Khalbar looks to Kyra the Hammer for direction. "Goblins come in two forces. Stay here at cathedral or go meet them at bridge? You tell, Khalbar go kill goblins and leaders."
He sharpens his axe on his whetstone while he awaits instruction.
While Kyra was fairly certain the Flibble could be relied on for warning the town, it wasn't a risk that she was willing to take. He'd spent so much time playing tricks, and it was hard to tell how much he could be trusted. She looks at the others following behind her, noticing that they weren't moving as quickly as she wanted them to. At least with Pick, it was understandable, and since she could tell he was really trying, she tried not to be annoyed. The truth, she knew, was that they were tired. So much of their energy had been completely wasted on this trip, and now... She swallows a lump in her throat. The only one who looks like he can keep up is Khalbar. Kyra slows, waiting for the others to catch up, before telling them the change of plans. "This isn't going to work. Look, get back as quickly as you can. Khablar, you're with me, we're going ahead."
As their feet thud down the town's streets, Kyra takes a brief moment to be pleased. Seeing everyone running around getting prepared - it looks as though the gnome had come through after all. She and Khalbar slow as they approach the cathedral, and he moves off to talk to some of the men. Kyra glances up, seeing Flibble on his bird, perched up on the cathedral, overseeing the preparations. Their eyes lock for a moment, after which he smiles, seeming both proud and confident. All at once, fury overwhelms Kyra. Rage that she hadn't been there. Jealousy that his damned fool bird gave him such maneuverability. "What do you want, a raise? Get back to work!" she shouts up at him, seething. It looks like she's about to say more when Khalbar walks up, filling her in on the approaching armies.
When Khalbar asks her where they should be, she doesn't answer. The guards clamor around her, seeming more than a little overwhelmed. Flibble gives direction from on high. Khalbar waits. And Kyra quickly scans the east, searching for something, anything, but she can't be sure how large the army is, or when it may arrive. The only thing she can count on is that they'll have to work quickly. Turning back to Khalbar, she smiled tersely and set her jaw. "We're going to the front lines. And we may well die there."
Turning to the groups of men rushing around, Kyra tries multiple times to get their attention, before finally putting her fingers into her mouth and letting out a loud whistle.
"We haven't much time, so I'll make this brief." Kyra begins. "There are two armies approaching, looking to burn down your home, to steal your supplies, to kill your families." As she speaks, her eyes quickly move between each soldier, pausing just long enough to make them feel noticed and acknowledged. "That's not going to happen. You've been training, and training well, all for this moment. Protect each other. Remember what you're fighting for."
Kyra turns to Khalbar, gives a slight nod, and begins walking, with the silent determination of someone who knows they're betting all or nothing on a game that's stacked entirely against them.
Khalbar follows the monk with a light of grim determination in his eyes. "I already lost my family without a chance to fight for them. I am not going to lose this place too. It may not be my home, but it is worth fighting and dying for. The Shoanti will sing a song of our great victory or defeat this day, but it will be worthy of a song in any event."
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The goblins took longer to get to the city than he expected, but still Flibble felt quite exhausted after running around trying to organise everything. The arrival of Kyra and Khalbar heartened him, however despite his last minute misgivings about the disposition of forces. When he saw thw Goblin hordes approaching the North wall and tanner's bridge, He almost ordered the Southern reserve to support them; but he realised that not all the Goblins had been committed and until they were, he couldn't order them around.
Hearing Kyra barking at the soldiers in her familiar tone made him relax,
"Tha's the way, lass. Gie them a rollickin, an' they'll ferget their fear." He muttered to himself.
Finally, he deemed that the time had come for the opening salvo. The goblins in the Forest, they're the best target. he thought to himself. Calling forth the magic in his blood, he felt the very plants of the earth respond to trip and ensnare the advancing Goblins, making them easy targets for the guardsmen's arrows.
A'letta, Rhanloi, Pick
Pick is a very tired little 'dwarf' by the time they reach the city, sweating under his thick muffling cloaks and gasping for air. Only the fear of failure (and punishment) has kept his stubby legs moving after the others.
