@Barek:
Round 1 of Boxing
Gorvi leans in right away with a round house blow that misses Barek's chin. Barek, an expert bareknuckles fighter, circles taking Gorvi's measure. He was huffing and puffing pretty hard already. That was good. Barek's straight left hand was blocked by the half-orc, who countered with a left cross that caught poor Barek on the ear making his head spin for a sec. The big hairy lummox could hit, no doubt. Barek fired another straight left that caught the orc in the ribs caushing his breath to escape. Circling more, Barek took another punch on the nose, but this left the orc open for a mighty wallop. Putting his all into it, Barek countered with his haymaker, hoping to end it, but the orc just shook his head and clinched up Barek. Just before the bell, Barek shoved the beast back with his left arm and came round with a mighty right, catcing him hard in the nose. Blood spewed on both fighters and Gorvi staggered, but before Barek could end it, the bell rang signaling the Round's end.
Round 1 results
Barek took 2 hits for total of 8 damage leaving 4 HP.
Gorvi took 3 hits for total of 20 damage, and is quite bloody and beaten, but with Orc Ferocity trait, he can come back for the 2nd round if he chooses.
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Knowing when he's beaten, the orc decides not to mess up his pretty face any further and opts for a large mug of grog instead of a punch in the face. He snarls menacingly at Barek and curses something in Orcish that can';t be repeated in a family game as the throws in his bloody towel.
A priest appears to bless both fighters and he heals all HP damage. The thunderstone at the churchyard (just up the street) sound signaling the start of the festival ceremonies. The boxing ring attendant grabs the leather purse and throws it to Barek, indicating he won the event.
@Thorn: At the Goblin Toss, you see the idea is to throw three beanbags goblins (who each have little goblin names stitched on them) through the hole in the plank form about 10' away. There is a hole for children, one for women, and one for men. The male target requires to hit for AC 15 to make it go in. If you can land all three you win a bag of aforementioned jerky.
I'll take your prior roll, which sinks the first Goblin. Go ahead and roll the other two. Or did Aziza mess with you first?
The man working the event eyes you suspiciously as you try to make small talk before throwing. "An 'lf, eh? Wha's the likesa yoo doin' in Sandpoint? In me 'xperience, 'lfs ain't nothin' but trouble. Slightly better'n gobbies, I'll grant ya, but still gotta watch 'em. Gotta watch 'em all the time. I gots my eye on you, 'lf, got it real gud too, ken?"
Win or lose, you see a young family leaving the event ahead of you. There is a mom holding a baby, a dad with a sour look on his face, and a youngster of about 6 walking a spotted dog. The mom says:"Really Alergast, I don't see what the big deal is. If Aeren wants a stuffed goblin, the nice man would've given him one." The dad with a pinched expression says:"Bah Amele, Aeren's growing up. He's too big to play with dolls. You already got him too afraid to sleep on his own, next you'll have him in curls and dresses." And they wander off the other direction as Aziza bounds up to speak with you.
@Thorn, Mirela, Aziza, and Tunder: The brewery is strategically located on the south end of the churchyard. As you hear the crack of the thunderstone announcing the ceremony's beginning you are well situated to see. You may work your way closer if you want (just follow Aziza's lead, she's got mad crowd control skills).
@Seldon: You wander in from the south and see your friends conversing with another elf, covered in tats, just as the crack sounds.
@Barek: Slightly the worse for wear, but with the tingle of healing still fresh and your purse heavier, you come in from the west and are seeking out Miri and Tunder where you left them.
Aziza - quarterstaff, bellywarmer; sassy attitude
Tunder - axe at the ready, armor?
Barek - no armor (I'm guessing); fists for weapons?
Seldon - Cassock of Desna, any weapons or armor on?
Miri - snazzy leotard, guessing we could tell if there were a dagger hidden in there, but maybe one in your pack? Big blue butterfly in one hand.
Thorn - basic clothing, but armed to the teeth with elf blade, hammer, and daggers all over.
