Round 2 - Initiative 12
Gorgoron easily catches the ill-aimed blow from his eager, if unskilled attacker on his quarterstaff. He looks down on the creature with pity and disdain, "So be it, creature."
He swings the staff above him, gathering momentum, and then slams it down atop the Goblin's guard.
Round 2, Init 7
'That was my last bomb,' Tardek yells, reaching to his belt and drawing a foul smelling liquid, he imbibes a mutagen. He groans as it starts to take effect, his muscles swelling grotesquely, and skin becoming tight and hard, his upper body expanding more quickly than his lower.
'Get weapon for me.' He manages to grunt out of his now swollen lips.
Round 2 / Init 26
Cursing Flit scrambles to the top of the roof and glares at the Goblin. "Now what you ugly little green lump?"
Roud 2 / Init 21
Dherisan follows Alyoma down the ally, and seeing her engaged in melee, places a curse upon the goblin assailing her, his stern gaze filling its mind doubt.
Flitter manages to scurry up the wall and pull himself up atop the building, granting him a good view of the surrounding area. Dehrisan runs about to aid Alyoma and shoots a cursed glance at the goblin assaulting her causing it to quake with fright.
The archers atop the roof let fly their next arrows. One fires at Tardek while the other two focus their shots on Flitter, who is suddenly too close for comfort.
All three arrows hit their marks, inflicting rather serious wounds for such small weapons. The mounted goblin snarls as he turns to see the half-elf and the sorceress. He shoots a derisive look at the pleading nobleman before heading to deal with the immediate threat - Alyoma!
Though her magical armor shields her from the mangy animal's bite, the junk bladed halberd cuts her deep, felling her in a single strike. Luckily the witch with his healing magic is nearby. Gorgoron takes a mighty swing, but the agile goblin easily sidesteps as he taunts the dwarf, however he gets sprayed with blood a moment later as Ansruath cuts his target down to size. Tardek bulks up with a mutagen and casts about for a weapon.
The goblin before Gorgoron does a double take at his quickly fallen ally and quivers noticably, ceasing his taunts toward the group. He apearently feels it prudent to fall back to safty and withdrawls, moving near its commander. The goblin grunt that was menacing Aloyma looks to Dehrisan after reeling from his curse, feeling shaken but confident until its weapon falls to peices. He looks shocked that the blade made of little more than trash falls apart and he stands without a weapon and moves to realitive saftey behind the mounted goblin who waves a banner bearing the same six jagged triangles as some of the dirty goblin tabards at the Rusty Dragon.
Round 3 / Init 21
Dherisan takes a step back, grimacing at the unconscious form of the Varisian sorceress. "Alyoma is down!" he calls back to his companions, "And a believe we've found their commander!"
Shooting another nervous glance at Alyoma, Dherisan begins whispering soothing words to the mounted goblin as he beckons softly, and amiable thoughts begin to creep into the beast's skull.
Round 3 - Initiative 12
"Alyoma!" Gorgoron shouts with sudden fright. He rushes forward to the corner of the building, aiming to get a view of the battle scene. Seeing a group of villains clustered around the frail dancer's body, he raises a hand, and once again sends fire rushing into them.
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Round 3 - Init 7
Ansruath says no than follows after the Father.
Howling in pain and fury, Flit draws his Battleaxe and Charges headfirst into the Goblin.
Howling in pain and fury, Flit draws his Battleaxe and Charges headfirst into the Goblin.
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Round 3, Init 11
Tardek moves over to the cart with suprising grace despite his new bulk and tears a spoke from the wheel with a bestial roar, his enlarged muscles tearing his shirt to ribbons as he strains and finally dislodges the club. Now armed he turns to find a foe to face.
