Asuriel watches the party form up and various members speaking complete nonsense. Undeterred she finishes her blessing and readies her weapon. When she hears Olivius shout her name she shoots him a confused glance.
She looks to Pavanna and asks in infernal, "Is there something I should be aware of, or are they all just cursing me still?"
Though he hadn't used his conversational infernal in years, his instructors at the academy had not held back when he failed at this very maneuver. For the second time that day he loses his carefully maintained mask, this time to order Asuriel into position. In Infernal.
Get to your post there and hold the line you sorry sack of Shelynite S*** or I will come over there and split your head!
Olivius’ sharply barked orders remind Pavanna of her strictest instructors and squad-leaders, and they bring the same reflexive obedience. It’s so good to have another professional to work with.
«Возьмите позицию на правой стороне Thirzin в; Я пойду налево Olivius’!» she barks to Asuriel, once again trying to stifle her frustration at the Sarenite’s lack of (tactical) sense even as she matches her own actions to her words.
Unfortunately, for all that she finds her place in the shield-wall without thought, her aim is thrown off. Even as she swings, the goblin she was aiming at goes tumbling ass-over-kite on the grease from Horatio’s spell, winding up flat on his back and watching the blade pass a foot above the tip of his nose.
Sprig, points at a goblin while flying behind Thirzin's shoulder.
"Fluffy Cotton!"
When she sees it doesn't work, she looks at her hand and starts snapping her fingers, a look of frustration on her face.
"Why. Won't. That. Work!"
The Heroes of Sandpoint rally to the call and slam into the goblin horde with a vengeance. Thirzin strikes first, turning two into paste and sending another into the path of Ping's spell which sends him, and two others to join their fellows into the embrace of death.
Then it was Olivius' turn.
A group of the green-skinned runts rushes him, only to be blocked by his shield. Not just blocked, but pushed into a pile of no less than six goblins. With a mighty swing, Olivius cleaves all of them in twain, spraying the area with blood and gore.
Horatio causes a group of them to trip, which just happens to save their lives as both Noro and Pavanna have their blows go high over their prone forms. Fortunately, it also keeps them from joining the counter-attack.
1-Pavanna
2-Noro
3-Asuriel
4-Saroune
5-Ping
Goberto, his eyes falling on Asuriel leaps to a platform that allows him to see and call out over the crowd of goblins below. He pulls out a guitar, this one not as fine as the one Horatio won off of him before, but still a rather beautiful instrument. At that moment, a fickle god of fate decides to grant Asuriel an exception to her curse, for now she can understand everything Goberto is saying perfectly, even if she can't understand anyone else that isn't speaking infernal.
"My love! My beautiful flower! Oh what woe it is to find ourselves looking longingly into each other's eyes from opposite sides of a battle. Would that you join me and together, we could make many beautiful children! My brothers, show mercy to my flower and let her live, unharmed," the goblin bravo says before beginning to play a tune to inspire his brothers to heights of greatness!
The goblins, now bolstered, fling themselves at Olivius and Thirzin. Most aren't able to pierce their defenses, but one lucky goblin manages to give Thirzin a stinging gash on his leg.
Meanwhile, Gogmurt has produced another flame in his palm and points at Ping.
"That's enough ice from you, stupid little gnome!"
His aim is unerring and strikes Ping in the shoulder, burning hair, skin, cloth, and leather with equal abandon and knocking the gnome to the ground with a short, painful scream.
All the while, Ripnugget eggs his tribe on, goading them to get them to kill the heroes arrayed before them.
Ping writhes on the ground, trying not to scream out in pain as she bats at the flames trying to put them out. The flames have ruined her jacket and her tunic, as well as burning and scorching several inches of her hair off where it had been hanging on the right side of her face. Her right cheek is red and raw from the burn, but not nearly as bad as the burn covering her shoulder where the leather of her jacket and the cloth of her tunic had burned away.
The gnome isn't out of the fight yet, though, and stands up before letting a spike of ice and snow congeal above her hand before sending it streaking into the horde.
"Try and stop me, you green bastard," she mutters as an explosion of ice and a goblin death cry signals a hit.
The dwarf grins, the color of his skin fading from the deep, burnished tan to a pale as cold and as lifeless as the grave. His flesh grows leathery, as he laughs, looking down at the gash in his leg.
"Gonna take more than that, ya little s#@!s!" The dwarf shouts, as he slings the blood from his leg, the color dark like ichor.
Goblin Horde: 84 HP, AC: 10/10/10 (10 Gobs dead, another 1 injured. -1 attack from the Grease spell)
Gogmurt: 39 HP, AC 18/15/14
Goberto: 35 HP, AC 18/14/15
Ripnugget: 42 HP, AC 21/13/19
Stickfoot: 11 HP, AC:14/12/12
Tangletooth: 26 HP, AC: 19/16/13
"I was so hoping I'd get to play against you again, Goberto," Horatio says dryly. "Shame your band couldn't be here to see it." He sets bow to strings and begins to play his own instrument, riposting and filling off Goberto's melody.
Olivius tars the reach afforded him by his style and starts mowing goblins down.
