DougFungus' Rise of the RuneLords

Game Master pinvendor

EDIT: Nicea has flanking with Samara, granting an additional +2 to her attack. Nicea Hit the Goblin Commando, she did not miss.

Nicea deals 10 damage to Goblin Commando! It still stands, but is not looking well...

Grimacing at the pain of the shaft in her thigh she spins upon the other leg. Her scarf billowing as she attempts to flick the bloodied steel disks across the creatures face.

Seeing so many around her she knows to stop this menace quickly and attacks to the best of her ability, forgoing a defensive stance. However her leg nearly crumbles from under her as she lunnges.

5' Step to G10
Attack Vs Commando: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

She looks to the elven female and the fierce scythe wielding warrior a smile upon her face.

That dancing lady wasn't making it easy to save her, she now cut Dav off from a direct attack on the mounted goblin. No matter, he steps around her attacking the dog riding goblin with a jumping kick.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 Crit!
Crit confirm: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17Whoo!
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 X2 if critical

Davben moves to H10, at least I think H10 will work, and attacks the goblin commando.

Samara's eyes turn away from her present opponent, and she can't resist taking advantage of a weakness when she sees it. Samara takes a stab at the goblin commando. Sneak attack!

Attack role: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Damage: 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + (5) = 8

If the commando is already down, target goblin 7

If Goblin Commando is not down, Nicea takes a cut at it, otherwise she scythes the Goblin Dog (assuming they don't move before her turn). She will attempt to reposition to get into a flank with Samara or anyone else if the goblin/goblin dog move. If they're gone, she moves to F7 to flank and attack Goblin 7 with Samara. If they are all down, she runs after the warchanter because I think the rest in her area are gone.

If she gets an attack:

Scythe attack, no flank bonus added: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Scythe damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3) + 4 = 10

"You scurvy green pestules of gore. Damieka snarls as she turns towards the goblin chanter and shoots, hoping that this one she gets because it is annoying her so badly. Of all the goblins this one angers her the most for its terrorizing tactics with song, even thoug she had no problem mocking such music.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 101d8 ⇒ 4

"Close enough," Silva mutters with a frown, as an unintended recipient of his spell is slain. Dagger still in hand, he moves off to the side, to cut off any possible escape routes.

Move to I7. Ready attack for any goblins in range.

Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

• Goblin Commando drops his shortbow and draws a Horsechopper.

  Ride Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19 Pass

  The Commando's mount tries to bite Nicea

  Bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19 Hit

  Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

  Nicea Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 Pass

• Silva readies an action.

• Zara 5 foot steps to G-10. Her attack misses.

• Davben attacks the Goblin Dog

  Goblin Commando Ride Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11 Fail

  and Crits it.

  Crit Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 5 = 11

  The jump kick breaks the dog, it dies.

• Samara attacks Goblin Commando and misses.

• Damieka shoots at Goblin Warchanter and misses.

• Goblin Warchanter shoots yet another arrow at Damieka.

  Shortbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 Miss

• Nicea decapitates Goblin Commando with her Scythe.

• Goblin 7 Attacks Samara

  DogSlicer: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 Hit

  Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Round 9 Map

Round 10 Begins Now

Can everybody please include their Hit Point total in their next post. I don't keep track.

Thanks

Damieka takes a stance, looks at the Goblin Warchanter and aims, glaring directly at the smaller being as she does so.

Think only of the target. Leave all else outside but keep your senses. Think of the target. Leave hate behind and target the goblin.

She takes a deep breath and fires.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 151d8 ⇒ 8

I keep forgetting it's 8 and not 7 gah

Current HP: 9/16

Nicea yelps as the goblin dog takes a chunk out of her and gives Davben a nod as the pair drop the goblin comando and his mount.

If Goblin7 is still up, she takes a quick step forward to attack it. 5' to G8 and attack
Scythe Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17Scythe damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 1) + 4 = 9.

