Roman storms through the door, jumping over Jo as he crawls out, and attacks the wolf with the precision of Coran's guidance and the power of his wrath!
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As Roman makes his dramatic entrance into the room, the wolf snaps out at his legs. Adding insult to injury, the wolf's teeth dig into Roman's leg and he falls to the ground.
Emmett steps to the doorway and works his trickery on the wolf who responds with a growl, "No today witch. Try your tricks on someone else."
Stalled again. Been a week now.....
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Coran elects to hold his ground in the tunnel rather than try to slip into the room or risk fighting on two fronts.
Hackles bristling on its back, the wolf growls savagely and continues to rip at Roman with its teeth. It catches a vulnerable spot where the inquisitor's neck is exposed and it rips a chunk of flesh from Roman. Bleeding profusely, Roman sags to the ground unconscious. "Leave him and go back to the city heroes." snarls the wolf.
Tittering with delight at the fallen foe, the goblins leap in to attack Xianae. One of them steps toward Byron so that each pair has the woman between them. Two of the goblins sink their blades into Xianae one of them just missing the artery in her upper thigh.
Taking a big gulp, Byron steps-up to the 'wolf' (incidentally providing Xianae a flank), and takes a swing...
Jo stands and feeling the rage well up inside him roars out "RAWR!!! You'll all die this night goblins!!!!"
Jo enters Rage as a free action.
Modified HP - 17/28 Modified AC - 14
Jo attacks goblin standing near Bryon.
Attack Roll -
Damage -
Seeing Byron step tot the wolf and slash at it, I strike at the goblin between the 2 of us. But my blade swings over its head.
The pool of blood near Roman's head gets bigger by the moment.
Emmett frowns as the situation started to look bad. He looks at the goblin at the end of the room and gives it an evil eye: "I see you, I see you little one. Watch you don't yourself!"
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Jo surges to his feet, the little goblin next to him taking advantage of the situation to try to thrust its sword past his armor. Jo rises nearly straight into the little blade, opening a deep wound in his stomach. The sudden loss of blood causes his own blow to catch only air as the goblin continues dancing and laughing with glee at the chaos.
Moondark moves closer to the opening to the room, growing increasingly concerned over the impending disaster that seems to be taking place on the other side of the little hole.
Byron takes a less than confident step over Roman's body, his foot nearly slipping in the growing pool of blood. But his weak swing penetrates the wolf's defenses and the creature cries out in pain as the blade cuts far deeper than expected.
Like Jo before her, Xianae's blade whistles over the goblin's head as the little menace laughs at her attempt with glee.
Emmett shouts at the goblin at the far end of the room. Its eyes widen as his arcane mischief arcs across the room. Sure enough, Emmett's hex takes hold in the little creature's mind.
Coran recognizes that disaster awaits if he doesn't do something quickly takes a chance and darts into the room, running right past the wolf and one of the goblins to take the spot Byron stepped out of. The wolf snaps at him as he flies by. The wolf catches Coran on the seat of the pants and rips skin and flesh from him, but the halfling keeps his feet and manages to get into the room.
Pausing and nearly out of breath, Coran raises his voice to praise Abadar and is rewarded as his god's blessing washes over the room.
The wolf shifts its attention to Byron. "Want to join your dead friend? You should leave now while you still can. I think I'll eat you alive while the goblins roast your friends over a slow fire." The wolf's jaws sink deep into Byron's flesh and Byron drops to the ground right on top of the unconscious form of Roman.
The goblins once again attempt to swarm over Xianae, hoping to bring another of the hated foes to the ground. Emboldened by their success in felling one foe, the goblins strike with renewed confidence. A flurry of blows from their tiny swords open cuts all over Xianae's body.
Looking very injured, I turn my attention to the Goblin next to Coran, Byron and Roman, feeling dizzy I swing at the Goblin, but misjudge my swing. My blade ends up in the floor beside the Goblin.
Modified HP - 13/28 Modified AC - 14
Raging - Round 2
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Jo attacks the goblin next to him.
Attack Roll:
Damage:
"SQUASH*
"One Down - Who's Next?"
Emmett is truly firghtened, but holds on. I can still escape if things turn ugly...
He coughs and laughs dryly, maintaining the hex on the goblin at the far end of the room. He raises his crossbow and lets a bolt fly at the wolf, almost hoping not to catch it.
Byron takes an experimental swing at the talking wolf...
...but being flat on his back, coupled with the pain of his wounds, renders his swing ineffective.
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Jo takes a ferocious swing at the goblin that struck him when he stood and smashes it into the ground with Rosebud.
Next to Roman, Moondark looks for some way to help, but fear of the destruction being wrought by the wolf on the warriors keeps her from trying to slip into the room.
