Anaach hacks at the puny green creature in front of him with his greataxe, but it ducks to the side, avoiding the hit.
The goblin slashes back at Anaach.
Completely missing Lelia, the other goblin not just standing there confused and drooling runs right by her, provoking an attack of opportunity.
Artyom back, putting some distance between himself and the goblin. He then uses his Hand of the Apprentice again, tossing his cane/staff at the goblin.
Weylyn steps around the goblin and stabs.
The goblin in front of Artyom uses the opportunity to attack him while he is retreating.
Artyom's staff flies over the goblin's head, missing him by and inch.
Weylin steps around the goblin engaged with Anaach and stabs him in the back, dropping him dead.
Anaach runs to the goblin in the center and swings his axe at him, cleaving it's head straight off.
The remaining goblin runs screaming at Artyom and attacks him again.
Artyom screams at the two hits. He glares at the goblin, his cool purple gaze now glowing a white sparkling energy. The goblin's mind clouds with fog and sparkles.
He screams to the others, "Help me! I don't know how much longer I can last!"
Weylyn charges the remaining goblin, looking to stab its throat.
Lelia hits the goblin hard in the head, making him turn around. Weylin then takes this opportunity to charge up from behind and slit its throat. It drops dead with a gurgle.
The sounds of the battle still rage around you, the chant still hearable coming from every direction of the town. Villagers run screaming, either desperately looking for a weapon or a place to hide. A goblin races down a little girl and gleefully beheads her, only to dart around a side corner again out of site. Artyom lies on the ground unconscious.
"Thank the gods you're a healer...I wouldn't know what to do."
Artyom's eyes flutter open, groaning as he stirs. He slowly sits up. He turns to Lelia, her arms still stretched over him. He smiles, "Thank you, Lelia." He slowly starts to stand upright.
Ricky flutters down on top of Lelia's shoulder. "Thank you! Thank you!" He rubs his head against Lelia's cheek. Afterwards, he returns to Artyom's shoulder.
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Lelia's next words would fill anybody with dread. As sho rubs her hands in surprise and stares at both Artyom and Welyn with some confusion.
"Oh it worked?"
Giggling softly as the feathers from Ricky tickle her cheeks forgetting for a moment where she is, she strokes Ricky's glossy feathered head before he returns to Artyom.
"The village!" she startles as she takes in the sight of a headless child.
The cart and wagon to the southwest explodes. You all here cackling from the building behind. Atop the rooftop a goblin stands with a black object in his hand with a fuse sticking out. He throws another one and a tent goes up in flames.
"Things go boom when Mogmurch throws!" he cries.
Initiative
Weylyn looks to Artyom. "Can you hit him? I don't much fancy climbing on the roof to fight an explosive goblin."
Artyom looks at Weylyn. "My Hand of the Apprentice ability goes up to 30 feet. The only true offensive spell I have at the moment is burning hands. That, however, only has a range of 15 feet."
"Damn."
Weylyn hangs his head, inhales deeply, then bolts for the goblin-topped building.
Artyom scowls. The goblin is too high and too far to hit without a risk. He moves slightly closer staying close to Anaach.
Anaach takes a step back and gives a grin which contains no humor, leaning back and taking careful aim, he hurls his five foot long ash pole that is tipped with a foot of metal
