"Follow it. We can't afford to let it get to the island." Spectrum said to the dragons and to Isme.
"Very well," Isme says before turning her attentions to the pseudodragons. "I'll give you an opportunity to attack."
She flies after the goblin, making sure the pseudodragons are near enough to take advantage before trilling a song into the air, weaving magic into the sound as a layer of grease suddenly appears below the goblin's feet.
Wyam pants and settles his sword down onto the ground.
Sprinting through the woods, finding every cranny avoiding every errant tree root with incredible ease, the goblin finds the ground beneath his feet covered in viscous clear liquid, slipping and sliding beneath him.
He falls, a tree root finding him at last, bowling him over onto the ground.
Spectrum gives chase, running through the forest as only an elf can, sending an unerring prismatic bolt twisting through the foliage to pierce the downed goblin.
The little dragons swooped in together from opposite sides to lash out with their barbed tails.
Spectrum and his dragons blast enough trauma through the goblin's system to lay him down for good.
The woods are quiet once more.
Glimmer stings the goblin a few more times for good measure, looking proud of herself.
Array lost intrest in it the moment it was no longer moving. he flapped up a bit above the tree line and took a look around.
Spectrum moved back to where Wyam and Noro were catching their breath.
"I will scout ahead with our airborne group."
Isme dismisses the grease and begins looking through the goblins' corpse for anything valuable.
She nods to Spectrum. "Let's hope we haven't been noticed."
Noro notes that the path north leads to a bridge and the island.
Ducking around buildings and hiding between buildings, Array and Glimmer spy an assortment of goblins down on the ground.
Near the front of the gate are four goblins and their rat-like dogs, distracted by a game where one holds a frantic seagull by a long length of string as the others attempt to pelt it out of the sky with rocks.
Two more goblins, better armored than the others, sit atop an eastern watchtower, scanning the area.
Two more lie asleep atop a western watchtower, an empty jar of pickles beneath them, as two more goblins mount their dogs and joust eachother with rusted posts in the yard.
None of them spot the dragons flying overhead or Noro creeping along the bridge... and then it gives a sickening lurch to the left.
She manages to hold on and steady herself, though the bridge has now almost fallen into the sea beneath.
The creaking and cracking screams for the goblin's attention.
But with ninja reflexes she hides herself.
Isme reports back with what she saw.
"Noro's already gone ahead so we can follow. I don't think we can keep it quiet if we fight, but before that I can try to distract the two goblins in the eastern watchtower. I can also disable the goblins near the gate to help fight them."
Spectrum looks at the bridge, and to Wyam's armor, weighing their odds. "I do not believe this is a good idea for you, my friend. I am loathe to leave you behind, but I would not trust that bridge to hold you."
Spectrum waits for Wyam's answer.
Noro makes it safely to the other side and hides in some bushes, watching the goblins at work.
Wyam hesitates; he tests the bridge with his foot and shifts awkwardly in his armor, the heavy metal trapping his movements even on land. He readies his swords and speaks- "I'll just slow you down getting you across. I'll clear out the rest of the camp here, and fight off any more goblin forces who arrive. I'll cut the bridge maybe, or signal. I'm most useful here."
Barring any serious objections, he turns and heads off into the camp, sword out and poised.
Spectrum nods and turns to the bridge, dashing across with light-footed grace.
Isme flies across without a sound.
Two more stealthy shadows watch the goblins play their game of 'Killgull', laughing and cackling at the bird's fate.
Over there. They're riding the ugly rat dog things! Glimmer said silently, appalled at the goblins.
Spectrum looked around and snuck closer
Isme moves closer to the eastern watchtower and chants a spell, moving her wings in a rhythmic pattern in the air as she places an idea in a goblin's mind.
Vengeance. You know the goblin next to you did something horrible and you want to pay them back.
Unable to communicate with the goblin, all Isme can do is sow a feeling of discontent; the goblins begin a harsh argument, utterly distracted from events below.
Below- chaos, pandemonium as Spectrum's spell blasts out, shattering poor goblin minds and senses.
The goblins topple like trees in a storm, knocked unconscious and insentate for rounds. Shocked, the surviving goblin wheels around and lets out a screech of alarm.
Noro charges up, winds her foot back and aims a hard kick at the goblin dog, sending it scrabbling over the side of the island down into the water. The goblin on its back tries to acrobatically flip off
And succeeds, landing with an expression that shows how shocked he is that that actually worked.
Satisfied that the goblins in the watchtower are distracted, Isme flies down and attempts to force the shocked goblin into sleep while he's distracted.
The little goblin keels over to the ground and starts loudly snoring, little globules of snot blowing over his face.
"Kill them or tie them up? I don't care either way. The one down there will wake up soon so you might want to call the dragons to take care of him."
We can hear you. Array said with bland telepathy as he flew over the edge to take care of the unconcious goblin.
Spectrum began efficiently moving through the group of unconcious goblins and rat-dogs, administering short, precise thrusts of his sword.