If Goblin7 is down, she heads towards the Warchanter, spinning her scythe and winking at the cowering nobleman and cleric. Double move to L18

A spray of blood explodes before her, Zara looks to the others. "There are more of them in town. But I see if I can stop the witch that made me giggle." She sprints away from the group, legs pumping as a trickle of crimson blood rolls down her thigh.

She rushes back around the stage to come hip to face with the bawdy singer. Zara's scarf fluttering as she swings it towards the creature.

Move: Charge! to L20
Attack Warchanter: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2 AC _ 11

HP = 6/9

HP 11

Noting that the goblin was more or less surrounded, Silva stands aside, not wanting to get caught up in all the sharp metal going around. On the off chance that it survives, he would expend the last of his arcane power on it.

Delay until everyone else goes; if it's still alive, zap it with another Ear-Piercing Scream.

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3 (Fort DC 16)

Current HP: 11/11

Davben smiles towards his tall warrior friend at her nod of thanks. Feeling better about his balance, and thinking felling these goblins is helping he proceeds to step over the fallen goblin commando making two quick strikes towards the goblin on the other side.

Flurry of blows: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Flurry of blows: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16 Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Davben takes 5' step to G-9 and uses flurry of blows on goblin 7. HP 9/9

• Silva Delays

• Zara charges Goblin Warchanter. The attack is a hit.

• Davben Flurries Goblin 7 to death.

• Damieka shoots an arrow and misses.

• Goblin Warchanter shoots at Damieka.

  Shortbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 miss

• Nicea charge attacks Goblin Warchanter and kills it.

VICTORY! All Goblins are dead!

The Goblin threat appears to be neutralized in the town of Sandpoint

Sorry for the lac of detail in this post guys. I'm tired. Feel free to RP a bit and we'll move into the next event when I feel we're ready.

Nicea looks disbelievingly at the bloodied dancer as they stand panting over the corpse of the warchanter. "Do you seek death, little girl? If you're going to run into a fight, at least get some armor! Even mages protect themselves with their witchery."

She strolls over to the nobleman. "You are safe now, my lord. Are you well? Sorry I couldn't save your dog, too. Did the good Father see to your wounds?"

"Well that was certainly interesting," Silva remarks, nudging the dead goblin dog with the tip of his foot. Slipping his dagger into its sheath, he looks to the other warriors. "So, you all alright? I have to admit, I didn't expect so many people to be ready to hack up goblins at the drop of a hat."

Samara rubs at a couple of the wounds that she received in the combat, frowning at them for a moment, but seeming to decide that the spots of blood on her clothing aren't a terribly big deal. She puts her sword away and pulls out the stuffed cat, hugging it close to her chest and using it as a shield to hide behind to protect her from other people's words. "Um, I am jarred. A little jarred is what I am..." comments the elf softly, kneeling down next to one of the goblins to rifle through its belongings, if any.

HP 6/8

Zara puts her arm around the shoulder of the heavily armoured warrioress. "I just wanted to help!" her words have a hint of despair. "You are hurt?" Zara feels a connection with her Goddess, the pain she feels is an illusion. Light and energy are lost in the mists of time as she places a hand upon Nicea and the healing energy flows out. Cure Light Wounds on Nicea: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

She looks with large eyes to the father and the noble; "What about the rest of town? Do we need to get to the gates? Where did they come from." she queries breathlessly, concern in her voice and a desire to stop others being hurt.

HP: 13/16

"I thank you, but others are hurt too - including yourself. And you see, there are more ways to help than hitting things. Dead women can't help at all. But there it is. Thank you for the healing." The gick on her scythe earns a grimace. "Can I have one of your cloths to clean my weapon? The Greenies got it all dirty."

Looking around Zara sees her veil, lost upon the floor during the fight. "Here you go the scared veil, it cleans away the filth of these abominations. Which have despoiled our festival." she looks to the Father and hands Nicea her veil.

Breathing deeply, the rise and fall of her chest is obvious as is the pain on her face. Flicking back the sarong to reveal an arrow lightly embedded in her thigh. With a grimace she pulls it out smoothly, a slow stream of vitae trickles down her thigh to drip upon the cobbles.