"Ghhnnnn," he gurgles when he finally runs into A'letta and Rhanloi, the other two having stopped when they reach the city.
He takes a moment to stand there panting, gloved hands on his knees, then stares at the sea of noisy goblins that face them. It is many goblins. Many, many, many. Pick wheezes.
Once he has some bit of his breath back, he tugs hesitantly on Spear-woman's sleeve.
"Pick... not fight... like this. Open ground. Many. Light. Bad. Pick fights... dark. Unseen. Pick can move, unseen. Or Pick get... big. But easy to see, then. Easy to... hit, too."
It's a lot of words for him, even broken up by panting gasps as he tries to get air back. He wishes they all knew silent-speech. It's much quicker with silent-speech. But Ran-loy would not yet know his meaning.
"We... pull goblins? Into trees? Fight narrow?"
(You're technically included in his discussion too, Rhanloi, but Pick considers Spear-woman much more important. She healed him, after all.)
"I am not made for melee, either! I am all for choosing our targets and removing them securely! So we start at the back with the chief, and hopefully take him out before the bugbear and most of the others notice - then we can just keep taking out the last goblin..." Rhanloi says, trying to use some of the hand gestures Pick has taught him so far.
If A'letta agrees, Rhanloi will cast his magic missiles at the goblin king, while remaining hidden in the trees, causing points of damage!
"A decisive strike on the leader of the goblins would certainly throw them into disarray, and they should be fairly distracted fighting the town's guards anyhow." says Shalelu, drawing her bow and checking her quiver. "Damn, only twenty arrows. I guess I'll have to leave thirty or forty of 'em to you guys.", she quips with a smile.
The white-haired beauty steps to the fore of her party, a few hundred feet from Tanner's Bridge. "Slit your own throats now and give yourselves over to the will of the Mother of Monsters, and I promise to spare you and your children a long, painful death." she shouts, a derisive and sadistic grin upon her face.
Ameiko dashes after Khalbar and Kyra, unable to keep up but determined to support them in their mad fight for her city.
Ameiko, Kyra, and Khalbar arrive at the Tanner's Bridge defenses. The guardsmen smile at their arrival, as does Ilsoari, but the others are too distracted by their stress.
Initiative:
Flibble - 20
A'letta - 18
Rhanloi - 18
Goblins - 17
Kyra - 10
Sandpoint Denizens - 10
Pick - 9
Khalbar - 9
Nualia's Evil Party - 0
The spear-woman nods, weaves protective magic over Pick and then lines up her offensive magicks with Rhanloi. Dread spirits are sent to haunt the goblin chief and hopefully with their leader shaking in his boots, the other goblins won't feel too enthusiastic about attacking.
Pick tenses at the defensive magic settling over him. He stares from behind the trees at the distant masses of enemies, and swallows.
Maybe they will all three die. Four counting the properly-quiet woman.
He could flee right now, he thinks. Go unseen. Take Spear-Woman's protection with him. It is how he survived the last overwhelming battle. Left the others of the People, and crawled away... a coward's action and a traitor's, but he had lived. In a sense, he has been running ever since: running from the People, from his own failure.
There is no outrunning death, though. If this is the place where he will pay for his weakness, he must accept that.
They have a... plan. Kind of. Stick to the trees, hide as best they can, draw a few foes at a time to them... hopefully. The drow-cousin lifts his hands to cast his first magic. Pick swallows.
"Pick not run," he says to Spear-Woman, drow-cousin, and quiet-woman. Maybe they won't get the full impact of what a big deal that is, but it's a promise he's making to himself, anyway.
With his weapon drawn, Pick licks his lips and waits.
Ran-loy's spell zigs a bolt of energy towards the leader, and Pick waits, crouched in the brush, still breathing hard and feeling his muscles weak and trembling.
Flibble takes off of the Cathedral atop his roc, beginning to fly about the town. Calling upon the magic in his blood, he floods the area beyond Sandpoint's northern walls with grasping, thorned and thick vines.