Upon hearing the crack of the thunderstone, Aziza will finish off the wine in her cup, drop down from the bench, and look up expectantly at the others. "So, who else wants to see the release of the butterflies for the Swallowtail festival? It's Desna's blessings and good luck if one lands on you!" She pauses, reconsiders, then crosses her eyes, "Oh yes, and listen to some pointless speeches beforehand, no doubt."
People have been up for hours, shopping, drinking, and playing; merchants have set up tents to vend their wares of food, clothes, local crafts, souvenirs, and beverages. Others folk have arrived early to gain positions near the podiums and the tables beyond. And the Festival officially hasn’t even started yet.
The Swallowtail Festival begins promptly as scheduled at noon with the crack of a thunderstone from the stage set up in the Cathedral yard. The square before the church is crowded now , but the crowd’s chatter begins to die down and eyes turn to the stage. A woman with short auburn hair stands center stage. Behind her sit five wooden chairs, three of them occupied. The woman smiles and begins to speak.
“Good afternoon everyone, I am Kendra Deverin, and I am proud to be Mayor of Sandpoint.” Some of you may recognize the attractive and personable woman from your entry into to town. She addresses the crowd with her usual friendly attitude. Her excitement is obvious and proves contagious as she welcomes visitors and locals alike. “I see everyone’s arrived. Even Larz Rovanky has left off tanning hides to be here. I’m sure his workers are glad it’s not their hides getting tanned...at least not today.” When the chuckles die down and Larz stops glowering past a reluctant smile, Mayor Deverin continues.
”It's wonderful to see so many of you here to join us on this proud day, and I'd like to extend my welcome to the many new faces I see in the crowd. As Mayor, I’d like to extend welcome to you on behalf of the town. I hope you all are enjoying your stay here in Sandpoint and I sincerely hope that you're having a wonderful time. Our town has much to offer and I hope we can consider you as new friends. Spend some time in Sandpoint and you’ll grow to love it like we do. And even if you don’t stay long, at least spend your money while you’re here!”
Several of the merchants give a vigorous applause, and the Mayor lets the crowd settle before continuing over the remaining chuckles. “And to all of the old faces I see, thank you for coming and thank you for everything that each of you has done to keep this town strong. Thank you especially for all the time, sweat, and love you’ve put into building this fine cathedral. Sandpoint didn’t seem complete without a church. Sure, we’ve always had a heart. The true heart of Sandpoint is you, her people. But now we have an expression of that heart, and we built it ourselves!”
”Now, since you have four more of us to stand there through, I'm going to sit down. Today as mayor I am declaring a town order to have fun! This is my favorite time of year!"
The crowd responds with a roar, and it’s a while before the Mayor can continue over the applause. “Without further ado, let me welcome our dutiful Sheriff, Belor Hemlock to the stage!” She indicates a dark-skinned, bulky man, clearly of Shoanti descent, wearing his armor and armed with a large axe. Sheriff Hemlock nods and steps forward onto the stage.
"Thank you, Mayor. First off, let us have a moment of silence." He bows his head and continues speaking, "Let us honor the memories of those friends and family members who we lost during the Late Unpleasantness and in the tragic blaze that made our new cathedral necessary. Cherish those memories and may the blessings of our Gods see them happy and well in the Afterlife." He raises his head and stands in silence for a moment scanning the crowd.
"Over the course of the Festival all instances of wrong-doing will be dealt with swiftly and to the fullest extent of the law. No exceptions. As the sheriff of Sandpoint, I, Belor Hemlock, would also like to welcome everyone to enjoy themselves today, and you may or may not be aware of the planned bonfire at the beach tonight... it looks to be a promising festival. Do trust that I will be monitoring the level of safe conduct late into the evening. I am trusting your fun will lean to the side of caution. If you are a militia member, remember where your duties lay, and help Sandpoint keep the peace. Thank you." With that the sheriff steps back awkwardly and beckons with his hand, for the next speaker to approach.
But no one approaches. The empty chair in the middle of stage stands large. The mayor stands. ”Ahem, it appears the venerable Lonjiku Kaijitsu cannot be with us. Apparently, he has come down suddenly ill. We wish him a speedy recovery.” She motions for the next speaker to take the stage.”Of course our Festival wouldn’t be complete without a few words from the master showman, Cyrdak Drokkus.”
