Round 2, Init 19
Seeing that most of the goblins near him are dealt with he moves to attack the goblin on the table.
Round 2 - Initiative 16
Gorgoron charges in to the morass of goblins, hurtling fire from his hands as he goes.
Round 2, Init 12
Alyoma sighs in fustration.
"Star-blasted runts, stay still!" she mutters.
Eyeing the farthest goblin, she hurls a bolt of force at it.
"That should work," she comments.
Grinning maliciously as his bolt strikes the Goblin, Flit takes a step back and begins to reload.
Flitter races in agonst the others, and with a well placed shot, buries a bolt deep into the side of a whimpering goblin.
Round 2, Init 25
Tardek will draw his mace and attack the golbin in O9.
"Might want to polish that one off,"[/]b Dherisan says, gesturing to the slumbering goblin. [b]"He won't be down for long."
MAP (let's not lose this either)
Tardek quickly grabs and pulls a mace, and with one solid swing, the heavy, steel head cracks upside a goblin skull with a sickening thwack, dropping it to the floor in an unconcious heap. A goblins chitters incoherantly as its ally drops before the halforc, and with a snarl rushes forward, standing over the limp form of its comrade as it tries to gouge out the alchemist's eye with a pair of glassworking tongs, coated in molten hot goo.
But this goblin proves to be as shamelessly inept as the others. Flitters heavily wounded quarry slides off of the table and starts to limp away, swift for his size, but with how far he is from the exit, likely not swift enough. Another goblin hops off a table and zips beneath another to take vengence on Ansruath for his fallen compatriot, likewise weilding a makeshift weapon of hot tongs.
The glassmaking tools drip white hot liquid between the crevices in the half-elven warrior's armor, sizzling as it burns the flesh beneath, in what will surely leave a gruesome scar. As that happens another greenskinned cretin presses forward, grabbing at half-complete glasswork on the tables as he goes, hurling a handful at Tardek, but stopping short of reaching the group.
Fortunately for your party he is a terrible shot and the glass shatters about the floor midway between you. The final goblin, the one which ran through the double doors at the far end of the room, is lost from sight, though his cries for assistance echo throughout the furnace room. As Ansruath is about to move forward his foe had already found its way to him. Another expert slash from the swordsman leaves another felled goblin in his wake as he continues to press onward. Seeing the goblin he was about to attack be felled by his ally, Gorgoron has but one clear target. Sarenrae answers his call in the form of purifying flames, which scorch a vile goblin who has to stagger with effort to remain on his feat. Flitter steps back to reload his trusty crossbow while Dehrisan hisses another arcane sleeping curse.
The goblin assualting Tardek sways weakly before crumpling atop his friend, snoring loudly before he ever touches the ground.
Round 3, Init 12
Alyoma looks approvingly at the carnage her companions have brought to the goblins.
"Be careful, one has run away to get others, no doubt," she warns.
Round 3, Init 19, HP 19/22
Turning to the goblin sleeping before him and brings his blade down.
Gorgoron shouts, He moves to the side of the second sleeping goblin, and binds it's hands.
"Aye lets. Could do with a moving target!" Flit grins, shouldering his crossbow and looking around himself at the unconscious and bleeding Goblins.
Round 3, Init 25
Tardek shakes his head at Ansruath's eagerness, and moves down the furnace room to examine the body shrouded in ice, sheathing his mace as he goes.
'What in the name of god happened here? Can anyone identify this man? I think I know who he is.'
Ansruath shrugs than says loudly "Never leave enemies behind you unless they are dead my grandfather taught me that."
Ansruath quickly ends the life of the unconscious goblin form before him with a sharp thrust of his curved blade as Gorgoron shouts and moves to the final goblin, easily binding him within his own fetid armor made of leather straps as he stirs and begins to come out of Dehrisan's sleeping curse. Many goblin bodies now litter the floor of the glassmaking room, so dead, some merely gravely wounded. Tardek and Alyoma move to the body of the plump noble encased in a thick layer of glass. Close up, the makeshift statuary is even more gruesome. Rivulets of blood have been locked in place, leaking from arrow-gauged eye sockets, and organs from the man's disemboweled stomach press sickeningly against their glass casing.
"Despite what various proverbs might tell us, Ansruath, our elders aren't always right." Dherisan shakes his head as he presses a hand against the glass tomb. He forces his lurching gut back down as he regards the the morbid trophy - for what other purpose could such a display serve? "This cannot stand. The man needs proper funeral rights. Goblins did not engineer this..." He runs a finger along the surface of the case, speaking the last words to himself as much as to his companions. "Perhaps our survivor can tell us who did."
