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Chammady 24
Goblin Group 2 20
Goblin Group 3 20
Idril 19
Goblin Group 1 16
Isorion 12
Avizzi 10
Tarkin 9
The Singing Goblin charges a young man defending his dog from the angry goblins. He runs him through and his goblin dog feasts on the fallen man's corpse.
A few goblins Ran inside a small local tavern and started to burn it from the inside, and are now stuck inside their self-made funeral pyre.
After exchanging a quick look with Avizzi Tarkin begins heading towards the chanting goblin striking at any Goblin who would block him. Sorin continues attacking goblins that are nearby Tarkin but not in his imediate area. I hope She doesn't slow us down Tarkin thinks as he notices the small girl now fighting alongside them.
Sorin
attacks talon x 2 bite
damage talons x 2 bite
Avizzi looks aside as the girl closes with them. "Best stay back unless you know what you're doing, lass!" he calls, searching for the source of the singing. Sure are strange ones, goblins. Noticing the rat-dog-riding goblin that's moved back toward the center of town, Avizzi lets out a bellowing roar. "" Then he dashes forward, running full-out, and launches himself into the air before coming down to strike the goblin with an outstretched fist.
Oh.. they're everywhere, the thought takes much of Chammady's concentration, in an act of willpower she suppresses the beginning panic. A thought suddenly raises in her mind, perhaps she could do something like she did in her dream. Focussing on the inner fire she begins an incantation accompanied by a complex pattern of movements. Feeling the same presence as in her dream. The air begins to dark around her and the stench of sulphur slowly increases.
Spells 3/4
Hp 15/15
Preparing his crossbow again he shoots a bolt in a hurry towards one of the approaching goblins. As soon as he saw the path of the bolt he made a mental note not to use the crossbow after wetting his lips with ale. Looking left and right for some extra help he wondered how many drinks did the town guard have over him.
Round 2__________
In the middle of the fight, Idril twirled at high speed through the goblins, her bladed scarf drifting out deceptively harmless looking towards a hapless goblin.
for a possible cutting damage.
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Chammady 24
Goblin Group 2 20
Goblin Group 3 20
Idril 19
Goblin Group 1 16
Isorion 12
Avizzi 10
Tarkin 9
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Chammady 24
Goblin Group 2 20
Goblin Group 3 20
Idril 19
Goblin Group 1 16
Isorion 12
Avizzi 10
Tarkin 9
The Mayor is continuing to fight off the Goblin dogs, while the purple sheriff is knocked unconscious with several goblin dog corpses around him.
The Singing Goblin continues his goblin rant as he charges a young girl and impales her on his wicked blade. His goblin dog trips the girls mother and continues to sate his ravenous appetite.
A drop of sweat runs down Chammady's face as she concentrates on the spell. Suddenly she feel a familiar yet alien presence. Before stands the black German Shepard, it's gleaming red eyes turned towards her. (Abyssal) "Go on she urges it" and the dog throws itself into the goblins before her. It is however to eager and misses.
She looks around and notices that both the men are gone a bit frustrated she rhetorical asks: (Abyssal) "Now who is letting who down?" Her hand flies to her mouth as she realises that she is not speaking common any more, fear rushes to her face and she retreats to two men.
As she flees she feels the inner warmth burning brighter than ever feasting on chaos of the skirmish. All the two men hears as she reaches them is a rhythm of sound foul and painful in their ears behind them stands the girl from before now angry.
Hp 15/15, spells 3/4
Looking up from the beaten earth where he landed, Avizzi scans the combat, noticing the girl and the sound. Strange noise, that. Shrugging, Avizzi scowls as he sees the singing goblin impale another of the townsfolk, this time a little girl. Once again, the man rushes forward, though this time he doesn't leap high in the air--he merely jumps high enough to ram into the goblin with a powerful headbutt. "Try someone a little tougher!" he cries as his forehead slams into the goblin's back, and then, after a moment, "Owww..."
Round 3___________________
Seeing the singing goblin engaged, and the Mayor in trouble, Idril will move to defend the Mayor.
Idril danced and twirled at high speed through the goblins, her bladed scarf drifting out deceptively harmless looking towards the vile goblins threatening the Sherrif and Mayor.
Idril throws a loop of scarf around a goblin...
for a possible cutting damage.
for a possible extra cutting damage.
... and pulls sharply; separating a head from a goblin body in a fountain of blood.
Seeing the massacre behind him coming from some kind of an unarmed monk and strangely enough the dancer he just tried to save with his spell. He shakes his head in disbelief, blaming the alcohol vapors again for what he is seeing. After putting the crossbow on his back he casts a sleep spell on one of the goblins nearby judging that a prisoner might be useful.
tarkin swings to finish off his opponent for damage. Then continues toward the singing goblin
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The Goblins fight on even after loosing their Singing Commander, continuing to attempt to plunder the town of food, and kill any dogs or horses they encounter.
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Goblin Group 2 20
Goblin Group 3 20
Idril 19
Goblin Group 1 16
Isorion 12
Avizzi 10
Tarkin 9
Round 4
Some goblins attempt to seek vengeance for their fallen commander and attack Avizzi
but they both fail to connect.
