Sophy trots off the bridge ready if any of the remaining foes should turn their attention to her.
The archers fire again, unable to see Kern beyond the walls of their stockade all three take a shot at the elf, whom Sophy is now behind. One of the arrows comes close, but fate is on Eponine's side and she avoids yet another barrage of arrows. At the other tower the cackling goblin there, tosses another smoking gourd over the wall. The rotting pumpkin splits apart on the halfling's head covering him in hot burning oil that splashes about him burning the goblin and goblin dog that are in his vicinity.
Eponine will try to finish off the dog in front of her.
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Edit: I doubt that's enough damage, so she'll stay put and try again next round.
As the goblin seems to withstand Wren's firey spell, Victor fires again hoping to finish it off.
Belril manages to avoid any further damage and isn't quite set ablaze. He thinks he looks rather dashing, singed as he is and still heroically battling the foul goblin dog before him,
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Pointing to the goblin that caught him with the flaming projectile- Belril makes a cutting motion across his own throat, glaring his emnity at the little vermin.
Intimidate
Still alight from the liquid fire coating him, Belril nevertheless relentlessly assaults the goblin dog before him, the sounds of his club thwacking against its skull contrasted against the sizzling of his burnt flesh.
Victor easily snipes the last goblin on the southern end of the bridge killing it with a well placed arrow in the neck. Eponine nicks the goblin dog with the tip of her blade, its looks ragged but it still lives. Belril becomes an swirling inferno as he ignores the pain of the sticky flaming goo on him and smashes his staff into the goblin dog's head killing it as the flames flicker.
The once mounted goblin on the ground crawls up to its knees and pleads with Kern, "No smash me no smash me!"
The goblin dog turns and runs from the elf before it.
Kern looks down at the pleading goblin and grimaces. "Pathetic," he says. He switches his flail to hold in one hand and slams the goblin on the top of the head with his free fist to knock the pathetic beast out.
Turning to see that it was indeed Victor that had helped save Wren's bacon, the fiery wizard gives perhaps the closest to a compliment she had ever given him. "Victor, you aren't nearly as terrible with that bow as you used to be. Thanks for the help! Now do you think that bridge can support both our weight if we were to cross and help the others?"
She looks to the other side, and sees the halfling running around on fire. Hell, just look over there...that little maniac's went and set himself ablaze! They are going to get routed wtihout us."
"I know it will support one of us, because I was on it. You go ahead. I will cover for you and be along shortly." He says, as he peers toward the goblin in the tower.
Upon hearing Victor's warning, Wren double moves onto the bridge, trying to help the others.
Sophy shrieks with alarm as Belril goes up in flames, but she can think of nothing to do to put him out other than to push him over the cliff into the sea. Instead, she takes the opportunity to pick her way squeamishly through the corpses to take cover against the wall of the fortress itself, where she hopes the goblins' arrows -- and conflagrative gourds -- cannot find her. "What do we do?" she calls to the others. "Go inside?"
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We press the attack, fool! Belril declares, bravery (or madness) ablaze in his eyes. He might look rather comical in another less dire circumstance, with singed eyebrows looking a little ridiculous as he glares at Sophy, worried that the group had lost its courage yet again.
Get Kern patched up the man's barely standing! CHAAAAAAAAARGE!
Sophy cowers against the fortress wall, cringing under the charred halfling's scorching rebuke.
Eponine recovers her dropped weapons and stands ready with her curved blade.
Wren, thanks! Floating my blade up to me like that was perfect timing!
Kern punches the surrendering goblin in the face sending it into a forced sleep as Wren dashes out onto the bridge.
Sophy presses herself against the wall of the stockade, a mishmash of ship-beams and scavenged timber, trying to keep out of sight of the archers above. They continue to attack two fire at the elf, but one turns and takes a shot at Wren as she is coming across the bridge. Fear seems to have made the archers more accurate as Eponine his hit by one arrow and saved by her magic shielding spell from another. Wren also feels a sharp puncture, and sees a crow feathered arrow sticking out of her. Though brave in continuing his attack, the sticky burning oil sears and harms Belril before the fuel can completely run its course. The goblin with the flaming gourds grins wickedly on the wall and tosses another one down. The toss is way over the halflings head and the pumpkin bursts between him, Eponine and Kern, but none are in the area that is effected by the splash.
Wren, thanks! Floating my blade up to me like that was perfect timing!
Sophy is glad to be away from the group and half-hidden in the shrubbery, as a deep blush creeps up her face. Had it been Wren doing that? Had she been foolish to think she could control the spirits haunting her? The image of her standing on the bridge concentrating so hard on doing nothing at all fills her with embarrassment.
Seeing Wren get hit again, Blast! She has got hit again! And Eponine as well! He screams within his mind as he takes aim once again at the lone goblin in the tower. If I can just take this one out, Belril and Kern can concentrate on those three over there. Victor lets loose the arrow, Please Desna, I could use a little luck, he prays as he watches the arrow soar.
As he sees it strike true, "YES! THANK YOU, DESNA!" He points skyward as he looks up.