On the other side of the wall, hidden in the forest, A'letta and Rhanloi unleash their magical assault on the Warchief. A pair of magical missiles strike him in the back and then his mind is filled with visions of doom. Turning his gecko in both rage and fear, he sees his attackers protruding from the forest. He's already given the order to attack, so it's too late to turn his hordes against the party, but he still manages to garner a small group of goblins, his personal guard, and screams a charge against them.
Following his orders, the goblin hordes charge the northern walls of Sandpoint. Bruthazmus stands back, draws his bow, and pulls back a powerful shot, smiling sadistically before he looses it. The arrow hits the guardsman in the chest, but fails to pierce his armor and clatters to the ground harmlessly. In front of him, many of the goblins are caught in the webbing of vines that Flibidnick has created, but many of them begin to climb the wall. Above, the guardsmen have crossbows at the ready and are taking shots at the goblins, striking the climbing goblins with large bolts. Three of the goblins fall, dead.
Shalelu draws back on her bow and takes three quick shots at the goblins, targeting the chieftain's guardsmen. "I'm leaving the chief all for you. Aren't you glad?" she says, but her illusion of mirth is gone now that she's entered combat with her favored enemy. Her first arrow strikes one of the goblins in the armor, but her second pierces it through the shoulder just above the heart, and her third strikes a second guardsman directly in the eye. The arrow protrudes from the back of the guard's head, and it continues running for several seconds before it realizes that it's dead and falls.
Nualia sounds the call for the charge, and her goblin allies, along with her demonic hounds, begin the charge on the town. The demon hounds lead the charge, moving significantly faster than her goblin horde, and will arrive several seconds before the goblins do, but the goblins move quickly and will arrive soon.
Behind the defenses, Ilsoari indicates Kyra and weaves a spell, forming translucent armor over her body. "Be protected, goblinslayer." he says.
At the same time, the elven cleric lays a hand on Khalbar's shoulder, murmuring, "Gozreh's grace and resilience upon you, sir."
The guards lay crossbows on their arms and take potshots at the oncoming goblins, but the goblins are too far for truly accurate shooting. Only one goblin falls.
Initiative:
Flibble - 20
A'letta - 18
Rhanloi - 18
Goblins - 17
Kyra - 10
Sandpoint Denizens - 10
Pick - 9
Khalbar - 9
Nualia's Evil Party - 0
"Hsst. Pull back into trees. Make goblins come in trees to fight," Pick whispers, and urges the others back into the cover. Quiet-woman shoots well, though. He nods approvingly at her.
He also pushes his goggles up his forehead, now that he's in the shelter of the trees from the searing sunlight.
Khalbar recieves the arcane boon, not fulling trusting the magic, but the feeling makes him ready to take on the world.
He leaps into the fray, looking for a captain of the attacking army. He spies Orik, the armored knight and makes for him, axe swinging and a loud roar coming from his raging frame.
[dice=Khalbar Axe, rage, aid]1d20+11
[dice=Crit Confirm, rage, aid]1d20+11
[dice=Crit Damage]3d12+27
A'letta digs her feet into the ground, raises her spear and focuses her mind on the simple task ahead: skewer the chief's mount and take away his point of command. All around them noise filled the air, but the only thing she heard was the beating of her heart.
Round 2
Rhanloi will call upon the power of his bonded ring and ready a color spray spell, casting it at the goblin king and his guards when they get within range! (DC15 Will save negates)
Kyra stands her ground as Khalbar charges in. Power radiates from him and his battlecry is enough to get her blood pumping, but she holds her ground. She looks at Nualia, and thinks about her threat to Tsuto. A twisted smile slowly spreads across her face. She forces herself to be patient, and when the demonic hounds finally draw close, she launches into a series of kicks and punches at the dark beasts.
Pick sequesters himself further into the underbrush while calling his allies to fall back into the underbrush, readying himself for a surprise sneak attack on the first enemy to pass.
