You look for tracks, I'll watch your back." Marrada says against the noise of the surf, drawing a dagger from one if her thigh sheaths. Her gaze tries to penetrate the mist.
Perception
Ahead of you, you see a body in the sand of the beach, the waves washing over it.
Moving over to the body, Wanderer scans the beach as he approaches.
"Marrada, got a body over here!"
Wanderer checks the body, watching hands for movement especially.
"Hey, buddy! You okay?"
Assuming he gets no answer (and no hostile action), Wanderer pulls the body above the waterline.
Sheathing her dagger, Marrada runs over to help Uncle with the body. "It it anyone from town? she asks
Flipping the body over, Wanderer searches for distinguishing marks,tattoos, or the like.
You flip the body of the young woman over. She is dressed in a filthy brown robe that has been ripped in half...the bottom half is missing. Under it she wears a red dress that is bunched up around her thighs and hips. Her face is covered by her wet gray hair, some of which is in her mouth.
"Dear spirits, she was with child!!" Marrads exclaims. She then places her hands on the women's belly feeling if the child inside was still alive.
"Pregnant? Who would throw a pregnant woman off a cliff? I assume since she screamed it was not a suicide."
Wanderer keeps scanning the beach for movement or other threats.
"This is getting more and more strange by the minute."
Marrada places her hand on the girls belly. With a coughing fit, water fountains out of her mouth, and her eyes snap open, going wide as she sees Marrada, with Wanderer standing over her. she screams.
With an ear piercing cry, goblins charge out of the fog at you, bandishing torches. Three swarm Wanderer, getting the jump on him, and a couple of them smack him with torches and burn him.
Two rush Marrada, stooped over the screaming girl. She ducks under the first one's swing, and the second one jabs it's torch perfectly down the first ones throat...although the attack was obviously intended for Marrada. He then laughs himself silly at the fire-mouthed goblin, which attempts to scream, but instead belches loudly, flames shooting from it's mouth, engulfing the guffawing goblin's face.
They both drop to the ground, dead.
The girl screams again, crab-walking back from the goblins and Marrada as fast as she can. "No!"
"Goblins! Try to burn me, and you'll taste steel you filthy little buggers!"
Wanderer draws his rapier, standing over the screaming girl defensively.
"Did you do that, Marrada? Nicely done!" Wanderer obviously missed the goblin burning his buddy accidentally.
As the last goblin swings his torch, Wanderer steps back and stabs his rapier through the little monster.
Another goblin thrusts her torch into Wanderer's chest, blunting against his chain shirt, while the last goblin steps past him, swinging wildly at Marrada. The girl cries hysterically, "No! No no no no!" backing away through the sand, the waves crashing around her elbows.
Seeing the goblin coming at her, Marrada stands firm and slices at the goblin with her dagger
The dagger, slick in the rain, turns in her hand, sliding ineffectually against the goblins motley garb. Cursing, Marrada stands as a shield over the prone woman.
"Die, varmint!" Wanderer grits his teeth and stabs again, working to get a better angle on the goblin.
Crunch:
The two goblins dance around, using their small stature to stay just out of the reach of the blades.
As Wanderer flanks the female goblin, she steps out from between him and Marrada, her torch making lines in his eyesight as she slashes it back and forth in front of him. The male goblin attempts to step around Marrada, moving closer to the young woman, his torch almost catching Marrada's hair in it's guttering flame.
Tightening her grip on her slippery dagger, Marrada spins away from the goblin's torch, coming in under its arm.
"Help me, please!" The young woman screams as the goblin attempts to step around Marrada, but ends up with the witches knife in its armpit. "I don't want to go back!" Swooning, she passes out in the surf, her head hitting the sand as the last wave receads around her.
Spittle spews from the goblin's over-large mouth as it attempts to bite Marrada's arm. It stops thrashing about, held up by her arm, it's torch dropping into the surf with a sputter.
Jerking her dagger from the goblin's corpse, then stabbing it into the sand a couple of time to remove the blood, Marrada sheaths it once more as she turns to the girl "Easy lass. Here let's get you out of that surf."
She reaches out her hand to the young woman.
Diplomacy 1 Action Point used
As the next wave comes in, it crashes over the young womans head, leaving her underwater.
With a yelp, Marrada wades into the surf and grabs the waterlogged woman.
Wanderer stabs at the female goblin again, as she tries to move around him. "Oh no you don't!" The goblin dances just out of his reach, splashing in the pools of water on the beach, and cackling maniacally as Marrada lifts the young woman's head above the surf.
The female goblin swings her guttering torch at Wanderer, yelling, "Deyja! Hún er okkar! Suddely the torch catches the goblins clothing on fire, and it runs screaming into the surf. "Flandinn!" It does not resurface.
An arrow shoots out of the night from up the beach, impaling Marrada in her side as she holds the young woman's head. A goblin screams out of the darkness, "Deyja langafætur! Leyfi konu okkar!"
Holding the wallowing woman by her shoulders, just keeping her head above the waves, Marrada grunts as the arrow thunders into her side.
The impact almost bowls Marrada back into an incoming wave. Steeling herself against the pain, Marrada maintains her hold on the woman, her blood billowing out around them in the water.
Gritting her teeth she calls out to Uncle "Uncle....archers!!!"
"Oh so you wanna shoot, varmint? Lemme show you how a real man does that!"
