As promised, Baldrek moves next to the shaman, with a grim smile in his face.
[Whistles softly at Meurasold's strong blow]
"That has to hurt."
Meurasold, full of hatred and rage, kills one of his two opponents.
Baldrek's strike miss his intended target, and the impact of his earth breaker demolish some furniture
Mary, when her turns comes, refreshes the hex on the gobbo.
Katara is still caught in the fear of that spell and keeps fleeing.
Zurka proceed to work his eldritch magic on the goblin bodyguard, first touching him then striking him with his blade..
Aralu reloads her crossbow, steps forward and
Aralu's bolt again miss her target.
the goblin spellcaster uses his falchion on Baldrek, and this time hits the tiefling!
Mary curses goblin again
Meurasold's opponents doesn't manage to hit him, and Zurka's opponent isn't more lucky, but the attack wastes the magus spell.
And Katara runs away...
The goblin's attack takes Baldrek umprepared for such incredible blow.
You luck bastard...
He feels his own blood running through his arms.
"This is getting interesting, creature!"
Meurasod continues his goblin onslaught and moves over to interpose himself between his felled companion and the goblins. "The longer you stay, the sooner you die" he shouts as his war axe cleaves through goblin bone. The bloodrage fueling his fury, the dwarf's chest heaved with each passing second, as if he was going to explode like the strange knight.
Zurka snarls in frustration as he feels the spell energies dissipate with the goblin still standing. He thrusts hard at the bodyguard again seeking to end the combat.
If by her turn pink still stands, Mary casts a -2 AC hex on the gobbo.
If not, she moves to behind Arule and cast a -2 attack on yellow gobbo.
Aralu reloads and steps further into the room and mutters some arcane words, pointing at Goroks prone body.
Baldrek wounds his foe, while Aralu spell keep Gorok alive.
The shaman tries to strike back, but this time the Tiefling dodges the blade, still partially covered in his own blood
Mary continues to curse the goblin, as his feeble will makes him an easy prey
Zurka's foe tries to hit the pale fighter, but fails, as the pale warrior counter-attack
Meanwhile Meurasold is hit by a lucky strike, despite Mary's curse
This infuriate the dwarf enough to kill the goblin in one hateful strike
Katara is far away now...
Couldn't let him die before I have the power to raise him'
Aralu takes aim again and shoots at the shaman.
Zurka glances at the unexpected help from the tiefling in battle with the shaman before continuing his attacks on the bodyguard.
;
Mary renews the -2 attack hex on the yellow gobbo.
If he's dead before she can, it's on the shaman.
Meurasod slowly advanced on the closest goblin, his teeth gritted in a quiet rage. His eyes were focused on the goblin, and the tiefling didn't even register to him. His hatred of the little green monsters distracted him from everything else. He swung his axe at the latest foe, but the blood flowing out of his own wounds was enough to weaken his swing.
Enraged, Baldrek again attacks the goblin in front of him.
Sturdy fellow this one...
Perhaps he was to eager, perhaps the blood from his wounds made his grip loose, but after this unsuccessful swing, his might hammer slipped from his hands, crossing the room, laving Baldrek empty handed.
Baldrek loses his massive weapon, surpring Aralu, who misses her target...
Baldrek barely dodges the shaman's falchion; meanwhile, Mary curses another goblin
But neither Meurasold or Zurka hits, or is hit.
Katara's breath came out in heavy pants as she cursed herself repeatedly.
Zurka continues his assault on the goblin...
Baldrek looks at his weapon on the floor but decides to use his other weapons. He has sharp claws, a fact that many ignore... he just hoped the goblin was one of them.
Aralu reloads and fires at the shaman again.
Mary throws a -2 AC hex on the shaman.
Seeing the goblin still standing after his swing enraged the dwarf even further. He glared at the goblin through the anger in his eyes and swung his war axe at the center of the goblin, trying to reduce the goblin's ability to dance out of harm's way. The dwarf was resolute in his ways, one of them was not leaving this room alive.
Baldrek's second claw sends the shaman bleeding on the ground.
The last goblin is in shock, and stop fighting as his leader is down.
Of course, this group doesn't intend to take prisoners.
Aralu, who was ready to fire another bolt at the shaman, changes her target, aiming at Zurka's opponent, who is cursed by Mary.
But unfortunatly, there are too much people around the goblin to fire correctly. Beside, Meurasold kills his foe, in a powerful fit of rage.
The battle is done...The looting can begin!
Mary lets her hand glow once again with purplish light.
Baldrek sees as Mary cures the dwarf. He slowly takes his hammer from the ground.
"Soo... could you spare some love to me also, girl?" He looks around. "We are friends right?" Baldrek smiles... a cold smile, one that someone used to fake his feelings gives instinctively, like breathing.
Baldrek is a tall and muscled tiefling with a strong devil blood heritage. He has reddish and scaled skin, some small horns in his head, a strong tail, clawed feet and hands and yellow eyes. He wears an old lamellar armor made of leather, a belt filled with tools and weapons and a heavy overall with a hood to hide his horns and tail when it is necessary. At his hands is his father’s old sledge that still bears Torag’s symbol.