Khalbar charges forward, roaring a raging challenge and swinging his massive greataxe. He passes more than a dozen goblins who are too wrapped up in their war-charge to notice him and cuts deeply into the Varisian knight. Khalbar's axe crushes the man's ribcage and slices into the organs that the bones used to protect, killing the man nearly instantly. A gurgle and a single spurt of blood escape from his mouth and he dies.
Grimacing in disgust at the display of gore and blood that Khalbar's just provided for her, the dark-skinned woman waves a hand, speaks an arcane gesture, and vanishes from sight.
Her eyes flash and her hair begins to billow with the wind as Nualia calls upon some profane power. She points at Khalbar's deadly weapon and mutters some magic phrase and a wave of rings travels through the air at his weapon, threatening to break it apart.
Khalbar's weapon vibrates, and a thin patina of cracks spreads out over its haft and blade, but it remains fully functional and complete.
Kyra stands her ground at the fore of the fight, and as the yeth hounds pass her, she lashes out against one with her hands and feet. Unfortunately, as she strikes it she realizes that it's a tougher opponent than she originally anticipated, and her blows don't do nearly the amount of harm that she thought they would.
Kyra is only able to keep the attention of the yeth hound that she's struck, and as the other two sweep past her they're distracted and intercepted, individually, by Ven Vinder and by Savah Bevaniky. Savah's well-crafted armor and good reflexes protect her, but Ven Vinder's bulk and clumsiness do him no favors as the hound rips into his flesh.
The first yeth hound, the one that Kyra struck, attempts to strike back at her, and would have succeeded if not for Ilsoari's spell. The hound's teeth rebound on a translucent wall of force just before touching her skin.
Initiative:
Flibble - 20
A'letta - 18
Rhanloi - 18
Goblins - 17
Kyra - 10
Sandpoint Denizens - 10
Pick - 9
Khalbar - 9
Nualia's Evil Party - 0
A'letta and Rhanloi dig in, A'letta with her spear and Rhanloi with his spell. They prepare for the goblins' charge.
Above, in the city, Flibble coats himself in armor made of force, readying for an attack.
Seeing their opponents are ready for them, the goblins charge, screaming a battle-cry (that's basically jibberish). The king's two remaining guards ready their horsechoppers as they run and the goblins smile sadistically while waving about dogslicers. Clucking in victory, Pick emerges from hiding and strikes down one of the charging goblins. One of the king's commandoes notices and breaks off to attack Pick.
The other commando, the remaining goblin, and the king attack A'letta. The king is first and rides past the oracle, swinging at her with his sword. She reacts first, though, and cripples his gecko mount with a well-aimed spear blow.
The king rides right past her, swinging, but his shortsword blow is deflected by her defensive stance. The other two goblins have no better luck, and their swings are just as ineffective.
The goblins surge against the wall again, a few of them managing to get rather high in their climbing efforts. The vines continue to entangle many of them, though.
Bruthazmus raises his bow once again, nocks another huge arrow, and lets fly at one of the guards.
The arrow strikes the guard, but only in the armpit, and the brave man continues to fight.
The goblins rush right past Kyra and Khalbar, although both manage to hit and kill one as one passes them. The goblins rush into the area just at the edge of the Central Quarter, but don't quite engage the guards.
Initiative:
Flibble - 20
A'letta - 18
Rhanloi - 18
Goblins - 17
Kyra - 10
Sandpoint Denizens - 10
Pick - 9
Khalbar - 9
Nualia's Evil Party - 0
Kyra glares at the hound, annoyed that it didn't take as much of a beating from her, and she rears back, swinging with both fists.
Victory seems closer after only but a few blows have been exchanged. Confident in her abilities, A'letta drops her defensive posture and uses her overwhelming size to overpower the goblin commando in front of her.
Pick bares his teeth at the goblin in front of him in a soft hiss, and swings his pick again to try and bring the commando down to join the common goblin on the floor.
