Initiative:
Karl (20)
Varian (19)
Krissina (18)
Goblin Warchanter (15)
Jovalson (13)
Goblins (9)
Nante (4) [Because he has a higher DEX than Sarvin]
Servin (4)
It is now Karl's turn.
And here I thought I'd be asking a reward for killing just one goblin Karl began moving forward, his shield falling into place on his forearm and his right hand drawing the dart he had just holstered I appreciate the sacrifice you'll be making for my traveling expenses goblins, but I hope you'll forgive me if I did forget you Once in range he snapped his arm forward and flung the projectile at the goblin ahead of him.
The dart glinted in the sun as it cut through the air, on its way to meet the green skin of the goblin's skull.
The goblin has only enough time to look behind as the dart whistles into its chest. It screams and falls to one knee, but it is very much alive...and quite angry. However, this poor fellow looks like he won't last much longer. One more hit, and he very well might go down.
It is now Varian's turn.
Varian quite simply moves the most direct route to intercept the goblins
Krissina moves forward a bit more cautiously this time, instinctively summoning a protective barrier around herself.
@Nante:[ooc] I assume that you were right behind her on N13, unless I was wrong. I'll recheck the posts and make sure about your place.[ooc]
The Warchanter screams "GIANT LONGSHANKS!" and points a bony finger at Varian. Her throaty song continues as she drops her whip and pulls out a short bow and sets a crude arrow to its string. The chanting reaches a fever pitch as she fires her weapon at the fighter.
The arrow flies wide off the mark and misses the half-elf.
It is now Jovalson's turn.
Jovalson moves next to Karl and gives a Bit of Luck(sp) to Karl.
Nante is initially drawn to Krissina's side, but then remembers that there is a stage in the middle of the fray. "Higher ground," he mutters, and sprints to the stage , hoisting himself atop it .
Sarvin moves to follow the shoanti to the stage... As he does this her hurriedly loads his crossbow...
The rest of the goblins giggle with glee as they see more of you approaching them. Mad with excitement, they raise their torches and rush towards the closest target.
Goblin W5 to V6.
Goblin W4 to W6.
Goblin Y6 to W7.
Goblin Y5 to U6.
Goblin Z5 to W8. (Flanking with U6)
The above five have surrounded Varian! They raise their torches in mad glee and stab them towards the fighter.
@Varian: Yes, you are still enlarged, but only one goblin (W8) manages to hit you. The torch that makes contact with your flesh burns at the touch, but you can tell that it is relatively minor damage.
Goblin Y4 to T5. He does not attack.
We are now at the top of the initiative. It is now Karl's turn.
It was hard to miss the flaming stick stabbing into the small giant that was Varian "I wouldn't worry, he's a big lad he can take care of himself" He said to Jovalson, as a wolfish grin came over his semi bearded face. Without another word Karl unsheathed his battle axe, moved ahead in a very composed and almost cautious manner; his shield forward and his weapon near it ready to deflect any frontal blows...then without warning Karl let out a wild vertical swing that showed how much of a lie his over-defensive approach was.
@Karl: Your attack bisects the goblin down the middle. Without uttering a cry, the bloody halves fall to the ground, twitching in their death throes as they stain the ground red with blood.
It is now Varian's turn.
He then attacks with blade and shield in a flurry of bashes and arcing overhanded cuts and slashes.
His shield seems to be slowing due to the awkwardness of his new size.
@Varian:
You manage to retaliate as the torch burns your skin, lashing out your sword in a strike that sunders the goblin down the middle. Goblin W8 is dead.
It's fellows have little time to realize what has happened before your sword strikes another one, sending it down into the dirt to bleed its life out into the ground. Goblin W6 is dead.
The warchanter's eyes bulge and her chanting becomes even more guttral. She looses another arrow from her bow towards the enlarged fighter.
The arrow misses.
It is now Jovalson's turn.
Jovalson's anger rises, tired of these beasts, and he moves in for combat. Jovalson swings his heavy mace as hard as he can at the goblin .
Goblin W7 is dead.
Goblin T6 moves to T7 and attacks Karl, slashing his dogslicer in an attempt to hamstring the longshank.
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Karl is hit!
Goblin V6 attacks Varian.
The goblin missed!
It is now Nante's turn.
Standing on top of the stage , Nante nocks another arrow, aims it at the Goblin Warchanter , and lets it fly.
