Olivius huffs at the retreating dog, then is promptly stunned into silence by the goblin's "display". Before he can respond to form a battle line, Pavanna is giving orders. He thanks the heavens again that she is with him and forms up on the line.
Then Saroune darts past them and his gut sinks. He charges after her, hitting the line just after her magics to off.
Goblin 1: 6/6 hp Unconscious, Blind, Stunned (1/2 rounds left)
Goblin 2: 6/6 hp Unconscious, Blind, Stunned (1/2 rounds left)
Goblin 3: 6/6 hp Unconscious, Blind, Stunned (1/2 rounds left)
Goblin 4: 6/6 hp
Goblin 5: DEAD!
Goblin 6: 1/6 hp Unconscious, Blind, Stunned (1/2 rounds left)
Goblin 7: 6/6 hp Unconscious, Blind, Stunned (1/2 rounds left)
Goblin 8: DEAD!
Goblin Stripper 1(AC 15): 9/9 hp
Goblin Stripper 2(AC 15): 9/9 hp
Goblin Commando 1(AC 17): 12/12 hp
Goblin Commando 2(AC 17): 12/12 hp
Krosk(AC 16): 36/39 hp (Demoralized 5/6 rounds left)
Goblin Commando 1:
Goblin Commando 2:
Goblin 4:
Krosk:
Despite the party seemingly having a view of Hell, they move with a vengeance and have decimated the front ranks of the goblins in a matter of seconds. Noro and Thirzin send two goblins to their fate. Saroune blasts another five with a wave of color that knocks them out. Horatio, surprising everyone, manages to plant an arrow in Krosk's arm. Asuriel hacks at one of the downed goblins, but not hard enough to kill him. Pavanna and Olivius are not so lucky, managing to miss their targets.
Then the goblins attacked. The two commandos send arrows at Noro and Thirzin, scoring hits on both of them. The only goblin in the front that remained standing stabs at Thirzin, and managing to rip a gash in the dwarf's neck. The two strippers look to Horatio and Saroune.
The first smiles at Saroune and asks, "What do you get when you give a goblin a spear and a dog?" Before the wizard can answer, she blurts out "A gob-dog-kabob!"
The second flutters her eyes seductively at Horatio. "How do you keep a dwarf? You shave him for later!"
Krosk nods at the strippers' jokes, but freezes for a second when he catches Asuriel's eyes. He shakes his head and keeps the beat from earlier. He then begins to sing and dance.
Surprisingly well.
Love 'em Goblin Style!
Goblin Style!
Krosk is the goblin god of sexy ladies you know-ah
Human, elf, gnome, orc Krosk doesn't care one iota
He does 'em in the bed, on the desk and the floor-ah
Krosk loves all de sexy ladies you know-ah
Thirzin gurgles, blood flowing from the well-placed wound to his throat. Gritting his teeth, the dwarf puts the full fury of such a strike into something in retaliation.
Saroune shook her head, incredulous. "That is the worst joke I've ever heard."
She wound up and threw telekinetic punch at the unfunny goblin stripper.
Olivius smoothly transitions from his miss and tries to take advantage of the goblin's strike on Thirzin.
As Thirzin's retaliatory attack skims by, Olivius's attack arrives unseen. His spear slices into the goblin's side, puncturing many vital organs.
Olivius glances to Thirzin and grins, then returns his focus to the battle. Nice setup.
The small arrow flies through the air, sinking itself into Krosk's arm, and nobody is as surprised at Horatio's success as the bard himself. He quickly smothers his own shocked expression, covering it up with the arrogant smirk he's so familiar with. Around him, Noro's foot caves in a goblin's face with a horrifyingly visceral sound, Saroune's spell knocks out most of the front line in one sweep, and Pavanna and Olivius seem to be somewhat distracted by the horrifying display. Truth be told, it's starting to usettle him greatly, as well.
Then one of the goblin strippers was looking at him, and sweet barleybrew, was she trying to be seductive?! He shudders at the sight, and groans at her joke, shaking his head, eyes briefly closing out of sympathy. He'd heard worse, but not by much.
"Killing these things would be a mercy," he mutters, waving his hand through the air again to keep the music going - it seems to do a small amount to drown the grating sound of Krosk's song. Not much. But hopfully enough. He raises the flimsy bow, and fires again at Krosk.
Unfortunately, Krosk's... gyrating allows him to avoid the projectile, and Horatio curses under his breath.
Standing over a goblin with his head smashed in Noro nearly wheels around from the force of an arrow to her shoulder.
fortunately the small projectile causes no serious injury.
glancing at the sight of this dancing lunatic. Noro's rage only grows she rushes forward and leaps at Krosk.
(add +2 if charge can be used)
Nearly the the entire front line drops to the ground from the work of the spell weaver that she sidestepped just moments ago. Asuriel glances back at Saroune and gives a quick nod of appreciation at her before whipping back to catch sight of the goblin attacks.