Khalbar growls in triumph after killing the armored knight in one fell blow, seething with anger he targets the leader of the warparty, the evil aasimar. Leaping to engage her, he swings his bloody axe in a large arc bringing it down with all his might on her disfigured frame.
Pick continues his mortal combat with the goblins, but fails to persuade the second goblin to join his compatriot in death. I guess that's what you get when you have 8 Charisma.
Shalelu, on the other hand, proves quite adept at convincing people to die. She runs to a point away from the goblins and lets out a single shot at the standard goblin engaged with A'letta. The arrow goes right through the goblin at the neck and out the other side, sending the creature's eyes rolling back into its head and its body to the ground.
Sandpoint's walltop defenders push their crossbows out over the wall, firing down into the crowd of entangled and climbing goblins. The goblins aren't exactly as adept at dodging heavy bolts whilst wrapped in shrubbery and whilst climbing, and so five of them fall.
Khalbar roars and runs to engage Nualia, one of the last opponents outside of Sandpoint (now that the majority of the goblins have charged across the bridge to the other side). Raising his axe, he brings it down on her shoulder in a display of gore and blood. The aasimar woman grins at him through the pain. "You really have no idea of the wrath that Mother is going to call on you." she says, before she raises her falchion in response and slashes through his torso.
Kyra unleashes a world of pain on the hound in front of her, striking it in the neck with one precise blow. It coughs as Kyra feels blood vessels rupturing underneath her fists, and her second swing hits only empty air as the creature's head ducks.
The guardsmen, still without of melee combat, raise their crossbows and fire once more at the goblins. Their accuracy is not so good, as they're thrown off and unnerved by the presence of the goblins so close, and two goblins fall to the heavy bolts. As one, the men drop their crossbows and draw swords.
Ameiko circles around the hound in combat with Savah, drawing her fine mithril rapier as she goes. While moving, she opens her mouth and begins to sing a hauntingly beautiful song in a foreign language.
As Ameiko circles, Savah draws a shortsword and hacks at the hound before her, but when while flanking and inspired, she fails to strike the agile and demonic creature.
Ven has better luck, drawing a club, he manages to give the creature in front of him an impressively solid whack.
Hannah, engaged by several goblins, skewers one with a fine rapier in an impressive display of elegance.
Ilsoari backs away from the goblins, cautiously, but only a few feet. Then he raises his hands and lets a wave of flame wash over a half-dozen of the things.
There is a soft pitter-patter on the bridge, and then some disturbing of the dirt around the battlefield, but nothing is seen as Lyrie runs through the battle.
The yeth hounds rip mercilessly into their opponents..or at least, they try. Savah is too well-protected for her opponent to really do anything effective to her, and Kyra is still protected by the conjurative that Ilsoari placed on her. Ven, however, is still quite unlucky as his hound-opponent rips into his leg and pulls him to the ground. The shopkeeper yells in pain.
Initiative:
Flibble - 20
A'letta - 18
Rhanloi - 18
Goblins - 17
Kyra - 10
Sandpoint Denizens - 10
Pick - 9
Khalbar - 9
Nualia's Evil Party - 0
Following the goblins' charge, Rhanloi lets loose with a burst of colors and energies intended to distract and confuse the goblins.
Hitting the goblin king with his spell, he manages to stun the goblin king with his pretty lights.
Round 3!
Having successfully stunned the goblin king, Rhanloi decides it's time to protect himself, and casts mage armor. He then moves further back into the trees and away from direct combat...
Spear-woman presses the assault, but in doing so gives her away her next move. Somewhat clumsy thrusts and shieldbashes try to end the goblin's miserable existence..
Flibble flies overhead, swooping low over Bruthazmus to deliver a paralyzing douse of goop from a tanglefoot bag. Fortunately for Bruthazmus, he finds himself able to dance around enough to keep his feet glued to the ground.
A'letta presses her assault on the goblin warriors, stabbing one deeply with her spear. The goblin staggers back but keeps its resolve nontheless.
Rhanloi backs up and away from the battle, coating himself in the translucent protection of mage armor.