Ensuring that the other injured people are nearby (Samara, Father, Nicea, Foxglove) She channels her patrons healing energies.

Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 3

"There are we better?" she asks softly.

HP: 11/11

"Huh, that's strange. I felt a little warm and fuzzy for a moment, but nothing's happened."

HP: 16/16

Nicea grins at Silva. "I think you're supposed to pay the lady anyway. It's not her fault." She takes the rag from Zara with a nod of thanks, wiping her weapon clean before securing it and tossing the begrimed cloth aside. "Sorry about your ceremony, Father. The butterflies were nice. Do you usually have such a bad goblin infestation?"

"That's good sir, the divine grace flows in your veins. Are you an illusionist?" she asks Silva hopefully. Whilst Nicea discards her scarf as if it's rubbish, Zara looks on aghast as her stained white veil falls to the floor. 'It's probably good for nothing now anyway.'

Picking up her jaw; she realises that the threat may finally be over. Zara bounces over to her bindle and takes it back to where the people are gathered. "I am Zara, dancer of the Northern Caravan and favoured of the Lady." she introduces herself with a long bow.

"Illusionist?" Silva starts, sizing up the rather attractive dancer, "Nah. My old great grandad dabbled in that kind of thing, but I was never really into it myself. Why fake reality when you can change it?"

"But I'm getting ahead of myself. The name's Silva, sorcerer extraordinaire and humble servant of Desna. Well, not humble enough to get a butterfly tattoo, mind you."

HP: 8/8

"Yes, better is how I feel," says Samara softly, "I thank you..." She suddenly becomes (more) self-conscious and reaches to put the stuffed cat in her backpack now that the danger is over. The last thing she wants is for others to think she is childish.

"Illusions are important. Without them we are little more than beasts, little more than these goblins. They have no dreams that's why they spoil Desna's holy day." Zara philosophises.

She pours some water from the skin over her healed wound and examines the tattoo there. "You are probably the wrong person to be talking to about tattoo's." she jokes. Her tanned body has lines of tattoo's going up it, drawing the eye. Though the density of them is light and they enhance her appearance rather than being an attraction in their own right.

The Town Square as cleared out as all the people have either run to safety or have gone to help versus the raid elsewhere. All thats left are the Six of you, Father Zantus and the Noble along with the corpses of several Goblins, the Nobles dog and a few unfortunate Civilians. Things are quiet now. The Goblin raid has obviously failed. Surviving Goblins flee north in droves. In the distance, a few goblins can be seen jumping from Junkers Edge to their deaths in order to avoid being captured.

The Noble is quick to march up and greet the PC's. The arrow has been removed from his leg and appears to have been healed by magic. All that remains is a hole in his trousers with a large blood stain surrounding it. Father Zantus makes his way at a bit of a slower pace.

"You are safe now, my lord. Are you well? Sorry I couldn't save your dog, too. Did the good Father see to your wounds?"

The Noble's eyes are locked onto Zara, he brushes by Nicea and continues on without stopping. Without realizing it he steps on Nicea's foot as he walks past while muttering:

ALDERN FOXGLOVE: "Yes, yes, I am fine. The dog is an unfortunate loss, but I can always get a new one." He steps up to Zara. "You my lady, are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." He gently grabs Zara's hand and kisses it softly. "I can't thank you enough for saving my life." The Noble keeps his gaze locked on Zaras eyes for a moment.

"Sorry about your ceremony, Father. The butterflies were nice. Do you usually have such a bad goblin infestation?"

FATHER ZANTUS: "Yes, I feel Sandpoint will hardly feel like finishing up the festival after this. Those bloody monsters have a special way of ruining everything."

The Noble turns to face the rest of you.

ALDERN FOXGLOVE: "I cant thank you enough for your bravery, all of you. If you weren't here to save me I would surely have died right in front of the stage. I'm going to tell everyone of your heroics. The Bards will sing songs of you for years to come!"

Ameiko Kaijitsu pops out from beneath her booth.