Byron tries to finish the wolf with a blow from his awkward position on the fallen Roman, but he cannot find a good purchase and the blow merely glances off the wolf's fur.
Xianae's blow misses the goblin, the accumulation of blood loss has her wobbling and weak on her feet and she nearly falls with the effort.
On the ground, Roman has finally stopped bleeding thanks to the gifts of Coran's gods, but he remains unconscious.
But fortunately, Emmett swallows his fear and with an awkward shot around the corner, manages to score a lucky strike with his crossbow bolt. It plunges deep into the wolf's eye who cries out, "They come now Whitechin!" before collapsing to the floor.
Still faced with a goblin right next to him, Coran pulls out his rapier and attempts to stick it with the tip. He lances the little devil through the shoulder, but doesn't do enough damage to get it to fall.
Now desperate with their fierce protector fallen, the goblins again concentrate their attacks on Xianae, hoping to bring down another of their giant foes. This time only one of the little blades penetrates Xianae's defenses, but the half-orc is left reeling on her feet.
From behind the door, you hear the sounds of more foes readying for your assault.
Byron nods to Emmett with as much dignity as he can muster, prone as he is.
"That was a most timely intervention."
Modified HP - 13/28 Modified AC - 14
Raging - Round 3
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Jo will move into the open space next to Xianae and attack the critter to her right.
Attack Roll -
Damage -
*Crunch!*
"RAWR!!! YOU GOTS JO MAD NOW LITTLE BUGS!!!!"
I swing at the Goblin in front of me, again missing terribly.
After my terrible swing, I collapse to the floor.
Even though I have collapsed, I don't appear to be bleeding at all and my breathing is relatively stable.
Heartened by Jo's successful strike, Byron leaps to his feet, and spins to face one of the Goblins, delivering a vicious cut before the creature realises what is happening!
Emmet keeps his maddened laughter, but keeps staring at the lying wolf, not believi g the beast is felled! Finally he snaps out, turns and fires at the goblins.
Coran Channels positive Energy hoping he selects only his party.
Then draws his blade
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Jo steps over next to Xianae and with a dreadful fury unleashes Rosebud at another goblin. He lands another brutal blow with the hammer and another goblin drops to the floor of the chamber.
Finally with a clear passage into the room, Moondark joins the rest of the group inside. She fires her crossbow at one of the goblins still standing. For a moment, the bolt looks like it will strike true but at the last minute, the elusive goblin ducks beneath and it rattles harmlessly off the wall and falls to the floor with a clatter.
Byron stands and with his deadly silver blade finishes off yet another foe with a clean blow.
Xianae, consciousness fading fast from the blood loss takes another weak swing at the last remaining goblin, but again she fails to connect and this time slumps to the floor unconscious, but seemingly stable. Not far away, Roman also seems to be stable thanks to Coran's intervention earlier.
Emmett, distracted by the fallen wolf fires at the remaining goblin, but also fails to connect with his crossbow.
Coran, excluding the wolf and least injured goblin from his divine power brings another burst of healing to the group, his last of the day. Both Roman and Xianae stir from their unconsciousness.
Seeing his foe stir, the last goblin takes another stab at Xianae as she lies on the floor. Trembling from the destruction Jo and Byron have wreaked on his allies in the last few seconds, his weak attempt glances away harmlessly.
Suddenly the door next to Byron slams open and a voice far too deep for a goblin calls out from within. "Enough heroes! If it is Whitechin you have come to face, then face me now! I have an offer for you. Send me your greatest warrior!" Inside, you can see the flickering flames of fire and hear the sounds of goblins jabbering.
Coran a little worried, he is low on healing and everyone is wounded. "Who are we sending in? Jo?, or are we all going in."
Byron raises an eyebrow.
"You honestly expect the leader of a pack of Goblins to do a straight deal? I say we all go in."
I slowly sitr, but quickly get to my feet and the sound of the voice. I look at Coran and Byron trying to decide who should go in, "My old tribe's leader used's ta say's that the whole's tribe is da best warrior. I say's we all go's in ... maybe ma luck's will turn?"
Modified HP - 18/28 Modified AC - 14
Raging - Round 4
Sorry, Jo is raging, chaotic, and not too bright.
Jo quafs one of his three healing potions and heads off toward the sound of Whitechin's voice.
Potion healing:
"I'm comin for you Whitechin!!!"
Roman raises from the ground, rubs his temples and picks up his weapons.
"That was one big bad wolf..."
As Jo rushes over without giving it a second thought, Roman instinctively jerks after him, but stops before reaching the door and draws the bow instead. He still feels weak and has to concentrate to keep his hands from trembling. He uses the moment before the final standoff to aks his goddess for Guidance.
