The Rise of the Runelords

Game Master DEWN MOU'TAIN

Sazzat's shortsword is deflected by the kommando's weapon.

shortsword: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 = 13 (flank, sneak)

damage: 1d6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 1 + (6) = 12

Yeda is clearly getting sloppy in her frustration.

greatsword attack, furious focus, flank: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 2 = 9
greatsword slashing damage, furious focus: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (6, 2) + 9 = 17

oy, need a new d20...

Damn, tough luck

With a yelp the elf collapsed after the goblin cut him. The Elk with a terrified bray attempted to gore the goblin whom stabbed the elf.

Gore attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

-6/10

stabalize: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Waiting on Greg

Grigore hits another one of the goblins with his evil eye.

Will: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

This one will only have the -2 ac for one round.

The elk takes down the remaining normal gobo so only the commando is left to attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 241d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 Yeda
Heroes block

Sazzat has pretty much given up hope of being anything other than a distraction at this point ...

shortsword: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9 (flank, sneak)

damage: 1d6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 1 + (2) = 5

Yeda looks incredulously at the blood running out of her wound before turning her attention back to the commando with fury in her eyes.

greatsword attack, furious focus, flank: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 2 = 17
greatsword slashing damage, furious focus: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (5, 3) + 9 = 17

stabalize: 1d20 ⇒ 4
gore attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
confirm: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
additional crit damage is applicible: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Lowering his head and bellowing in elkish anger The elk slammed its horns into the goblin commando... while his elven compatriot lay unconcious on the ground bleeding.

Grigore sees the elf bleeding out and moves to help. "Sorry I can't do more..."

Casting stabilize.

With the combined might of Yeda and dewdrop the last goblin goes down u have a healing potion from the goblin Bard

Yeda recognizes the potion on the bard.

"These runts just wouldn't die. I could use this..."

Drinks potion
Cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Tamm steps up and searches the downed goblin commando for valuables.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

He evaluates anything interesting to determine its value.

appraise: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

He has a Cure moderate rune wounds , a masterwork horsechopper
You are approached by Black female human who is wiping blood off her blade "You did a good job out there, very impressive. Can I ask for your names"

Hello, I'm Yeda Wolfspirit. I've arrived recently from the Calphiak Mountains. How about you? Are you from around here or distant lands?

"Sazzat Tamm is my name. I was glad to have been of service to your town."

"Where I'm from is neither here nor there (rimshot). I don't suppose any of you would be interested in free rooms for a week in the Rusty dragon on me? I'm the owner, Ameiko Kauitsu at your service and she extends her hand towards you to shake

"Sure, we'll take free rooms. Have the goblins been driven out of all parts of town? Do we have work yet to do?"

She scans the immediate section of town for lingering trouble...

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Tamm shakes the lady's hand and answers

"We're much obliged for the rooms. We should see if anyone else needs our help before we call it a day though."

The Elk said nothing to the offer instead moving torwards the fallen elf and stading warily as a guardian.

"That elf over there looks like he could use some help. Does anyone have any healing?"

Ameiko runs over and casts cure light wounds: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 on Corrin "my recommendation if u want to help is to go to the Rusty dragon, and ask bethana for some care packages to distribute. Then find people who need them"

"th...thanks?"

The elf muttered as he slowly started to sit up until the nuzzling face of the elf pushed him back down.

"Don't worry Dewdrop that nice lady fixed me up."

Managing to get back to his feet he hurried over to his spear and hefted it again.

"Is the attack over?" I ... I went down im sorry too recklass i guess."

I am still here. For some reason it never said there were new messages so I thought we had stalled out or something. Just saw the private message. Also, the discussion thread is being all wonky so I'm putting this here.

"I'm Grigore Miklos, and this is Zandu," he hurriedly introduces his owl as well before he can complain. "I think handing out care packages sounds like a good idea. I don't know how much more fighting I can handle."

"Fair enough, let's see how we can be of assistance."

Yeda re-sheaths her large greatsword over her back and starts off toward the Rusty Dragon, assuming the others will follow.

"Pleased to meet all of you." Tamm says.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I could use a drink."

He follows along to the inn.

Ok
You guys enter the tavern, and you see an elderly female halfling who looks up and greets you "Oh hello there, I'm afraid we're closed at the moment, a bit busy prepping care packages, we'll be open probably close to the end of the day, and I would love to serve you then"

"Maam, we're here to help." Tamm tells the halfling lady.

"Tell us what needs doing and point us in the right direction."

"Oh wonderful, Ameiko sent you? It matters not. Grab the care packages and distribute them amongst those who lost loved ones to the goblins"[/b]
And she's able to supply you with care packages, and as you pass them out to people, as you do roll perception

Yeda gets an odd feeling distributing care packages amongst the townsfolk. She likes doing good for those who can't defend themselves, but such tasks were usually relegated to those who couldn't swing large blades in her tribe. Typically children. All the same, a hint of satisfaction began to sneak into her mood. She didn't let it show.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Grigore is in a melancholy mood, there are too many care packages needed.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

"Here you go. Plenty for all...."

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

perception Corrin: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Dewdrop: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

It was an honorable thing they were doing with the Care packages, his regard for the folk of this town had certainly went up. But it seemed indeed there were too many packages to hand out. He wasnt much of an entertainer, but he certainly tried to offer a smile to most.

As you pass out the packages you notice a goblin with a dagger sneaking into a house

"Hey there! There's more of the runts lose in the village!" Tamm calls out as he draws his weapon.

He pointed out the pest as Dewdrop and he rushed after it.

Now this is what I'm used to.

Yeda hands her remaining care packages to a random, nearby civilian to hand out. Here, make sure these get around to those who need them. If I find out you've kept them all to yourself I'll thump you when I get back!

She turns and approaches the house drawing her greatsword...

Sazzat Tamm's eye's widen as he sees the size of the sword the Shoanti pulls out to deal with the added goblin threat.

"After you..." he says to the woman and let's her pass.

"That sword's as big as two goblins." he says to no one in particular.

Ok you run to the house and open the door, and you see the goblin brandishing his dad
Dagger at a dad, a mom, a male child, and a female baby, And hear a dog barking upstairs.

Tamm brandishes his weapon and cries out in the goblin language:

Roll intimidation

Put that thing down, little goblin, and you might just live to be handed over to the sheriff. You won't make it out of here otherwise.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 ahahaha

"Grrr....."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Grigore doesn't speak goblin. He hopes his meaning comes across if the goblin doesn't understand common. "Do as she says," his golden eyes flash as he speaks.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

The thinking Goblin looks at Grigore and nods, setting the dagger down and walking over to Grigore

His eyes widened when he realized the others intended on parleying with the goblin. The things were fecund little runts best put to death. he wasnt going to intercede and change their wishes though regardless of how it turned out. He did shift his grip on a spear though, incase he had to use it to skewer the vile thing. Dewdrop stamped his hoof and snorted irritibly.

"Uh," Grigore seems flustered that the goblin walked over to him.

In an attempt to keep the goblin from listening in he speaks to Yeda in her native language.

Yeda keeps her greatsword trained on the goblin as he walks over to Grig in resign. She then feels a shudder of surprise when Grig begins to speak the native language of her tribe, but quickly recovers when she realizes why he is doing so. She's still getting used to these lands, where folk are well learned in a variety of ways, including her own.

Tamm is surprised that this gambit worked on the goblin, but happy that it is keeping it away from the family.

He tells the goblin in it's own language.

To the other adventurers and the family in common:"I'm telling it to give up and we will let it live. We will tie it up and get it out of here."