I have a few javelins if this is our plan.
i have only melee weapon. says arthur.
Everyone having apparently given up on sign language, Thalrik whispered "I would remind you, that attacking the dogs is likely to cause alot of noise. Unless we kill them all quickly, we could bring the whole fort down upon our heads."
Idril glares at Thalrik, hands on her hips.
"Those goblin dogs are making noise now with their 'playing', do you think it would be much more noise?'
Considering the gobs probably havnt given much thought to an attack from the roof, it's doubtful they'd pay much attention to the dogs making more noise.
Alright lets do this. I am going to climb down and face them.
Arthur will wait for a good moment and then proceed to climb down.
Thalrik shot Idril a quizzical look, clearly not understanding the meaning of the look she was giving him.
Arthur successfully is able to hop down into the courtyard.
Staying up on the room, Thalrik started lobbing acid at the dogs the moment his allies attacked, trying his best to aim for dogs not yet engaged in melee.
Taking aim, Fraadok throws a javelin at one of the goblin dogs.
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On Going Effects:
A well-muscled behemoth of a man bursts from the doorway across the courtyard, clad only in his traveling clothes and armed only with a dagger. He quickly assesses the fight in the courtyard with the dogs, and he moves to flanking position with the club-wielding individual to attack.
Round 2
Thalrik eyed the newcomer with an appraising eye, not quite knowing what to make of this new development. However when the burly man buried his dagger in one of the foul creatures, he decided further analysis could wait. "For now let him aid us, then we will see where his allegiance lies."
Still not willing to part with any of his power when faced with enemies his allies were more than capable of handling, Thalrik used his vantage point to keep a lookout for approaching trouble. Endeavouring to assist, Rikka climbed to the top of his head, standing up and swivelling like a turret.
Round 3
Round 4
Round 5
Idril stays on the roof and uses her scarf as a sling.
She is startled and almost loses her grip on her scarf as the man bursts into the courtyard and starts stabbing goblin dogs.
That is no goblin, She thought with approval. Perhaps he was a captive escaping...
Round 1_____
for a possible bludeoning damage.
Round 2_____
for a possible bludeoning damage.
Round 3_____
for a possible bludeoning damage.
Round 4_____
for a possible bludeoning damage.
Round 5_____
for a possible bludeoning damage.
Round 1
Fraadok and idril take out adog with their ranged attacks!
The stranger grievously wounds another!
Two dogs attack Arthur!
One attacks the stranger!
Round 2
Idril severally pelts another dog!
The stranger finishes off the one he was attacking!
One dog attacks Arthur and one the stranger!
Round 3
Idril and the burly stranger finish off the last two dogs!
Over the course of the fight Arthur manages to avoid all attacks!
Kjell, you got bite at the end and take 9 damage and must make a DC 12 fort save.
Idril climbs down.
She brushes herself off and approaches the new guy.
"Good afternoon sir. I am Idril Ssethan and these are my associates out of Sandport. You may have heard of my performance at the midsummer festival..." She catches the look her companions give her. "Ahem. Who might you be, and how came you to be in this nest of Goblins?" She asked formally.
fraadok prepares to throw another javelin and feels the ripples of time wash over him. Hmm.. It is all over.
The stranger nods at those in the courtyard.
I am Kjell. Thanks for the help with the dogs. There may be more goblins inside where I was held. I also heard human voices too, and I know they have a female ranger held captive. I need to get in there and find my equipment, armor and weapons.
he starts walking back towards the door and stairs down to the map room.
In the courtyard, there is a lot if pounding and why sounds like neighing coming from a storage shed.
Startled at the newcomers brevity, Idril shares a glance with her companions before running after him. She catches up to him at the shed.
"Wait! I meant HOW did you get here?"
*thud thud thud!* the door of the shed rattles and shakes accompanied by a terrifying death whinny.
Fraadok doesn't quiet know what to make of the new person, other than he seems to have frustrated Idril with his straight answers.
He thinks to himself with a smirk on his face, Obviously the 'how' is via the door he just came out of.
He grabs his javelin and walks over to the shed door where the noise is coming from.
Well it sounds like a horse, but I could swear goblins either feared or hated horses. I wonder if they really have a horse in there.
Fraadok recalls stories from his mother of her days on the steppes with the wild horses the captured there.
With a calm voice he speaks through the door in Shoanti.
"Ro Great One av Steppe, jeg er Fraadok av Skoan-Quah."
Calm Great One of the Steppe, I am Fraadok of the Skoan-Quah.
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On Going Effects:
The noises behind the door seem to calm down and it is quiet for a few moments. Then the thudding against the door continues once again.
We can free the Horse after we have finish with the fortress. I don't really like this but it could be a trap too.
He enters the building right after the human.
"listen to the sounds of this beast, if it truly is a Horse, then it must be a sire of one of the great herds. Something like that can not be left here."
