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Victoria put away her bow and nodded to Akisame. "One of the nicked me, nothing that won't heal overnight."
She then began collecting the arrows she had shot, including the one in the still breathing goblin. "What do you plan to do with him?"
Only one of her arrows made it through the fight, though. The one she shot last.
I look at the tied up goblin and chuckle. I get down on my haunches and look it over with a smile. "Not really sure. Killing things just isn't my style. He's actually kind of cute in an ugly sort of way. Maybe I'll by a cage and keep it as a pet. Yes that might work. I'll call him Mr. Uggles" I actually seem serious about this.
Horatio straightens his back, wipes his rapier clean on the goblin's rags, and slides it back into place, hanging at his hip. He keeps muttering under his breath - the lyrics to the song the goblins were singing. Creepy or not, the little bastards know how to write catchy songs.
Shaking his wrists to keep them loose, he turns to the monk when he calls out. "Never better, good sir. Nothing like a bit of music to lift the spirits, eh?" He claps Olivius on one armoured shoulder, grinning. "I must say, that was some impressive fighting. Never quite learned to do that myself, but I suppose that's the difference military training makes."
He turns to Pavanna and says, a little more gently, "And are you alright? I saw them take a few swings at you. Looked like they missed, but one can never be too careful."
Pavanna looks away from the goblin Saroune felled, and the two feet of distance between his head and his neck — This new style of hers may not need too much help from Olivius. I doubt words have been been so effective as literal weapons! — and assesses the fresh gouge in her shield.
“No harm done,” she says curtly, shooting Horatio a dirty sidelong look. “This time. But the next time I tell you to ‘stay close’, you bloody well stay close, all right?”
"Well what was I supposed to do?" the bard shoots back, eyes flashing. The carefree mask drops for an instant, revealing pride and fury. "I'm sorry I don't have all your fancy military training, but when you grow up a Fronter* you learn to fend for yourself, because there sure as Hell isn't going to be anyone to back you up. So forgive me for not having a head for tactics and formations, but what I do know is this: my own limits. And in case you hadn't noticed, I was right. I skewered that greenskin bastard after all, didn't I?" He stands over Pavanna a few moments, glowering, before a different look comes over his face - regret, mixed with despair. He sighs and steps down, turning away.
"My apologies," he says, calmer now. "It appears we simply come from very different backgrounds - ones that don't necessarily work well together under pressure. Should there be a next time, I shall try to be more mindful of orders. It seems you know best, after all." He sounds calm, but bitter. Gods damn it, I'm not cut out for this.
I'm good Olivius responds to the status call. He is mildly flustered that neither of his attacks hit home. I hate goblins
He feels a pretty boy's hand on his shoulder, then his pride gets a lashing. Cuse bards and their words. His jaw clenches for a moment. He may not have hit the goblins, but at least he knows his place in the battle. Horatio could have gotten himself hurt, or worse, with his unexpected move. Just a second earlier and he may have been in time to catch Olivius's backhand attack in the chest. He forces himself to speak, to say something, but You're still a limp-wrist. is all he can manage.
He listens Pavanna's rebuke, but misses the tone due to his own wounded pride. Horatio catches it, however, and Olivius bites back his rebuke, leaving the bard in Pavanna's capable hands. Then his mind moves to Saroune. She broke formation too. Suddenly Olivius calls, Saroune, a word, if I may?
Thirzin listens to all that's being spoken before speaking up.
"We need to seriously get it together. Especially you, Bean pole. You may have a great time with women, but those green 'uns are about the least vicious thing out there. We either need to toughen up your skin or you need to stay better protected.
He smirks at the group. "Seems that ol' Noro over here ain't the only one great at knocking folks off their feet, though."
The dwarven ranger looks totally shocked, as he looks at what remains of his beer mugs on the ground and spilled beer everywhere. "My beer! I lost all that beer!"
A bit overcome by his loss of the beer, he walks over to the nearest of the dead goblins, kicking its limp body. "Stupid! Little! S*+$s! Causing! Me! To! Spill! My! Beer!" He seems to be more upset over his beer, at this moment, than as to why there were goblins here in the first place.
“You got one of them, and that was a thing well done, I don’t deny that,” she returns, visibly trying to clamp down on emotions running high. “And you may be right about our backgrounds. All of my combat-training has been with others who knew the same choreography I did, and who were conditioned to respond to orders, and I forgot you didn’t have the same trainers. If there is a next time, I’ll try to remember that. I don’t know if I’ll always ‘know best’, as you say, but I do know that our chances of winning a fight are better if we work together, as a team, than as a gaggle of individuals.”