The next speaker is quite a contrast to the dour Sheriff; he is brightly dressed, sports a well-groomed goatee, and seems to be thoroughly enjoying the day. As he reaches the center stage he loosens his collar a bit, winks into the crowd and starts to talk:
"Well, thank you Sheriff for that uplifting oratory. Don't worry I doubt there will be any fun for you to stress over today. If things get out of hand you can ask Ameiko to take the stage and put as all to sleep with one of her stories; at least one Kaijitsu showed up…" The crowd responds with a combination of chuckles and offended heckles.
Without missing a beat Ameiko shouts from her merchant tent "What about the story of your last flop at the theater? I'm almost done with my newest ballad; I call it Cyrdak the Unimpressive! Who wants to hear?"
The crowd responds with laughter and cheers. Amieko can still be heard shouting over the crowd "Your secret boyfriend helped me come up with the name!"
Cyrdak stands awkwardly waiting for the crowd’s laughter to die down, as it does Amieko sneaks in another one liner, "Now who’s’ got a sleepy crowd Cyrdak!"
After the noise finally quiets Cyrdak continues with a forced smile as if nothing happened, "We can all agree, this is our time to celebrate! I know this town has been through some hard times, but we don't lay down easily. Look at what we've accomplished!” He motions towards the church. ”And I'm telling you, they spared no expense with this place. Father Zantus' chamber pot? It's solid gold and comes with a singing choir standing nearby. It's no doubt our neighbors and nobles put a pretty copper into the construction of this joint. And to think they wanted nothing in return, but to enlighten us and our taxes for many lifetimes to come. But worry not about your coin purse, I've heard from the Father himself that the gods are getting their gold together to help pay for this place."
"But don't take it from me; let me hand the stage off to the man who‘s in charge here. Before I let him get things going, I'd like to take this opportunity to extend my personal invitation to each and every one of you to the new production of "The Harpy's Curse" starring the world-famous Magnimarian diva Allishanda as Avisera the Harpy Queen! It's all premiering tomorrow evening and continuing throughout the next two weeks at the Theater. Come see it, it will be fabulous! And now join me in a bit of applause for his holiness himself, Father Zantus!"
The crowd cheers as Cyrdak motions Father Zantus to the center stage. The priest looks noticeably abashed at the reception set up for him. He wears the traditional ceremonial robes of a priest of Desna and a shiny silver holy symbol about his neck. He smiles and tries to calm the crowd down, eventually speaking when the applause has subsided, his voice sonorous and resounding: "Ahem, thank you. Thank you Cyrdak. And thank all of you for coming to join us on this most Holy day."
“Today ushers in the new Fall season. A season I have always thought was named appropriately, as today was the day Desna fell from the heavens during battle with Lamashtu.”
”Though the entire world wept for the loss of our goddess, and of dreams, it is said that she survived. She was discovered, on the beach, by a blind orphan, forgotten and cast aside by the rest of the world. Though the orphan didn't know who she was and could do little for the wounded goddess, she stayed by her side, holding a vigil on the beach, tending to her as best she could and praying to her god, Desna. While other followers had abandoned Desna, the orphan held hope in her faith. Through the care of this orphan, Desna recovered and revealed herself to the blind woman. In return for her devotion, Desna transformed the blind orphan into an immortal Swallowtail butterfly, the first Child of Desna."
Father Zantus motions toward the newly finished cathedral, the sunlight glittering off the stained glass windows. “This story reminds us that tragedy is just a setback, not an end. Though our place of worship was destroyed, and our previous priest, Father Tobyn, perished in the flame, we have come through as Desna would desire, and built anew. Though we have lost many loved ones, yet we persevere.” His voice rises like the trained orator he is. ”Brothers and Sisters, today is our day of new beginnings! Our day of ascension! Friends of Sandpoint, I now declare the Swallowtail Festival officially underway!"
