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"Refreshing to hear that their musical prowess is no better in these parts," Galfon remarks dryly, unsurprised by the sudden attack. The paladin whirls around and snaps a quick shot at one of the goblins behind him, trying to get as much mileage out of his bow as possible before they got too close for ranged combat.
The friar steps towards a group of goblins. He cries out, "Back, you pusillanimous vermin! !" as he presents the holy symbol of Desna to the creatures!
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Eristinian lets fly an arrow at the nearest goblin. The blow is only a glancing one, but the already wounded goblin goes down, gasping for breath. Galfon sends his arrow unerringly into another goblin and Tasius follows up with a slap from his sword, bringing it to unconsciousness!
Meanwhile, Friar O'Grady moves to confront two of the nasty creatures, his channeling effect leaving them violently vomiting and defecating themselves.
Having incapacitated one goblin, Tasius sprinted to deal with another near where the Friar was. His scimitar describing a neat arc as he thrusts out towards the little menace! He felt a moment of pity the goblin seemed small, the violence awful. Unfortunately goblins were a menace, this had to be done.
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Galfon grimaces when Tasius moves away, carrying their only light source with him. It was just as well - there were plenty of goblins in range, and the others would inevitably come to them anyway. The paladin nocks another arrow as he hurries back into the light, past Eristinian. He looks to the nearby goblin, currently locked in combat with Friar O'Grady. He takes aim, apparently disregarding the fact that the portly friar was blocking his shot. Fortunately for him, Galfon has Old Deadeye on his side.
With some "creative" aiming, the halfling offers a quick prayer to Erastil before letting his arrow fly.
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Galfon's arrow sinks into the goblin's side, causing it to pause momentarily in its retching to try to remove the offending object. Sadly, O'Grady's morningstar connects with the goblin's skull and the lesser of the two objects gives way, spattering the good friar with blood, bone, and gray matter.
Tasius strikes at his opponent, bringing it to the ground as well, where it continues to vomit and soil itself, even as it fights to stay conscious.
The other two goblins move in on Caelryl, each closing for combat and swinging a wicked short sword. One of them manages to get past his defenses and inflicts a serious wound that came very close to being much worse!
Tasius was surprised when he found killing the badly wounded Goblin to be upsetting. Undeniably they where a menace but he found he didn't relish inflicting pain. Still now he'd made a mess off the goblin, it was his responsibility to finish the job. Steeling himself he swung his scimitar, hoping to decapitate the wretched thing and end it's suffering as quickly as possible.
He then moved back towards the center of the clearing, where there were more goblins to deal with judging from the sounds of battle.
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Galfon spins around, realizing that the other goblins were ganging up on Caelryl. In the same fluid motion, he draws yet another arrow and sends it flying toward the closer of the two creatures.
"Should have brought more arrows..." he mutters to no one in particular, already feeling his quiver getting lighter.
Eristinian swings around, noticing Caelryl fending off a pair of goblins, and moves to get a good shot on one of them.
Caelryl dodges the first attack, but in doing so, moves right into the sword of the second attacker. Catching him in the neck, he is relieved the wound is not more serious. Stuck in melee, he drops his bow and draws his longsword to attack a goblin. A slight panic setting in, his swing goes wide.
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Eristinian whirls about and takes a shot at the two remaining goblins, catching one in the midsection. Caelryl drops his bow and makes a hurried swing at his attackers but misses. Galfon looses an arrow at the other goblin menacing Caelryl and hits it in the neck, a telling blow, but not a fatal one. O'Grady delays, not certain how much help he can be from his position. Tasius tries to dispatch his foe, but only ends up making a further mess of things as his sword fails to cut through its spine. The goblin falls, bleeding profusely.
The remaining goblins do not pause, their hatred of elves (or really, any living thing) driving them forward. However, both attacks miss the agile elf this time.
Tasius felt awful that his attempt to humanely dispatch the goblin hadn't quite gone to plan. Still there was no way it could last more than a few moments with blood loss like that. With a heavy heart he decided he was out of time, he was needed by his companions.
Seeing Caelryl beset by two goblins, Tasius rushes over to his aid. He whips his saber out in a lateral cut, aimed at the little blighter's throat!
Shifting his bow to his offhand, Eristinian pulls his rapier, moving into a position to harass one of the goblins on Caelryl.
Avoiding the attacks, Caelryl swings his sword wildly again at the goblin. The pain from the wound in his neck causing his eyes to water too much to see clearly.
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Erestinian moves to offer flanking to Caelryl, even as he draws his blade. Caelryl cannot seem to find his targets, swinging and missing again. Galfon pierces another of the small pests with an arrow, sending it to the ground. O'Grady lumbers across the battlefield, determined to aid his friends, but it is Tasius who ends the battle with a well-placed slash at the remaining goblin's throat.
O'Grady touches Caelryl on the shoulder and the elf feels a soothing warmth over his body as his wounds begin to knit.
You have one goblin on the verge of unconsciousness (#1); he is at 0 hp exactly. The rest are either dead or dying.
Eristinian turns to the last goblin, leveling his blade at it. "Zrzeczenie się, larwa! Albo będziemy umieścić strzałę w centrum swojego melona w kształcie czaszki!"
"Surrender, maggot! Or we will place an arrow into the center of your melon-shaped skull!"
Tassius had thought to help interrogate their captive, but he realized he couldn't speak their harsh guttural language. It seemed Eristinian could, and Tassius commented, "That's a rough sounding tongue and no mistake."
