Round 3
With an unfortunate sigh, Tardek removes the coin pouch from his belt and runs forward.
He swings the pouch over his head as he goes and reaching the end of the stage hurls it at the fleeing goblin.
vs. AC
Dehrisan throws another magical glare at the goblin assaulting Alyoma, whose still shivering with uncertainly after the last curse.
After locking eyes with Dehrisan the green-skinned monster momentarily opens himself up to attack, but starts to recover rapidly. Closer to the stage Tardek hurls a coin pouch at the heavily wounded goblin, but the attack falls short, still eliciting a startled shriek from the fleeing creature. Flitter steps back and takes careful aim, even through amidst the chaos of the crowd his bolt strikes home in the goblin's shoulder, knocking it back a step as its face screws up in pain. The goblin followed by the eerie bobbing lights screams as they track him down and rushes to hide behind the stage. The burned goblin continues to futilely try to makes its way through the crowd, doing his best to avoid Tardek, while the one with the fresh crossbow wound snarls as he attempts t escape as well, but getting nowhere fast. The goblin that has been twice cursed by Dehrisan turns his homicidal rage from the sorceress and focuses it on the witch, his wicked blade flailing through the air...
...and scores a glancing blow. The final enemy moves up to attack Gorgoron, dropping morsels of filched food as he waddles forward.
The dwarf also feels the sting of their makeshift swords. Mayor Deverin's voice rises above the crowd, finally managing to disperse them from the scene in a orderly fashion, clearing out the rabble of frightened citizens. More crazed chanting is heard throughout the battle; a horrible, yet horribly catchy tune.
Goblins slash and goblins bump.
Burn the skin and smash the head,
goblins here and you be dead!"
Alyoma unleashes another blast of freezing cold, but the goblin proves once again to be evasive. Gogoron steps back and lobs a projectile of his own, a bolt of white hot flame slams against his assailant's chest, wounding him greatly.
Current Map
After dropping the goblin Ansruath looks around for other goblins seeing one alone he charges at it.
After dropping the goblin Ansruath looks around for other goblins seeing one alone he charges at it.
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Ansruath charges the goblin fleeing from the arcane lights, who spots him at the last moment, almost ducking his slice, but the slashing steel cuts a deep gash across the little monsters neck, dropping him to the ground after spraying forth a veritable fountain of blood.
Ansruath stops grinning after the spray of blood his face now a grim calm mask. He looks for more goblins to slay. He sees a few around some of the neighbors he had met during the festival. He than readies he blade and runs to them.
Round 4
Tardek leaps off the stage, to stand where his coin pouch had fallen, grabbing another vial from his belt as he goes. He takes aim and throws another volatile concoction at the fleeing injured goblin.
vs. Touch
fire damage
Gorgoron leaps back from the goblin attacking him, pulling his wounded arm in tight, scored as it is with a deep gash from the makeshift blade. Muttering a curse he thrusts out his other hand and a bolt of white hot fire erupts from it, hurtling towards the little beast.
His crossbow now loaded, Dherisan takes a quick hop back from his assailant, levels his weapon at the offending goblin, and fires.
Damage Roll:
Dherisn 5-foots back, shoots at the goblin attacking him, and begins to reload. Just got to work, so I don't have time to be too descriptive right now. D:
Turning his gaze on the Goblin that had attacked Dehrisan, Flit reloaded his Crossbow with practiced ease, before leveling the weapon against the beast, drawing once again on that well of calm within, before releasing the quarrel.
Watching his bolt strike home, Flit laughs, a short sharp bark.
Dehrisan levels his crossbow, but the quick little freak shows himself too difficult to accurately draw a bead on as the bolt sails over his leathery head. He titters in taunting laughter, stopping suddenly as Flitter’s shot catches him squarely in the heart. His small body crumples beneath its own weight, staining the town square with goblin blood. An explosion catches everyone’s attention just as Tardek tosses a bomb at the fleeing goblin. It erupts on the cobblestones beside it, severely scorching its flesh. It writhes in agony as it falls to the ground. The goblin attacking Gorgoron slashes out with his blade made of rubbish…
…and misses by a wide margin, the dwarf is able to dodge the attack with ease. Another goblin continues to limp away, trailing thick, black blood from its wounds as it hobbles down a side street. Ansruath, after having slain two goblins on the stage runs down to join the rest of the group. Gorgoron steps back and hurls a handful of Sarenrae’s fire at the remaining goblin, who dives aside and looks around erratically, quickly realizing that he is alone in the fight. The shrill goblin song continues in the distance.