Asuriel doesn't catch sight of woman to the right of the tiefling as she is injured, but she does take note of Thizrin's injuries.
Dwarves stubborn and tough, I'm sure he's just fine. Perhaps I've linked with the wrong creature.
As Krosk sings, Asuriel glances briefly at him. Whatever that goblin creature is saying, she's sure it isn't pleasant. She had hoped that her intimidation tactics would have more of an effect on him.
No matter, we'll deal with that momentarily
She readies her scimitar to finish what she started seconds before and brings the blade crashing down on Goblin #6's neck, splitting it open. As blood begins to pool around his throat, she looks looks at their line.
The tiefling has not dispatched the goblin in front of her yet
Without looking at Povanna directly, Asuriel looks ahead at the next line of fallen goblins, unsure how much time we have.
«Рогови еден, не ви е потребна помош со тоа гоблин на теренот пред вас? Остатокот на линијата се чини дека биле испратени и ние сме подготвени да ги унапредат...
Прашајте го рициново зад мене колку време имаме пред овие суштества се зголеми.»
Ask the caster behind me how much time we have before these creatures rise.
Mother will not believe this when I tell her, Pavanna judges, a little numb with bemusement. Note for later: talk with Saroune. Her spell may have just decided this entire fight, but she left herself far too exposed in the process.
«Вы хотели живые заключенных, дорогуша? Возьмите что один — позже!»
Before she can give more orders, Noro dashes through the ranks of insensate goblins and launches herself at Krosk. Dammit, Noro! she growls to herself, seeing Krosk’s companions track the brawler’s approach with eager eyes. “I’ll protect your right, Noro! Saroune, if you and Horatio have enough time before they wake, capture one of those spell-felled goblins — but take no needless chances!”
«Оставьте эти одни на потом - встать там и держать их левую сторону Тянь женщины!»
Goblin 2: 6/6 hp Blind, Stunned (4/4 Rounds)
Goblin 3: 6/6 hp Blind, Stunned (4/4 Rounds)
Goblin 4: DEAD!
Goblin 5: DEAD!
Goblin 6: DEAD!
Goblin 7: 6/6 hp Blind, Stunned (4/4 Rounds)
Goblin 8: DEAD!
Goblin Stripper 1(AC 15): 9/9 hp
Goblin Stripper 2(AC 15): 3/9 hp
Goblin Commando 1(AC 17): 12/12 hp
Goblin Commando 2(AC 17): 12/12 hp
Krosk(AC 16): 44/47 hp (Demoralized 4/6 rounds left) Grappled, RAGING!
Goblin Commando 1:
Goblin Commando 2:
Goblin Stripper 1:
Goblin Stripper 2:
Krosk:
The party sweeps over the goblins and begins to attack the ones at the back. The few remaining goblins in the front ranks begin stir. The are little threat since they just stare off into space, bleary eyed and drooling as Olivius and Thrizin send two more off to what ever their fate is. The goblin commandos drop their bows and pull out their horsechoppers as Horatio's arrow just misses Krosk.
Noro leaps at Krosk, and grapples the dancing, singing goblin. He stops both, but looks up with a lecher's grin.
"Grr! Krosk likes them feisty!" His muscles cord and his voice gets deeper. "Krosk give you rough lovin's!"
Fortunately, Noro's grip is really good.
Unfortunately, she's left herself open to attack and both goblins on her left take advantage of this and take swings at her. The stripper missing, but the commando landing his blow.
Pavanna's sword rips into the other Goblin Stripper, who retreats behind Krosk to heal herself as the other commando's horsechopper bites into the tiefling.
Thirzin steps over his dead foe and grins at the commando with the horsecutter, who just happens to be taking advantage of the weird situation Noro is in. "Ya little piece a' s*~~e! Ol' Thirzin has just the cure for your particular ailment!"
The dwarven axe seems to be ready to taste goblin blood, the arc coming down from the creature's exposed shoulder all the way down to his hip, biting through bone, flesh, sinus, and every bit of armor.
"And that ailment is living, by the by!" He says with a laugh as the commando spews dark life blood and falls to the ground, the force pulling the dwarf's axe free of the wound.
The goblin’s horsechopper slashes at Pavanna’s outer thigh, leaving a long rent in her trousers, but fiendish ancestry is not without its small compensations: the crude blade glances from her skin, leaving no more harm than a stinging welt. Don’t hunt what you can’t kill, earfang! the tiefling smirks.
Nodding at Pavanna's words, Horatio drops to his knees, crouching beside one of the stirring goblins. He snaps his own repurposed flimsy shortbow and sets to work attempting to bind the goblin's wrists with the string.
Noro positions herself to get the waccked out goblin in a position of the most pain.
Olivius advances next to Thirzin's fresh kill and flicks his spear like a snake's tongue at the other stripper. The thrust drives true and dives into the earfang's throat, killing it instantly.