AMEIKO: "SILVA! That was AMAZING!" Amiko runs up and gives Silva a big hug. "The rest of you too, all of you were very impressive! All of you can have free rooms at The Rusty Dragon for a week. I want to hear all your storie..." Amieko suddenly pauses and looks dumbstruck as she thinks for a second. "The Rusty Dragon, I need to make sure its OK! Who knows what those little Bastards might have done to it!"

Zara down casts her eyes as the nobleman kisses her hand; "You flatter me good sir. Are you alright? You must have faught bravely to escape from that many goblins..." she asks wamrly, quirking a smile to the armoured woman.

The announcement of the closure of the festive wipes the smile away; "I so wanted to play some of the games, taste the delicacies and sate my appetite. And of course earn some coin with my dancing!" she looks to the noble her spirits rising. "And if they were all as generous and with as good taste as yourself Lord Aldern what a performance it would have been!"

"I believe I promised you all a drink?" she looks to Davben and Nicea, "You both saved me earlier." she ensures that the noble has heard this, as a man of his breeding is often looking for capable people.

~

As the tavern owner appears with her generous offer, Zara smiles for she has heard of the reputation of the Rusty Dragon as the finest Inn in Sandpoint. For the past couple of days Zara has been staying at a lowly lodging house whilst arranging being able to perform at the festival.

ALDERN FOXGLOVE: "It saddens me to say I am not as brave as you fair lady. I am merely a victim of circumstance. I was walking to the festival when the raid started and the Goblins chased me here. I fancy myself a Lover, not a Fighter. Perhaps we can all venture to the Inn with Ameiko? My room is there. I would also offer to celebrate by purchasing you all Food and Drink. There is no need for a dancer to spend her precious coin in the presence of a Noble."

It is quite obvious the invitation was meant for Zara, but has been extended to everyone out of courtesy.

FATHER ZANTUS: "I'm afraid I will not be able to join you. I must see to the Temple and ensure it was not damaged in the attack."

Davben comes over to join the others coming to stand near Nicea, apparently having someone refer to her as his friend somehow made him feel that he was closer to her than the others. "You handled yourself very well my lady, as did everyone."

He looks towards the noble man, and shakes his head "If it is all the same sir I would prefer to be left out of any tales or bard songs."

Hearing Ameiko say they can stay at the Rusty Dragon he's not sure he wants to stick around for a week "Rusty Dragon? is that a place we can get a drink? He looks between Nicea and Zara "I would still like to share a drink with you both, but I do not know if I can accept everything offered for free. If we're proceeding to the inn, we should invite the archer woman as well."

"Ah, you're safe!" Silva says to Ameiko with palpable relief as he returns her hug. At her last statement however, he frowns. "Hm, you're right. There's no telling what nasty business those things got into while we were preoccupied. But first, ah!" Remembering to mind his manners, he turns to the noble and priest, offering him a bow. "Thank you, Lord Foxglove, Father Zantus. I was just about to head to the Dragon myself, so the more the merrier!"

"Looks like I have a story to tell you after all," he quips to Ameiko with a wink, "Sorry about the salmon though."

It's not the first time someone has declared himself a Lover and invited Zara to his Inn, however this time she accepts hoping the prescence of others will ensure he doesn't press his claim too vigorously. "Most kind MiLord, of course not all are as reckless as I, as brave or cunning as the others."

"Of course, sir. I did not mean to leave you out Miss..." She looks to the archer. "You have a good eye, both in style and with your weapon." Zara compliments the ranger softly.

He looks towards the noble man, and shakes his head "If it is all the same sir I would prefer to be left out of any tales or bard songs."

ALDERN FOXGLOVE: "Its all the same to me Lad. I'd only assume that a peasant would jump at the chance to be a hero, but suit yourself. Sandpoint has only 5 Heroes today!"

Hearing Ameiko say they can stay at the Rusty Dragon he's not sure he wants to stick around for a week "Rusty Dragon? is that a place we can get a drink? He looks between Nicea and Zara "I would still like to share a drink with you both, but I do not know if I can accept everything offered for free.

AMEIKO: Don't be ridiculous, I insist. It's the very least a nameless hero deserves."

