Lamsfel's right-hand blade strikes the goblin shaman, and this time he is rewarded by the appearance of blood as he strikes her. She cries out in pain, and her hair lashes out in response. The attack isn't noticably more effective than it was the last time, though, and the shaman begins looking somewhat scared.
Next to her, the chief, compelled by Callomeleth's magic, drops to the ground. With some awkwardness, he tries to cast a spell defensively ; despite his position, though, he manages it, and he swings his katana - suddenly sparking as though it contained a tiny lightning bolt - at Gan. The effect is more comical than anything, though, and Gan doesn't even have to move in order to avoid the strike. The sword continues to spark, however.
The wolf takes it upon itself to try to attack Gan as well, not needing to be told.
Gan strikes at the dangerous goblin again, thankful for the cleric's aid in the desperate fight.
Relieved to see he drew blood, Lamsfel says, "Surrender! We have no need of your death! Despite his words, he offers no quarter, continuing his attack on the one he can reach. After all, he thinks, she may not understand, anyway, and won't stop unless I force her to.
Two of Gan's blows strike home this time, but the chief, although wounded, doesn't seem to feel it overmuch. Likewise, while one of Lamsfel's daggers gets through to slash at the goblin shaman, she is only slightly wounded by the attack.
Still unable to move into the room, Callomeleth lays a hand on the Gan-thing, and lifts his voice to the heavens. "GAN! Aa-aaah! He'll save every one of us!"
No real spells that will help right now, so I'll use one of my daily allotments of Touch of Good on Gan. He basically gets +1 to all d20 rolls for the next round.
The chief assumes a defensive stance and rises to his feet. Gan takes the opportunity to snap at him with jaws like a shark's, but they catch only air.
Looking around with desperation, the goblin shaman begins casting a spell as well, and Lamsfel sees her defenses drop as she does so.
The shaman completes her incantation, and she and he chief both stand straighter as they prepare to renew their assaults.
Callomeleth continues singing, as the powers of the Heavens bolster his strikes.
Same as last round, Touch of Good on Gan.
She's casting a divine blessing, but, different somehow. I haven't seen magic like this...
Gan presses the attack
Gan's teeth catch only air, but both his claws manage to rend the chief's flesh, and the goblin staggers, pale and in agony. He looks around for a moment, and the tip of his sparking katana droops, but when his gaze falls on the shaman, he sets his jaw and shouts something at her in Minkaian. She looks at him, then worriedly at Lamsfel and Gan, before producing a wand from her stained and tattered robes. She reaches out and touches him with it, and his wounds start to close.
Once he has been healed, he turns his attention back to Gan, swinging his blade. As Gan falls, the chief casts another spell, looking extremely satisfied with himself. The wolf growls, but doesn't attack anyone else, now that its opponent has fallen.
Lamsfel warily looks at the battlefield and three of his allies down and vulnerable. His blades continue to flash as he considers the situation.
The elf blinks as a tremendous flash of light blinds him for a moment. When he regains his vision, his heart leaps into his throat - the Gan-thing had fallen, leaving only him and Lamsfel standing. This was not how it was supposed to go. These were the Heroes of Sandpoint, the men who had triumphed over the goblins of Thistletop...and two vermin were proving to be more than a match.
"Not this day!", Callomeleth cried. "Rose protect me!" He casts another spell, and a multicolored disk of force appeared before him. "Deal with the witch, Lamsfel! I shall avenge Gan!" Gripping his glaive tightly, he stepped up to engage the chieftain and his sparking sword.
I believe I'm still not in a threatened area for the moment, so I'll cast Shield on myself. Between my Deflection Aura and this, I have an AC of 24. I can't see the map at the moment - it's disappearing as soon as it brings it up, so move me so that I'm within melee range of the chief. If I can get a higher ground bonus by standing on Gan, I'll do it. ;-P
I can't see the map at the moment - it's disappearing as soon as it brings it up, so move me so that I'm within melee range of the chief.