At that, an acolyte throws off the canvas of a nearby wagon, revealing thousands of multi-hued Children of Desna, swallowtail butterflies. The spiraling riot of color rises from the wagon in a furious storm as a great cheer erupts from the crowd. Throughout the rest of the day, children futilely chase butterflies, never quite quick enough to catch them.
After those stirring words the Mayor takes the stage once again. "I can smell the lunch our tavern keepers are ready to serve. A round of applause to Ameiko, Garridan, Cracktooth, and Jargie! I'm sure Father Zantus can spare an extra prayer that they don't burn anything before we get to eat it." More cheering erupts: the enticing aromas drifting over the crowd are overwhelming. The Mayor motions to the food stands, and the crowd queues up to eat and drink.
Seldon will stand on the sidelines of the ceremony, helping to wheel the wagon out into the square and standing in respectful silence through the speeches, smiling through the familiar parable and scanning the faces of the crowd.
He stares at the party's new companion with a detached look of curiosity, but cannot make him out across the square. As the butterflies are released, he'll raise his hand into the air, inviting one to perch on his outstretched finger.
Barek spits out blood from his mouth and grins and he catches the purse filled with gold. "Pleasure as always, Gorvi!" His eyes close as the priest heals him. He opens his eyes afterward and stretches his muscles. He wasn't bleeding anymore, but he could still feel the hits. Barek raises his arms in victory and runs around the ring trying to get a rise out of the crowd.
Laughing, he pockets the coin purse and makes his way back to Miri and Tunder, finding the others have gathered too along with a new stranger. "Miri, is this your nobleman? Hi, I'm Barek. Happy Festival." He extends a hand.
He listens to the Mayor and the other speeches clapping and shouting approval with the rest of the city. "I wonder if Amieko needs help."
Back to respond to Tunder in
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Back at the goblin toss...
attack roll to get bean bag in hole DC 15
attack roll
"Well at least you are honest, I have been accused of being a trouble maker, but I normally don't start it, I just end it! Perhaps I am here just for the equinox and festival, and I hope only good tidings on you and your city."
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Back to the present, Thorn would follow Aziza, he likes her antics! Gotta love the little ones!.
"That's it? A bang, some yammerin', and some butterflies? Well I guess to each his own." Tunder goes to get some food.
Lunch is provided free by the Sandpoint Taverns, both as a donation, and as a marketing expense as they try to put their best feet forward and win the contest.
The Hagfish serves a lobster chowder, The White Deer a peppercorn venison, and there are few less remarkable entries, but the darling of the Festival is once again The Rusty Dragon. Lady Ameiko's curry-spiced salmon and early winterdrop mead overshadow the others' offerings. The line for her food is long but the results are well worth the wait.
The rest of the afternoon is spent in feasting and talking, the games are shut down and the stalls do slow business during the feast. Butterflies alight here and there, children chasing them. Your group sits together and talks, getting to know each other a little better and enjoying the calm and the food and drink.
As the sun begins to set, you see Father Zantus ascend the stage once more to recite the Prayer of First Dreaming and close the Feast. The remaining masses expecting to move to the beach party next where the fun really gets going. The crowd has already begun to disperse a little with over-induldged partiers headed home, merchants back to their wares, and sleepy children off to bed.
Zantus raises his hand to strike the thunderstone again to quiet the crowd...
@Tunder: "Well sorry there aren't any three-day battle chants and mass self-flagellation involved, Tunder. Not all races take their religion as seriously as you dwarves." All that being said, of course, with a cheeky grin and in good humor.
At one point during the feating Thorn seperates himself from his new friends, He sits off out of the way and sits perfectly still for about a half hour.
With a sly grin, Mirela shakes her head "Thorn? Are you a nobleman and just didn't say anything?!" With a light laugh, she shakes her head "No no, he said his name was Foxglove... and he certainly wasn't an elf. I'd have remembered that."
Jamming the stuffed butterfly into her pack, Mirela quickly turns and finishes her drink. "Well, I'm starving. I worked up one hell of an appetite today, and if I keep drinking on an empty stomach, I won't remember much about the festival." Hoping of her bar stool, she addresses the group "Anyone want to grab a bite to eat? Barek? Looks like you could eat something too.
