"Invigorating! I do so love the smell of chemicals in the sun! Smells like... Burnt Goblins, actually. Quite repugnant. Nevermind." Wits brushes himself off and moves over to the wagon to retrieve the scared inventor. "Come on out, now. All is safe. Slight mishap. No need to hold any grudges. I mean, the goblins would have eaten you! I just singed you a bit..."
Emanual looks around at the others, " Good fighting friends". He turns his head a bit listening to the cries coming from other parts of the city? "Shall we see what other fun there is to be had?" Emanual turns and gets ready to go in search of the singing, waiting for the others to make any preparations they need.
Ninian abandons any aspirations of questioning these goblins with more potential ruckus going on down the street. He limps over towards the others who were involved in the melee. "Nice fighting folks." He regards the little gnome with a sense of trepidation but nods, then answers Emanual. "Perhaps we should. After you."
Ha ha ha!! I like it! Nothing like a good fight to build up an appetite! Come, let us kill goblins and feast all night! When the others look ready, Emanual will make his way towards the singing.
"Of course we should help the others! I have the most amazing explosives that I've been dying to try out. Of course, it's usually frowned upon to blow things up in town, but with the cover of goblins anything goes! Let's hurry!" Wits takes off toward the loudest sounds of struggle, pulling flasks of vile colored liquids from his pockets.
Luc bandages his wound as best he can untrained and follows the group toward the singing. "Those damn goblins need killing"
"Hell it's the only thing the little bastards are good for. Let's go. Name's Reynard by the way."
As Ninian hobbles as quickly has he can, cane tap-tapping along the cobblestones to keep up with the newly formed troupe, he is reminded of his manners by the ranger. "My friends call me Dean."
"Reynard, Dean...Luc at your service, please excuse the blood."
Emanual here, pleasure to fight with you all.
"Let's go kill us some gobs."
The sound of singing is coming from the South, and so you follow High Street in that direction. As you move off, there is a large explosion from up ahead, and you see 5 Goblins moving towards you.
The first four are indistinguishable from the ones you just fought, their too-big heads teetering on small bodies, and their gaping maws full of teeth and manic glee. Oh, except for the flaming brands they carry. The last one stands behind. It is this one that sings, and it carries a whip in addition to it's dogslicer.
Ninian reaches for his hand crossbow.
Init
Emanual will charge the nearest goblin if one is on range. It's dinner time boys!!
Initiative:
Realizing he forgot his crossbow on the ground, Luc pulls out his rapier and readies an action to strike the first goblin that engages him in melee.
Realizing he forgot his crossbow on the ground, Luc pulls out his rapier and readies an action to strike the first goblin that engages him in melee.
Ninian points his cane at the goblins and mutters, "Destruction to you vile murderous creatures!" Then he readies his air-powered crossbow and advances towards the goblins.
Reynard sights his crossbow, aiming for the chanting little freak behind the others and fires.
Emanual will run 80 ft towards the goblins.
Wits will run 60 feet toward the goblins this round, huffing and puffing and end up out of breath and making wheezing noises.
As Ninian picks up speed, his limp seems to disappear.
Luc moves up 30' and takes a shot at a goblin not engaged in melee.
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As the two groups close, the warchanter remains further behind the other goblins, obviously using them as cover.
Luc and Raynard's bolts both glance off the cloathing/armour of their targets to no effect.
The goblins don';t think to get ranged weapons ready, instead they chatter and giggle to themselves as they move closer. Not quite realising that they probably have left themselves within striking range of the men coming towards them.
Emanual will charge the nearest goblin.
"Have at them boys!"
Cursing to himself Reynard releases another bolt at the warchanter.
"Now that's more like it."
Wits moves 20' closer to a goblin, and pulls out another flask of bright purple liquid. He begins to move the flask back and forth in front of the goblin's eyes. "Oh, you like that, do you? Like the pretty colored liquid, do we? Keep an eye on the pretty liquid now, my pet. Keep watching it."
Bluff check to enthrall the goblin:
Ninian takes aim at one of the goblins that is not in melee and pushes the button that releases the bolt. With the air pressure released, the bolt hurls out of the end of the barrel with a woosh and screams with a howl towards the goblin; as if powered by divine wrath...
