GM Haladir's Rise of the Runelords (Inactive)

Game Master Haladir

With a screech that echoes through the trees, a large eagle with brilliant gold and white feathers appears in answer to Cerin's summons. He points to the goblin singing on the rock and the mighty bird of prey swoops down to tear at the goblin's face with its razor-sharp beak.

Cerin continues his charge towards the coach as he draws his scimitar. Sparks shoot from his eyes in anger as he plans to make these little monsters pay for their misdeeds.

Bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Cerin: Your summoned creature appears at the start of your action, and does not take an action on your part. I'm not exactly sure where you started, but you can double-move and attack by using the Charge maneuver.

Seeing the goblin approach him, Kyrian sighs. "You've gotta be kiddin me..." he says as he drops his bow and draws his blade against the creature.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Confirm: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Crit: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 = 4

Really? The critical does less than the non critical? Talk about a waste of a crit...

Kyrian: Next time, just roll normal damage for the critical threat confirmation, and I'll add them if it confirms. In this particular case, I can safely assume that you rolled a '1' on the critical hit damage, for 3 points; total damage = 10.

Works for me lol

Cerin moved last turn, then started his full-round action to summon so he had to use a standard action this turn to finish the summoning.

Helena breaks off the arrow in her shoulder with a wince, feeling blood running down her back. Ignoring the pain, she steps up to Gwyn, just in time to feel the heat as the elf's spell sets the very air around her ablaze. "I'll do something about your pain soon," she calls over the roaring flames. "Do you see any more of them?" She rests a hand on her own chest, feeling a cool breeze pick up around her for a brief moment, a shimmering glow springing up around her pale form.

Casting protection from evil on myself, getting +2 to AC vs. these goblins (assuming they actually are evil).
Hoping Gwyn can point me at the bad guys :P

AAAARRRRGGGGHHH!!!! I went to edit this post to put a strikethrough tag on Halvor's actions, and the board ate the whole post! This was just after the board ate my post about what the goblins were going to do in Round 4! This was a total waste of an hour!

I will need to reset the map for the end of Round 3 and we'll need to do a full do-over.

This is SO FRUSTRATING!!!

If I could double-move towards the singer instead, if they are on ground level, that would be great.

Map is re-set for the middle of Round 3. I'll have to re-do the Round 3 summary and the goblin's actions for Round 4 later tonight. Sorry!

Quick recap of some notes about the battle that got eaten... The goblin archers are about ten feet up in the trees. The fallen log counts as difficult terrain. The goblin warchanter is standing on a boulder that's about four feet tall.

Okay... let's try this again...

Initiative order: Goblins, Kyrian, Halvor, Helena, Shalelu, Gwyn, Cerin

Round 3 summary

The goblin rider who suddenly finds himself face-to-face with a heavily-armed longshanks struggles to control his mount, and fails to block Kyrian's strike. Kyrian sticks the goblin in the gut with his sword. The goblin clutches his wound with one hand, but raises his blade with the other.

Halvor rushes over to the singing goblin that's standing on the boulder, but can't quite get a strike in.

Unable to see her enemies, Helena calls to the spirits of life for aid, and they answer her call with a protective aura.

Shalelu draws her bow and fires, but trips over the body of a fallen goblin, and the shot is wild. "Sakra!" she mutters.

Gwyn casts a spell and jets of flame explode from her outstretched hands, immolating the goblin in the tree... and the tree itself! Several of the branches burst into flame around the goblin archer. At the same time, the other goblin archers are impressed with the pyrotechnics. One claps, and the other says, "Oooohh!"

Cerin completes his prayer to Gozreh, and the Wind and the Waves answers his call. An eagle swoops from the sky, seemingly from nowhere, and attacks the singing goblin. However, the goblin easly ducks out of the way.

New round; goblins are up.

Round 4

Initiative order: Goblins, Kyrian, Halvor, Helena, Shalelu, Gwyn, Cerin

As the fight progresses, the remaining Heroes of Sandpoint become aware that a pair of combatants are also fighting the goblins on the other side of the halted coach. The sound of a woman's beautiful voice with an ever-so-slight Elvish accent sings a parody of a goblin song that's rather funny, but it doesn't seem to phase the goblins. Likewise, the duo from Magnimar now realizes that another group of combatants is fighting the goblins from the other side.