After grabbing some food, Mirela will make her way to the beach to continue the revelry for the evening.
Thorn readily joins Mirela and offering his arm to escort her to the inns/food vendors. "Well I was a nobleman a few times, can't place how many times though, well I guess that would make me a nobleman, shall we?" He will also offer a hand down to Aziza if she wants it. Thorn is all smiles and enjoying himself thoroughly.
Aziza looks at Thorn's hand, then smiles and shakes her head. "No, but thank you. I don't want to feel any more like a human child than I already have to." She'll walk alongside Thorn and Miri as they all chat with each other. "You know, I too have noble blood..." Aziza turns her satchel around so that she can rummage through it as they stroll "If I can find the jar it's in I'll show it to you!"
"Oh you do, do you..." Thorn looks down to see what she is doing then once again the gnome has him bending over in laughter.
From the text:"A sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, slices through the excited crowd as the sun’s setting rays paint the western sky. A stray dog that has crawled under a nearby wagon to sleep starts awake, and the buzz of two dozen conversations quickly hushes as all heads turnt oward the central podium, where a beaming Father Zantus has taken the stage.
He clears his throat, takes a breath to speak, when suddenly a
woman’s scream slices through the air. A few moments later, another
scream rises, then another. Beyond them, a sudden surge of strange new
voices rises—high-pitched, tittering shrieks that sound not quite human.
The crowd parts and something low to the ground races by, giggling with disturbing glee as the stray dog gives a pained yelp and then collapses with a gurgle, its throat cut open from ear to ear. As blood pools around its head, the raucous sound of a strange song begins, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices"
The goblin song sounds like this:
"Goblins chew and goblins bite.
Goblins cut and goblins fight.
Stab the dog and cut the horse,
Goblins eat and take by force
no worries, little one, just easier than waiting on everyone to read/post. We can get right to it that way. Rolls coming up.
Good Guys
Aziza 7 (self rolled)
Bad Guys
The one dog-murdering goblin is joined by 4 more of his cousins and they cackle and scamper around the wagon looking for havoc to wreak. One carries a lit torch, the rest have wicked looking sharpened hunks of metal that might be knives. Out of the corner of your eye, you see dozens more of the little knee-biters chasing women and children through the courtyard. There must be hundreds of those little buggers attacking, but only a handful have their eyes set on you.
Surprise Round
20 Mirela
20 Seldon
18 Blue Goblin
18 Green Goblin (hide Gwen Stacy this is NOT a drill)
17 Barek
17 White Goblin
16 Yellow Goblin
13 Thorn
13 Tunder
11 Red Goblin
7 Aziza (maybe you'll let me roll from now on, hmmm)
Sorry for my lack of posting. I had a very very trying day.
Perception +2 -v- goblins
"Now this is what I call a good time." Tunder takes a moment to reset his armor and prepares his axe for work.
Barek steps forward when he hears the shouting, but he can't figure out where the commotion is coming from. He looks back to the food stalls, but that's where people seem to be running toward. "What's happening?"
Perception
Surprise Round
"Goblins the nasty evil creatures!" Thorn yells, he moves forward 30 feet and pulls his massive yet elegantly curved sword from his back as a free action, while doing so he swivels to allow the weight of the weapon to lessen and pull out the blade that much more quickly. Thorn has a face of rage, "Bring it Filth, may canines everywhere tear your throats out before you have a chance too!"
Confused by the commotion occurring around her, Mirela holds her ground to try and see what is going on. Looking about, she mutters quietly to herself "What's happening?"
Instinctively, Miri reaches for her backpack and slides her hand in, griping the pommel of her dagger, but doesn't yet draw it.
