Warchanter + pyros Round 4
HP: 6/10
AC: 12
Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +6
Buffs:
??/10 Inspire Courage - +1 Atk/ +1 Dmg and +1 saves vs charm/fear
4/10 Aspect of the Falcon: +1 to ranged attacks, +3 to perception
bows/crossbows crit range is now 19/20 x3
Hawkeye takes aim at goblin 2.
His shot goes high.
ROUND 4
Ac 14 HP 13 Fort +4 Ref +1 Will +5
Effects: Bard song. 1 surge used. 1 wind blast used. Bane 7 rounds left
I've got this one, take the singer, Boulderback!
Occa turns his back on Skorabor and tries to stab goblin 2 with his vegetable collection.
move. none
Standard. Attack goblin 2. Hit? song included. Damage? Song and whetstone included.
"Not in a mood for singin' anymore?" Skorabor scorns the warsinger as he pursues . The dwarf attacks again but once more his swing is two slow for the nimble goblin who evades easily .
"That's it!", the once proud fighter roars and throws his great axe to the ground, burying the blade deep in the dirt . "If that's how ye want it, fine by me. Let's see ye try and dance yer way out of this!" he continues while fiddleing with the cord that straps his dwarven waraxe to his belt .
Durvin, antsy now that the goblin is swinging at him, decides to strike back at the thing. His throat starting to go hoarse, as he continues his mocking tribute. The goblin's miss urges Durvin in to the opening that exposed to it's side. Durvin strikes this with zeal. Seeing his blade strike true, he moves towards the bothersome chanter. "Not so confident in your song any more are you?" he taunts.
"Frak! You're really starting to anger me! Die, you bastard!" Stark shouts as he takes a step closer, traces a couple symbols in the air and recites "Konus plamya!
Hawkeye's shot goes wild, but Occa strikes true with his trident, piercing the goblin through his stomach. The goblin slumps over, obviously dying. Skorabor misses the quick warchanter and gets fed up, throwing his axe down. Meanwhile, Durvin finds an opening as the goblin begins to taunt him. His rapier makes short work of the thing. Stark, getting angry at the female goblin, starts to step forward but the cloudiness in his mind stops him in his tracks. He takes a moment to shake it off.
The warchanter futilely attempts to do some damage to the dwarf, but his armor is just too much for her. "If you think I'll run like a coward, you are mistaken!" The warchanter holds her ground against the onslaught.
Warchanter + pyros Round 5 (updated for CLW)
HP: 9/10
AC: 12
Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +6
Buffs:
5/10 Aspect of the Falcon: +1 to ranged attacks, +3 to perception
bows/crossbows crit range is now 19/20 x3
Hawkeye sees Durvin make short work of the goblin and now the warchanter is all that is left. He'll reload his crossbow and since he doesn't have a clear shot, will take the time to heal himself.
ROUND 5
Ac 14 HP 13 Fort +4 Ref +1 Will +5
Effects: 1 surge used. 1 wind blast used. Bane no targets remain.
Standard action. Attack chanter Hit? flank included. Damage? .
Leaving the vegetables in the goblin Occa moves swiftly around Durvin to attack the Warchanter from the rear.
Durvin dances deftly around the hideous thing, a female he thinks ugggh, so as to leave an opening for either Hawkeye or Stark to have a clear shot without him in the way. Once behind the chanter, he strikes, finding an opening, but not quite getting the strike he had hoped for. He finally lets out the last of the song, with a cough, as his throat goes dry from trying to sing above the goblin chant for so long.
Round 5
"That's a good girl", Skorabor replies with a menicing smile. The leather cord becomes untangled and suddenly he stands facing the goblin with his trusty dwarven waraxe gripped tightly in his two hands . With a fluid motion the weapon comes down on the warchanter who leaves little trace except for the squirt of blood that staines the dwarven fighters blonde beard .
The warchanter goblin jumps out of the way of Occa's trident only to put herself directly in the path of Skorabor's blade and Durvin's rapier. She falls over without another sound.
