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Davben steps up to help Nicea attacking the goblins trying to pile on her. He's perhaps a bit over eager to save her as his strikes aren't nearly as coordinated as usual.
"Damieka! Goblins are swarming Nicea, we could use your goblin expertise. He calls hoping she's still just outside the door where he left her. When Silva warns he covers his eyes, and keeps his mouth closed.
Zara's eyes widen as she sees the goblins swarm all over Nicea. Her anger rises and she swipes at the evil creature that has it's grubby paws over her friend. "No you don't!" she tells it.
She screams frustratedly as they claw at her friend.... "RAWR!"
Attempting to rip the goblin off Nicea and aid their leaders escape, she calls upon fate to help her and Nicea avoid the fires.
Damieka hears the calls and then Davben yelling for her. She grits her teeth angrily and runs into the room to H5 and sees what is going on, "GET AWAY FROM MY FRIEND YOU GREEN FREAKS!!"
She snarls as she lifts her bow, aims and shoots at the closest goblin on her side that is trying to carry Nicea.
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Davben quickly moves to help Nicea when she's grabbed by the goblins trying to pry them off and free her. He's thankful when Zara comes to help as well.
"Damieka! Goblins are swarming Nicea, we could use your goblin expertise." He calls hoping she's still just outside the door where he left her. When Silva warns to close eyes he tries to keep them shut but is somewhat distracted trying to fight off goblins.
Davben (21)
Goblin 2(20) Tongs
Zara (20)
Goblin 3(15) Tongs
Samara (15)
Silva (14)
Goblin 6(9) Glass
Goblin 1(8) Tongs
Goblin 7(7)
Goblin 8(7)
Damieka (5)
- Nicea holds action.
- Davben aids Nicea to escape the Grapple.
- Goblin 2 aids Goblin 6 to maintain the Grapple.
- Zara aids Nicea to escape the Grapple.
- Nicea tries to escape the Grapple. CMB = rolled 11, +2 Davben, +2 Zara. Total = 15
Goblin CMD = 12 +5 for maintaining +2 for aid other. Total = 19
Nicea is still Grappled!
- Goblin 3 is Dazed. He uses the round to snap out of it.
- Samara side step's onto a pile of broken glass
The glass crunches beneath Samara's boots as she slices Goblin 3 from balls to chin. It falls over dead.
- Silva darts forward and casts Color Spray. The spells area covers all standing Goblins but also includes Nicea.
Nicea Roll = 20
Every Goblin except 1 falls and begins twitching on the floor dropping Nicea in the process.
- Goblin 1 realizes he is completely outnumbered. He runs for his life.
Read only if you understand Goblin:"Tutso, Save Me! It's the Goblin Slayers of Sandpoint!"
- Damieka runs into the room. She sees Goblin 1 running away and fires an arrow at it but misses.
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Nicea rises to her feet with a very unpleasant expression. "Thank you, friends. These will not trouble the town for long," she grates. Dead. They are so dead. Not one of these green menaces will live to trouble this town further, unless I die first.
She picks up the unconscious goblin at G10 and takes a 5' towards the furnace, readying to pitch it into the flames.
Silva lowers his outstretched arm, letting out a sigh of relief. I didn't expect it to work that well... he thinks, looking at the pile of twitching goblins. He cannot help but to appreciate the irony of throwing them into the furnace. Asides from them being unconscious, it was not as though it was any different than cutting them into pieces. Or so he tells himself.
Opting to let the others finish them off, Silva turns and stoops over to check on Lonjiku's body for any signs of what exactly felled him.
Zara sees the goblin run past; her instincts scream at her to follow the creature and run it down. Setting off it only takes a few paces to realise that the glass rips into the soles of her feet, she skip steps a few paces.
Hobbling she stops and pulls at her belt scarf. The knot slips off smoothly and she is left with the sturdy material to hand.
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Davben looks to Damieka "See if you can stop that goblin Damieka I think you have the best chance with your bow."