Surprise Round
The size of the suddenly panicked crowd prevents either Seldon or Miri from seeing what the commotion is. Barek's view is likewise blocked. Tunder sees the buggers under the wagon, only because he thought about goblins all the time, and that was a good place for the knee-biters to hide. The dwarf unbelts his axe and prepares for chopping. Thorn sees the threat, and yells to the others alerting them, while charging out to meet it head-on. The crowd parts just enough for Aziza, alerted by Thorn's shouts, to catch a glimpse of the dog-murdering beast under the wagon. Sensibly,she casts her warding spell in case more are nearby.
Blue Goblin seeing the elf come his way, snickers in delight and confidently strides out to meet the pointy ear, closing to within about 15 ft of the elf and making a rude gesture with his off hand.
Green Goblin sees a swallowtail butterfly swirl around his head and scampers around, swinging his blade wildly trying to hit it.
White Goblin having tasted blood, sees the group across the rapidly cleared yard, and his eyes narrow, turning a feral red. He advances wailing.
Yellow Goblin sees the cart, laden with food, and leaps up inside and starts shoveling whole plates of the White Deer's pepper-corn venision inside his over-sized maw.
Red Goblin who carries the lit torch, moves to nearest tent, a small merchant stand selling cheap Desna jewlery, and starts the structure afire, cavorting wildly around it yelling "Fire, Fire, Fire!". Several people who had been taking shelter inside, begin to flee the burning tent.
Round 1
The Goblin menace is all around you. A goblin leaps from roof of nearby building landing headfirst in a rainbarrel. Another attempts to cut down the butterfly lanterns strung across the courtyard, only to continually slide down the pole they are attached to.
20 Mirela
20 Seldon
18 Blue Goblin
18 Green Goblin (chasing butterflies)
17 Barek
17 White Goblin
16 Yellow Goblin (eating)
13 Thorn
13 Tunder
11 Red Goblin (torch)
7 Aziza (mage armor activated)
Seldon turns on the goblins with an icy glare, advancing on them as he spins his starknife in his hand, taking a large chunk out of blue-goblin's shoulder. "Sina naa aina'merende. Naa re en'mereth ar'lina. Mankoi lle wahta ta, goblin? Mankoi naa lle sinome?"
Although she realizes that several of the goblins are within charge distance of her now, Aziza brazenly stands her ground next to the barrels , now surrounded by the invisible, shimmering force of her Mage armor. Reaching inwards for the spark of elemental power at her core, she thrusts out her hand, finger pointed at the nearest goblin, and yells "I'n gunna gh'usa xuia' nanat gughn un xuia' hugat, 'a'nun! Arsa' I''a kuthkag xuia' attat..." An arc of blue-tinged electricity leaps from her out-thrust hand towards the charging yrch.
Seldon draws first blood with his charge into Blue Goblin. The favored weapon of Desna bites deep into the left shoulder of the beast, whose attention was fixed on Thorn before.
Screaming and spinning to face the new threat Blue Goblin brings his wicked blade around in an attempt to separate the now exposed elf cleric's head from body.
The stroke lands true against the unarmored and off balance cleric, striking him across the chest and opening a gash there, which begins to seep blood, staining his ritual cassock. Blue Goblin cackles as he sees the Elf bleed. He circles to his left looking for the next opening.
Green(ish) Goblin hears the wounded scream of his cousin and gives up swatting at butterflies, instead looking at the hated elves closing in. He chitters a goblin curse, and also advances into the fray.
The crowd clears some and Barek sees the Seldon facing off with two nasty goblins. He spots another coming, threatening to surround the elf. "Seldon, watch out on your left!" The large man rushes forward past Thorn to stand with the elf. He swings at one of the small goblins.
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Round 1
Barek alerts the elven cleric to the growing threat around him and arrives at his side, to late to prevent Seldon from taking a cut perhaps, but Barek's quick left hand puts crushes Blue Goblin's football(American)-like head and sends it sprawling with black blood spurting from its mangled face.
White Goblin still in a blood-fury, screeches and steps over to the street brawler, attempting to slash him with his blood stained and nicked blade.
This strike catches Barek in the exposed ribs, slashing deeper than that hunk of metal should. White Goblin cackles with glee, but his eyes widen with fear as Thorn approaches...
