Rennyn listens at the near door before opening it.
Carefully approaching the door, Rennyn leans his elven ears to the door, listening for any noise. Slowing his breath, the sound of his own respiration fades and the sounds emanating from within the hut come into focus...a sniff, followed by a hard swallow. Someone is home.
Knowing it is futile to argue any further, Jeryn shrugs and takes up his staff. After seeing it is safe, he ascends the latter and takes position in the watchtower, ready to support his allies and assail his enemies from afar with his powerful spells.
Fenra is confident that Rennyn can ferret out anything that is within and stands on the opposite side of the door ready to brain anything that might try to escape the hut.
Rennyn motions to the others, pointing at his ear and then the door. He readies his sword but waits for Draeven to ascend the walkway and get into a better position.
Draeven nods in understanding. He shoulders his bow and climbs up to the walkway, joining Rennyn at the door. He draws his ax and nods again that he is ready.
Standing outside the door, Rennyn and Draeven prepare for what's inside.
Fenra runs around the building checking for other exits.
Checking the corners and ladder, neither hero sees anything alarming. Two more doors of similar shape and size lead east and west on the south side of the watch tower.
Throwing open the wooden door, sunlight spills into a long narrow room (45ft x 20ft). Draeven and Rennyn's quickly eyes taken in the room. Squatting amongst a few rudimentary domestic items are three goblins. The sound of the door startle them, Aaah! Bonezzezz! cries one. Not even looking to see who has just burst in on them, this one stands and runs to the far end of the hut, seeking to take cover under a rickety bed. The other two cover their heads. Stepping away from the door, they too avert their eyes.
Rennyn surges into the room...
...before slashing at the nearest goblin with his sword...
...cleaving it in half before it can even move.
Draeven bursts through the door with Rennyn and rushes the goblins...
Overwhelmed by the paladin's speed, the goblin before him did not know what hit it. As its blood splatters across the room, its companion attempts to get out of the way and cowers against the wall , making itself as small a target as possible while squealing, BONEZZEZZ!!
The third goblin doesn't hang around. Running from the door the minute it burst open, it too squeals, Tha Bonezzezz is backz! RUNNZ! HIDEZ!. Heading to the opposite side of the room, this one dives under one of the rickety old beds .
Fenra, not filled with the killing zeal of her companions, waits by the door as previously indicated. She will enter if called for help and prevent the egress of any goblins.
Fenra, while holding no love for evil creatures, has no desire to start slaughtering unarmed, frightened beings offering no direct threat. As her companions are morally fine with it/obligated too, she will let them get to it.
While the warriors get to work, and not being in any immediate danger herself, the fair oracle stays ready as she watches the remaining huts carefully. From her vantage, she can see two other huts directly south and one at the far end of the walkway. The doors remain closed, however the cries from the long hut have stirred the attention of other goblins in the surrounding huts. Although she has not seen them, she can hear them; moving about, muffled chatter, excitement building.
Fenra sees that the goblins inside, while armed, are likely no match for the two warriors. Hearing the susurration begin from the other huts she hefts her morningstar and continues to guard the exit.
...ready to support his allies and assail his enemies from afar with his powerful spells.
Draeven leaves the near goblin for Rennyn to handle as he charges the far end of the room and attacks the goblin there to prevent it from fleeing...
...hacking it clean in two.
Rennyn calmly walks over to the cowering goblin...
...and dispatches it with a well placed blow to the neck.
Draeven does not hesitate, moving quickly to the southern most door and yanks it open. He moves across the short walkway and boots open the next door.
Rennyn follows quickly.
The scene of carnage within the hut grows with each careful stroke of the warrior's weapons. Their victim's screams fill the chamber, echoing throughout the village. From across the walkway, Fenra sees a pair of eyes stare at her from a cracked door - the hut to the west is occupied. The chatter throughout the village intensifies. Goblin voices fill the air making it difficult to pin-point locations, Not bonezzezz! Fleshiezz! Bloodzz! Gettz'em! Heeheehee!