The goblin singer doubles-down on his song:

"Fiery potion goblin throws!
Much more fun than shooting bows!
Longshanks burn in goblin fire!
Then they die and sink in mire!"

The goblin then pulls out what looks like a dried gourd from a pouch, and throws it at Halvor. The warrior raises his shield to block the thrown object, and the gourd smashes open, exploding in fire. Halvor is engulfed in a splash of burning, sticky goo that smells of pine pitch, alcohol, and dung. Halvor: Take 2 hp fire damage

The rider fighting Kyrian regains control of his mount and slashes Kyrian viciously across his left arm. Blood gushes from the wound. The rider also coaxes its disgusting rat-like dog to snap at Kyrian with its rodent-like teeth, but Kyrian dodges. Take 6 hp damage.

Goblin archers fire at Helena and Halvor, but the shots are wild and don't come close.

The archer in the burning tree drops to the ground, seemingly landing very hard. He then rolls to Gwyn' right into some heavy underbrush, and seemingly disappears!

The mountless rider rolls on the ground and pats at the flames to extinguish her burning clothes.

Your turn!

Halvor grits his teeth, growling out, "You're gonna regret that, a@%!%%@."

Longsword, PA: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 8 - 1 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 2 = 9

Gwyn gives Helena a pained smile.
"Don't worry 'bout me, I'll live," she says as she makes her way around the carriage.

Fluff meanwhile lands on Helena's shoulder.

"Gwyn's overdoing it again, isn't she," the thrush says with a sigh and waves a wing towards the burning.

"Anyway, there's another group coming from the east. They've killed some of the goblins. There's that one goblin that Gwyn lit on fire to the southwest about a hundred feet away. Another archer goblin sits in a tree to the south of the carriage over there, and there's a goblin screeching or something over on a rock to the southeast of the carriage, and..."

*FWOOSH*

Flame Jet (DC 14 for half and to avoid being set on fire.): 1d6 ⇒ 6

"And Gwyn's busy burning the forest down," Fluff finishes with a tone of resignation, "Flame-happy elf! She's burning all the fruit and grubs," she cries.

Meanwhile, Gwyn continues to sing her song as she looses another gout of flame.

Oh you funny guys!
You'll have pickles rain from the sky,
Before you make things that dire,
'Cuz you'll be the ones on fire!

Move: Get within range of the goblin archer to the east.
Standard: Flame Jet the goblin! (Original roll was 1 if you need that.)
Free: Initiate rap battle with the goblin singer.

The majestic eagle slashes at the goblin singer's oversized head with its talons before latching on and trying to peck out an eye. With a final screech, it then vanishes in a puff of vapor and a peal of thunder.

Cerin runs around the log and looks for a target. The elven woman seems to have the goblins on the run, but she is a bit too... enthusiastic. He calls out "Careful! We don't want to burn down the whole forest, do we?"

Spying a goblin archer in a tree near him, he points his sword and calls down the storm to drench and deafen him.

I believe the eagle would get an AoO for the goblin's ranged attack on Halvor? If not, ignore this:
Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Regular attacks:
Slash! 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Slash! 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Peck! 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Cerin's stormburst: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 nonlethal, plus -2 to attacks for 1 turn

"She can start them, but putting them out is a little harder for her," calls a crystal clear voice from somewhere behind the carriage, "Can you make it rain over there?"

By the way, this is Fluff talking.

Kyrian cries out as the slash on his arm burns and stings, while making his displeasure known. "Sonova... That friggin hurt you little bastard!!!"

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Seriously? Now I can hit, but for nothing? These dice are trollin me I swear...

Helena starts when Fluff alights on her shoulder, turning her head to face the small bird and taking in her directions. "At least we have help if there's that many of them. How high up are the ones in the trees?" As she talks, she heads towards the goblin south of the carriage, hoping she's going the right direction. As she walks, motes of green light draw from the ground, joining the shimmering shield around her.

As I have a reach weapon, would it be possible for me to reach the goblins in the trees?
Also, I'm posting from my tablet and can't edit the map. If someone could move me 40 feet closer to the goblin, that would be great.

"About eight to ten feet, I think," Fluff answers.