Looking around you see a now empty square with a few wooden objects still burning. You notice dead goblins and a few dead citizens as well. Off in the distance you hear the sound of clanging swords and calls of support by what you assume is the town guard. You also hear the occasional shriek of a goblin, but the goblins have by and large stopped singing. The battle appears to be mostly over. That is until you hear a man let out a very loud shout for help followed by frantic barking coming from the north.
"Nice hit! Let's go check out what that noise was.." Stark says, and he begins to go toward the sound of the barking.
Durvin pauses just long enough to grab the whip dropped by the chanter, "I'm pretty sure I know how to use one of these, it seems simple enough." he muses to himself as he coils it up and starts heading toward the noise with Stark.
"No a moment to lose!"
Hawkeye races to the noise as well.
Skorabor looks at the goblin lying dead at his feet with approval. "Sorry to cut your song short", he says then fills the air with his own laughter at the joke. He looks to his companions. "Get it? Cut short!", he manages between bursts of laughter while moving to retrieve his great axe from the ground and strapping it to his back.
His laughter calms and finally stops about the same time as the cry for help is heard from the north. "Ah, there's more", Skorabor says with a smile and sets off to escort the last of the goblins from Sandpoint.
"Come on, no rest for the wicked."
Occa joins the others heading towards the cry for help.
The party runs to the north, toward the direction of the scream and barking. It doesn't take long before they arrive at a rather nice looking inn. The sign identifies it as the White Deer. Immediately catching your eye is a goblin riding a strange doglike creature and wielding another odd, makeshift weapon. The weapon appears to be a halberd of some sort, seemingly made out of scrap metal like the dogslicers of before. In front of the commando is a dog looks to be a small terrier with a loud bark, the same dog you heard before.
The goblin is riding on a mangy animal that looks like a cross between a dog and a rat. The mangy dog's face has the flat nose, beady eyes, and protruding teeth of a rat grown grotesquely large. Tiny clawed forelimbs and a long, hairless pink tail add to its verminous appearance, and the smell of sun-baked sewage practically steams off its patchy fur. In fact, it is likely this "dog" may actually be a rodent of some kind.
The "Dog-Rat-thing"
Goblin Commando
And behind the goblin commander are four smaller goblins, all cowering at dog that is barking. Before you have a chance to act, the goblin commando brings his 'halberd' down, killing the poor dog. The rest of the goblins raise a cheer as the commando speaks loudly in his native language.
You now see a man cowering behind some crates nearby, where the dog was killed. He is no longer screaming, but is now crying and crawling toward his pet. It is now obvious to you that the dog was trying to protect this man before it met its fate to the goblins nearby. The goblins, excited over their victory, now turn their attention to the man. There is nobody else in sight.
Die Dog Die, Surprise round
HP: 9/10
AC: 12
Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +6
Buffs:
??/10 Aspect of the Falcon: +1 to ranged attacks, +3 to perception
bows/crossbows crit range is now 19/20 x3
"Be wary of that rat. It is known the snow from its body causes great discomfort. I'll put it down."
Hawkeye takes aim at the dog that the halberd using goblin is riding.
The crossbow bolt flies into the skull of the dog-creature striking as true as it could.
Round Zero
Ac 14 HP 13 Fort +4 Ref +1 Will +5
Effects: 1 surge used. 1 wind blast used. Bane spell cast.
Resistance (Occa) 6 rounds remain
"You stand in the maelstrom, dog killer, and that was your only warning."
The forecourt of the Stag ripples for a moment the sunlight seeming to come through deep water. Occa and his allies find their movements more fluid, their spirits and their bodies more buoyant.
Standard action. Cast bless. Each ally gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects
"Vzryv bolezn" Stark says after he traces the appropriate symbols in the air. He directs the spell to burst in the center of the goblins.
Surprise round
ac 16
hp 14/14
Skorabor's tugging and fixing his great axe to his back makes the dwarf arrive latest to the scene. With his gear in ordning he surveys the scene and wastes no time charging towards the biggest pack of goblin with his dwarven waraxe raised over his head. "For Clan Boulderback, for Stoneshire!", he bellows as he runs .
"May the earth take you! Foul creatures."