The second change is a little more problematic. I'd like to change Dherisan a Hedge Witch (archtype). Now here's the rub - the Hedge witch doesn't start changing class features until I reach 4th level, at which point I can spontaneously convert prepared spells into "cure spells." This replaces my 4th level hex. Now this means I'd really have to make my hex selections count, and it makes the healing hex a little redundant. Dherisan has already used his healing hex several times, but if you're cool with him swapping it out, I'd be most appreciative. Otherwise, I was wondering if you might allow him to trade it for another hex at 4th level when I gets the healing ability of the archtype? This would prevent him from overspecializing while keeping his healing abilities consistent. The archtype fits him thematically, but it isn't vital, so it's cool if neither of these works for you.
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Flitter surges forward with a poweful chop - the goblin sprays blood as it drops to a knee, gasping and whimpering in pain, but clinging to life. Upon the halfling retracting his weapon the goblin crumples into a bloody mess.
All the while Dehrisan weaves a spell of charming, his gentle arcane utterences toying with the mounted goblin's mind.
His snarling visage softens to a dim smile as he regards the half-elven witch, lowering his jagged blade.
The archer above Gorgoron takes a shot downwards, hopng for a clean shot at the dwarf while his ally on a rooftop nearby, seeing the carnage wrought by Flitter, attempts to jump the gap and put more distance between them, after backing up to get a good running start.
After landing the spry goblin takes a shot at Ansruath, before making an obscene gesture and cursing in its strange chittering language at Flitter.
The goblin rider rears his rat-dog beast and halts his advance on Dehrisan, looking almost inquisitive as he speaks in his native tongue.
Alyoma continues to hemmorage blood onto the cobblestones, needing first aid. Dehrisan sees the dwarven priest round the corner ahead in front of the frightened young nobleman and unleash a blast of celestial fire which scorches the wall next to the cowering goblin. Ansruath follows shortly after while Tardek pries free a nearby weapon. The remaining armed grunt looks back and forth confused between Dehrisan and his apearent commander. Squeaking in its foul language:
He looks hesitant to act until Gorgoron attacks his shaken ally. He looks about rapidly and runs down a couple of sidestreets, looking for an avenue of escape after seeing his leader ensnared by magic.
Dherisan holds up a hand to his companions, urging them to halt their attack for a moment. "Gogoron, can you see to Alyoma? My magics are still working within her, and any further attempts on my part to heal her will come to naught. You should have no trouble from the one on the large rat, at least." He then addresses the goblin leader in its native language.
In goblin: "Before we talk, you let my friend help her?" He gestures to Alyoma. "She foolish to fight you, but you teach her good lesson! She won't trouble you again. And burning town? Waste of time when there's so much loot! I see shop back there..." Dherisan jerks his thumb in the other direction, away from the fight. Lots of good swag! Good meat too! Your minions want to make war when you could be getting rich! Why not take advantage and grab what you can! Meet me back here in five minutes, and we figure out what loot is best! Oh! And people here my friends! Scare them good, if you want - great fun, but please don't kill them!" After a moment of thought, Dherisan gestures to Ember. "And he not dog, he fox. Dogs is mangy!"
The mounted goblin lets out a single goblin word, commanding his troops to halt.
The Goblin archers look furitively away from their chosen targets as the sounds of battle in the streets below ceases and is replaced with conversation. They keep their bows drawn with arrows ready but don't fire as they move to get a better view of the alleyways below. Now that they aren't moving about with unnerving speed everyone can clearly see the emblems on their fetid leather armor resemble frogs or toads, as if painted by young children with various colored inks. Even the grunt fleeing down on the cobblestones creeps closer, his armor covered with green, mossy gunk, his skin almost blue.
The goblin mounted atop the strange crossbreed of a hairless dog and a rat rubs his chin as he considers Dehrisan's proposal, and looks about at the humanoids coming in at all angles. He speaks after a moment of careful measure and gestures at Alyoma's limp form.
In goblin: "No. Fox different! Fox is wild, fox hunts, fox is sneaky. Dog just takes what humies can give it. What is the plan you talk about? We can't help if we don't understand!"