Apparently the first crossbow any of us fires this game is predetermined to miss. And max damage too by jove. Grrr.
"You have one more try in you, or I'm ditching you", says Luc, referring to his new crossbow, as he load a new bolt and aims at a goblin not in melee.
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"Aaargh!", as he throws crossbow on floor.
As the goblins charge forward, Emanual rushes to meet them, his great sword swinging in a great arc, to take the head off his first foe. It's small, waist-coated form teeters for a moment, headless, and then crashes to the ground.
Witz moves forward, slowly closing with a goblin, and talking to it. It tilts it's head to one side, and then pulls it's dog slicer, runs forward and slams it into his arm.
Ninian and Luc both fire their corssbows, and moth miss the moving targets by a wide margin. Luc throws his shiny new, brass plated model to the floor, causing the air tank to dent on the cobbles, and a small hiss of gas to escape.
The remaining two goblin soldiers both charge at Emanual, seeing their friend taken out has caused them to want revenge, they wave their dog slicers manically, but after a few seconds lines of blood run onto the cobbles.
The final goblin, the warchanter stops, and swings a shortbow round from it's back, nocking an arrow, it fires at Raynard as it sees him taking aim in return. The goblin's arrow sails remarkably true, finding a gap in Raynard's armour and doing a surprising amount of damage . Raynards return shot is just as accurate, causing the small goblin to stagger backwards...
Dean curses as his bolt flies wild. He maneuvers another five feet towards his target as he pulls out a tumbling bolt from its case and seats it in the cradle of the crossbow. The goblin is moving fast, so he concentrates his wrath on it and squeezes the lever, sending another bolt tumbling towards the little beastie.
He screams damnations at his crossbow, cursing at it with every gods name he can think of.
Reynard growls in anger as the arrow sinks in, quickly loading another bolt and loosing it at the troublesome goblin. The movement causes the arrow to bite in throwing his aim way off.
"Die a slow death, you worthless pile of metal!" He then draws his rapier and charges one of the two gobins engaged in melee with Emanual.
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HP: 5/10
"Stupid bleeding goblin! That HURT!" Wits swears and curses, steps back five feet and wings the flask at the goblin...
Attack: ranged touch
Damage: fire and 5 splash damage
EDIT: Confirm Crit:
Damage to add if crit:
HP: 7/12
To Luc: How about a hearty stew for dinner? I saw some herbs outside of town that should go very well with fresh venison. Stick to your ribs I tell you.
Emanual swings at another goblin as he yells over the noise.
had to edit the damage dice. i forgot the / in the text
Witz's flask hits a goblin in the face, showing it with volatile, and apparently very stick goo, that instantly ignites. The goblin burns brighter than the sun, for a moment, and then falls to the ground as the light subdues, and lies screaming in pain. . The splash also ignites the goblin next to it, causing more damage, as it throws itself to the ground and struggles to roll out the flames
Meanwhile, the final goblin runt is cloven in twain by Emanual's sword, even as Luc's rapier gets tangled in it's waistcoat.
Raynard, and Ninian both let off rounds from their corssbows, but again, to no effect. The Warchanter appears charmed to the point of rudeness.
The warchanter nocks another arrow and lets fly at Raynard, just as two more goblins run up behind him from a side street. The are still around 60ft away and they carry flaming sticks, in place of dog slicers...
Emanual will try his luck with his crossbow, taking aim at one of the torch bearing goblins.
Ninian curses again as his bolt lands on the cobblestones harmlessly, shimmies forward another half a dozen feet while reloading his crossbow, takes aim at the warchanting goblin, and lets off another tumbling bolt with a woosh from this hand crossbow. He mumbles a plee to Cayden Caileen, asking him to help his judgement let his bolt fly true.
In case anyone is wondering, the AB is 0 BAB + 3 Dex +1 Point Blank Shot + 3 Judgement to get the +7; Dmg is 1d4 for the hand x-bow, +1 Point Blank Shot, + 3 Judgement for a +6
Luc charges the warchanter, yelling back at Emanual, "Sounds tasty, hope dinner is on you!"
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