Eli, taking advantage of the fact that Adventus is behind the Goblin, thrusts desperately at its belly.
"Stay on the defensive Doc, I've got the little monster," Ventus said, lashing out with his sword and following up with a vicious blow from the edge of his shield.
Ensu steps back to D10, going full defensive while watching the goblin with a grin, curious to see how good the nasty creature is at tactics and mind games.
Ysmerelda steps forward and with a swipe of her already gore-caked claws cuts down the last goblin.
A hush falls across the immediate area as the goblin falls. It appears that the party is the only ones still occupying the square. Even so, screams and the sounds of battle can be heard from nearby. How nearby is impossible to tell.
From one of the avenues that the crowd fled, a dozen men and women come running back into the cathedral square. Seeing the party as the first group of armed resistance, they sprint towards you. Some of them are bloodied but bear no life-threatening injuries. They look frightened and near panicking.
"Goblins! A small army of them. Coming this way!" one young woman manages.
"What do we do?!" another cries.
***
Marysin stumbles up to Eli, pale and winded but otherwise unharmed. It looks like it took all of her strength to keep up with the crowd when it dragged her away. She practically collapses in the alchemist's arms.
"You're alive..."
Doran salvages as many of his crossbow bolts as he can manage, before checking his weapon. Doesn' do me much good t' be good at shootin' targets 'n' no' thin's tryin' t' kill me...
"Get som'ere safe. I s'pose we'll 'ave t' 'andle 'is," the Abadaran states, loading his weapon with a glint in his eye.
Pirknok silently wipes his dagger off on one of the fallen goblins' clothes, then sheathes it in his belt. He looks up at the cries of alarm, shaking his head foggily. "More uv 'em?"
Hurrying as quickly as he can, he heads to the White Deer to pick up his longaxe and helmet, before returning to the square (or wherever the noises sound like they're originating).
Members of the crowd looks to Doran in panicked confusion. Some begin sobbing in fear.
"Where?!"
***
A couple in the crowd look on as the dwarf bolts northward.
"Should we follow him?"
Doran's brow furrows as he watches the dwarf heads off. "Yeah. 'e should be 'eaded for an inn. Hol' up 'ere, and make sure t' keep an eye out f'r more of 'ose buggers." The inquisitor starts waving the gathered folks northward. "If yer strong enough, protect th' o'ers! We'll do wha' we can, but ya need t' do yer part, too!"
A few of the younger folks drag two of the big tables together and flip them over forming some short sturdy barriers.
Ensu frowns, but he hefts his spear once more, "Best to get this done with; no need to let the vermin spread out."
"Marysin! By the Gods, you're safe..." he breathes in relief. "Yes, I'm alive. I got a little scratch off one of those beasts, but it'll be fine." He looks Marysin over. "We've got to get you somewhere safe... but if more come..." he looks to the others who fought the Goblins, and sees they are all well and armed. He looks at the dagger in his hand. If only I had joined the militia or something... I'd be able to defend Marysin. His gaze settles on the nearby banquet tables. But... maybe there's something I can do...
Eli moves Marysin to a bench and when he's sure she's safe an well for a moment, he rushes about, gathering various things off the tables. He works furiously until he has fashioned these components into five oil-filled bottles stuffed with napkins with a wick sticking out of them. He directs Marysin to fold a tablecloth into a makeshift sling with which he can carry the bottles in relative safety. "There! At least that's something!" He also pulls a small vial out of his belt pouch, checking that it's still intact before returning it.
Ventus followed the others, covering the rear and scanning the buildings with a worried look. When they were safely inside the cathedral he does a quick circuit of the building, looking for ways in and out.
"If the goblins get in here it will be a bloodbath," the enclosed space meant that the goblins cold get to more people than they could easily defend if they got inside.
"Pirknok, here," he offered the Shaonti Dwarf his longsword, "This should be more your speed. Ysmerelda, stay close to the civilians, keep them safe if any of the monsters get through me or Pirknok."
Almost a minute after Pirknok's departure the sounds from one of the nearby battles ends in a wet bloodcurdling scream followed by the sound of a body hitting the street.
A moment later sixteen goblins, pour into the square laughing manically.
Init
Doran
Goblins 2
Ventus
Ysmerelda
Pirknok
Ensu
Eli
Goblins 1
Pirknok
You arrive at the Deer to find the door ajar and the area eerily quiet. Entering, you find the body of a young woman, savagely torn apart. Goblins couldn't have done this.
Doran grunts, raising his weapon and firing into the crowd of incoming goblins. "On yer guards, all o' ya!", he shouts to those who are taking refuge behind his ragtag group of defenders.
Pirknok
Slinking around a dark corner is a lanky starved dog with distinctly rat-like features. On its heels is a grinning goblin holding a longhandled cleaver overhead. Both lick their lips when they spot you.
Pirknok looks at the woman on the ground for a moment, then looks up at the goblin and the dog with sudden bloodlust in his eyes.
Pirknok falls on the hound in a rage and drives his dagger through its skull.
The goblin yelps in surprise and steps back to take a swing at the angry dwarf.
The sound of footsteps can be heard coming from upstairs.
Ensu frowns, and quietly cursing the lack of a crossbow, moves up behind Doran, bracing to attack the first goblin that closes with either of himself or Doran.
Pirknok growls and pulls his dagger out of the dog's skull, only to immediately send a vicious stab at the goblin.
Striding purposefully midway between the companions guarding the townsfolk & the Goblins threatening them, Ysmerelda points one gore encrusted claw at the giggling maniacs as she calls out in warning.
Eli pushes Marysin to the middle of the crowd. "Marysin, if things go badly, get to the harbor." He presses his coin pouch into her hand. "There's not much there, but it should be enough to get you out on a boat and safe from the Goblins, if this is some kind of invasion." he says with a catch in his voice. He rushes back to the front line and readies one of his makeshift bombs. He eyes the mob of Goblins. "Uh, Ysmerelda, do you want to maybe get out of the way, we'd like to shoot the monsters now..." he stage-whispers to her.
Pirknok
The little goblin dodges away nimbly and hacks again with his crude polearm.
Two more goblins brandishing knives comes tearing down the stairs to join the melee.
Pirknok ignores the two new goblins and continues attacking the evil dog's owner.
Your dagger hits its mark this time, driving through the goblin's ribcage and turning its innards to mush.
The remaining goblins shriek and step in to press the advantage.
Pirknok roars at the new enemies, dodging to the side and sending his dagger on a quick stabbing trip toward the taller one.