The Citizens are able to put out some of the fires set by the Goblins and are holding them at bay with pitchforks.
With Idril's help the Mayor finishes off the pack of goblin dogs that were harassing the townsfolk and attempts to revive the purple sheriff.
The goblin Tarkin missed bravely attempts a counter attack If that hits damage
Avizzi laughs as the goblins swing at him, though he has to shake his head to clear the ringing from his headbutt. "That all you have?" He lashes out with a brace of quick punches at the goblins.
The demon dog at the other goblin group slowly turns translucent and finally disappears leaving only the stench of sulphur behind.
Chammady looks at the two men eagerly fighting the goblins before them. What can I do? I don't want to get close to those foul creatures, she thinks.
Deciding that It would properly be better to wait she prepaires to strike should a goblin approach her.
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Hp:15/15, Spells 3/4
Action: Delay action, strike first goblin approaching.
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In a desperate attempt to keep the goblins at bay Isorian pulled up his dagger from his right boot and thrown it at one of the goblins. Seeing how bad he missed and feeling too tired to cast any decent spell he decided to call it for a day, feeling lucky that his head didn't end as a goblin trophy.
He turned away from the goblins initially wanting to retreat to the inn but changed his path towards the monk (Avizzi) feeling more secure in the presence of such fighters.
Round 4___________________
"Ha! Do you see what you have sown you Goblin filth? Now reaps the whirlwind named Idril!" She crows, hubris in action.
Idril will seek out another goblin attacker and dance by it, her bladed scarf drifting out deceptively harmless towards it.
for a possible cutting damage.
"Hahaha! That's right, run!" Avizzi calls, picking up a rock and lobbing it without much aim at one of the retreating goblins. Turning to the others in the fight, the man folds his arms, still grinning. "Well, that's what I call a celebration! To the nearest tavern, drinks on me!" So saying, the big Ulfen plucks a flask from his body and knocks back a shot, raising the container to the heavens before replacing it. "Er... Where is the nearest tavern?"
"..'ey retreat" Chammady says, her voice returning to a pitch more human and a language understood. Looking around she smiles a tired smile at the different ways the people standing around her celebrates the victory. Grinning at Avizzi's question, she points at the direction of the Rusty Dragon Inn. "You'll want a better tavern than the nearest. The Rusty Dragon Inn is that direction," she answers.
I better find Mom and Dad and let them know I'm fine, she realizes and in a bout of joy waves at the others to head of in the direction she expects to find her parents.
The big Ulfen man looks at Chammady with a slightly questioning look, but he doesn't say anything about the odd noises in the fight. I'd probably just foul up any questions and get her mad. "Thanks for the tip--care to join us?"
Hearing the question she stops and turns to look at the Ulfen. Thinking for a second she answers: "I might, we'll see." And then she is off again.
"That's right! Run away from Idril you sewer rats! HA! Ha ha ha ha ha..." She abruptly stops, realizing the excessive hubris.
Idril dramatically flicks the blood from her bladed scarf with a whipcrack, before demurely wrapping around her shoulders again.
Abruptly realizing that there had been an attack, Idril starts to aid those injured; she is especially interested in the fate of Master Cyrdak.
The man shrugs at the girl, then turns in the direction she pointed and raises a fist in the air. "TO THE RUSTY DRAGON!" he calls, striding off, sure he'll find his way there eventually.
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A cowering man comes out from behind a barrel where he was hiding and begins to thank Avizzi still on his knees. Thank you Sir, thank you! By the Gods I thought I would perish if not for you! He stands up when he hears the Rusty Dragon mentioned Yes! Come to the Rusty Dragon! Your drinks are on me! I am Aldern Foxglove at your service. The foppish man says with a bow.
"Er, thanks!" Avizzi says to the man, mildly set back by the profuse thanks, but quickly resetting himself. "But I insist that I'll pay for my own drinks, at least."
Putting a hand on Avizzi's shoulder like they were friends from days of old the sorcerer added his thoughts on the matter before the monk would have the time to completely ruin the opportunity: "Agh, don't be silly my friend, you deserve it! WE deserve it! After all the fighting we've been through saving the mayor and... livestock."His gaze dropped on Foxglove "Of course we'll accept the free drinks"
"TO THE RUSTY DRAGON!"
Turning at the shout, Idril realized that she had used a lot of energy in a very short time and was really tired. A drink at a local watering hole might be just the ticket. She sashayed off in the direction the man who shouted gestured to.
Avizzi grins at both the half-elf and the woman who walks over. "Alright, alright, Master Foxglove here can foot the bill. Now, TO THE RUSTY DRAGON! Seriously, this time." The Ulfen moves off once more.
When you enter the Rusty Dragon a woman approaches the party You were magnificent! Thank you for your help, I would be honored to have you stay at my Inn no charge needed. Barmaids and the barkeep are removing dead goblins from the Inn, apparently Ameiko and her crew are capable of protecting themselves.
"Looks like you folks had as good a time as we did," Avizzi chortles, and he immediately sets to work helping with the cleanup of corpses. "And I'd be honored to stay at your inn free of charge!"