Dav starts checking for any survivors starting with the ones he's standing over; he's always had a bit of a special knack for saving people on the brink of death so if any are still alive perhaps he can help.
Already siting on the hiding goblin, Damieka prays under her breath hoping that even a half-breed like her can do better than she had been doing. Please oh please let me hit this time and do damage enough to at least take it off it's feet.
She partially hears Davben as she is about to shoot and thinks of how they depend on her to get this shot. What if there were more in another room and the goblins come and overwhelm them? This could be a life saving move and Damieka hopes she can make everyone proud and keep them safe.
Davben (21)
Goblin 2(20)
Zara (20)
Samara (15)
Silva (14)
Goblin 6(9)
Goblin 1(8)
Goblin 7(7)
Goblin 8(7)
Damieka (5)
- Nicea picks up the goblin and moves toward the furnace stepping through the broken vase the Goblin had thrown at her.
- Davben check through the bodies, but they are all dead.
- Zara eagerly chases after Goblin 1 and runs through more broken glass.
The shards once again pierce through her sandals. Zara take 1 point of damage. Zara draws her sling.
- Samara moves to F=11 and coup-de-gras an unconcious Goblin.
- Sliva:Lonjiku's body is a mess. He has been stabbed and prodded repeatedly and had a large quantity of molten glass poured over him. Not a good end.
- Goblin 1 races as fast as he can to the exit. He bursts through the door and then makes a hard left and opens another in a panic.
- Damieka fires an arrow all the way across the room and through the open door (even with the range penalty) and pierces the Goblin right through the heart. Its a perfect shot. The Goblin falls over and slumps half way into the door it was trying to escape through.
The glass tears into her flesh once again and as her first boyfriend told her 'speeds of the essence'. Thus she hobbles across the room after the fleeing goblin; she nods back to Damieka about the excellent shot. 'I'll just ensure there isn't any more incoming. But stay in sight of the others.' she thinks. As she moves forward she leaves bloody footprints across the floor.
Sighing heavily, Silva stands, but his eyes do not leave Lonjiku's corpse.
"Well, I suppose it couldn't have happened to a nicer... oh damn it, what am I saying?" Silva mutters to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his fingers. He falls silent for a moment before looking to the others.
"This has to be that bastard Tsuto's doing!" he tells them, remembering the note, "I swear, if he's touched one hair on Ameiko's head I'll..." He shakes his fist for a moment before letting out another sigh. Walking over to the pile of unconscious goblins, Silva would search their things for anything of value.
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Davben sighs and wipes his hands "They're all already dead." he watches Damieka's arrow sail through the air and pierce the goblin despite how far he'd already ran nodding as if that's what he expected. "Very well done Damieka."
He looks at Nicea tossing goblins into the fire with her catchy little song and moves to stand next to her instead of over the dead bodies () listening to the others talk about Tutso and answers Nicea's question "I believe, from the quick look I got at the note the halfling lady gave you, that Tutso is the one who wrote said note. Curious that the goblin would be looking to him for help."
Nicea's song makes Damieka laugh and she smiles at Davben as he applauds he shot. She nods her head, her eyes gleaming with pride as she found her self esteem being rebuilt by that shot.
She walks over to F8, takes a leg to drag it and notices Zara moving away from them, "Zara. Maybe we shouldn't go anywhere alone. We never know what will happen."
Zara looks back to the cunning archer's call; "I'm not, just making sure...." her words are lost over the dull roar of the furnace. The intense heat has already affect Zara, her skin is pinker and the silken scarves are starting to stick to her where she has broken out in a sweat.
"Tsuto is Ameiko's brother," Silva explains as he digs through the goblins' belongings, "Well, half brother really. His real father was an elf. As you might imagine, poor Lonjiku here was not too happy about that. Saying that the two of them didn't get along would be an understatement... but I never thought that one of them would take it this far."