Flit begins to reload his crossbow as the Half-Elf continues to talk with the Goblin.
Gorgoron closes over to Alyoma rapidly. He eyes the leader's companion fiercely as he passes them. He casts Stabilize on Alyoma.
He leans closer to Dehrisan and whispers, "I am out of spells. I will not be able to bring her round unless I heal all in the area. The goblin on the roof, may awaken..."
"I leave it to your discretion then," he whispers to Gorgoron. "But we should take some time to reposition ourselves, just in case..."
Dherisan switches back to the goblins' speech as he fidgets "absently" with his dagger. "Ah! So you work with other humies? Maybe we can meet them? All be good friends!" Dherisan looks around, waving casually to the goblin bodies strewn around. "Longshanks plan not go so well for goblins, though, and sun gets very low. Think it might be time to go?"
Craning his neck and placing a hand to his ear, Dherisan goes wide eyed and turns quickly to Stink-Foot. "Yes, yes, but you must go quickly! I think I hear more humie soldiers coming, and not just the scabs this time! Better grab what you can and go before they get here!"
Ansruath watches in amazement as Dehrisan talks to the lead goblin. He than walks to the father than says "Father do you have any idea what he is saying to him?
*Whispering to Ansruath*"Not a clue, ears. But whatever it is is giving us a chance to get Alyoma out of danger, so play along."
*Voice raised to speaking volume*"Flitter Whistle? I'm going to heal wounds, so don't be surprised if any bleeding stops and you
Tardek had crept awkwardly down the alley as Dehrisan spoke, he now stood lurking with the crooked club in his meaty fists, his tusks lengthened and vicious looking, muscles bulging and twisting. Though his mind was clouded, he had the good sense to stay put and not attack.
He tries to smile when Gorgoron's healing affects him, but the enrlagred tusks have stretched his lips awkwardly, and all he does is bare them more.
Dherisan whispers to Alyoma in Varisian. "Stay calm, move slowly but deliberately, and get behind us."
Alyoma cautiously gets to her feet and moves behind Dherisan.
"What is happening?" she asks in Varisian, a bit confused by everyone standing around and looking at the non-attacking goblins.
Gorgoron helps the young sorceress to her feet, and then guides her to a standing position behind him, so that he stands between her and the two goblins. He mutters a quick incantation, and makes a quick wave of one hand.
Standing next to the Father and Miss Alyoma Ansruath says [i] "Basically I would really like to know what he said to that goblin though. " [i/]
Before the Dwarf begins to cast, Flit steps away, staring at the Goblin, watching him for any signs of hostility.
"Move an inch Green-Bag and I'll spit ya with this here Bolt!"
It'll be a moment while I get everything in order. Being away for a day can really get me backed up all over the place.
The goblin rider rallies his friends near him and readies for departure as his archers climb down from the nearby roofs and fall into ranks behind him. Unfortunately, or not, the dwarf's prayer doesn't come quick enough to spare the wretched life of the goblin who had been nearly hacked in two by Flitter. The remaining all lick their lips as they eye the hanging meat of a nearby butcher shop with childish glee. Gorgorn begins to cast his orison just as they start to leave; the commander with a short word of goblin friendship and goodbye, the others nervously on account of the apearent bewitchment of their leader. The jump at the holy chanting, but with a threat from Flitter, they hold still for a few moments. The mounted goblin who called himself Stink-Foot speaks.
The frightened nobleman in the alleyway scampers along the wall as he pulls himself to his feet. It looks as though he wants to run, but is too frightened since that path would bring him, however slightly, nearer to the sadistic little freaks.
"What's going on, Dehrisan? I'm afraid most of us don't speak jibber-jabber. Are we letting them go? After all they've done? I'm all for arresting them if they're giving up without a fight, but if not..." He hefts the staff and then tightens his grip.
Ansruath whispers very softly to the father "I am more worried about that thing he is on if fighting starts he will just run away on it."