Kicking open the next door, Rennyn and Draeven enter the hut to the south east. Inside are three more goblins. Wearing handmade leathers and welding rusty blades, these ones do not turn away in panic from a foe they'd expected and feared. These ones are prepared. With a demented smile, one of the goblin's raises an odd looking torch and beckons to you like puppies. Here fleshiezz!
Skyrocket: When lit, this foot-long wooden tube begins to shake and emit a handful of white sparks, shedding light as a torch. One round later it takes flight, moving in a straight line with a f ly speed of 90 for 1d6 rounds before loudly exploding in an burst of light and sound, and dealing 2d6 points of fire damage in a 10-foot burst (DC 15 Ref lex save for half ). If a skyrocket impacts a solid surface or a creature before reaching its maximum range, it detonates prematurely at the point of impact. Anyone who takes damage from the explosion is either blinded or deafened (a 50% chance of either) for 1 round. A skyrocket costs 50 gp and weighs 1 pound.
Rennyn rushes through the goblins before they know what is happening...
...and cuts down the weird torch wielding goblin.
Hearing the commotion in the second hut, Jeryn repositions himself and evokes the tremendous powers of his craft to send death streaking toward a goblin.
Marvelling at the total synchronization of the two warriors' attacks, It's like they think with one mind!
Hearing no screams other than goblins Fenra calls out תודיע לי אם אתה צריך עזרה שם!
Fenra notices the goblin coming along the gangway and switching hands pulls a javelin out of her pack.
Taking the goblin up on its offer, the paladin rushes in. Reacting to the elf's movement, one of the goblin's readies his sword, but it is distracted by the elf's shiny blade. Rennyn's curved blade is nothing like the goblin's own dull, rusty dog slicer. Filled with holes, it was once its prized possession. Now the goblin watches with envy as the elven steal flashes past it only to disappear briefly into its comrades flesh, Hey! Whyzzitz blade still so shiny?
Blood soon splatters the wall and floor of the hut and the strange torch drops to the ground. Moved by the elf's display of obedience, the other goblin cheers, Whoah! Nupow commandzz it, annitcomzz!!
Shutz up! Make Sparklizz!
Oh, rightz! Dropping the rusty curved blade, the goblin picks up the torch. As it lights it, the other steps back, holding its own pitiful, rusty blade in a rather shaky offensive pose.
The noise in the village reaches its apex. The screams and shouts of goblins combine with numerous footfalls on the wooden network of planks. Thaiz at Nupow'z! Out tha way numbskull! With his back to the door, Draeven's keen ears detect more goblins running across the wooden planks towards the hut he and Rennyn currently occupy...
On the other side, the oracle's eyes watch as the goblin at the far end of the boardwalk steps out. Lookzzieezz! Thaiz bringzz us a female!
Lemmeseezz! Mmmm, breaztzmeatz! Two more goblins appear on the boardwalk. One carries a strange torch-like object . With a depraved smile it hisses, I callz dibbzz... and lights the torch.
Weee! sparklizz!
As the goblin drops its slicer and goes to pick up the dropped "torch", Rennyn admonishes it, Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not very smart, before his blade flashes out once again...
...and removes the pitiful creature's arms in a geyser of blood.
Take him from both sides! Draeven growls.
Draeven steps up and times his axe strike for when Rennyn moves into flank...
Being the last man standing is never an easy position to be in. Surrounded by the blood of its comrades and a hulking half orc barreling down on it, the remaining goblin's resolve begins to falter. Nevertheless, as the hulk steps in it unleashes a whirlwind. It is a well choreographed sequence, just like it had practiced a dozen times before. The rusty blade parries an attack to the left, it drops down to deflect its lower flank, it side steps, ducks then weaves. The goblin's confidence returns, Yezz! I'zz do'nnit! Stepping right, it gets ready to deliver the killing blow. In all the times it had executed this maneuver, every time, it had seen its victim fall. Sure, the others had laughed at it. They thought it dumb. Not! This! Time! Spinning it got ready for the up swing. Itz too tall. It never protectzz itzzelf here! The blade in its hand changes. It feels as light as a feather now. As though it had become apart of it; merged into one awesome fighting machine. The goblin smiles with excitement, Here it comezz! All or nothingz. One step in, arm comez down and lunge! Perfect.