Infuriated at his entangled position, Bruthazmus draws back on his bow, swiveling, and fires a heavy shot at Flibble, who is quickly trying to fly away. However, the shot rebounds off of an invisible wall of force around Flibble.
Meanwhile, the the goblins finally swarm up and over the wall, gaining a few dozen footholds on the wall. Their dogslicers are drawn quickly, and a pair of guards, haplessly not wielding proper melee weapons, are slashed up mercilessly and thrown down the wall.
The goblin king is too stunned to fight, but his remaining guards engage Pick and A'letta in combat. A'letta is too well-defended, and with a preternatural sense of what the guard will do, to be struck. Pick, however, isn't so lucky as the commando's halberd tears into his flesh.
Many goblins have successfully clambered up over the wall into the northern quarter of the town, and have engaged in melee combat with the guards on the wall. Two guards have fallen.
The hordes of goblins finally engage in melee combat with Sandpoint's defenders. While the defenders as individuals are each much more powerful and puissant than an individual goblin, the goblins have numbers to their advantage and rush with their dogslicers over the defenders, leaving many cuts and scrapes and bringing down a pair of the guards.
Initiative:
Flibble - 20
A'letta - 18
Rhanloi - 18
Goblins - 17
Kyra - 10
Sandpoint Denizens - 10
Pick - 9
Khalbar - 9
Nualia's Evil Party - 0
Pick bares his teeth in something like a grin at the sight of the chief dropping his weapons and going still. He barely feels the slash of the halberd, focused instead on the leader of his enemies.
He tries to push past the commandos to reach the chief, ducking and weaving across the battlefield.
Thankful for the mage's spell, Khalbar takes the wound in stride, only bringing him to a higher fit of rage. Gritting his teeth, he shouts back at the devil-woman "We will send you back to your Mother, demon...in pieces!" Roaring, he raises his axe again, twirling it above his head, before crashing it down on the demonic girl once again
Kyra grits her teeth as she swings at the hound yet again.
Shalelu murmurs, "Okay, no more Ms. Nice Elf." when she sees the goblins engage in melee combat with her allies. Swiftly nocking three arrows and letting them fly at Ripnugget, only the first succeeds at penetrating the goblin's surprisingly nice armor, although it's a heartbreakingly accurate shot, hitting the goblin chieftain in the chest and causing the mounted fighter to drop from his saddle and onto the ground, still stunned.
Meanwhile, Pick growls at his opponent before twisting out of the commando's grasp and maneuvering to the prone and injured chieftain. He brings his pick down on the helpless opponent and hits the stunned chieftain in a vulnerable spot while he still can.
Soft footsteps and a barely-unseen force are all that can be detected in this area...
Except for the raging battle at the gate and northern wall, that is! The guards atop the wall and the guards atop the Cathedral team up and take down the goblins with hardly a trace of cowardice. Twelve goblins fall from atop the wall, surely to be soon replaced by more from below.
Kyra continues her mortal combat against the first yeth hound in front of her, but is somewhat clumsy with her initial efforts. Her first blow, an attempted low kick, ends up looking like a tantrum-fueled stomp on the ground, while the second ends up being a fairly powerful punch to the hound in the face. The hound wavers shakily, but stays standing.
The forces of Sandpoint, the eight remaining guards, draw swords and engage in melee combat with the goblin horde. Emboldened by Ameiko's song and given courage by the desperation of their situation, they manage to slay eight goblins.
Prone on the ground, Ven angrily swings for the hound in front of him, but his awkward position awards him nothing as he fails to injure the beast.
Savah and Ameiko, both flanking a third hound, each manage to strike at and injure the strange creature. For some reason, Ameiko's mithril rapier manages to harm the creature more than any other weapon has been seen to, but the creature remains quite healthy.
Hannah Velerin, reduced to melee combat with several goblins, attempts to skewer one and fails quite miserably at it.
Ilsoari calls on further fire magics while backing up a few more feet, and throws a searing ray of fire at the yeth hound that menaces Ven. However, the chaos of the battle and his shaky old limbs throw his aim off and the ray merely singes a nearby building.