Cerin: You're right about the AOO-- I'd forgotten that he was in melee.

Round 4 summary

Initiative order: Goblins, Kyrian, Irobnbriar, Halvor, Helena, Shalelu, Gwyn, Cerin

As the goblin song-leader throws the gourd full of goblin-made alchemist's fire, Cerin's summoned eagle dive-bombs him. However, the nimble warchanter dodges the attack.

Continuing to fight the goblin rider, Kyrian parries a series of blows, then grazes him on the riposte.

The door to the coach opens, and a dark-haired elven man in official-looking robes leans out, points a hand crossbow at the goblin archer in the tree, and pulls the trigger. A small bolt hits the goblin, and it yowls in pain. "I hate goblins," says the man in a bored tone.

Halvor presses the advantage while the goblin singer is off-balance from the eagle's attack, and lunges, stabbing the singer squarely in the gut. It cries in pain and mutters something in goblin that sure doesn't sound like a compliment, but it manages to keep singing as blood begins to flow from the wound.

With guidance from Fluff, Helena closes to the nearby goblin archer, and thrusts her longspear at the tree-bound menace, jabbing it in the left leg.

Crouching to take cover from the archer on the south side of the road, Shalelu returns fire, hitting it in the chest. "Oof!"

Trying hard to suppress a giggle, Gwyn summons more elemental energies and lets loose another gout of fire at the goblin archer that had just been hit by the elf's quarrel. The goblin is engulfed with flame and its clothes catch fire... as do several branches of the tree.

Cerin's summoned eagle swoops down on the now-struggling singer. It slashes the goblin in the face with its talons, and then tears at its throat with its beak. Bleeding profusely from several wounds, the singer goes silent, collapses, and rolls off the boulder into the weeds below.

Cerin then calls upon Gozreh's might and summons a tiny stormcloud to buffet the burning goblin. Howver, the goblin is now flailing about so erratically, that he is tough to pin down.

Round 5: Monsters

Seemingly ignored by these longshanks, the thrown goblin rider has put out the flames on her burning cloak, and draws her bow, firing on the wicked elf that had set her on fire. The arrow grazes the elven woman's shoulder. Gwyn: take 1 hp

The goblin rider fighting Kyrian pulls a fancy riding trick, causing his mount to rear and kick, then fake backwards. Unprepared, Kyrian can't take advantage of positioning as the rider bolts toward the commotion, then wheels, raising his dogslicer menacingly. Successful Ride check prevented an AOO when he moved out.

The burning archer suddenly jumps out of the tree, lands into a roll and evades Helena's attempt to skewer him. Avoids damage from the fall and then evades an AOO with two successful Acrobatics checks

The other archer that had jumped out of the tree makes herself known as she leaps from the underbrush, stabbing an unaware Gwyn in the back! The pain and loss of blood causes her to black out and collapse! Successful Sneak Attack: Gwyn, take 7 hp. You're currently at (-3) hp and dying.

The flaming goo coating Halvor burns itself out. Halvor, take 2 hp fire damage.

Your turn!

Gwyn barely has time to hiss in pain from the arrow slicing her shoulder open before white-hot pain erupts from her side. She takes a step back, and sees a goblin with a bloody dogslicer and a wicked grin looking up at her. Her vision blurs as her knees buckle, she tries to concentrate, to cast one last spell, but the blood now filling one of her lungs causes her to cough. She clutches at the wound in her side before everything goes dark and she collapses to the ground.

Stabilize: 1d20 - 1 - 3 ⇒ (16) - 1 - 3 = 12

Hearing Gwyn cry out in pain, Fluff turns around and lets out a shrill trilling cry.

"GWYN! No! You can't die! Not here!"

Luckily, I made the stabilization roll.

Halvor winces as the fire singes a bit of his skin and hair, giving a thumbs up to Cerin as the eagle finishes dispatching the singer. He turns and sees the woman go down under the cruel goblin blade, realizing that the other woman is now hard-pressed. Huffing and puffing, he starts pounding over towards that area.

Double Move

As his new little winged friend cries out, Cerin's head snaps around to see the vicious goblin standing over the woman who was starting the fires. He races around the coach to brandish his sword at the goblin, hoping he is not too late...