Bonk its head to shut it up.
Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,
We be goblins, you be food!"
Your new map.
Hearing the Goblin voices cry further away Flit swears sharply in Halfling before lading his Crossbow again.
"WHERE IS THAT COMING FROM? WE HAVE TO FIND THEM!" he screams over the din of battle as he levels his crossbow on the Goblin before him, takes a moment to breathe, and snaps off his shot.
Round 5, Init 20
Seeing that his companions have the battle well in hand, Tardek begins to gather up chunks of wood and sharp metal scraps. He picks up his coin pouch as he goes.
Alyoma will again try to hit the remaining goblin with a cold, white ray.
Round 5, Init 15
Move action to I-10.
Round-5 / Init-19
Flit reloaded his crossbow, staring about himself, seeking out a new target.
Round 5. Initiative 21.
Dherisan looks about the battlefield as the scratchy voices float through the air. Kneeling, he places one hand upon Ember's head and the fox's eyes eyes begin to glow with a pale blue radiance. The witch looks about the battlefield and stretches out his other arm, similarly colored bands of luminescence coiling around it.
"Flit's right, we have to find the rest of them! Gather near me if you're injured - I can offer some respite to the wounded before we meet the next lot of these maniacs!"
Healing:
Alyoma limps toward Dehrisan."One of the goblins has cut me badly." she comments.
Alyoma fires another icy beam at the goblin, but its mall frame makes it difficult to target, and the ground near its feet ices over at the narrow miss. Tardek looks about and notices a plethora of potential amunition; cuttlery and dishes, stray stones, The vicious looking junk blades of the goblin assailants, even toother shattering hardrolls which have sat out in the open for too long. Dehrisan's hand becomes alive with color as Flitter cranks up his crossbow for another shot. The cowardly goblin, standing alone on the battlefeild appearently feels that it would be prudent to flee and zips toward the safety of some closely packed buildings, his heavily wounded and limping comrade close by. The goblin races beyond the reach of Alyoma's next frozen ray as she moves beside Dehrisan to recieve his readied healing. All the while the sadistice goblin chanting continues, repeating the disturbingly catchy rhyme.
Seeing the last of the goblins dashing out of the reach of his fiery blasts, Gorgonon lowers his hands. He takes a brief step closer to Alyoma to allow him a better look around her and pulls the small catepult from his pocket. He sights down the child's toy, and launches a rock flying towards a fleeing goblin.
He shouts to Dehrisan, "Save your magics are far as my wounds are concerned, its just a scratch and not worth expending the energy."
Despite Gorgoron's best effort, the pebble unfortunately falls short of the fleeing goblin. More singing is heard amidst the screams in the distance.
Upon the corpses goblins killed!
Search the pockets
Steal their stuff!
Goblins never get enough!"
Round 6 Init 15
Ansruath looks around while trying to figure out where the chanting is coming from so he can slay more goblins.
Round 6, Init 20
Tardek listens, his head tilted to the side, point orc ears twitching slightly. When he determines where the chanting is coming from he looks to Flitter, nods, then runs in that direction with an armful of throwable improvised weaponry.
Round 6
Gorgoron runs over to the bystander that borrowed Dehrisan's staff. "Sir, the immediate danger has passed, but it appears there are more of these creature's massing for another assault. Might I make use of that weapon? I suggest you take cover indoors until the rest of these creatures are routed out." With that, he follows after Tardek towards the source of the chanting voices.
Trusting his companions sharp senses, Flit dashes after him, gripping his Crossbow tight, a Quarrel still loaded. "This aint gonna be that Village again Tar. We gotta stop these creatures!"
As he ran Flit cast about himself, searching for any signs of the Goblins passing.
"Yes, we must stop these creatures at once."
Alyoma listens, and then follows the group heading toward the next set of goblins.
Round 6, Init 15
Hearing the other going after the goblins Ansruath stops and followes them saying in a grim calm voice "These animals need to be stopped."
Thanks to Tardek's keen senses the group is able to determine that the majority of the chanting and sounds of battle appear to be originating from the Southern end of town. Quickly hustling in that direction everyone crosses paths with a harried looking Varisian woman clutching a screaming baby in a bundle of blankets to her breast. She is bleeding from a small gash on her forehead and is out of breath but otherwise appears unharmed. Seeing the lot of you are armed and ready for combat she stops before passing you completely. She hushes her crying babe as she grabs for Ansruath's arm.