I sit up my new prisoner. "Does anyone speak goblin? We could ask this little fella what they are doing here and where they came from. Try not to hurt him, he is my charge now." I hold the goblin up for the others to see. "He's pretty bound up so he's harmless."
Noro takes a quick scan of the area to make sure this area is secure.
once she is certain all is safe here she takes a seat and then a swig of the mug she was carrying. finishing it off.
Thish group ish too shmall to have made it this far into town. I shuspect there are more. This messh ain't over
Noro spends the next 4 rounds reagining her strength.
I sit up my new prisoner. "Does anyone speak goblin? We could ask this little fella what they are doing here and where they came from. Try not to hurt him, he is my charge now." I hold the goblin up for the others to see. "He's pretty bound up so he's harmless."
“Olivius, would you mind?” Pavanna suggests. “By the sound of the challenge you issued, you know the local dialects better than I do.”
The bard glances briefly at the dwarf before sighing, nodding in acceptance. "My combat training was my father teaching me how to fence, just to defend myself from the sick projects of the local Impers." Horatio seems to be calming down further, though he avoids eye contact, instead staring at the ground and fidgeting with his bow. "That was it. No military drills, no formations, nothing of the sort. Just a frightened teen wandering Bridgefront with his dad's spare rapier." His voice trails off ino near silence; he shakes his head, trying to look bright again.
"I heard that little mongrel screaming in Common earlier, when you had him pinned. If he speaks more than just protests, perhaps I could be the one to conduct the interrogation? Providing nobody objects to the use of a small enchantment, just to help things along." He glances at the goblin, before crouching to its eye level. "Of course, if he refuses to talk, we could just kill him now," he says in a sterner tone, staring the creature down.
Olivius walks over to Akisame and the goblin. He says I speak goblin. But I've never tried to interrogate one before. I've never had to.
He bends down and grabs the creature by its bonds, lifting it close. He whispers in goblin «Tell us why you're here and I'll speed your passing on to the Mother of Monsters. Refuse, and I'll find your name and your tribe's name and write them down on your face. You will sleep among dogs and travel among horses. Then, when you reek of dog and horse and when the writing is permanent on your skin...» he pulls the creep in closer, «I'll give you back to your tribe and let them kill you for me»
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As Victoria looks on, she mutters to herself "I'm not sure keeping something so evil as a... Pet is such a great idea..."
She decided to wait in the back and watch as the interrogation goes on. She wanted to make sure the people that had helped her here had the right intentions, but didn't want to step in the way of what they were doing. After-all, they're doing it better than she would be able to.
Noro keeps an ear out for more trouble. this did not seem the time or place to worry about interogations until it is conirmed the town is safe.
With the fight over, Saroune let the magic drop out of the scrolls. They instantly became loose paper again and unfurled. She pouted briefly at the damage her attack had done to her scroll. After hearing Olivius shout for her, she walked over to him, smiling. "Did you see me get that one? I've never been able to use my scroll blade in a practical setting. What did you think?"
Judging by the state of the green fellow, Thirzin plants the head of the axe just shy of the goblin. His hand grips the haft of the weapon, as he speaks slowly, not wasting his time on the goblin's language. "Look, green skin, you're gonna tell us exactly what you know and answer all of my friend's questions, ya understand me? Cause you know what I am, ya snot colored runt and ya know what my kind does to your kind."
The look in his eyes convey more than what his language could, by far.
With the fight over, Saroune let the magic drop out of the scrolls. They instantly became loose paper again and unfurled. She pouted briefly at the damage her attack had done to her scroll. After hearing Olivius shout for her, she walked over to him, smiling. "Did you see me get that one? I've never been able to use my scroll blade in a practical setting. What did you think?"
Olivius nods his head approvingly. You did well. It's relatively hard to strike the head of something. You have to get the angle just so, but I do have some advice as well. You put yourself in harm's way there, stepping up like that. Please try to stay in formation if we get in a fight again. I can't protect you if you're on the front too.
Not that your blades of paper aren't impressive. They are at that. Amazing actually. I just don't want that paper to not be enough. You are my last, best hope for magic. I cannot let you come to harm.