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"That little greenie that Damieka dropped so neatly - very nice shot, by the way - was heading off like he expected help. Once dinner is in the oven here, we need to follow and see where he might have been headed. Zara, did you see?" Nicea fills the furnaces with goblin bodies (alive, dead, whatever) once Silva has looted them of anything worthwhile.
Hearing he voice she looks around down the workshop. She realises it is a vista of carnage and her gorge rises, so many dead people. Hacked, burnt and tortured so hideously. She can almost hear their screams, their anguish - a mere shadow of which was when she saw Nicea being handled towards the fires.
The scorching fires create a heat haze down the room, bright scarves flutter on the air, vibrant wings that catch thermals and dance around her seraphic form.
In the blur she can just see Nicea pick something up, small logs and throw them in the open furnace. Logs with arms. Big heads and arms. Zara shivers despite the boiling temperatures, the horror of the situation becoming evident. 'She's throwing them in there alive! I hope it's quick. Their flesh bubbling, eyes exploding, screaming soundlessly as the heat burns and asphyxiate them.'
Zara turns and stumbles away, in her own torment of her imagination. 'The way Nicea is so calm, like chopping wood. She did call them vermin. And they are they wanted to do that to her...' the dancers thoughts muddle.
Walking forward to the door and the comparatively freezing temperatures of the anti-chamber puckers her skin and she looks to the room from around the door, before pulling it virtually closed. Staying in the furnace room with her tries to calm her breathing.
The furnace flares up with the addition of the Goblin corpses.
A burnt Goblin hand encased in glass slowly falls out of the furnace and solidifies in an upright position. Aside from the carnage part, it almost looks like a piece of art.
LOOT:
8 Small Dogslicers
8 Small Leather Armor
57 CP
64 SP
20 GP
There are also enough items lying about the Glassworks to piece together a complete & fully functional Alchemists Lab. These items obviously belong to the Glassworks though.
Damieka gulps when she realizes that Ameiko's brother was a half-elf and looks at Silva wide eyed. She turns her head, eyes downcast thinking of how people like this was why many hated those like herself but then again if they were not treated so badly ... no. People choose to be what they are despite what they have gone through. The main thing was to get through and hopefully this fact of what Ameiko's brother was would not discolour any reflections towards herself or others of her kind.
She looks up at Nicea and shyly nods then walks towards where Zara went, stopping at f24, not moving with any haste and watching out for the glass.
[ooc]If I got this right each square of the map is a foot?[/b]
"Well, if that goblin was really trying to get Tsuto's help, then he must be somewhere over there," Silva says, stuffing the gold he found into his pockets; he makes a mental note to split it once everything was said and done. He casts one last glance at Lonjiku's body and sighs, not looking forward to hearing Ameiko's reaction.
Catching Damieka's down expression, he tries to crack a reassuring smile before running across the room, being sure to avoid the sharp, pointy glass.
Zara listens and watches at the door plucking shards of glass from her feet. Soon all the big clunks are out and there's an awkward numbness to her feet.
Standing upon the very side of her left foot, she bends the other leg so that she can examine the balls of her foot. With a sharp intake of breath at the damage, the bloody slashes. Instantly she feels considerably worse, like being sick, but she attempts to put that to the back of her mind.
Then the dancer takes the nearby scarf wrapped around her throat and ripping it in 2 uses it to tie up her injured feet. Theres a wince as she slips it into her sandal. Then the white-haired youth attempts it with the other foot. 'I hope I can still dance.' she thinks mournfully.
"Through the doorway? Down stairs to the cellar, or around the rest of the floor?" she asks.
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Davben puts a hand on Damieka's shoulder when she looks rather down. "We did well my friend thank you for coming quickly when I called. Now if we could only get Zara to stay with the rest of the group..." He looks towards the woman in scarves who has once again run far ahead of the others. "Sooner or later she's going to run into an ambush, or be too far when we need her." He sighs softly and runs to close some distance between himself and Zara, but is careful avoiding glass.
"Personally I would prefer we explore other parts of this floor first, if there are more enemies we don't want them coming from behind and boxing us in the cellar."
