Yelena runs towards an area she believes she can draw the most attention, and calls for a bucket brigade to fight the fire. Several people start to move towards her, and you can see there are others already near the fire, fighting it and removing other flammable materials from the vicinty.
Pietro reloads and fires his crossbow at the warchanter. His shot misses the mark, as she moves up towards Gimble and Torillan.
The warchanter moves up, her whip cracking the air, and she snaps it off of Rogar's arm.
Gimble's ray hits the warchanter, and she stumbles, rubbing her eyes to clear them.
The goblin pyro leaps over Khalad's low swing, right into the hammer blow from Rogar. The blow flips the little menace over, and he lands in a heap, dead.
Torillan's blow ends the pyro-clastic career of the goblin pyro in front of him.
Yelena 22, bless, wounded
Pietro 13, bless
Warchanter 12, inspired
Gimble 11, bless
Khalad 11, bless, wounded
Torillan 9, bless, wounded
Rogar 4, bless, wounded
Gimble takes a step back from the goblin warchanter. ”Ardourad-nen,” he intones as he makes a mystical gesture. A small orb of sizzling green liquid explodes from his hand and flies toward the warchanter.
Attack Roll: (includes -4 penalty for firing into melee)
Damage:
Torillan approaches the goblin leader in full stride. Hefting his shield, Torillan attacks...
Khalad strides right up to the warchanter and kicks her hard.
"Gather round....we need help with the bucket brigade to put out these fires!!!"
Diplomacy:
Splashed with acid, tripped, and skewered with 4.5 feet of steel, the warchanter dies with a final ...we be goblins, you be food... gurgling from her lips.
The bucket brigade forms up quickly with the help of Rogar and Yelena. Led by Father Zantus, two dozen townsfolk get the bucket-line going. The good Father himself answers Yelena's question, 'Hrm. Yes, there is sporadic fighting all over the town, mostly with individual goblins who seem to have run about on their own. I saw one drown himself in a barrel of fish, too busy chasing a dog to notice the lid was missing.' He breaks into a grim smile, and you'd laugh if it weren't for the bodies of several townspeople laying about the square.
He looks Yelena in the eye. 'The insanity that is the goblin. This seems too much for them though...'
'Where are there any groups, Father? I'll be of more use preventing further damage than carrying a bucket here.'
Rogar holds up his holy symbol to Torag."By Torag's might!!!", a burst of energy emanating from Rogar sweeps out in a 30 foot radius healing those in its wake (including himself).
Rogar looks at the bodies of the townspeople laying around. Having not met Father Zantus yet, Rogar addresses him"That is true sir. What would cause a small band of golins to attack a town like this, especially with all these people around? Normally they are cowards! They must be insane." Rogar introduces himself to Father Zantus. "I am Rogar, son of Losk, Cleric of Torag. What can we do to help?"
'Where are there any groups, Father? I'll be of more use preventing further damage than carrying a bucket here.'
'Where are there any groups, Father? I'll be of more use preventing further damage than carrying a bucket here.'
'Where are there any groups, Father? I'll be of more use preventing further damage than carrying a bucket here.'
'Where are there any groups, Father? I'll be of more use preventing further damage than carrying a bucket here.'
'Desna bless you, Khalad my boy.' He says. 'But I can't answer that. As I said, I've only seen individual goblins...aside from the groups you and your friends have dealt with.'
Rogar looks at the bodies of the townspeople laying around. Having not met Father Zantus yet, Rogar addresses him"That is true sir. What would cause a small band of golins to attack a town like this, especially with all these people around? Normally they are cowards! They must be insane." Rogar introduces himself to Father Zantus. "I am Rogar, son of Losk, Cleric of Torag. What can we do to help?"
Father Zantus turns towards you. 'Well met, Rogar, son of Losk. I wish that we had met at a better time, but now that you are here, I will need your help caring for those townspeople that may need it. The need will be great, I fear.'
Khalad looks around for any signs of combat as he walks towards the edge of the square.
Father Zantus turns towards you. 'Well met, Rogar, son of Losk. I wish that we had met at a better time, but now that you are here, I will need your help caring for those townspeople that may need it. The need will be great, I fear.'
Unless something more pressing comes up Rogar will help Father Zantus tend to the wounded, "Lead the way Father...I'm right behind you."
The chaos begins to abate as the fire brigade starts to gain the upper hand on their charge. People reappear slowly at first, but soon the square begins to fill with a growing buzz of voices. Most of the townspeople are asking some version of the same question: 'What just happened here?'
Khalad waves towards his companions, points towards the white deer and then runs off.
He runs to get around to the back of the building as quickly as he can. Axe in hand.
As Torillan sees Khalad knock down the goblin, he jabs down with his sword, impaling the little beast to the ground. He wrenches it out with a twist, revelling in the gurgles coming from the creature.
Looking around, he sees Yelena gathering the townsfolk attempting to put out the fire near the church. After cleaning his sword on the goblins' tunic, Torillan rushes over to see if he can help. He arrives in time to hear Rogar finish his prayer, and a feeling of comforting warmth washes over him.
Opening his eyes again, he notices Khalad waving to the group, pointing north. Khalad then runs off to the north of the square, so Torillan quickly follows.
"Khalad!! Wait up!" he shouts.
Gimble sees his new comrades run off, and hurries after them as quickly as he can.
"Excuse me Father...looks like we have a little more trouble! Be right back." Rogar takes out after the group.
You take your leave of Father Zantus, working your way through the smoke towards the White Deer Inn. The Inn is a three-story structure, with a ground floor of stone and upper floors of wood.