Chammady is still high on the adrenalin as she finds her parents safe and sound. Relieved that their little girl is unharmed, they yield and let her go out and celebrate.
Recalling the invitation to join the two men at the Rusty Dragon Chammady, still reliving the fight in her mind, makes her way to the inn. On her way her thoughts keeps circling the fact that she made that beast appear out of thin air, it troubles her, almost as troubling was the fact that she lost her voice, well not lost but couldn't speak.
She slips into the Dragon through the service entrance, her usual way, jumping aside as Morgan, one of her colleagues rolls a goblin out. "Looks like you had quite the night Morgan," she smile a the woman. Entering the common room she soon spots Ameiko. She closes in on the owner and embraces her: "I was so worried Ameiko. Thought the goblins might have gotten you." She turns to Avizzi and smiles. "I see you found it, good. Is the offer to join you still open?
Heaving another goblin out the door, Avizzi turns to the girl and grins. "Sure is! The offer never closes!"
Minutes after entering the inn Isorian, delighted that he could finish the day with mug of free ale, was trying to share his version of the attack with one of the barmaids: And there I was, surrounded by goblins on all sides. So, first thing I do was protect the helpless ladies with a spell cast from one arm, with the other shooting my trusted crossbow at the mangy goblins, which were falling like leaves on an autumn breeze. Then, I ran to save the mayor, finishing the last of the critters in one shot with a dagger throw.
A barmaid rolls her eyes after listing to Isorion carry on and continues about her rounds. After a few hours the tavern clears up and Ameiko lets her barmaids and barkeep go home.Thanks again for the help tonight, most travelers ran or hid at the first sight of those goblins. I will keep watch tonight and I know the Mayor has an extra patrol scheduled anyway. Feel free to get some rest.
Idril will share wild stories with everyone, laugh along with Avizzi and Isorion, drink to excess and then go up to bed really late.
Despite his suggestion of hitting the tavern and the numerous flasks on his body, Avizzi doesn't seem to drink to far excess. Certainly, he is able to put away quite a number of drinks, but whether due to his sheer size or a presumable familiarity with alcohol, the Ulfen never quite seems to be "drunk." However, he certainly laughs and celebrates like the rest of the group.
When the night's festivities are done, the man helps others to their beds within the inn, and nods to Ameiko. "Thanks for the night, and the stay." With that, he rolls out his sleeping mat on a spot by the fire in the common room and lies down on his back, hands clasped behind his head, drifting off to sleep after a final swig of ale. Sandpoint... Nice place.
Chammdy joins the others at their table. She is well into her first ale as Idril finishes her first story, she joins the others the loud approval of the bard's ability and presses her for another one. She smiles at Isorion's story, lets the man brag without indicating her amusement. After having finished her second ale the inn is closed and she decides to head home.
The sorceror starts drinking on a par with Avizzi but feeling dizzy he gives up after a couple of drinks. Avoiding bringing up the goblins into conversation he listens to Idril's stories and adds one or two of his own enjoing the company of the persons at the table, including the silent girl who joined a bit later. He returns to his inn barely keeping his balance.
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In the morning Sheriff Hemlock comes to the Rusty Dragon to seek out the party, he is no longer purple.I come looking for the Heros that saved our town. Father Zantus told me that the tomb of our late Priest Father Tobyn has been vandalized. I would ask that you accompany me to investigate it further.
Drinking her morning herbal tea, Idril looks up, a little startled.
"What? A vandalized tomb? What could we..." She gets out before being elbowed by one of the others.
Chammady is still not working at her normal pace as the sheriff enters the inn. It was difficult getting up this morning and even though she only drank two mugs her head is just a bit heavy. She stops her serving as the sheriff speaks, a plate floats in front of its recipients nose as the words settles. "Less daydreaming and more serving Little Chammady, my food is getting cold," the hungry patron remarks in a good mood. "Sorry Will, still sleeping," she smiles back and place the food on the table and finishes.
She walks over the to sheriff, serving tray under her arm. "I'm sorry sheriff what?" she asks looking a bit perplexed.
Just arrived at the inn, the sorcerer listened thoughtfully to what the sheriff had to say. If you are afraid of a curse still applying on those who search his tomb then... He paused considering his decision carefully. I volunteer to help you. Was there something of slight value in his resting place?
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I do not believe their is a curse, at least I hope not. I have all my other deputies patrolling or resting from an extra patrol, I can use all the help I can get. Word on the street is you all assisted in getting rid of the goblins so I came here. I will offer each of you a silver coin and my thanks for accompanying me to the tomb.
Idril looked at the open door wistfully. Without word from Master Cyrdak, she was at somewhat loose ends without a festival to perform at.
"Well, yes. I can certainly accompany you."
She looked at the Sheriff a little more sharply. It just seemed odd that the Sheriff would need such an escort. Vandals usually did their dirty work and fled. What was he not telling them?
Stretching and grunting as he rises, Avizzi asks for some water and bread for his breakfast. Munching thoughtfully, the man grins and sets them down as the Sheriff requests help. "Sure thing," the Ulfen says, popping his back once more as he leans forward to touch his toes. "No silver, though--the adventure is reward enough!"