At being told that bards will sing of her for years to come, Samara shrinks a little bit and mumbles, "This praise is not a thing that is necessary..." She scuffs the toe of her shoe across the ground.

She looks off towards the goblin corpses contemplatively, glad to break possible eye contact with anyone else. Free stuff, however, she has little difficulty accepting, and while she doesn't say outright she is amenable, she nods along with any such offers.

Nicea utterly ignores the provincial noble treading on her foot. After all, it's not like one would expect a savage to recognize the red-trimmed dark green of her clothing. She turns to the unarmed man who had fared so well in the battle and extends a hand.

"Nicea, Nicea Argote. It was a pleasure to watch you work. And good idea about being omitted from bardsong about today. May as well be hailed a hero for killing rats as killing goblins. T'would be an embarrassment. Still and all, killing the choking dust of the battle with a good brew would be a pleasure, as would having a roof for tonight's sleep. I think you have more than earned it, as have we all." She bows slightly to Ameiko. "I, for one, will be grateful to take you up on your offer, Miss, with thanks. In the meantime, refreshment is welcome! Let us go see how the Rusty Dragon has fared and ensure it is goblin-free!"

Zara preens slightly; "Well I like a bit of attention." She walks with the others, after querying with Zantus about the dead man and if he needs any help laying him out.

Davben nods towards the noble man "Perhaps peasants would be; you may know better than I." He didn't mean that as a jab the man, but it probably did sound like it.

He gives Ameiko a bit of a confused look "But those creatures were disturbing the balance here, it was my duty to stop them. But if you insist..." he just lets that trail off.

He looks towards Nicea as she offers her hand and realizes that although they had fought together he had not given her his name. "Forgive me Ms. Nicea I had not even noticed I hadn't introduced myself. I am Davben, if you like, you may call me Dav, or Ben if you prefer." He looks at his hands not exactly the cleanest after having pummeled goblins "Apologies again, I do not wish to soil your hands, perhaps the inn will have some place I can wash up."

Damieka looks about shyly not knowing what to do or how exactly to act. There were now three women there, was it three? Her mind refused to count as her nervousness continued to keep her off balance. Then someone mentioned an archer and she looked about as if to find this fine shooter and took a moment to notice that it was that man who spoke to her earlier that spoke and it was about her.

She looked at Davben then at the woman he was with to make sure she would not be intruding on anything and now the dancer asked her name, "I am Damieka or ah whatever people want to call me, I guess. It would be nice to have a drink, I suppose, and a bed would be appreciated too but I really did not do all that much. I... missed more than hit."

The ranger felt discouraged by her mistakes and was mentally biting herself for it. Her eyes did not lift to look at the other women and she also avoided Davben since he was with his friend again. She idly reached down and pulled an arrow from the ground hoping she could find the rest in fair to good condition.

Nicea surveys the goblin corpses. "I think first we should check out their possessions and see if there's a clue to what they've been up to or what they were planning -- if anything." She strides over to the warchanter and starts looting the little corpse. "Fair's fair - all of us get a share of the findings, right?"

The archer nods, not knowing how to go about anything else as people have introduced themselves and she realizes that this Davben had not known anyone here at all so she did not have to have been concerned about jealousy. Or did she? She never knew how other women would react.

Damieka sadly took note of the carnage, her face pale as she allowed it to sink in. She notices a few children as Nicea talks to them so turns from her thought of looking for her arrows, dropping the one she had retrieved.

"As you wish, Ms. Argote but I believe I will go to the Inn as I need to wash up." She walks unsteadily away towards the Rusty Dragon but on her way there she turns and goes behind a shed, relieving herself of the meals she'd had.

In a kneeling position, her legs under her and head leaned against the wall she shakes, her anger at the goblins making her near blind with hatred. Her reaction is not due to fighting as she'd fought goblins before but because of the children. With the thought of the little ones in her mind she presses her chin against the wood while looking at nothing.

"True Ben, it isn't just you who needs a wash." she looks down to her scarves spotted with crimson and green blood and her bladed scarf which will be harder to clean than Nicea's scythe.