Sorry I couldn't adjust the map last turn, but Cerin would have had to move around the log and closer to the tree to target the goblin. With a double move, he should be able to make it to the goblin this turn.

Watching the goblin pull it's maneuver, Kyrian curses at it. "For the love of the abyss, you ain't gettin away that easy!" as he bolts after the creature to attack it.

Charge Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 2 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

SUNOVA!!!!!!!!

"Gwyn!" Helena cries in fear and alarm, turning jus in time to see her friend collapse. Trying to keep her rising panic in check, she steps over to her, kneeling and trying to provide comfort to Fluff. "It's okay, she's going to be alright," she mutters frantically, shifting her spear to one hand and placing the other on Gwyn's chest.

"Biotáille den saol, cabhrú liom. Come on, Gwyn!" she whispers desperately.

Cure light wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Five-foot step to get next to Gwyn, standard action to cast cure light wounds.
Posting from my tablet, can't edit the map :-(

Round 5: Summary

Initiative order: Goblins, Kyrian, Irobnbriar, Halvor, Helena, Shalelu, Gwyn, Cerin

Kyrian charges at the mounted goblin rider, but stumbles on a root as he gets close, putting him off-balance. The goblin smiles a toothy grin as he easily parries the blade.

The well-dressed elf in the coach reloads his hand crossbow and fires at the goblin that had just stabbed Gwyn in the back. The bolt flies true, hitting the little creep in the shoulder.

Halvor scrambles over the fallen log that's slippery with moss, rushing over to the fallen woman's side.

Seeing her friend go down, the silver-haired woman shouts in alarm and rushes to her side. She calls to the spirits of life, and faint rays of yellow energy emanate from the plants and earth around the fallen woman. The elf's wonds stop bleeding and begin to heal, and her eyes snap open.

Shalelu fires another arrow at the remaining goblin archer that's still in the tree, but the shot is deflected by a tree branch.

Cerin also scrambles over the tree and moves to close in with the goblin.

Round 6

While Cerin focuses on the goblin that had dropped the elf woman, the thrown rider takes advantage of his distraction, and shoots him with an arrow. Cerin: Take 5 hp piercing damage.

The other rider presses his attack against Kyrian while the young man is slightly off-balance from his charge. Kyrian parries a thrust, but the goblin wheels and slashes the half-elf across the chest. At that, its ratlike mount snarls and snaps at Kyrian's arm, catching it in its rodent-like teeth. It shakes its head, ripping a terrible gash. Blood pours from both wounds, and Kyrian blacks out, collapsing to the ground. Kyrian, take 5 hp from the dogslicer and another 7 from the bite. You're at -3 hp, unconscious, and dying. I've marked your token with a yellow cross. The goblin shouts in triumph and raises its dogslicer over its head. In a singsong, taunting voice, it cries in Taldane, "I killed a longshanks! I killed a longshanks!" The other goblins cheer.

The goblin that Gyn lit on fire earlier had run behind a boulder. From behind that boulder, you hear a goblin scream of pain and see an increasing amount of smoke.

The goblin fighting Cerin cuts him across the arm with his dogslicer. Cerin: take 3 hp slashing damage

The remaining archer exchanges fire with Shalelu, but the arrow hits the fallen log.

Casting Burning Hands Defensively DC 17: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Gwyn bites off a scream as she comes back to. Searing pain lances up her side as she tries to focus on the words to a burning spell.

Then to her dismay, the gathering flames fizzle.

"Well, this sucks," she says through gritted teeth.

Fluff flits down and lands on the elf's forehead.

"Be more careful, dummy!"

"Thank the heavens you're alright!" Helena sighs in relief. "Well, alive, at least. Try not to move too much; I'll help more once we're free of these monsters!" She stabs over the top of her prone friend at the goblin, hoping to end this quickly.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Upon hearing the grunt of pain, then the goblin's cry of victory, Cerin's head snaps around. "Halvor, help Kyrian! I've got this one!" This, unfortunately, allows his foe to get in a blow past his defenses.

As the young woman feints at the goblin who attacked her friend, Cerin moves in to take advantage of the distraction. He stabs at the monster and gives him a savage grin.