As if on cue, the goblin which Gorgoron bound using its own ragged armor shakes himself awake. The little green-skinned monster is wide and starts thrashing about, kicking erratically, albeit futilely, and gibbering, frightened.
Moving toward the the others Ansruath says "In this case he is right my grandfather is over 200 years old. Most of that time he was a warrior. Looking at the body he shakes his head " Now I know goblins are sick but I really do not think they are smart enough or sadistic enough to do something like this."
Dherisan immediately steps towards the creature, his staff rapping harshly with every stride. An arm swoops down to take the creature by what passes for a collar on its armor as Ember issues a throaty growl. He addresses the creature in its own tongue. "I'm afraid what I've witnessed here has robbed me of any desire to be cordial, so it would be in your best interest to answer my questions frankly. How long have you been here, and who has been leading you?"
[ooc]Technically, though, foxes are Small creature, the same size category as goblins. If you still want to add in the -4, I totally understand, because they're a different kind of small, but otherwise, the roll should be 2 higher than whatever the roller indicates.
Ansruath walks up next to Dehrisan and grins at the little goblin as he begins to clean his blade and than sharpen it. "I really do not know what Dehrisan said but I can give a good guess I would speak if I was you if not well he will be the least of your problems."
[ooc]Technically, though, foxes are Small creature, the same size category as goblins. If you still want to add in the -4, I totally understand, because they're a different kind of small, but otherwise, the roll should be 2 higher than whatever the roller indicates.
I was going to walk over and look scary behind him. Guess I will go do that now.
Ansruath walks up next to Dehrisan and grins at the little goblin as he begins to clean his blade and than sharpen it. "I really do not know what Dehrisan said but I can give a good guess I would speak if I was you if not well he will be the least of your problems."
Intimidate Check 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
If I do not add the +4 from being bigger just make it a 23.
When Dehrisan first scoops up the goblin by the collar its expression hardens with a grim determination. After seeing the snarling fox and Ansruath's powerful frame it quickly changes its mind however, his expression wavering, and starts to snivel, and looks as though it might start pleading and full out bawling at any moment.
"A tunnel to the Junkyard..."
'It is a misguided man who thinks success brings wisdom. It is a blind man who things age brings it either,' Tardek mutters to himself as he listens to Dehrisan interrogate the goblin as he looks over the glass, wondering if he could some how weaken it with a concoction so that the body could be recovered.
"What say you Consultant? Can you de-tomb this body?" Flit moves up behind the Half-Orc and pats the man on the back.
Looking over Ansruath sees two goblins and a half elf. Shaking his head he says "I think the brother found us and I can also give a guess that he is the longshanks we have been looking for."
As Flit catches sight of the oncoming threat, he spins on the spot before letting lose a yell. "COMPANY!" Moving forward, to get a better shot, Flit sights down the length of his Crossbow, a grin splitting his lips. "So you are the Half-Elf running with the Green Skins hmm? Nice to meet you. Come in and I'll give you a taste of this here bolt!"
Surprise Round, Init 24 19/22 HP
Ansruath moves toward the new group of enemies.
Abandoning the bound goblin for the time being, Gorgoron casts Protection from Evil, and then brings his sword and shield to bear.
The goblins that were lurking by the door burst into the room, revealing themselves to all within. Behind where they stood, everyone can now see a half-elf wearing well made clothing and gripping a composite bow. Ansruath immediately starts forward, heading toward the new foes as Gorgoron prays for a protective shell of divine energies. Flitter moves to a better position to fire from and taunts the half-Tian. His eyebrow twitches as he scowls and raises his chin in a superior fashion, stepping into the room and pulling back to take a shot at Flitter.
"A crossbow, and not even a repeater? How crude- such a weapon requires no finesse, no talent. If you are going to pretend to be an archer at least get rid of that toy!"
First Round, Init 24 19/22 HP
Seeing Flit getting attacked Ansruath rushes to get near the enemy.
"Son of a... Shut your gob ya big thug!"
Flit screams in shock and clutches at the arrow stuck in his thigh, before ripping it free. Glaring, he steadies himself, before sighting down the crossbow at the Goblin before him.
"I'm coming for you bastard!"
Grinning, he took a deep breath, before releasing it slowly.