Yezz! It can't believe it. Just as it had imagined it, there it is, the hilt of its blade pointed directly between the legs of its victim. Wait. Zomething wrongz. Why it not fallz?
Somewhere, during one of its last spins, the rusted blade of its dog slicer had decided it had had enough. Releasing itself from its hilt, the blade sailed through the air, impaling itself harmlessly into the wall. The now unarmed goblin stands in a vulnerable position before a wall of green muscle, with nothing more than a wooden hilt in its hand, Ahh FU-!! Unmoved by the goblin's dance, Draeven's axe blade censors the rest of its performance.
Seeing that none of the goblins are approaching but instead waiting for the one with the firework she smiles instead and thinks to herself, Perfect
If the goblins wonder at her smile when they appear they soon realize their peril. With a few authoritative words she points at the most heavily armed and armoured goblin.
Noticing he is a little bit exposed to the new group of goblins, Jeryn shields himself with a magical barrier.
Oblivious to the danger Fenra and Jeryn are in, Rennyn slides in behind the last goblin in the room just to see Draeven cleave it with his ax. Reversing course, he takes up a position beside Draeven and between the doors holding his sword aloft, ready to strike the first goblin that comes within reach of his blade.
Standing on the walkway and grinning excitedly, the three goblins watch Fenra make her approach. As the oracle's words ring out across the walkway, the first goblin licks its lips in anticipation while another begins to look confused. Lifting the sparkling torch, the creepier of the three aims for the oracle. Strangely, the goblin beside it raises a rusty blade. Youz can't call dibbzz, wantz juicy breaztzmeatz!! Swinging its blade, the goblin attacks its comrade thus interfering with its carefully aimed shot. Caught off guard, the creepy one protests,Whatz you doing?! As the two begin to tussle, the sparkles from the torch intensify and the torch crackles to life. Tearing out of the wooden tube, an explosive charge rapidly heads straight up towards the middle of the palisade.
Barely understanding what's wrong with its comrades, the third goblin takes a second to watch with delight as the torch soars into the air, Eewhh! Aaahh! Disappearing into the sky, this goblin giggles then starts to make its move. Thrilled to be the only one advancing on the female, its eyes linger hungrily at the mounds of fresh meat before it. Still giggling, it lazily swings its sword, but comes up short. With a bashful smile, it shrugs its shoulders and winks at the beautiful half-elf.
Back in the hut...
Readying himself for another wave of goblins, Rennyn raises his blood stained sword with intent. Outside, the footfalls stop. Waitz!
Why?
Dummy, whatz you think?! Through the cracks of the flimsy wooden door, the two warriors can see three goblins pause on the walkway.
Ok, goezz now! The footfalls resume and two of the goblins approach the door. The first to enter holds the door and lets the other pass through . Its rusty blade held high, the goblin makes for the first creature it sees, the wall of green muscle .
Draeven Initiative: 24
Group B Initiative: 23
Rennyn Initiative: 23
Jeryn Initiative: 16
Group C Initiative: 15
Fenra Initiative: 5
As the goblins enter the room, Rennyn's stroke falls onto the first one through the door...
... cutting it cleanly in two from brains to groin.
Jeryn sends a force bolt at the goblin with the rocket launcher.
Adding to the carnage, Rennyn cuts down yet another of the goblins. As this latest body falls to the floor, he sees his next victim standing in the doorway. Grinning maliciously from pointed ear to pointed ear, the creature holds the door with one hand and its dog slicer in the other. With the initial distraction of these goblins out of the way, Rennyn's elven eyes take in the scene behind it. Sparkles first catch the elf's attention. Pure white streams of light pour forth from the torch in a third goblin's hands.
Fenra smiles wickedly at the goblin before her and stoves in its knobbly head with her morningstar.
Fenra's morning star connects with a satisfying crunch on the goblin's skull. Its bashful smile now permanently etched upon its face, the goblin falls onto the wooden walkway to slowly spill what little brains it had left. With this goblin's love crushed, Fenra's eyes spot another group of goblins emerging from the watch tower to the south of her position. Armed with bows, this group spies Fenra at the other end of the walkway...