Smara has been botted this round
Zara did not pass the required Heal Check. Movement is still halved.
Silva's attempt to give her a reassuring smile reassures Damieka a bit as she realizes her group would not care about the half-elf issue but still, what of others? As Davben puts his hand on her shoulder and speaks his words helps to reassure her further and she nods agreeing with his sentiments.
Damieka goes to G27 and looks towards the door Nicea is going through, "That is sensible advice, Davben. Goblins are good at cornering their prey. It is one thing they are clever about so it is best we take care. What do you see, Nicea?"
Putting he hand on her chest with a startled expression; "Who me! I was just trying to stop it escaping. Good shot." She gives the archer a smile before peeking at the goblins body as she opens the door a crack. Zara is trying to keep an eye upon the chamber that lays beyond. "I don't know how you can wear that armour though, it feels like my tattoos are going to melt away."
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Davben shrugs his shoulders at Zara "I could never wear it, but I suppose one gets used to armour, it does seem to have certain advantages. I don't know how you can go around with only a scarf covering your body, do you not feel exposed in that? You're practically naked." He considers for a moment "Perhaps it's a tactic to distract the enemy?" He looks over to Damieka, as she comes to stand next to him, wondering curiously he asks "Are goblins distracted by naked humans?"
When Nicea points to the door and seems to indicate Samara should be the one to open it he's not really sure why since either he or Zara would be in the best position to do so. "Sorry if you are designated door opener Samara, I think it might be easier if I did this one." Davben carefully opens the door to look inside
"It certainly distracts me, but you don't see me complaining," Silva says, trying to lighten the mood a bit. As worried as he was about Ameiko, what Davben said rang true to him.
Damieka shrugs, "My armour is hide so it isn't that heavy. It's more like wearing heavier clothing but not by much. I think, Zara that yours must allow full movement and since you use those scarves as weapon. And you do come from a warmer climate, do you not?"
She thinks it over for a moment, "I suppose that clothing could distract a goblin but it would more distract Silva even though he says he doesn't complain. Then again," She gives Silva a mischievous grin, "Silva seems to have gotten used to it and doesn't outwardly show any distraction." Damieka waggles her brows suggesting masculine "reactions" some may not think of.
Zara looks down at her attire; "I am exposed?" She checks to see if any of her scarves have slipped or the knots come loose. Her fingers playing over her body softly; "I certainly hope I am not titillating the goblins. Distraction is good but..." she shudders at the thought of goblins.
Zara looks to Silva for a second after Damieka's comments then blushes and looks away. "Yes, it's good for dancing. I feel free."
"The scarves are a symbol of the Goddess....plus the only clothes I own." she looks away through her door.
"Well, you look great in them," Silva says, wiping beads of sweat off his brow, "Not exactly suitable for combat though." Looking down, he frowns at the sight of her bloodied feet. "Or walking in glass, for that matter."
Zara is red-faced whether at the compliment or the heat it's hard to tell. She specifically avoids looking at the man, especially to check if he is 'outwardly displaying any distraction'. "I suppose, it's just I never felt the need for armour." Zara explains; "I tried not to get in any fights, the bladed scarf is just to keep away those with wandering hands."
The gypsy girl adjusts her scarves slightly already sticky with sweat. She peers around the door as she whispers back to the others.
"You lot check out the down there. I'll guard the rear." she hisses softly. 'Then I'm not running off anywhere. Not that I am sure I could with these feet!'
"Do not feel self concious, Zara. I believe your outfit is very pretty and it makes it easier to use your bladed scarf without it being detected as such. I was just teasing Silva." She hugs Zara, "You wear what you are most comfortable in and what works for you."
She smiles at her friend feeling bad for the joking around bothering her then goes to J26 to have a clear shot at whatever door is opened.
"Thank you, Damieka." she hugs her back enthusiastically before breaking it and rubbing her chest. "Next time we hug, we'd best have you out of that hard armour." she says innocently.
The smile upon Zara's face shows she isn't upset by Damieka.