If I can get a higher ground bonus by standing on Gan, I'll do it. ;-P
Callomeleth scrambles onto the unconscious form of Gan, who is himself lying atop of the still-enspelled forms of Tristan and Tybus. At the same time, Lamsfel stabs the goblin witch, who screams and drops to her knees, her hair forming a protective barrier around her. "Enough!" she cries in scratchy Common. "No more, please, honored longshanks!"
The chief looks furious at this betrayal, and attempts to cast another spell defensively. Although the goblin magus is able to maintain a defensive posture during the incantation, he exposes himself to attack from Callomeleth as a gob of acid appears in his left hand and he prepares to throw it.
Lamsfel points at the chief with his second dagger as he replies, "If he stops. No one needs to die here."
Callomeleth spins his polearm, bringing the broad blade to bear against the goblin chieftain, taking advantage of the opening granted by the chief's spellcasting.
Attack:
Damage:
Callomeleth's glaive catches only air, and the chief hurls his acid ball at the witch. The acid sears her face and white hair, and the chief turns his attention back to Callomeleth as he too climbs up onto Gan, waving his blade. With a flick of his hand, he signals his wolf - the beast climbs up onto Gan's body as well, and snaps its jaws at the elf.
With some misgivings, Lamsfel moves past the witch to flank the chief.
Callomeleth's eyes grow wide with indignation as the chieftain attempts to silence the witch before she can speak. Part of him wants to strike down the disgusting creature, but a pitifully weak moan from Gan as three souls fight for their lives atop his mystically increased form makes him reconsider. He retreats back to the spot where he spent the early portion of the fight, and kneels down briefly to heal the old man.
"Not yet, Hero. Ameiko would have my head if I let anything happen to you...and Shalelu would probably have something to say about my unmentionables afore that."
Step back to C1, and cast Stabilize. I'm out of 1st level spells, so no spontaneous cures are coming.
Callomeleth ends Gan's blood loss with a quick spell before readying his weapon again, and Lamsfel tries to take advantage. As he does so, though, the chief lashes out as well with his katana.
The slash draws blood, and only a quick jerk away keeps the blade from finding Lamsfel's throat. The witch looks up, clutching at her burned face, and frowns, and something seems to sweep over the elf. He stabs out with his dagger, and despite all the chief's protections, somehow manages to find a way through them to sink the blade in. The chief staggers again, and shouts again at the witch, who angrily shakes her head. He looks horrified, then makes a desperate attack at Lamsfel once again.
What was that!? Deciding he will worry about his dagger's suddenly attacking of its own volition later, Lamsfel tries to take out the chief.
"Enough of this!" Callomeleth shouts, the indignation clear in his voice. "Get him, Lamsfel!" The elf uses the length of his polearm to stay away from the goblin's blade, but rather than slashing at him with the blade, he sweeps it across the floor, hoping to send the chief to the ground again.
Sweep the leg, Johnny!
Trip:
The chief parries Callomeleth's clumsy trip attempt and Lamsfel's equally awkward dagger strike, but he is clearly tiring himself. Shouting angrily at the witch, who continues to cower in the corner while staring furiously at him and shaking her head, the chief throws down his blade and bows deeply to the two remaining conscious warriors. He looks even more frustrated than goblins usually do, but there is a strange formality to his surrender. He says something else in Minkaian as well, looking both angry and expectant as he turns his gaze first on Callomeleth and then on Lamsfel.
Lamsfel watches the chief warily, glancing at Callomeleth for his reaction. When it's clear that he's surrendering and not planning a trick of some sort, the elf relaxes and bows formally in return.
"I fear I do not understand this language, great chief. You fight well and honor yourself." He moves to the chief's blade, picking it up respectfully and moving it to the throne where he lays it across the seat.
Turning to the witch, he adds, "My apologies for your injuries, I hope you can forgive me. Are you able to awaken my friends?"