"Oh, thank Desna you're here! I saw you this morning. You're the strong one, right? The one what broke the bell? And you, you be the Halfling who hit the bull's eye from 50 yards off. We need help! At the Rusty Dragon...goblins! One's got a whip, and it gave me this nasty cut. She motions to the bloody patch atop her head. She's weaving magic, she is, and others brandish torches like clubs whilst archers protect her. The guard can't get near without losing man after man. The goblins rounded up those nearby and locked them in the rooms. They're going to burn the place down with them inside. You've got to hurry, my husband and son be in there still!"
Flit listened intently before bowing low to the woman and nodding softly. "No need to fear M'Lady. This here is the finest bunch of warriors there is. We can save them!" Turning to Tardek the small Halfling nods softly. "Well old friend cant we?"
Turning to Dherisan Flitter smiles momentarily. "We said we were going to meet at the Dragon later, whats say we rush in and surprise em now Friend Dherisan?"
'Indeed madam. We are professionals... Of a sort. You needn't worry. Come to me after all is colled down and I'll see what I can do about that cut of yours.'
"And stay out of flammable structures!," Dherisan shout to the citizen after Gorgoron is finished with them. He nods in agreement to Flit's suggestion as he strides over the goblin drowning in the rain barrel.
"We should waste no time then. If they've got a shaman with them, they're likely to be bolder. If we can get them in a cluster, though, I may have something to put them right out."
Drawing his dagger, he gives the goblin a sharp tug, yanking it's head out of the barrel. Before it can get its bearings, he runs his blade swiftly across its throat, granting it a far less excruciating death than the barrel would have.
Ansruath looks at the woman in front of him than at the baby. He than says "Do not worry these animals shall all die." He than turns to the group around him with a look of murder on his face and says in an angry voice "These beasts cannot be allowed to do as they wish any longer we must stop them."
Dherisan looks to Ansruath and raises a hand in his direction.
"Check your rage. Such anger is understandable, but we ought to raise our weapons for the purpose of defense, not hasty retribution. What's been wrought has passed, and our energies are better spent on those who remain."
Gorgoron takes a position near the front, behind Ansruath.
Ansruath looks at the other half-elf and says in a calm voice "That is not my way of war."
Growling softly under his breath, Flit stares up at Ansruath.
"Your way of war is all well and good when you are on your own time, but now we are on theirs. People are going to die if we don't play this right. I wont lose kids and people to these Goblins, not again. So we play this cool. We get them out and then you can hack em to little tiny pieces. Okay Friend?"
"Okay. Ansruath you are first through the door, I know you can make it count. I will break in to your left and hug the wall. Gorgoron to the right, if you please Father. Tar you follow Gorgoron right and Alyoma, you are with me, if you please? Friend Dehrisan if you would take up position at the door, yes? Anyone got a better plan? If so speak while we walk. We are losing time!" Fixing the wide brimmed hat on his head he began moving, down toward the Rusty Dragon.
'They can argue if they want but I am saving these damn people if it kills me. Iomedae do you hear me? I pray you do!'
As your party winds through the cobblestone streets of Sandpoint towards Ameiko’s Rusty Dragon Inn the sounds of battle and screams of the frightened and wounded grow more and more common. Rounding the corner of Drunkard’s Walk, your destination comes into view, readily recognizable by the rusted, iron lightning rod atop its roof in the shape of a serpent-like dragon that doubles as the inn’s iconic sign. You sight it just in time to see a handful of goblins lighting a cart of fireworks originally intended for a spectacular show during the evening’s bonfire and shoving it down a steep hill while climbing aboard themselves. The wagon plows into the Northern walls of the structure just as it explodes, scattering wood, stone, and the bloody bits of its goblin riders in all directions, leaving a gaping hole visible through the diminishing smoke and flickering multicolored lights. From within, echoing screams and rhythmic chanting can be heard.
Slip inside!
Where the humies
Try to hide!
Drink their blood!
Slake your thirst!
Have some mercy
Kill them first!”
A trio of motionless, bleeding guards lie about the ground near the front entrance, a set of double doors currently wide open, and a grisly scene is visible through the large picture windows of the tavern. Inside are several goblins gleefully playing with torches, four to be exact, on the ground floor. Up above, on the second floor balcony overlooking the taproom is a goblin female wielding a whip, leading the chant. A duo of archers hang nearby, apparently her personal guard. All eyes turn toward the group through the various gaps in the structure.