Thus, between Olivius and Thirzin, Krosk's right flank suddenly collapses.
Asuriel watches the Tian woman charge forward and wrap up the assumed leader of the group, however the goblin breaks free. The tiefling told Asuriel to move up, but ... she is fairly certain the two men on her right would be better suited to that task.
Seeing the blow land on the woman, Asuriel makes up her mind and looks at Noro and places her right palm flat on her chest and utters, «Пока солнце еще продолжается, мы терпим»
Saroune rushed to stand behind Olivius, continuing to throw telekinetic punches at the goblins. This time she focused on Krosk.
Goblin 1: DEAD!
Goblin 2: 6/6 hp Blind, Stunned (3/4 Rounds)
Goblin 3: 6/6 hp Blind, Stunned (3/4 Rounds)
Goblin 4: DEAD!
Goblin 5: DEAD!
Goblin 6: DEAD!
Goblin 7: 6/6 hp Blind, Stunned (3/4 Rounds) Bound
Goblin 8: DEAD!
Goblin Stripper 1(AC 15): DEAD!
Goblin Stripper 2(AC 15): GONE!
Goblin Commando 1(AC 17): DEAD!
Goblin Commando 2(AC 17): 12/12 hp
Krosk(AC 12): 44/47 hp (Demoralized 3/6 rounds left) Grappling Noro RAGING!
Goblin Commando 2:
Krosk:
The remaining goblin stripper runs for it. The goblin commando blinks in surprise when his blow fails to do more than put a hole in Pavanna's pants.
"Bwhu-uh-huh? How... No fairs! Tricksy longshanks cheat! You cheat!"
He swings again but fails to even inconvenience the teifling.
Krosk meanwhile takes advantage of Noro losing her grip and leaps at the brawler.
"Oooo Krosk likey! Krosk likey! Give Krosk a kiss!"
As Krosk moves in for the kiss Noro turns the tide of the grappl shifting her weight and driving the goblin's face toward the ground.
Noro is now in charge... (almost failed that one)
I'm gonna need a drink shoon she yells out,
"My kind a lass, this one!" The dwarf says with a laugh, as he steps over the dead fool in front of him and advances to the "witty" green one.
His axe still wet with the blood of the race, he swings again, putting full power behind the hefty blade.
Having to pull part of his hefty swing around the grappling pair, he still manages to cut deep into the horde leader's flesh.
"Not so 'sexeh' now, ya overgrown tadpole!"
When the little casanova wanna-be moves in to kiss Noro she knees him in the banana Hammock. but that still does not deter his advances
persistant little runt
Olivius collapses the line around Krosk by stepping up next to Thirzin. His spear follows the dwarf's ax.
But where thirzin had to redirect his attack, Olivius has to fully deflect his attack upward in order to avoid hitting Noro.
Standing beside Horatio, Asuriel's body shudders as she lets out a pained gasp as a deep gash tears open down her right thigh, spilling blood down her leg. Simultaneously, the gash on Noro's leg closes as her body heals from Asuriel's life transfer.
Asuriel closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, removing her palm from her chest. Ignoring the pain in her leg she marches forward through the bodies of stirring goblins back to the front lines beside Pavanna.
As she approaches she sees the vicious wound that the horsechopper inflicted upon the tiefling and states firmly.
«Пока солнце еще продолжается, мы терпим»
She steps forward with her right foot to swing her scimitar down towards the goblin but forgets about her new wound and nearly collapses to the ground as the pain shoots up and down her leg. Her blade falls miserably short of the commando as it hits the ground in front of him.
Saroune was glad that she could fight behind her companions. Every expenditure of force left her feeling weaker, and her arms shook as she began to draw on more will for another attack. She didn't want the others to think she was weak.
The wizard threw another telekinetic fist at Krosk from behind Olivius and Thirzin.
Hitting him where he lives, Noro? Good for you! Pavanna smirks to herself, trying not to roll her eyes at the newcomer’s claim of support — or her errant swordsmanship.
Then the smirk fades a little. For years she’s been able to call on the favour of Iomedae in battle, wrapping it around herself like a tabard... but now she feels that magic ebb. Of all the times to run out of the Inheritor’s good-will.... A little shaken, Pavanna draws a quick breath and decides to change tactics. Shifting her glowing longsword a touch, she lifts her head so its light falls on her face beneath the brim of her hat, letting it glint off of her red eyes and the roots of her horns, baring her teeth for good measure.
“បិសាចបារម្ភឡា goblin ទេ!
បិសាចនិយាយថា ‘ជោគវាសនារបស់អ្នកត្រូវបានធ្វើឡើង!
Goblin បារម្ភឆ្កែនិងសេះ?
សេចក្ដីក្រោធបិសាចគឺច្រើនកាន់តែអាក្រក់ច្រើន!’”
Demon says, ‘your fate is made!
Goblin fears dog and horse?
Demon’s wrath is much, much worse!’”