Durvin, arriving at the scene, gets a pep in his step as he decides to try out the new whip. Eagerly, he decides where he will take the fight. Just then a bolt whizzes by and strikes down the goblin's mount. Emboldened by the shot, durvin decides to disarm the now mountless rider. He moves closer, just within range to crack the whip at him. Hopefully, he can get the weapon out of its hands.
While the goblins are distracted, the party immediately springs into action. Stark steps into position, ready to cast a spell on the goblins and Durvin moves into position to disarm the commando. The goblins have now noticed the team, but it is already too late. An arrow comes flying through the air to strike the goblin dog in the head, killing it immediately and throwing the goblin off the animal. He lands softly on his feet and appears to be quite angry (and surprised). Occa calls on Gozreh to bless his companions and Skorabor moves into position to attack.
Durvin steps forward, whip in hand. With the snap of his wrist, the whip lances out and pulls the halberd-like weapon from the goblin commandos hands. Meanwhile, Stark's spell goes off and three of the four goblins he targeted begin to clutch their stomachs as if they are ready to throw up.
Having falling from his dead mount and lost his weapon all in the matter of seconds, the commando is quite disoriented and has forgotten entirely about man behind the crates. He picks up his weapon and moves toward Durvin, ready to strike at the bard.
Round One
Ac 14 HP 13 Fort +4 Ref +1 Will +5
Effects: 1 surge used. 1 wind blast used. Bane spell cast.
Resistance (Occa) 5 rounds remain
Bless 9 rounds remain.
Standard. Activate total defence AC is now 18.
Move. Walk to F,12 drawing an aoo from the commando.
Occa closes to flank the lead goblin carefully. Buckler and trident raised before him.
Skorabor is suddenly struck with the impulse to throw up his lunch as a sickening feeling washes over him but he remains strong and feeling disappears as quickly as it had come (+2 hardy, +1 glory of old) vs DC15)[/ooc]. He notices that the goblins around him is fighting the same impulse, and most are failing. "Stand back!", he calls out with his hand up towards his companions. "These wretched creatures are carriers of some foul disease! I'll finish 'em off and then we can burn them."
Round 1
ac 16
hp 14/14
Skorabor grips his axe with two hands and brings it down on the goblin who has resisted the sickness. The carrier of this foul plague, the dwarf deduces. The strike is well aimed and powerful, spilling the goblins diseased innars all over the nearby area . Skorabor runs his hand over his face to wipe out the most of the gore, then moves to face the next goblin in line for some "Boulderback justice" .
Die Dog Die Round 1
HP: 9/10
AC: 12
Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +6
Buffs:
10/10 Aspect of the Falcon: +1 to ranged attacks, +3 to perception
bows/crossbows crit range is now 19/20 x3
Hawkeye curses to himself as he fumbles with his crossbow and his shot flies harmlessly high above the Goblin commando. He wishes he had Whisper Talon.
(Last round of AotF + PBS)
Occa carefully moves into position to help Durvin against the commando. He deftly avoids a strike by the commando. The commando then ducks under a crossbow bolt shot by Hawkeye. Meanwhile, Skorabor has sliced a goblin in two and then moved into position to start taking down the remaining "diseased" goblins.
The three sickened goblins attempt to aid each other in bringing down the dwarf, who has already killed one of their compatriots. The first manages to strike true, slashing Skorabor across the arm and drawing some blood. The other two goblins make half-hearted attempts to slice Skorabor, but are preoccupied with queasiness.
Durvin, seeing the advantage he has with Occa on the other side, decides to try and put his rapier to work once again. Dropping the whip, well it seemed to have hindered him at least a little, he draws his blade and prepares to stick the obvious leader. However, in his haste to to cover his mouth against whatever disease it is Skora says they carry, he manages to only disrupt his swing.
HP: 9/10
AC: 12
Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +6
Buffs:
none
Hawkeye reloads and aims at the goblin leader again. This time he is determined not to miss.
"Fly as determined as a hawk."
He feels disheartened at his missed shot and longs for the feel of Whisper Talon in his hands. He knows this fight would have already have been over if he had his ancestor's bow.
Stark, growing tired of sitting back slinging spells at the goblins, amidst the battle he yells to Skora, "I've got your back, buddy!"