Pavanna says nothing, letting Horatio and Olivius take the lead in ‘chatting’ with the captive, but as she keeps a watchful eye on their surroundings for more attackers, she shifts her sword a little. The light the blade sheds gleams on the emblems on her armour, and reaches up under the brim of her hat to reflect from her horns and strike glints in the depths of her red eyes as she fixes him with a moment’s silent glare. That’s right, you little earfang bastard: I wear the armour of the Inheritor, and I have a fiend’s blood in my veins. Which leads me? Which will keep you safe from the other? And can you really risk defying either?
The goblin begins to stink of urine as the chanting gets closer. Nearly half a minute into the impromptu interrogation, another group of goblins appears. This time with torches.
More party-crashers, and at even odds. Wonderful. “Saroune, stick with Olivius!” Pavanna barks, then glances back at Horatio. “Horatio, with me. Please: trust me.”
Upon hearing Pavanna's shout Olivius drops the goblin and returns to Pavanna's side, waving for Saroune to follow. Out comes the spear with a spin.
Conflict tears briefly across Horatio's face, but after a second, he sighs and nods. "Alright. I trust you." The words seem difficult for him to say; he hopes nobody will notice in the heat of battle. Damn it all, the things I do for a pretty face...
With that, he swings his violin back into place, wedging it comfortably against his neck, and begins playing again - a louder, faster tune to be heard over the chanting of the goblins.
By the time the second wave occurs Noro had finished her mug of Ale (only a few drop left anyway) and she has managed to catch her breath after the first wave.
tossing the empty mug on the ground.
Noro gets up Shee, I knew there'd be more.
Noro simply walks forward toward her new foes as hse does so she pulls out a small handfull of what could be akin to chew. popping it in her mouth as she walks forward. chewinf and letting the juices flow into her body. providing the needed adrenaline rush she had grown accustomed to.
Once she reaches the first goblin her teeth and mouth oozing red. she snarls as she lays into the poor bugger in front of her.
Seeing the approaching goblins, Saroune darted behind the line formed by Pavanna and Olivius. "I'm perfectly capable of defending myself," she complained to the two in front of her. She activated her scrollblade and shield again, but instead of moving towards the new enemies, she mimed a punch. She put some of the frustration she felt behind it, solidifying the force behind it and sending it hurtling towards one of the goblins singing that horrifying song.
VS. Warcaster 1 Touch AC
I move over to position G10 which I can make with one move.
I then attempt to throw goblin 8
Trip Ki Throw: If successful the goblin will be prone in square F10
Akisame chunks one of the goblins to the ground while Victoria's arrow barely misses one of the warchanter's throat. Saroune gives the other a bloody nose with a mystic punch. Noro, raging once more, punches the brains out of a fourth.
Akisame - 2 damage
Noro - 2 damage
Pavanna -
Olivius - 2 damage
The Goblins seem to realize that there's someone trying to stop them. The one on the ground and another try to bury their notched swords into Akisame's leg and back. The monk manages to twist out of the way of one, but can't quite avoid the second. Noro is beset by one of the warchanters and a goblin and receives another cut. Pavanna and Olivius are each targeted by two of the goblins. Olivius taking an arrow in a chink in his armor. The second warchanter weaves a spell into the chant.
"Why did the goblin boil the lake? To make feesh soup!"
HP 14 / 16
AC 14 (not raging right now)
currently prone
Thirzin chuckles, seeing one head to the ground and he puts his axe blade in a high arc, bringing it down like a guillotine blade.
I look at Noro confused. "I really don't think it was all that funny."
I then proceed to grapple and if successful, pin my foe.
Attempt to grapple: I think that is successful,
I then attempt another grapple maneuver to pin:
Pavanna flinches as the arrow hisses past her shoulder; thankfully, it doesn’t strike any of the comrades behind her, either. Staying here to be turned into a pincushion is a losing game. More fool me, expecting goblins to rush prepared opponents! she gripes to herself. “Olivius, refuse my right, I’m going after Saroune’s target!”
Olivius grunts as the arrow barely makes it through the padding under the shoulder of his shield arm. Pavanna then speaks and says exactly what was on his mind. He nods, then charges forward, lunging forward with his spear at the end in an attempt to skewer the goblin.
Horatio rolls his eyes at the goblin's joke. "Really? That's your best material?" He sighs as Noro collapses into a fit of giggles, wanting nothing more than to charge and skewer another of the green bastards. But, "stay close" was the order he was given, so Horatio stays close. Moving up behind Pavanna, he swings his fiddle aside and calls out to the closest goblin, putting on his most winning smile. "Hey there! Care to give us a hand in this mess?"
Saroune followed Olivius, continuing to throw her telekinetic punches at the singing goblin leader.
vs. Warchanter 1 Touch AC