'But they taunted us in the trade tongue!' Tassius suddenly thought. Hand still on his blooded saber he adds with quiet menace, "Better do what he says..."
"Można zacząć od mówiąc mi, jak wiele innych z was istnieje i dlaczego myśli atakują grupę uzbrojonych sznurami chwytów było dobrym pomysłem. Jeśli lubię swoje odpowiedzi, mogę przekonać moich przyjaciół, że warto bardziej żywy niż laska uszach goblinów miasto jest oferujesz." Seeing how the others have pointed weapons at Norbo, Eristinian moves to sheathe his blade for the moment.
"You can start by telling me how many more of you there are, and why you thought attacking a group of heavily armed long-shanks was a good idea. If I like your answers, I may convince my friends that your worth more alive than the bounty of goblin ears the town is offering."
As the discussion in the guttural language went on, Tasius realized he wasn't going to be of much help. Feeling the need for something to do, he started scanning the treeline in case there where yet more goblins out there.
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"Mamy gobliny. Potrzebujesz żadnego powodu, by zaatakować. Norbo robi jak mu powiedziano przez duże głównych Greatshanks. Gobliny żyją w jaskiniach pod wieżą."
Tasius does not see or hear any more goblins (or anything else).
Turning to his group, Eristinian translates. "Norbo here apparently serves the goblin chieftain Greatshanks, and they live in some caves under a tower. Might be the lost stronghold of Quasqueton the villagers talked about. Or not - definitely hard to say with goblins."
Tasius takes this in and asks, "Do you think its this Cheif that's been stirring them up? I mean I think these are a dangerous nuisance, but some how slaughtering the lot of em doesn't sit right with me, if there's another way..." Tasius worried the others might not share his distaste at killing, maybe they'd think the worst of him. Still wanton slaughter was defiantly not something Saranrae would countenance!
"Seems likely," Eristinian replies. "Goblins are dangerous scavengers, but a nuisance if not directed. If this chieftain is aiming them towards raiding, then killing him should return them to their natural directionless activity."
Tasius was relieved Eristinian favoured a more targeted approach. He looked to the others, waiting to see what they thought should be done.
With the last of the enemies down, Caelryl sheathes his sword and picks up his bow. He begins to tend to his wound as the others question the surviving goblin. His fear of a serious wound subside when O'Grady heals him. "Thank you. We did well in our first battle," he says as he surveys the surroundings.
"Though these things truly are a verminous lot," muses the friar, "I believe the wholesale slaughter of every one we encounter may not be necessary. I agree with the approach Eristinian is suggesting. Cut off the head, and the rest will fall."
Tasius nodded and said, "I wonder if this one will help us - I mean what's in it for him? Sure not getting killed is quite a motivation but that only lasts as far as we can reach him. Perhaps we need something else to gain his enthusiastic assistance, maybe he'd like to be the new Cheif?"
"An interesting offer," Eristinian replies to Tasius. "Let's find out."
"dzień twojego wodza dobiegają końca. Można też dołączyć go do śmierci, albo pomóc nam zakończyć swoje życie. Wspomóc nas i złożyć przysięgę, że nigdy nie postawił stopy na zewnątrz lesie ponownie, a my zobaczymy, co możemy zrobić z was siedzących na tronie."
"Your chief's days are coming to an end. You can either join him in death, or help us end his life. Aid us, and swear an oath to never set foot outside your forest again, and we will see what we can do about seating you upon his throne."
Tasius had to admit Galfon had a point, "Perhaps it is folly, but stranger things have happened at sea... Besides if the plan works then it would save us an awful lot of trouble. If not, well that's just too bad."
"Jeśli nam nie pomoże, wtedy obiecuję opuścić te ziemie i nigdy nie wrócić, po opisali Wielkiepiszczele i szamana do mnie."
Turning to the group, he translates. "That's a no go, though he's mentioned Greatshanks is bigger than us, and there's also a shaman. I say we turn him loose if he tells us more."
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"Greatshanks jest potężnym wojownikiem. On jest najlepszym gobliny w plemieniu. On zabił wielu wrogów, z wyjątkiem Direfang, ale nie może zostać zabity. Rattleskull tak powiedział. Mówi, że Direfang jest bogiem. Rattleskull wie dużo magii i jest bardzo niebezpieczne." The goblin seems about to soil itself.
While he couldn't understand what was said, the body language was obvious. "He doesn't seem to like that idea..." observes Tasius, "What do we do? Feels rather cold blooded to kill him now. Tie him up?"
"Apparently they worship some god called 'Direfang,' and Rattleskull speaks for it. Other than that, I'm not getting much else. My suggestion would be just to turn him loose with a warning that we won't be so generous a second time if we meet him again."
Caelryl waits patiently as Eristinian talks to the creature. Hmm, I guess knowing how to speak an enemy's language can be useful. Still, easier to kill them and leave the talking to others," he thinks to himself.
"I've done some tracking so I might be able to follow him. Have you asked him what direction the tower is in? Maybe tell him we thought the tower was just a fairy tale," he adds to the conversation.
Tasius had considered this for a while, chewing on his lip. It looked like mercy hadn't quite given them the immediate result's he'd hoped for still that didn't make it any less worthwhile. All things that go around come around as the saying went. Softly Tasius says, "Its too bad he won't work with us, but fear does funny things to one's mind. Or maybe we have underestimated things. Anyway I suggest we turn him loose and see where he goes..."