With a smirk on his face, he raises his hands in a battle stance, and instantly the tips of his fingers acquire red-coloured flecks, scales which end in dark tinged claws. He steps near the goblin behind Skora and swipes his claws at the enemy.
Durvin draws his rapier, a weapon he is more comfortable with and takes a few stabs at the Commando. Unfortunately, the commando's armor and agility make things difficult, and the rapier does not strike true. Stark, on the other hand, has grown claws and taken a swipe at one of the goblins, easily managing to scratch up the goblins back while it was distracted with the Dwarf.
The goblin commando's face, who was previously baring his teeth and snarling, suddenly closes his mouth and simply looks angry. Durvin, Occa, and Hawkeye, who have been concentrating on the commando notice that his swings appear slightly weaker. He tries to stab at Durvin, but the bard easily dodges the halberd-like weapon.
Round 2
ac 16
hp 10/14
"No, ye fool!" Skorabor calls out to Stark. "Unless there's Boulderback blood in yer veins there's no tellin' what the green devil plague will do to ye!" he continues then turns his attention to the goblin who managed to draw blood. "You think me impressed?", he mocks and with a kick to the stomach and a punt of his axe sends the goblins blade whirling through the air. He ends his assault with a upward stroke with his axe, catching the goblin under the jaw, leaving second wide, but toothless, mouth just above the neck . He swings his axe in a wide arc to lose remove it's newly aquired goblin appendix then repositions himself to face the remaining goblins .
Hawkeye recomposes, reloads, and fires at the goblin leader again.
"You." He hoists the crossbow to his shoulder.
"Will." He takes a quick aim at the head of the goblin leader.
"Pay." He pulls the trigger.
His shot presumably misses again. Hawkeye is getting mad.
"I NEED WHISPERTALON."
Round Two
Ac 14 HP 13 Fort +4(+5) Ref +1(+2) Will +5(+6)
Effects: 1 surge used. 1 wind blast used. Bane spell cast.
Resistance (Occa) 4 rounds remain
Bless 8 rounds remain.
Hit? Flank and bless included Damage?
"Lightning take you puppy killer." Occa's voice is grim as the sharp points of his trident seek the gaps in the goblins armor.
Skorabor and Occa's strikes are true, while Hawkeye's inexperience with the crossbow is starting to show, another shot going wide. The two goblin peons that are left each concentrate on a different target. One attacks Skorabor, who has now taken out two of its allies, and the other Stark who has managed to surprise it with a nasty scratch to his back. Both goblins strike true, giving the companions a rather nasty laceration.
5' step to flanking position with goblin 4.
Stark steps to get a better tactical advantage against the goblin at Skora's back. "It's okay, Skora. I can handle it." And swipes at the goblin once more.
Round 3
"These rats are everywhere", Skorabor grunts as another slash draws blood as he's distracted. Unfortunately for his attacker he sees the second swing coming an deftly ducks under the blade and twists his whole body to bring his axe around for a counterblow. The flat of the blade catches the goblin unawares and there's a wet thud as the poor things skull gives away to the dwarven steel .
Skorabor looks at his axe with a grin on his face then holds it up in triumph. "Look Durvin! Art", he calls out with a bellowing laugh to the halfling and points to the bloody imprint the goblin's face left on his axe. "Oh, you still have one left", the dwarven warrior murmurs and sets of to engage the last standing goblin .
The third time's the charm!
Once again he takes aim at he commando and fires his borrowed crossbow.
In Hawkeye's frustration he dry-fires the crossbow and is furious. He seriously contemplates dropping it and returning to melee when he recalls the pain of the goblin's blades in his legs.
Perhaps it is best I stay back...
Durvin is beginning to regret getting involved. His throat is hoarse, his arm is tired, and this tough goblin just won't drop. He reluctanly stabs again, hoping that if this doesn't work, maybe Occa will take him out. Luckily, his swing just manages to connect enough to draw a trickle of blood.
Durvin, surprised by Skora's newfound joviality, can't help but laugh at the dwarf's sense of humor. He notes that Skora's mood greatly improves the more goblins he drops.