EDIT: Oh well, at least it hit.
Sarvin veers away from the stage and towards the man he had enlarged(), he points at the other man near him () and lets forth a sickly, golden pulse from his hand which flow into the man's muscles and make the veins in his arms appear a hue of gold...
@Nante: The goblin warchanter shrieks as the arrow hits her.
@Sarvin:
We are now back at the top of the initiative. It is now Karl's turn.
Clenching his teeth as the cold metal bit into his leg, Karl raised his shield just in time to block the continuation of that assault, causing a few sparks to be born as his shield forced the crude weapon that fell upon it to bounce back, and in turn pushed the goblin back a few steps. The former Sable Company hopeful saw this opportunity, and literally pounced on it, by jumping forward, stretching his arm back and landing with a fierce vertical slash that kicked up a wave of dust, which was soon followed by another emission of dust as Karl continued his attack with a rising diagonal swipe.
Goblin T6 clenches its intestines in a futile attempt to keep them from spilling out as it crumples to the floor and expires. This goblin is dead.
It is now Varian's turn.
as varion notices the the goblin that seemed to be leading the others, and with most of the others dead he moves to cut the head off the snake.
He runs right past the goblin in front of him attempting to get around any of his swings.
Since it appears Varian has the Krissina rushes the last of the Goblin minions.
@Varian: Hmm...the last of the rank-and-file goblins gets a swipe at you as you move past him.
...he misses.
But the warchanter goblin gets to fire a shot at you as you move into her territory. She lines the arrow with your big body and releases the drawstring.
The shot manages to graze you, but you are unfazed as your father's sword cleaves into the goblin and sunders her down the middle, where she falls to the ground in a pool of her own blood and gore.
@Krissina: The last goblin only has time to scream as he manages to avoid being brained by your morningstar.
Seeing that his leader is dead, he attempts to flee the area, dropping his dogslicer and fleeing from V6 to Q5. While it retreats, Krissina is able to add another attack.
Krissina takes a swing at the remaining goblin as it flees.
You smack it on the head with your morningstar, but aside from stumbling and bleeding profusely from the temple, the goblin continues to flee. It looks like its about to faint, though...
It is now Nante's turn.
Jovalson chases after the running goblin with blood dripping from his mace. "Face me coward!"
Nante fires an arrow at the rapidly retreating goblin, shouting "You infernal vermin ruined my holiday!"
@Jovalson: I am tripping this afternoon, I'm sorry. I knew I shouldn't have had that coke...
Yeah. The goblin falls down in a crumpled heap. He is dead.
Congratulations! You have won another battle against the goblins!
+250 EXP to the party.
Nante puts his bow away and lets out a breath he he isn't aware he's been holding. "Well," he says, "That was troubling."
A thought occurs to him, and he vocalizes it. "I know the Chelaxian and Krissina, but who are the rest of you people? It seems we work well together." He dismounts the stage.
"Hail! I am Jovalson, a wandering cleric of Desna. Although at times I swear I'm just a chesspiece on a board for her." Jovalson walks up to Nante and shakes his hand.
"Well met, Jovalson. I too worship mighty Desna, and I too have heard her laughter."
I am Sarvin, Thassilion scholar and practitioner of the ancient magics of the old empire...
"Karl" Said the mercenary, as he appeared to be messing with the body of one of the goblins "But Chelaxian will do, like I said before we were interrupted" A splatter of blood and the sound of steel unhinging itself from flesh filled the air "I've been called worse" Karl turned around to face his companions from the previous battle; a neutral expression on his face and his right hand holding a blood soaked dart he had previously given to the corpse as gift...while it was among the living anyway.
Following his crude introduction, Karl stepped towards a fallen cloth that was most likely placed on one of the now abandoned tables or stands and began rubbing the blood out of the weapons he used "My father always said Karl treat the tools of your trade right and they probably won't fail ya" Quoted the tall man as he went about cleaning the two axes he had used in his 'dealings' with the now dead goblins.
Varian, Varian Seldlon, at your service. I have to admit, that was the most fun I had all day! Good work all, Let us see if we can find the Sheriff, there may yet be goblin afoot. By the way, what was that god awful song? Also, does anyone know why I am so big at this time?
Varian makes his way back to the group, Looking around recognizing Jovy, and the teifling he had seen earlier.