Yellow Goblin has scarfed down all the remaining food in the wagon and looks up heavy lidded as the tent nearby goes up in flames. Seeing a fleeing human man, he leaps from the wagon onto the poor fellow's shoulders, taking a big bite from his neck. The bystander ddrops to the ground blood spurting.
Thorn does continue his charge forward, he does not have a clear path so he cannot truly do a charge, but he quickly moves to the left to turn about and get flanking with Berak and not take any AoO. "To purge evil from the lands, and the desecration they bring!" Thorn will bring forth his elegant Elven Court Blade down upon the head of the white goblin. attack with flanking, slashing damage. AC 16.
Tunder rushes up to get into the action as fast as his short thick legs will carry him. He zeros in on the white goblin that just injured Barek, who is not his friend, but at least knows which end of the tankard to drink from, with his axe raised and smile on his face.
Rd 1
double move
Round 1: Full move (to just behind), draw weapon.
Round 2: Move action, attack green goblin.
As the crowd clears and her allies begin to engage the goblins, Mirela quickly zeroes in on the goblin closest the stage. Furrowing her brow, she snaps into action, moving close to stage while drawing her weapon.
Round 2: Seldon will wheel around Barek's side, taking a swipe to throw the white goblin off guard (Barek +2 to hit next round). As he does so, his eyes drift over Thorn, the faintest spark of recognition on his face.
Round 1 - completion
Mirela sneaks around the fracas looking for an opening to stick her bodkin where it counts. To her surprise, one of goblins, who had been chasing butterflies, nearly walks right into her.
Thorn sees the tactical advantage in getting on the flank of White Goblin, but cannot execute the attack as his Elven blade misses wide.
No one said his legs were stubby and lived, but Tunder's well-proportioned dwarven limbs carry him right up to the edge of the melee, just not quite quick enough to strike before White Goblin can react.
Red Goblin's fire has the whole vendor tent up in flames. He watches in wonder as the lovely fire consumes the canvas, and turns to spread his fiery joy to the surrounding building.
Yelling curses at the murdering fiends, little Aziza advances behind the bruisers and discharges a bolt of electrical force at Yellow Goblin who is munching a townsperson. The bolt strikes him square in the face, causing a great yelp of pain from the goblin and dislodging his mouth from a limp victim.
End of Round 1
Round 2
Chaos continues to erupt all around you. Just mere seconds ago this was a peaceful, serene setting, but now bloodstains mar the grounds, fires burn from several places, and the screams of the wounded and frightened echo in your ears. The acrid smell of smoke fills your nostrils. Tension seizes your muscles and along with the pounding of your heartbeat, your ears take in the next stanza of the macabre goblinsong:
"Goblins race and goblins jump.
Goblins slash and goblins bump.
Burn the skin and mash the head,
Goblins here and you be dead!"
20 Mirela
20 Seldon
18 Green Goblin
17 Barek
17 White Goblin
16 Yellow Goblin (hit by Magic Missle)
13 Thorn
13 Tunder
11 Red Goblin (torch)
7 Aziza (mage armor activated)
Mirela stumbles over an overturned bench while trying her dagger against Green Goblin and cannot connect. Her target returns the favor with a blow back at the lovely acrobat:
Green Goblin's blow slips under Miri's guard as she recovers from her stumble. The stroke aimed for her vital organs becomes merely a flesh wound as she twists her lithe body away in time to prevent serious injury.
A feint by Seldon versus White Goblin causes the creature to start in his direction and takes attention from Barek who is the real threat. The Sandpoint Boxing Champion takes steady aim at the distracted target and unleashes a powerhouse right hand:
The blow catches White Goblin full in the face and his skin crumples like wet tissue. Black blood flies all over Thorn and Tunder as the crushed beast makes one last dying breath before collapsing like a sack of potatoes.
After taking a face full of Aziza's force missle, Yellow Goblin charges screeching into the scrum. The nearest target is Seldon who is targeted with a great slashing storm:
The jagged blade catches the wanderer behind the left ear, missing a killing blow by only a few inches due to the goblin's short reach. Still it is the second wound on Seldon who staggers a bit, but remains upright.