"Also do you really think goblins would use a horse as a trap?"
Once more in Shoanti, Fraadok speaks there the door.
Flott En av steppene, vi er fiender av de grønne skins som hvin under hoven. Jeg ønsker å sende deg tilbake til de store steppene. Tillat meg å gå inn i grotten du er i.
Great One of the Steppes, we are enemies of the green skins that squeal beneath the hoof. I wish to send you back to the great steppes. Allow me to enter the cave you are in.
Lo and behold, the noises stop once more upon hearing Fraadok speak.
Upon opening the gate, a brilliant steed jumps out and bolts past the party and begins running about the courtyard, looking frantically for a way out. The creature looks to be of a noble line, as he is large and majestic and well muscled. He currently looks very hungry and beat up, and as such whinnies with fear and frustration.
With all the commotion going on and the newcomer still not accounted for to his liking, Thalrik remained on the roof. "That beast is making too much noise."
Kjell turns quickly at the noise from the shed. He immediately changes his route towards the medicine man. He arrives as the steed bursts forth.
Fraadok makes a sign of Pharasma, channeling her power through him.
And continues speaking in Shoanti as he approaches the horse.
Stille Great One, er nå ikke tid til å gå til Great Steppe og galoppere med dine Sires. Pharasma har andre arbeider for deg ennå.
Calm Great One, Now is not the time to go to the Great Steppe and gallop with your Sires. Pharasma has other works for you yet.
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On Going Effects:
Kjell looks at the Shoanti that just sent a healing blessing upon him.
Thank you for the healing words.
Kjell peers inside the shed where the steed escaped.
You hear no goblins nor anything else approaching, thalrik. It seems just a little too quiet in fact...
Kjell, you don't see anything special, but you do see some barrels and crude tools in the shed. Inside one if these barrels is a large collection of items, most of which are yours! The rest look elvish in appearance and you hazard a guess they belonged to the ranger that was also captured.
Realizing the alarming lack of sound for a goblin compound, Thalrik quickly looked to the one point of reference he had. Peering at the watch towers, he tried to see or hear if the guard were still there, doing what they had been doing before.
He quickly hissed in a low tone, to the others below. "Something is amiss. We should prepare for the worst."
Idril pokes about in the shed looking for food for the horse.
Kjell carries a very large well crafted axe with ease and quickly dons a fine breastplate.
Like I said. There is a maproom at the base of the stairs where I came into the courtyard. Also, the gobbies are holdin' an elf woman too. Her stuff is in the barrel.
Idril, you find some nasty looking cured meat, and a barrel of pickles in the shed. Beyond a few crude tools here and there and old nasty muddy hay on the floor, there is not much in there. The horse probably likes rations though!
Thalrik, nothing else seems out of the ordinary. Other than the goblins sudden silence. Kjell, the stairs you come up where pretty long, indicating the lower floors are pretty far down there. They probably can't hear much of anything going on up here.
The inhabitant of the fort might know now that something is amiss with the horse. Alright you he points at the newcomer lead us to where the elf is captive then we will clean up this place room by room
I have a name, and it is Kjell. What might yours be? Also, I do not know where they are holding her, but I know that I saw her earlier when I was brought in.
Seeing everyone prepare to dive below, Thalrik looked over the edge, scanning for an easy way down before calling to the others. "Might I trouble you a moment? I should like some assistance getting down from here."
If he was at all bothered by having to elicit help to get down, he did not show it. Rikka however look very much like she did not approve.
I am Arthur,Arthur Brimstone Kjell.
taking out his grappling hook and knotted rope arthur will trough it over the roof and secure it for Thalrik
Go it, you can come down now
Climbing down the offered rope, Thalrik pointed at the horse. "What of him? If we walk down those stairs he cannot follow us, and if the goblins find him loose, they are certain to kill him."
Turning to the stranger, he offered a small bow, barely a tilt of his body. "I am Thalrik Korun, apprentice to Master Rindal Korun." Seemingly remembering before being scolded, he this time added. "Oh and this is Rikka, Mongoose, Familiar, Friend." The little mongoose scurried down Thalrik, running over to the Kjell and sniffing the mans boot thoroughly. After a few moments she looked him in the eye, then produced something akin to a ladily curtsey.
With the pleasantries over with, she looked around the courtyard alert, before retreating back to the safety of Thalriks coat.
Well met, Thalrik and Arthur. Shall we move along up here, or head back below? I am sure to spill goblin blood in either direction.
For now let the horse deal with himself. We can escort him when we leave this place. We will start with this floor of course before moving downward. Its safer for everyone including the Stallion
Idril nods in agreement with Arthur.
"Right. We start here and leave no enemies behind us."
She looks for appropriate entrances, then glances at the tower.
"What do you think, take the watchtowers first?"