Rennyn calls out to Draeven, Wait for me to clear that goblin for you!
Draeven nods.
Rennyn steps up and slashes at the goblin blocking the doorway...
... opening its belly up and spilling its entrails upon the floor.
The path now clear, Draeven charges the goblin with the firework and tries to knock it out of his hands...
Watching its comrades being ripped apart by the two warriors inside, Garut chuckles to himself, Woah! Seb lies! Seb does eatzz Garut'z sockzezz! Feeling the torch begin to vibrate, Garut focuses on the open door, Hehehe, thayzz gonna goez booom soon! Hey, whyz door green?Rushing out of the hut, the half-orc creature heads straight for Garut. Cringing in preparation for the blow it is about to receive, Garut's eyes widen and a little pee stains the rag wrapped about its waist. Amazingly, the hulk's axe misses it! Garut breathes a sigh of relief, Garut still here! But, the sound of a wooden tube falling on the walkway ends the celebration, Oppz! Realizing it is now unarmed, Garut reaches for its trusty blade . Grinning, the goblin slashes its rusty blade from left to right, right to left. Garut excitedly watches as its blade blurs in the air with each successive pass in front of the green creature. Soon itz bloodz spillz, tehehe!!
Predictably, the torch on the ground crackles to life. Tearing out of the wooden tube, the explosive charge rushes down the walkway, straight between Garut's feet and into the wooden palisade beyond. The resulting explosion of light and fire echoes through out the village. Not wanting to miss the display, Garut turns its head at a crucial moment and its blade narrowly misses the half-orc's chest.
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Stepping out onto the walkway across from Garut , three more goblins appear. Armed with bows, the three stop in their tracks at the sound of the explosion. Realizing Garut is about to be slain by a green monster, the trio pull back their sinew bow strings and loose a volley...Three roughly made arrows soar through the air. Being hand made, their shafts are not exactly elven straight and true. Sometimes this works. But most of the time, these homemade arrows veer off their intended paths, as is the case here...
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Jeryn sends a force bolt at the goblin with the rocket launcher. Force bolt damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Stepping out onto the platform, Jeryn points a finger at the goblins at the other end. A small wave of force erupts and the air ripples as the invisible bolt hurtles towards its target. The impact is noticeable. Turning its head to see what had just hit it, the goblin's eyes narrow at Jeryn...With the affects of Fenra's spell now over, the two goblins advance on the oracle. Forgetting the hit it took from the wizard, the two begin to drool as they approach the female's impressive figure. Raising their weapons ominously, the sound of the explosion at the other end of the village draws their attention away from the half-elf's chest. Celebrating another beautiful explosion, which is certain to mean a beloved fire of some kind, the goblins clink swords, Yeah!
Skyrocket: When lit, this foot-long wooden tube begins to shake and emit a handful of white sparks, shedding light as a torch. One round later it takes flight, moving in a straight line with a f ly speed of 90 for 1d6 rounds before loudly exploding in an burst of light and sound, and dealing 2d6 points of fire damage in a 10-foot burst (DC 15 Reflex save for half ). If a skyrocket impacts a solid surface or a creature before reaching its maximum range, it detonates prematurely at the point of impact. Anyone who takes damage from the explosion is either blinded or deafened (a 50% chance of either) for 1 round. A skyrocket costs 50 gp and weighs 1 pound.
Amazed at the collective incompetence of these goblins she marvels, How exactly did they become a threat?!
Targeting the goblin that formerly held the firework she swings her morningstar again.
but she flinches at the sound of another explosion and her aim is wide. Deciding not to make herself an easy target to the bow wielding gobs to the south she steps back behind the hut.
She also calls out עוד שני כאן hoping the two warriors are in a position to assist.
Two more here!
Seeing the newly arrived group on the next gangway over, Rennyn sheaths his sword and draws his bow .
Draeven brings his ax around at the goblin before him...
...but misses.
He then slips around the goblin and behind the wall, out of sight of the archers.