.
The server by Swift attempts to club her as she vaults the bar.
Club Attack: 1d20+2=18
Damage: 1d4=3
The hardwood billy club raps Swift smartly across the ribs as she gains her footing behind the bar.
The bartender aims his blue crystal icicle at Zigel and fires a blue bolt much like the one Zigel had just fired at Nurkrak.
2d6=8 DC 14 reflex to halve damage
Nurkrak the tattooed goblin finishes his spell, and a black flame-shot cloud materializes over by Eir. A large crimson-colored spiny scorpion emerges from the sulphurous smoke, advancing on her menacingly.
Horv the goblin lieutenant takes a swing at Karrin, trying to trip her up.
Attack: 1d20+3=5
Karrin manages to jump over his sword's swing, keeping an eye on Duuvarg and his frosty axe.
The server by the front door heads towards the melee in front of the bar. The other goblins scatter, most headed for the exit.
Eir rakes at Nurkrak (C12) with her sabers:
"This Guy's got some sort of magical Axe," Karrin calls out, "I'll need some healing after this"
Defensive cast (1d20 13=17)
Whoa, didn't make that by much! Thank goodness for combat casting!
also, quick reminder: Karrin's AC is 18 right now . . . although if this guy is hitting at plus 13 it's not going to matter :(
Zigel tries to spin out of the way.they with a small bronze lens starts chanting again.A ray of flames shoots from his hand to engulf the wand wielding gobbo
save11+3=14[url]
attack with ray [url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1608147/]19+3
and damage 5+1=6
spell info
1d6 fire +
The target
must also make a Refl ex save or catch
fi re, taking 1d6 points of fi re damage
each round until the fl ames are put
out (requiring a DC 15 Refl ex save; see
Catching on Fire,
Round 2 initiatives:
Server 3 (by K,G,F): 18
Eir: 14
Karrin: 14
Greep: 14
Swift: 14
Zigel: 13
Kratos: 13
Duuvarg: 13
Ffethpaar: 12
Fiendish scorpion: 11
Server 2 (by Swift): 12
Bartender: 8
Nurkrak (tattooed gobbo): 7 {down for the count}
Horv(LT2): 4
Server 1 (by front door): 4
Kratos' Gobbo: 3 {incapacitated}
The goblin server by Kratos attempts to swing his billy club against the large bullhound's head.
The blow goes wide, whistling over Kratos' head.
Eir's sabres whirl in a glittering arc of blurred steel, cutting deep into the tattooed goblin's flesh. He screeches and falls backwards onto the floor, green blood gouting from his wounds.
Karrin casts True Strike, the scene slowing for her and every detail of Duuvarg's ugly countenance springing forth in crystal-clear detail.
"This Guy's got some sort of magical Axe," Karrin calls out, "I'll need some healing after this"
Eir looks up from the mage she just executed.
"Healing now or him dead?"