Noro tries to keep heading toward the most likely source of her problems, a goblin bard!
here stern glare pierces right to that Goblin singer. for some reason she really hates that guy.
Goblin Horde: 48 HP, AC: 10/10/10 (22 Gobs dead. -1 attack from the Grease spell, -1 Attack from losing a lot of goblins!)
Gogmurt: 39 HP, AC 18/15/14
Goberto: 35 HP, AC 18/14/15
Ripnugget: 42 HP, AC 21/13/19
Stickfoot: 11 HP, AC:14/12/12
Tangletooth: 26 HP, AC: 19/16/13
Saroune looks to the front line of her party, where Noro, Olivius, and Thirzin were carving through goblins in equal measure. She produces a pinch of powdered iron from a pouch on her hip and pushes a part of her will into it. She looks at Thirzin's frame for reference, does some quick math, and blows the iron from her palm toward the ranger. As the cloud expands, so too does the dwarf until he towers over all around him.
"Enjoy the new perspective, Thirzin!" she shouts over the din.
As Thirzin grows, eleven pairs of goblin pants are suddenly soiled, not that the party notices the new addition to the already pungent musk fo death, blood, and relieved bowels.
Asuriel simply cannot believe the hostility she is receiving from her allies. I understand we are in battle, but their abrasive tones are simply uncalled for! She makes a mental note to speak with Olivius later on this matter.
She does what she is instructed and falls in line. When that amusing goblin from before calls out to her instead of Pavanna she frowns. She could take up his call, but she was specifically instructed to stay in formation. Deciding to avoid breaking free for now she instead establishes a link with Thirzin after watching him take a few hits and suddenly growing larger.
To Pavanna she remarks, Кажется, ваш друг еще до теперь превратился свою любовь интерес для меня. Должен ли я остаться здесь или, возможно, мы могли бы и свиданиес ним?"
Pavanna catches a glimpse of the bafflement in Asuriel’s expression, but has more pressing concerns than the aasimar’s hurt feelings. «Пусть ждать. У нас есть реальные проблемы для решения.»
The tiefling’s back-swing at the earfang before her is better aimed, catching him under the jaw and all but taking his head off.
Goblin Horde: 40 HP, AC: 10/10/10 (23 Gobs dead. 1 Injured -1 attack from the Grease spell, -3 Attacks from losing a lot of goblins!)
Gogmurt: 39 HP, AC 18/15/14
Goberto: 35 HP, AC 18/14/15
Ripnugget: 42 HP, AC 21/13/19
Stickfoot: 11 HP, AC:14/12/12
Tangletooth: 26 HP, AC: 19/16/13
"Oh poo," the living goblins all say as Thirzin grows to twice his height. Olivius, Thirzin, and Noro all turn multiple goblins into lifeless corpses. Pavanna skewers one of the ones trying to stand up after falling and nicks another in the arm with the same thrust.
"My Love! Come to me! It is not safe where you are," Goberto calls out to Asuriel as the rapidly dwindling horde manages to only be able to attack Thirzin, giving him a small gash on his leg.
Meanwhile, an irate Gogmurt flings another ball of fire that had appeared in his hand. Another does not do so, thankfully. Even better, he comes up short of his target, Ping, and also manages to not hit Thrizin as well.
Only seven goblins remain of the horde, but still, Ripnugget urges them on.
"Kill the longshanks, 'cept the on Goberto wants, and become heroes," he cries and his goblins attack with renewed vigor.
Olivius holds the line and keeps mowing down goblins as fast as they come
The dwarf laughs heartily at the little scrape on his leg, the sound more like the rustling of dead leaves in the midst of a fall wind eddie. His weapon leaves devastation in its wake, crushing the whole right side of Gogmurt in a cacophony of shattered ribs and limbs. Whipping the weapon up into the air, the heavy iron weight lands with almost equal ferocity into the rib cage of the awful singing green runt.
"Let's see how ya runts do with this!"
Goblin Horde: 28 HP, AC: 10/10/10 (23 Gobs dead. 1 Injured -1 attack from the Grease spell, -3 Attacks from losing a lot of goblins!)
Gogmurt: 16 HP, AC 18/15/14
Goberto: 14 HP, AC 18/14/15
Ripnugget: 42 HP, AC 21/13/19
Stickfoot: 11 HP, AC:14/12/12
Tangletooth: 26 HP, AC: 19/16/13
Noro rushes toward the singing goblin, a slide across the field on the grease as the goblin attacks attempting to take advantage of her movement swing over her not even scratching her.
at the end of the grease, Noro flips up to her feet and anther few steps she gives Goberto a roundhouse kick
Time to change the tune on thish mushicbox, how about my Fight shong
Goblin Horde: 28 HP, AC: 10/10/10 (23 Gobs dead. 1 Injured -1 attack from the Grease spell, -3 Attacks from losing a lot of goblins!)
Gogmurt: 16 HP, AC 18/15/14
Goberto: 2 HP, AC 18/14/15
Ripnugget: 42 HP, AC 21/13/19
Stickfoot: 11 HP, AC:14/12/12
Tangletooth: 26 HP, AC: 19/16/13
Ping unleashes another flurry of ice and frost at the remaining goblins of the horde.