As you approach, your attention is drawn to two life-sized deer, handcarved from white birch, astride the entyway to the inn. Any marvel you may have over the craftsmanship is quickly dashed when you hear a dog's vicious barking, and the cackle of goblins from behind the Inn.
The alley between buildings is the quickest way back, and as you round the corner, you can see the cause of the commotion. A goblin sitting on a mangy looking creature, kind of a cross between a rat and a dog, has just finished killing a large hunting hound. The goblin pulls his chopper from the carcass, as his mount rips out a large chunk of flesh, spraying blood. A half-dozen goblins are peering from nearby hiding places, cheering on their champion.
You can see a human male, hiding behind some barrels across the lane, looking on in terror.
SURPRISE ROUND
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SURPRISE ROUND
Gimble moves up next to Rogar and yells
Distracted by the mortal combat between dog and champion, the goblins do not see you run up from the alley. In fact, they are too preoccupied with ensuring the dog is dead...that is until Gimble yells out something in their screechy language. When they turn to see who it was, they find you right on top of them.
Yelena is the only one prepared to for an attack, and her quarrel flies true, hitting her target in the gut, burying itself deep in its abdomen. The rest of you move into position, ready to end this next threat.
Yelena 26: empty crossbow
Torillan 20: sword ready
Rogar 20: hammer ready
Gimble 19: weapon?, many angry gobs
Pietro 18: sneaking behind bush, waiting for something to enter the kill zone.
Khalad 18: axe ready
Goblin champion 8: horsechopper ready
Goblin Dog 8: horrific smell
Goblins 7: dog slicers ready
Khalad roars in rage and attacks the mounted goblin.
Torillan moves into position and attacks the goblin's mount, hoping to "unhorse" the wicked little beast.
FIRST ROUND
Gimble steps forward toward the three goblins, reaching into his spell component pouch to retrieve a packet of red, yellow, and blue powder. "Iiluqinnge!" he shouts as he tosses the powder toward the goblins with a mystical flourish. A vivid cone of clashing colors springs forth from his outstretched hand, washing over the three goblins.
By casting from square I, 35, the spell should miss Rogar if he moves to square H, 34 or H, 36 on his turn. If Rogar instead moves to square H, 35, then Gimble will move to square I, 36 to cast his spell, in which case the spell will only affect the two goblins in squares G, 35-36, while still missing Rogar.
Oh, by the way, Gimble still has mage armor active, so his AC is 17.
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Damage:
Yelena takes out another coin, spinning it in her hand to catch the bright sunlight still shining down. She begins to chant the words of power, attempting to catch the goblins attention.
Torillan's swing at the goblin "dog" goes wide as the goblin rider jerks the reins sideways with a violent motion. And while this is an impressive feat of riding skill on his part, the lurch to the right of rider and mount puts him right in line with Khalad's axe, whose mighty chop takes the goblin's head clean off at the shoulder.
Rogar moves forward, his hammer thudding into the chest of the goblin in front him, causing the little creature to let out a high-pitched 'oof'.
A spray of violent color shoots from Gimble's fingertips, washing over the three goblins. When you finally clear the spots from your eyes, you see that only the goblin in front of Rogar is down.
Pietro, seeing the goblins miraculously escape the effects of the wizard's spell, elects to fire at one of the surviving goblins. His shot misses, and he begins to reload.
The goblin dog snaps at Khalad, his teeth locking on the Kellid's arm before tearing free. The wound immediately begins to itch and burn, as something in the bite reacts with Khalad's blood.
The goblins to the left charge out to engage, while the ones facing Rogar and Gimble, step forward grinning wickedly. One says, through clenched teeth, 'Garskas a' cagalaman dorstch!
Seemingly enraged by whatever it was Gimble yelled at them, they both take vicious cuts at the gnome, only to have both stopped as if by some invisible force just inches from his skin.
Yelena 26: will complete Hypnotism
Torillan 20
Rogar 20
Gimble 19
Pietro 18
Khalad 18: need Fort save
goblin dog 8
goblins 7
Khalad, lost in rage retaliates brutally, swinging his axe low and hard towards the dogs chest.
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Recovering from his missed swing, Torillan brings the bastard sword back in a downward arc, aiming to take off the goblin "dog's" head...
Gimble grimaces when he sees the two uninjured goblins resist his spell. The frustrated gnome takes a step back, reaching again into his spell component pouch to retrieve another packet of colored powder. "Iiluqinnge!" he shouts again as he tosses the powder toward the two goblins with a mystical flourish. As he does so, the multifaceted sapphire set within the gold band encircling the ring finger on his right hand flashes with eldritch energy, and a vivid cone of clashing colors springs forth to wash over the goblins.
The goblins step forward, their dogslicers raised for the kill. As one, their arms s-l-o-w-l-y lower, their jaws hanging slack. They begin a slow, stiff shuffle towards Yelena, their eyes never leaving the lovely...shiny...coin.
As a counter-point to the strange and sudden silence, Torillan's sword cleaves the goblin dog from head to jowl with a crunch, smashing it to the ground.
[ooc] End of combat. 800xp. You now have six goblins to decide what to do with...quickly.[ooc]
Khalad begins to calm down seeing the slack-jawed goblins and destroyed goblin dog.
'We tie them up?' He pants, breathing deeply. 'Anyone have ropes?'
"I've got a rope!" Rogar exclaims. "We should take them to the local authorities."
"Tie them up quickly, before the spell wears off!" Gimble warns the others.
Cleaning his sword off on the goblin dog's fur, Torillan looks up and says "I agree. Tie them up, and turn them over to the authorities. Let them deal with 'em."
Satisfied that his sword is clean enough for now, Torillan sheathes the weapon and proceeds to help tie up the little beasts.