Meurasod kneels down on one knee and begins breathing heavily. "Thanks lass, that's much appreciated" he says to Mary. With the Bloodrage abated, he looks around at the carnage in the room, and smiles. "Filthy dung nuggets" he mutters to himself. After catching his breath, he stands up and begins walking around the room, finishing off any goblin that may not yet have passed on to the next world, never taking his eye off the latest arrival.
"We should keep one of them alive, he might know something usefull"
Aralu looks at Mary "could you also heal Gorok, my reservs are a bit low right now"
Zurka sheaths his rapier wordlessly as he appraises the tiefling coolly. "Friends? I think not. Allies? Perhaps. What is your business here?" He asks softly.
Baldrek agrees.
"Right, allies then, no problem at all. I'm here just to... have fun, see?" Baldrek points to the dead goblins. "That was nice. I'm a simple man with simple goals and pleasures."
Baldrek changes his attentions to the dwarf, making sure he is not surrounding him.
"My name is Baldrek Zar'Zaron, from Davarn in the Five Kings Mountains. Where are you all from? We are allies, right? We can know each other..."
Not knowing these people, Baldrek tries to act normally...
But everyone notices the is not normal... he is as cold as a fish. He is a sociopath.
Katara eventually gets back panting lightly. Seeing the fight over, as she thought it would be she was just glad that the others were still alive.
Seeing the tiefling as they were talking she kept quiet seeing what the others would say wondering how they were treating him.
"I am Aralu Darkstone and my goal is to surpass my father's biggest acivement. You are a tiefling?"
"For you, big red? We're hardly aquainted.", she says with a smile, though with a clearly cautious shine in her eyes.
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Aralu looks at Mary "could you also heal Gorok, my reservs are a bit low right now"
"My reserves are empty for the time being.
I still have one for you though."She kneels next to Gorok, ripping a shred of sleeve from the KO alchemist.
"Then I will use some of my magic"
"You kill goblins well enough. Name's Meurasod, and where I'm from is my business. You're welcome to tag along with us so long as you keep proving useful. That's a mighty nice weapon you got yourself there, but you don't look like no dwarf to me. You a follower of Torag?" the dwarf asks while cleaving the head off of a dead goblin. "Never can be too sure when it comes to goblins."
"I am Aralu Darkstone and my goal is to surpass my father's biggest acivement. You are a tiefling?"
Baldrek nods and smiles.
"Indeed I am, girl... and quite a cursed one! My bloody father, gave me this reddish skin, claws, horns, tail... the whole package."
Baldrek cuts some straps from the goblins cloth to clean the blood dripping from his arm and looks at Mary.
"My mother was one of you, Varisian. Never saw her face, but if all of you are as pretty as you are, my father must have a hellish visage for me to be born like this." He smiles coldly and points to the half-orc. "Is she dead?"
"You kill goblins well enough. Name's Meurasod, and where I'm from is my business. You're welcome to tag along with us so long as you keep proving useful. That's a mighty nice weapon you got yourself there, but you don't look like no dwarf to me. You a follower of Torag?" the dwarf asks while cleaving the head off of a dead goblin. "Never can be too sure when it comes to goblins."
"I'm not, but I was raised by one, Ikbalt Iorobarn, a paladin of Torag. This was his hammer... my only heritage."
I tiny bit of emotion can be seen when Baldrek talks about Ikbalt.
"Oh, big red's a flatterer too."
"She is still alive."
"So you are adopted too, my birth parents abbadoned me, when it became apparent that the spirits of the restless dead are drawn to me. Father is not alive, but well"
"and tieflings are highly fascinating, espedicaly their inner working, from a perspective of natural philosophie, some rather unique solutions to problems most creatures have to deal with."
"Well, with our introductions done, what say we check what is on these goblins' corpses, before we head onwards? They may yet carry some items that are of use."
Katara would help search the goblins and the room.
"So, do we rest or push on? I do not know how everyone's wounds are going to hold up or magics."
"resting would be fine by me"
"I agree."
Mary walks up to the newcomer.
"If you're fighting alongside us, you need to be in better shape, big red."
[Cue purple glow]
"While I have expended most of my magics, I can still press on." Zurka replies. "I do not relish the idea of resting in here. Plus too consider our mission."
"I say we return to town. We should take Gorok back to see the healers. Rest up and return in the morning. Whatever is here can wait one more day, I don't think it's going anywhere. Besides, I'm hungry, and those halflings make a mean meal. No point in rushing forward unprepared. That's how people die, and I have no wish to die." He looks around at everyone for a moment. "Anyone find anything?"
Baldrek feels the itchiness of the healing. He loved it, he always did... it was even one of the reasons that he did not care to get hurt in the first place. With a flourish, Baldrek bows to Mary and kisses her hand.
"Thank you, beauty! I'm as good as new and can keep going... but if you decide to go back to town, so be it."
Saying this, he changes his attentions to the bodies on the ground, searching for anything useful, especially the one that exploded... looking for anything that could be salvaged and used in a trap.
I aught to exert caution, many a flatterer has ulterior motives.
Mary smiles, with a playful twinkle in the eye.
"For one swinging viciously with that hammer, big red, you've got more manners than many a man i've met."