Wanderer moves towards the goblin archer, drawing his pistol as he does so. Leveling the firearm carefully, he aims for the creatures center of mass and fires.
[spoiler] to hit (within 30') vs. Touch if within 20'. damage
"Blasted rain. Gol'durned goblins!"
Leveling your pistol at the goblin, you look him in the eyes and smile as you pull the trigger.
Click.
The hammer slams down, and jams 2 mm from the butt.
Marrada sees her friend sighting down his pistol at the hapless goblin, certain in the surety of the creatures quick demise. An astonished gasp escapes her, when the weapon refuses to fire in the inclement conditions.
Another arrow sails out of the gloom, grazing Wanderer's left thigh.
"Get back here, you little freak!"
Standard action to quick clear my pistol
Working to clear his pistol's jammed hammer, Wanderer scans for the creep who shot him.
Seeing her companion now assailed by two bowmen, Marrada calls out to her spirit to assist.
"Oh spirit grant me this boon and afflict yon goblin with the ill luck it most certainly deserves!"
Misfortune Hex
Will save DC 14 or suffer misfortune for 1 round, two rolls take lowest on any roll.
The Goblin archer disappears behind a pile of rocks. The silence of the crashing waves is deafened by the slamming of your blood pumping in your ears. Your breath mists as the rain runs down your faces, as the waves crash around you.
Not knowing if her hex had any effect, Marrada fights the surf and the woman, trying to drag her higher, away from the pointing waves.
"Get back here, you oblong-headed gap-toothed dog-eating filthy little monster!'
Wanderer moves around to where the goblin ducked behind the rocks.
If within melee range at that point:
If out of melee range but I have a clean shot within 30':
Wanderer moves down the beach after the goblin archer as Marrada pulls the woman a few feet up the beach, farther out of the surf.
As he rounds the rocks, he lets of a shot from his gun. The shot itself sounds too quiet, absorbed by the water around them, but the echo off the rocks seems too loud.
The Goblin archer lets an arrow fly at Wanderer than slams into his left shoulder, then ducks behind cover again.
"Knock it off, ya filthy little runt! I'm gonna stab you in the eyeballs and squash your head with a rock!"
Wanderer sheathes his rapier, steps towards the rocks, and reloads his pistol.
"Marrada, I could use a hand here. The little bugger keeps plugging me with those stupid little goblin arrows!"
Marrada bodily drags the woman from the surf, up onto the flotsam scattered beach. Crouching in the rain, she yells to the woman over the wind "Stay here! I need to help my Uncle with the last of the gobbies! These rocks should allow you to hide!"
She squeezes the woman's shoulder, then sprints in the direction of the Wanderer, pulling her daggers from their sheaths.
Approaching Uncle, she circles the rocks where she last saw him from the opposite direction, searching for the goblin.
Perception
As Marrada joins Wanderer, the goblin archer peaks around a rock, realeasing an arrow that cuts through her left trapezoid. Blood flows down her left shoulder and breast.
"Stay behind me, Marrada. This little bugger is dangerous."
Wanderer levels his pistol and scans for the goblin to reappear.
"C'mon you little varmint, show me your watermelon shaped noggin..."
"Aaaaah" Marrada cries as the arrow strikes her.
Dropping to one knee beside Uncle, Marrada begins muttering in her mother tongue.
"Dear spirits grant me this boon."
When the goblin once again shows itself, Marrada's hand comes up and throws a pinch of sand in its direction, accompanies by a series of gutteral syllables that sound quite unnatural coming from Marrada's pretty mouth.
Sleep, DC:14
Wanderer shoots the little goblin archer in the shoulder as it pops up again, fifteen feet away from where it disappeared, but not before it lets an arrow fly that glances off Wanderer's left hand. Marrada attempts to curse the little creature to sleep, but the pain of the wound above her shoulder prevents her.
An abyssal scream whistles through the air, gaining volume. You and the goblin archer stop your fight for your life, as the sound of the waves seems to fade into the tapestry. You look around, trying to see what might be causing the horrible sound.
Suddenly, with a deafening roar, a screaming horse and a carriage slam into the rocks where the goblin archer is hiding, having sailed off the cliff from hundreds of feet above. The horses unholy scream ceases amid the tearing and rending metal and wood as the wagon explodes in a wave of shrapnel from the impact.
The waves seem meeker as the dust settles from the wagon. It was beautiful once, covered in light greens and blues, and trimmed in royal purple.
Looking at Uncle in astonishment, Marrada then looks to her own hands "Was that me? No....I failed to raise my spirit's power due to my recent wound. Fortune smiles upon us..." Pulling splinters from her arms, Marrada makes her way back to where she left the woman.
"What in tarnation was that? A wagon fulla' powder and matches? What durn-fool madman would drive off a cliff like that?"
Wanderer brushes off the shrapnel and attempts to staunch the bleeding from the blasted goblin commando's little arrows.
"Not that I'm disappointed, mind ya."
As the dust settles, and the sound of the surf returns, you gaze upon the wreckage of the carriage. It lies in absolute ruin, the corpse of a horse buried beneath it, impacted in the sand.
Marrada starts slightly as some of the wreckage collapses, "Why don't you check out the carriage, I'll gather up our sea tossed maiden" she says to Wanderer.
Wanderer reloads his pistol and moves to the wrecked carriage to investigate.
"Anyone alive in there? "
Wanderer slowly moves around the wreckage, his pistol trained on the debris, while Marrada checks on the young lady.