"Goblins be dog food!" he taunts in the goblins' native tongue.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Trusting Shalelu to take care of the goblin that had dropped Kyrian, Halvor continued rushing forward, trying to free up the three more squishy spellcasters nearby. He drops his shield and sword, realizing he will need the reach of the ranseur he wielded to make it on time. He thrusts it forward at the goblin.

MW Ranseur: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 6 = 10

[ooc]Drop longsword and shield as free action, draw ranseur as part of move action, stabby stab[ooc]

Again, apologies for the posting lag. I've started this post several times over the past week, and keep getting interrupted before I can finish it.

Round 6 Summary

Initiative order: Goblins, Kyrian, Irobnbriar, Halvor, Helena, Shalelu, Gwyn, Cerin

The man in the coach fires at the goblin, hiting him in the chest. At the same moment, Halvor jabs the goblin in guts with his ranseur, spilling its entrails. It's still nimble enough to dodge Helena's spear, and it manages a chuckle at Gwyn's botched attempt at more fire magic while on the ground. As the goblin fumbles to hold in its intestines, Cerin slashes it across the back with his scimitar, and it falls.

Meanwhile, Shalelu turns to see Kyrian fall, and lets off an arrow at the rider, which goes wild. Keeping her bow in her left hand, she moves to defend her fallen ally, drawing her shortsword.

Halvor, seeing that Shalelu has come to Kyrian's aid, lumbers towards the last remaining archer, his face grim. He brandishes his ranseur as he runs, hoping the display of force and the goblin's fallen kin will make it flee instead of remaining to fight.

Double Move

Round 7

The goblin rider rears his ratlike mount and retreats from Shalelu. She attempts to stab the rider as he backs away, but is stymied by his trick riding. The rider then rides into the woods, then wheels and faces the elven ranger again.

The other goblin that had been in the tree shooting at Shalelu is... um... Hey! Where did he go?!

You also all notice that the three fires the elven mage had inadvertently set seem to be spreading in the dry autumn vegetation.

Your turn!

Halvor, seeing that Shalelu has come to Kyrian's aid, lumbers towards the last remaining archer, his face grim. He brandishes his ranseur as he runs, hoping the display of force and the goblin's fallen kin will make it flee instead of remaining to fight.

Double Move

I think you posted while I was typing the goblins' actions. You have lost sight of the goblin, but you can certainly stand there if you want in case he shows up again. Feel free to post a different action.

I think I will wait and see if Cerin and Helena make mention of him, if you don't mind.

Cerin turns around, searching for the last foe. "Halvor! He's hiding over there, in the Bush!" he calls out, pointing once he spots him.

With a quick smile he says apologetically, "If you would excuse me, m'ladys, I should take care of this before it gets too out of control." before turning back to the large tree and summoning a small rainstorm to try to put out the biggest fire.

I don't know if this would work, using his Stormburst to put out the fires? I guess I will just make an attack roll to see how well he targets the tree, if you need it.

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

At Cerin's words, Halvor rumbles in the direction indicated by the druid.

Just move me as close as I can get, if you don't mind.

Gwyn is clumsy getting up once the goblin is dispatched. She favors her right side and her legs are visibly shaking.

"Gwyn shouldn't you be staying still," Fluff asks as she lands on the elf's shoulder.

"What? And miss all the fun," Gwyn replies back with a smile that's more of a grimace.

"Okay, that isn't following anyone" she admits before turning to her friend, grimacing in pain, "Helena, can you knock me out or make it hurt less? I feel like I'm gonna puke it hurts so much," Gwyn gets out through gritted teeth. From the looks of it, a stiff breeze could probably knock her out.

Meanwhile, her hand goes to her dagger. It would a long throw, but she might be able to hit a goblin. Might.

Move to get up and a move to grab a dagger.

"Just a little while more, friend. Try to hold on for me." Seeing the gnome next to her attempting to quench the flicking flames, she follows suit, reasoning that there'll be no sense in everyone burning to death.

Using create water to make a downpour over the fire near me. It will create four gallons, but as an Australian, I have no idea what that looks like.

About 15 liters, if that presents a better picture for you.

Fighting fires: If you don't have magic, you can attempt to beat out flames with a cloak. Full-round action, CMB vs. CMD 15. Success means you put out a 5-foot section. Miss by 5 or less means you prevent that section from spreading. You can substitute a Know (nature) for your CMB. Create water automatically puts out one 5-foot section of flames. Other magic may work as well.