Before Damieka leaves the square, Zara pats her on the back; "You did well..."

Davben watches Nicea as she goes to search the warchanter, the woman had a good notion of fair, and even; that showed good balance. He couldn't think of a possible use he might have for his share of whatever was found on the goblins.

"My lady Nicea if you're looking for information I believe the first goblin I encountered was incapacitated but not slain, he may be of use. Do you need assistance searching for useful items?"

He looks over to see Damieka walking unsteadily 'Poor woman must be quite unbalanced. I should try to help her to regain an equilibrium with herself when we get to the inn I'll try to see what could be the cause.'

Aldern locks arms with Zara in a gentlemanly fashion and begins to trot toward The Rusty dragon. On the way he rambles about himself and his exploits to nobody in particular in the same way most nobles do. Once at The Rusty Dragon Aldern moves ahead to open the door for Zara and then enters right after her letting the door bonk Ameiko as she is right behind him. She sighs and doesn't think much of it as she holds the door for everybody else.

AMEIKO: "You can all take the corner with the extra seating. If there isn't enough just pull a few tables together. I want to do a once over on the place and then I'll come and join you."

More or less uninterested in the goblins' possessions, Silva follows Ameiko closely, making it a point to ignore Aldern's outrageous bravado. As glad as he was for the man's safety, he was far more interested in the free food and drink than he was in the noble's showboating. Once the group has settled down in the Rusty Dragon, he smiles after Ameiko before looking to the others.

"Looks like the lot of us happened to be in the right place at the right time. So, what are your names? I caught a few of them but I'd like to get to know my fellow 'heroes' a little better. If they're gonna sing songs about us, they might as well get that much right."

After looking over any items with a Detect Magic.

She listens to Aldern's tales about himself, smiling politely at his chatter. Nodding at his manners, even if it doesn't quite extend to thhe others. At least she sees him put on the sheen of civility, but he is their benefactor even if her is rude to the proprietress.

Zara has dealt with nobles (and men) like him before; brash and thinking they are charming just because they have some good-looks. Silva's words cut through her thoughts; "Songs! You really think so! I just wanted to help."

She shuffles in the upholstered seating, her voice enthusiastic.

Davben doesn't seem particularily interested in the goblins' belongings either, the promised drink with the group on the other hand sounded much better. He moves with the others into the inn, and after cleaning goblin gunk off his hands, takes a seat at the table Ameiko suggested, next to Nicea if possible if not he won't make a big deal about it. He sighs softly as Silva mentions songs and heroics again "I don't mind if you know my name, but I don't want it in any songs or heroic tales, I prefer to be anonymous, or left out entirely. I am Davben, friends can call me Dav or Ben as they like." It's not really clear if everyone is included as friends or not.

"I'm afraid I'm not from around here, is there a drink that would be suggested?" His question is asked of everyone, but directed more towards Silva as he seems to be more familiar here.

Dameika waits for a bit of time until her mind is clear of the upset from the situation then stands unsteadily, leaning against the building. She takes a deep breath then walks to the Dragon and enters looking pale but not as frazzled as before. She goes and sits at whatever chair is available with the group and gives them a wan smile.

The group seems happy enough so there was no problem being near the other women at this point.

"I am not too much for being in a song and my name is Damieka. As for drink, a light one is Cherbear which has a cherry flavour, if you want one that is not fruity or too strong go with the Miller Delight ale and if you want to get royally plastered then the Bombdeterra ale will put you there fastest.

Nicea looks at Samara as they survey the pile of loot. "Well, my friend, we could equip a small army of halflings. Beyond that, this stuff isn't much good, unless we can find a buyer. Do you know any of the shopkeepers around here?" She hefts the horsechopper. "This thing seems relatively well made, compared to the trash the others carry. We might get a copper or two for it.

If nobody else takes anything, Nicea will take the one masterwork weapon, the potions and the gold (on behalf of the party). She'll aim to sell the horsechopper and add the proceeds to the gold found on the bodies.