Saroune takes a step backwards, to give herself more distance from the goblins. Seeing that Goberto was close to death, she chances a telekinetic punch at the goblin.
"You see this?!" Horatio yells, brandishing his violin, holding it aloft above the shield wall before him. "This is the instrument that laid low the pride of the Birdcruncher tribe! These are the fingers that defeated their champion! These are the heroes that parted their remnants! Why would you dare stand against us?!"
Linked with Thirzin now, grunts as she transfers some of the damage dealt to the enlarged dwarf to herself. She holds her position as instructed and attacks any enemy nearby.
A corner of Pavanna’s attention follows Noro’s reckless dash through the goblin lines to reach Goberto, and she cringes as the Tian woman wilfully(?) surrounds herself with enemies to deal with the earfang bravo.
For all that, the devastating effect of Noro’s assault on the goblin bard(!) brings a mental nod of professional approval from the tiefling. Judging by the fickleness of his attentions, I’d say he’s long overdue for a thrashing like that!
With that, she turns her full focus back to matters more immediately to hand, namely on her own battle-line. Nonetheless, the combined effects of Horatio’s music and seeing Noro’s sledgehammer efficacy lends weight and accuracy to her own arm.
Asuriel finds herself considering the truth of Goberto's words, and it seemed the goblins were willing to let her through. On the plus side, she'd be further away from Pavanna the Tiefling!
As soon as she arrives, Horatio has called out Goberto, who now openly weeps as he cries to the heavens.
"Yes, it is true! I weep with shame at my defeat. Woe! Woe! I rue the day I met Horatio and made such a fiendish deal!"
Meanwhile, The rest of the party makes short work of most of the remaining goblins. The last two look at the party, then Ripnugget, then each other before scrambling for a door that's been boarded up hastily.
Seeing Goberto dead and the horde dispersed, Ripnugget turns to Gogmurt.
"Gogmurt! I know we have had our differences, but now? Now is the time to put those aside! Believe in yourself and we can surely beat these longshanks!"
"But Ripnugget! I don't know if I can do it. They are many and strong, but we are only two and small!"
"Then don't believe in yourself. Believe in the me that believes in you!"
"Yes! YES SENPA-- I mean YES CHIEF RIPNUGGET! I will believe in you!"
"Good! For we must combine our strength!"
"GASP! Surely you don't mean--"
"YES! The ultimate goblin secret technique of awesomeness and pickles! The one that has been passed down the Thistletop line for GENERATIONS!"
Ripnugget rips off his shirt and flexes, sparkles glinting around him as he stands atop both his giant gecko and the firepelt cougar.
"YES! The undefeatable technique that brings fear to our foes!"
Gogmurt flexes and the top half of his robe is shredded by the sheer power of his strength as he stands on Ripnugget's shoulders.
"The Ultimate secret goblin art," they shout in unison, "The Goblin Tower of Goblin Friendship, Power, and MIGHT!"
Flames erupt from behind them and a gull can be heard cawing in the distance. The display is dazzling in it's gobliness.
"This doesn't feel right without Goberto," Gogmurt says after a moment.
"I know, but we must stay strong!"
"For GOBERTO," they shout together.
Goblin Horde: GONE!
Gogmurt: 16 HP, AC 10
Goberto: DEAD!
Ripnugget: 42 HP, AC 13
Stickfoot: 11 HP, AC: 5
Tangletooth: 26 HP, AC: 5
"Did you say the tower of dead goblins?" the dwarf shouts out, taking a step forward that shakes the very ground, his weapon swinging around as the great bearded beast of a dwarf laughs.
His dorn dergar hurtls first towards Gogmurt.
Barely managing to nick the goblin up, the dwarf pulls the chain down hard, seeing there is no room for the latter goblin (Ripnugget) to escape.
Gogmurt: 7 HP, AC 10
Ripnugget: 27 HP, AC 13
Stickfoot: 11 HP, AC: 5
Tangletooth: 26 HP, AC: 5
Ping runs up behind the embiggened dwarf and blasts the tower of soon to be dead goblins.
"... What?" is all Horatio can manage at the sight, questioning both his sanity and his drinking habits.
“I’m right there with you, Horatio,” murmurs Pavanna, equally bemused. Every time I think I’ve seen the true depths of goblin insanity, they take a pick-axe to the bedrock and find whole new levels to sink to....
Olivius is right there with Pavanna and Horatio. He shakes his head clear and says, Time to end this. Charge!
He leads the line into the final assault. His shield clatters to the ground and his bardishe comes down in a deadly arc onto Chief Ripnugget.
As Goberto makes his last monologue, Noro silences him rather suddenly, Shut the f#!& up! with a simple punch to the face.
Turning to see the remaining "horde leaders" You have got to be...There had better be lots of rum at the Dragon after thish.
with her teammates taking care of the light work, Noro goes for the cougar.
getting a running start, Noro leaps into a flying kick at the cougar.