Forgot about one of the goblins! This happened just before your actions...

The remaining goblin rider who'd been thrown from her mount draws her bow and points it at Cerin, but suddenly seems to notice that she can't see any other goblins that aren't lying on the ground bleeding.

"Grub-blub! Na-na grubble jib-jub!"

[spoiler=Goblin]"Stupid longshanks! Eat you later!"[/i]

The goblin then turns and runs into the woods, making remarkably little noise!

Round 7 Summary

Halvor rushes over to the tree in which the last goblin archer was firing from, but as he closes, he realizes that the little freak is gone. He holds his position, threatening with his ranseur.

From inside the carriage, you all hear the click of a hand crossbow being cocked. In a dry, haughty voice, the well-dressed elf remarks, "You might want to do something about those fires."

Seemingly taking the elf's advice, Cerin and Helena use magic to douse the flames, quenching some of them. Gwyn gets to her feet.

Shalelu fires more arrows at the remaining goblin rider, hitting him twice mid-shout. With an expression of honest surprise, he looks down at the two arrows protruding from his chest, and tries to say something. Blood pours from his mouth, and he falls from the saddle. His mount then bounds into the woods.

Shalelu then kneels beside the unconscious Kyrian.

Round 8

You hear the sounds of the fleeing goblin dog crash through the underbrush, heading away from you.

While fighting the fire, Cerin notices the signs of a goblin-sized creature moving south through the underbrush. It shows no sign of returning.

Shalelu casts a spell. Her right hand glows with pleasing blue-white energy, and she touches her fallen friend's chest. The energy pulses into him, and he suddenly coughs. His eyes snap open, and he quickly sits up.

Cure light wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Combat over

Deciding that fighting the fire is more important than trying to catch a fleeing goblin that doesn't want to be found, you combine your efforts against the flames. About five minutes later, you have extinguished the blaze and stamped out the embers.

The elf in the coach gets out to examine the fallen coachmen. "If any of you know anything about healing, this man is still alive! The other one... not so much."

"Look, I said I was sorry! I was more worried about the goblins at the time," Gwyn says five minutes for the tenth time after the fight had ended. As it turns out, raising her voice isn't the wisest idea and the elf finds herself doubled over in pain.

"Gwyn, you need to think before you act. What if we hadn't been able to put out the fire? What then? Just because you are a wizard, a very smart wizard, doesn't mean you know everything," Fluff replies back, her feathers fluffed out in irritation.

Leaning against one of the carriage's wheels, Gwyn sighs, letting all of the bluster out. Fatigue from blood-loss causes her eyes to drop.

"You're right, and I'm sorry I yelled at you, Fluff. Now, how do you think we're getting to Sandpoint? I don't think I could ride any horse, much less Rex at this point."

The horse in question appears from around the bend, looking down his nose at the carnage imperiously. He nudges one of the goblin corpses with a hoof before nodding his head and snorting in satisfaction.

"Maybe Mr. High and Mighty will let you ride in his carriage," Fluff suggests.

"No if you keep calling him that he won't," Gwyn sighs.

After putting out the last of the flames, Cerin bustles over to the carriage and looks over both of the coachmen.

"Indeed, this poor fellow is beyond my power to aid. I should have the other well enough shortly, though." He states as he draws his wand and taps the unconscious man on the head.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Turning around, he sees Gwynethiel leaning against the coach and reaches out to tap her as well.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"I hope you will forgive my forwardness, but you look like you could use some aid. My name is Cerinnibert Daergel, a pleasure to meet you!"

After ensuring that no more enemies remain that wish to fight, Halvor makes his way back over to the group, gathering up the magical longsword he had dropped so he could engage with a longer reach. He keeps quiet, letting the much more personable Cerin do the talking while he scouts around, making sure no enemies approach.

Cerin glares at the wand and shakes it. "You never can trust these things. They just don't have the same... connection as a living channel to the divine!"

He makes a quick sign to Gozreh, then taps Gwynethiel and the coachman one more time with the wand.

Coachman: CLW 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Gwyn: CLW 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"Better! Now, is anyone else injured? How is Kyrian doing?" He calls out to Shalelu.