Victor lines up his shot and send an arrow across the gap, accounting for the wind he places the arrow cleanly in the center of the goblin's head. Eponine watches looking for another target, and seeing none in her immediate vicinity waits to see what happens next. Belril moves to the stockade door to see if and how the goblins may have secured it.
The stockade is made of thick wood. Closer inspection reveals that most of the wood seems to have been scavenged from ships. A few nameplates remain affixed to some of the timbers, while others look like they might have once been masts.
Belril is able to peer through some of the gaps between the timbers and into the stockade. He can tell that a large wooden mast is barring doors to prevent them from being opened. It doesn't appear that any goblins are in the dirt floored room, however Belril can make out several dog and horse heads mounted on the walls.
The ease at which Belril can make out these details brings his attention to the fact that the sun is starting to creep up over the horizon allowing a bit of light to penetrate into the poorly built stockade.
Eponine recovers her dropped weapons and stands ready with her curved blade.
Wren moves to the relatively safe spot beside Sophy. "Do you still have that healing wand? As you can see from the arrow holes, the goblins have had pretty good luck shooting at me!"
Eponine recovers her dropped weapons and stands ready with her curved blade.
Kern takes a few deep breaths and waits, keeping watchful.
Wren moves to the relatively safe spot beside Sophy. "Do you still have that healing wand? As you can see from the arrow holes, the goblins have had pretty good luck shooting at me!"
Sophy stares helplessly between the halfling requisitioning healing for the savaged Kern, Wren's demands, and the multiple puncture wounds oozing blood on her own body; Eponine and Victor also have visible injuries, as well as the angry red burns on Belril's exposed flesh. "It's almost used up," she stammers apologetically. "There's not enough power left to heal us all. And how will I ever repay Father Zantus?"
She wrestles the recalcitrant wand out of her pack with difficulty and holds it up across her palm so Wren can detect for herself how weak the aura has gotten.
Eponine plays down her wounds, waving Sophy to the others. They've taken more of the brunt of the attacks than I have.
"If we can save Ameiko, I think Father Zantus will overlook his wand being used up. We can repay him out of the spoils we take from these creatures when we get her back," Wren tries to convince Sophy to take action.
Calling the oracle's bluff, Wren casts Detect Magic, making sure Sophy isn't holding out on her.
Wren slides up next to Sophy taking cover against the wall, as Kern stands his ground waiting to see what might happen next.
Sophy pulls out Father Zantus's wand and wrestles with the idea that its power is limited. From above the goblins cackle gleefully and fire more arrows at Eponine, their only viable target. The middle one jumps for joy since his is the only arrow that strikes her.
Victor's frustration continues, "Blast! Find cover, Eponine!" as the goblins continue to pepper the others from above. Victor moves back across the bridge so as to get a better angle on the pesky goblins.
Eponine moves to W26. If she can't be in that partial square, then she'll take W28. If she can reach past Belril, she'll try to open the doors, checking to see if they are locked or barred yet.
Victor once again works his way across the rope bridge, stopping halfway to take a shot at one of the goblins. The swaying of the bridge causes his aim to be off kilter and he successful hits the broad side of the stockade.
Eponine moves to the stockade doors trying them, and finds they are barred shut from the inside.
Already having checked the doors, Belril announces what Eponine now knows, and then moves to try and eliminate the archer threat from above. He flings a stone and smacks a goblin in the face before dropping prone amongst the briar bushes.
"Can anyone climb these walls? I am out of spells that attack at a distance today. If someone could find away to open the doors, i wouldlove to keep killing goblins today."
"I have some skill at climbing," Kern says, putting away his flail and reaching for his crossbow, "but I'm not keen on being picked off by goblins while doing it."
Wren casts Detect Magic, making sure that Sophy wsan't trying to hide the power of the wand from her and the rest of the group.
Do you not carry a crossbow?
Sophy looks down at the crossbow hanging at her belt, then at her hands full of dagger and wand, and sighs. Noticing Wren staring at the wand and muttering a spell under her breath, she gently lays it in the dancer's palm to free up her own hands a little. As her fingers brush Wren's skin, she offers, "I'm sorry you're hurt, Wren," and attempts to will healing power into the woman as she has done before.
Wren wrinkles her nose trying to figure out what just happened. "That didn't come from the wand, did it? You healed me while I was holding Father Zaantus' wand! You did know you could do this, didn't you? Look at my thigh...an arrow passed clean through and now you healed it," Wren was rambling on about Sophy's ability, forgetting for a moment about the surroundings.
Kern sizes up the situation and stows away his flail of instant death, opting for his crossbow now. Wren studies Father Zantus's wand and sees that Sophy is telling the truth, its power is waning and the healing is close to running out.
Sophy pushes the wand into Wren's hands as Wren feels the pain of her wounds lesson. The wizards arcane sight reveals that the source of this curative magic was indeed Sophy, and the wand's strength remains unchanged.
More arrows rain down from above as the three goblins target the easiest one of you they can see, Victor alone on the bridge. All three fail to put arrows anywhere near the archer. One of them is shouting over his shoulder in his thick sounding language.
"Lazy girls, go get Bruthazmus! The bugbear will kill 'em and then we can feast on their gizzards! Get your but to Chief and tell him we need more warriors!