Emmett follows the giant, obviously not thinking long enough, trying to get in a position where he can see in the other room while safely staying in this room. "These have been nothing but traps! By Desna get some sense!" What am I saying!? Sense? Emmett, look at you!
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Jo lumbers into the doorway, guzzling the potion while the rest of the party begins to regroup and follow him. Those who can see inside can tell that there are six more goblins flanking a throne at the back wall of the room. Their voices rise in a jabbering cacophony of noise. Bloody sigils decorate ragged tapestries hanging on the walls of the room. Another of the giant wolves sits on the floor next to the throne. On the other side, an incredibly thin goblin watches on with hungry eyes. A fat goblinoid covered in white fur, far too large for a garden-variety goblin, sits atop the throne. As Jo appears in the doorway, it bursts out laughing. "Never did have much sense did you kid? Could've made a good living for Ragan in the Pits if you'd had the smarts to dump that idiot Jahat."
You recognize the creature from your early years fighting in the Pits. He was known as the Night Terror and was famed for his brutality. People called him a bug-something. You recall hearing that he was a slave who did well enough to purchase his freedom from Ragan Tolnaro, the owner of the pits.
Jo steps into the room (allowing the others room to enter also).
"Night Terror! It's you causin all dis havoc up here? Time to pay dah piper little bug!"
Jo charges Whitechin with rosebud raised and a booming Roar!
Intimidate:
"Jo, wait up let's get in there he might need help."
Emmett moves to get a good view of the room, then focuses on The big goblin at the back: "Peril comes back full circle to those who throw it carelessly. Don't look to us for pity, nor for mercy!"
Modified HP - 18/28 Modified AC - 14
Raging - Round 5
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Jo charges Whitechin Rosebud Raised!
Attack Roll -
Damage -
*CRACK!*
Rosebud finds a solid target and deals lethal damage!
Seeing Jo charge into the room with no fear, I grab a hold of myself and shake any fear or worries free from my mind and step into the room and up to a goblin, where I swing my Battle-Axe at her.
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Emmett fixes his eye on the enormous foe in back. Their eyes meet and a black hex begins worming its way into the creature's mind. Emmett feels a connection seize hold and is certain that his bewitchment has succeeded.
Jo rushes forward, Rosebud whirling in his hands. Whitechin/Night Terror looks increduous that Jo has chosen to attack against the considerable odds, but readies himself just in time for the earthbreaker to slam into his chest. Ribs snap and break under the barbarian's assault.
Xianae too rushes in, but her attack with the battle axe merely swishes harmlessly through the air over the goblin as it ducks and giggles at her miss.
Whitechin finds his footing and brings his weapon to bear. It is a frightful device, a pair of spiked metal balls dangling from chains connected to a long shaft. He shouts out a challenge to Jo, "Resorting to magic Jo? That doesn't sound like you! Never thought you'd accept the help of a witch!" The balls whirl and flow in a frightful display of skill, but the effect is somewhat lessened when Emmett's curse manages to cause him to briefly wrap one of the balls around his own wrist. The error seems to throw him off and both attacks miss Jo.
The large wolf slips a step toward Jo's back. It seems to draw strength from the challenge of the bugbear and snaps out with its jaws with surprising fury. The jaws catch Jo right in the hamstring and rip away a major chunk of his leg as he drops hard onto the ground.
Five of the goblins move to surround Xianae while the last one flanks the fallen Jo with the large wolf. The final goblin slips back into the corner of the room.
The goblins surrounding Xianae all attack with their little swords. Three of their attacks slip home and Xianae drops to the floor unconscious.
The goblin helping to attack Jo strikes at the fallen barbarian. The blow is not strong, but the added leverage it gets against the fallen foe is enough and Jo also falls unconscious.
At the back of the room, the final goblin appears to ready itself to take action while Whitechin laughs at the turn of events. "Fools! You are beaten. Your strongest warriors lie dying on the floor. Did you really think you could win?" He looks toward the entrance, watching to see if the rest of the group will continue. "You can come in and die, you can run, or we can see if you are interested in a deal."
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Not sure yet whether it is to fight back or cover their escape, Emmett slips a hand in his jacket pocket, dipping them in a greasy material that he then flings towards Whitechin and the wolf. The blobs of fat spread as they hit the floor, covering the area at their feet with a slippery surface. All the while, he laughs madly at Whitechin. "Ah! Ah! The tables have turned. Ah! Ah! But the Fates you tempted! Ah! Ah! And nothing is ever certain. Ah! Ah! You forget, they remind! Ah! Ah!"
I lay on the floor, surrounded by Goblins, unaware of what is going on, but upon close inspection my breathing has become less erratic and I seem to be unconcious but safe, as long as I am not hit again.
Seeing Xianae and Jo fall, Byron steps into the room...
...and cleaves apart one of the goblins.