The yeth hounds are merciless in their power. The one in front of Ven reaches down with powerful jaws and rips at his flesh, sending the shopkeeper into unconsciousness.
The one flanked by Ameiko and Savah snarls and delivers a shockingly powerful bite on Savah's torso, its teeth finally ripping through her fine armor. The creature rips and tears, and the weaponsmith falls into unconsciousness.
The third yeth hound, in combat with Kyra, finally gets a bite in through the protective magics that Ilsoari weaved over her, and rips greedily into her meat. She manages to keep her feet below herself, but .
Khalbar and Nualia continue their deadly dance of powerful two-handed blows. Khalbar first delivers his own with a snappy one-liner, slicing into the beautiful aasimar's flesh powerfully. The aasimar is too blinded by rage to reply, but delivers her own powerful blow on Khalbar with her falchion.
A powerful and canine form hoists itself out of the water at the docks district of the Southern Quarter, snarling and grinning at the nearby men before it chases one down and pounces, ripping the man's throat out with a single bite.
The guardsmen see, and word spreads quickly throughout the Quarter of a new enemy.
Initiative:
Flibble - 20
A'letta - 18
Rhanloi - 18
Goblins - 17
Kyra - 10
Sandpoint Denizens - 10
Pick - 9
Khalbar - 9
Nualia's Evil Party - 0
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Spiralling over the city, Flibble sees the goblins assault at the North wall pushed back, though he can see a fierce melee developing around Tanner's bridge. He quickly flies over to see if he can help stabilise the situation there.
Swooping down, he quickly see the strange dogs attacking the defenders. He looks for a knot of enemies to cast a spell on.
Seeing one of the goblin king's guards all alone, Rhanloi uses his hand of the apprentice to throw his quarterstaff at the creature. The staff flies true, hitting the commando and then instantly returning to Rhanloi's hand. "We must finish these nasty creatures off before the rest of the horde notices their leader is not back there anymore!" he mutters to himself...
A'letta continues her melee with the commando in front of her, but she's distracted by the stirring goblin king behind her and misses badly. The commando attempts to strike back, but A'letta preternatural reflexes show the Shoanti where he is going to strike just before he does, and so she dodges easily. Meanwhile, Rhanloi magically slings his quarterstaff at the other commando, slaying him with a simple bop to the head.
The goblin horde continues to surge against the wall, but it's lost a lot of its momentum, and many goblins are beginning to try to flee. Only three goblins make their way up the wall this time.
Bruthazmus attempts to free himself from Flibidnick's cloying ooze, and pulls at it, but his prodigious strength is not enough to get him out of the tanglefoot bag.
The eleven goblins on the wall are outmatched by the eight guardsmen on the wall, and manage to slay not a one of Sandpoint's finest this time around.
Central Quarter (Turandarok Academy, Sandpoint Theater, Red)
Flibidnick swoops low, moving fast atop his Roc, and flashes a group of goblins with pretty lights. Fascinated uncontrollably by the lights, they send a half-dozen of the goblins into epileptic convulsions, unconscious and stunned and out of the battle.
Initiative:
Flibble - 20
A'letta - 18
Rhanloi - 18
Goblins - 17
Kyra - 10
Sandpoint Denizens - 10
Pick - 9
Khalbar - 9
Nualia's Evil Party - 0
Despite taking two massive wounds, Khalbar is undeterred, his rage taking control of his body, forcing it to keep fighting. His axe is bloody whirlwind, continuing to batter adn slice at the demon-woman's form.
Pick bares his teeth in a silent snarl at the chief's blow, pain briefly whiting his vision. He tries to work with A'letta to keep the chief surrounded.
Kyra slams her fists into the hound once again, finally managing to end its life. Looking for her next victim, she takes inventory of the wounded. Seeing Flibble flying around above, she yells up to him. "We need more clerics here!"
Her eyes scan the battlefield, searching for Khalbar.