Rise of the Runelords

Game Master jimibones83

Natalia moves 2 steps forward so she stands diagonal past both goblin and goblin commando.

She then points her finger at the goblin still standing.
Jolt the goblin: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Dmg: 1d3 ⇒ 1

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I believe Blue is stabilized and only Eloviel is bleeding.

Ah yes, I see that now. I'm use to setting the DC at 10 + current damage rather than subtracting the damage from the roll as the book spells out, so I read the roll wrong.

Natalia lands her touch, transferring a shock to the goblin.

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Vire Locke wrote:

I believe Blue is stabilized and only Eloviel is bleeding.

Ah yes, I see that now. I'm use to setting the DC at 10 + current damage rather than subtracting the damage from the roll as the book spells out, so I read the roll wrong.

That's right. I though it best to keep all the information together in the roll, so you only had to look one place, not look at the roll then look at my hit points and do your own math.

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I believe the goblin commander is still stunned, I'm not sure as I dint see a duration rolled, but it usually has around a minimum of 4 rounds worth of stun and up to 10.

That being the case and the goblin dog being dead, technically the goblins that you're about to use can't do anything. Which would then progress the grouping to look something like:

Vanea
Eloviel
Blue

Single Goblin by Vanea (other is unconscious)

Natalia
Vire

Please correct me if I'm mistaken.

Good point, I didn't even think of that. Blue is unconscious so I'm going to go ahead and make Eloviel's roll to stabilize, just to speed things up.

The one goblin holding onto consciousness attacks Vire.

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Hooray for not bleeding out!

Vire yells out "I'll deal with you soon wretch!"

Vire runs off towards the commander and attempts to behead him.

provoke from movement.

"Stay safe my lady, I'll be back by your side in a moment."

Behead the Commander: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Commander is denied his Dexterity and his armor is treated as 2 lower from stunned.

Damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 6) + 2 = 13

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The half elf walks to the only remaining Goblin, with vengeance in her beautiful eyes

Feel the sting of Calistria, stinking thing!
[dice="Touch of Chaos" touch attack]1d20[/dice]

But the goblin ducks
..or not.

I suppose that Vania won't be able to use her shield this round, lowering her AC to 16 (Armor, Dex and Shield of Faith)as she his using her shield's arm for the touch attack

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Commander is denied his Dexterity and his armor is treated as 2 lower from stunned.

Both those goblins are KO for 5 rounds, read my duration rolls some posts above. They were no threat and could be couped once Vanea is safe :). You kind of just endangered the fair redheaded lady. :)

GM, can the previous coup-de-grace rolls be applied to finish off the normal goblin at her feet?

Dg: 1d3 ⇒ 1
Extra Dmg: 1d3 ⇒ 3
Otherwise con will be DC14

Vire wrote:

Commander is denied his Dexterity and his armor is treated as 2 lower from stunned.

Both those goblins are KO for 5 rounds, read my duration rolls some posts above. They were no threat and could be couped once Vanea is safe :). You kind of just endangered the fair redheaded lady. :)

GM, can the previous coup-de-grace rolls be applied to finish off the normal goblin at her feet?

Otherwise con will be DC14

The little one perhaps, but the bigger one will be getting up shortly, you can count on that, and we'd best put him down before he does ;)

Notice how he has an actual to hit bonus that's scary? That means he has hit dice, and therefore your color spray has merely stunned him for a few rounds at most.

Vire slays the goblin commando while Natalia does heavy damage to his henchman, though Vanea misses the other. Seeing the commando drop shakes him up a bit, but he strikes back.

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Calistrian don't bleed honey: 1d20 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (6) + 1 - 3 = 4

Seeing Vanea get sliced Natalia takes her trusty sling. Move action to draw

Then proceeds to accelerate the bullet and unleashes it at the goblin.
Slingshot: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Dmg: 1d4 ⇒ 4

"We'll kill the unconscious goblin later, first to take care of this one."

The goblin yelps as the stone strikes him in his head, but then turns to Natalia and growls!

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Also you still owe me an attack of opportunity GM.

Vire cries out seeing the Red-Haired woman struck down.

"My lady! Stay strong I am coming!"

Vire notices the goblin's newfound anger towards the other woman and calls out to taunt it to hopefully draw its ire.

"Idiotic goblin you think you can best me? I'll have you know I own a whole pack of dogs!"

Vire may not be very good at bluffing.

Anger the dumb goblin!: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8

Vire charges the woman's attacker and tries to slice it in two.

Charging Slice: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3) + 2 = 6

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"Nice hit there, mister....."

"Unfortunately your friend suffered needlessly, I should have dispatched it first before killing their leader. I had hoped slaying him would break their morale. Let us kill the last of these beasts and I will see what I can do to heal up all of those who fell."

Natalia nods an looks at the KO'ed goblin.
Ending the assault with a quick *stomp* on its windpipe.

After you kill the last goblin, the man looks up at you from the ground, bleeding and holding his dead hound. He sets him down and approaches those of you standing.

"Those goblins fought fierce, much more so than I would have ever imagined. If not for you all I fear I would have suffered the same fate as my dog. My names Aldern Foxglove. I'm very sorry about your comrades, but thank you very much for what you did. I am staying at the Rusty Dragon. I'll be there for a few more days. Please stop in while I'm still in town, give me a chance to show my grattitude."

With that he scoops up his dog and heads off.

Vire will move around to each injured comrade and administer to them a potion of cure light wounds starting with the red haired woman.

"Drink this my lady, I'm sorry I didn't protect you better."

Potion of Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Moving on to the darkskinned male.
"Awaken, brother."

Potion of Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

And finally to the fair woman at the other end of the area.
"You lost a lot of blood my lady, this should help staunch your wounds."

Potion of Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

What an entrance for Vire :D I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALLLL!!! lol

Aye, you did:)

Slowy rising from the ground, Vanea tries to brush most of the dirt from her clothes, which are now tainted with her own blood.

She searches something into her backpack, and produces a small vial. Walking to the dead gobelins, she carefully let one drop of liquid fall onto each corpse.

Sprinkles some perfume on each stinking Goblin.

There is no small revenge.

Lifting her dress to look if her slender, beatiful legs are unhurted- strangely, just when the fighter was looking at her- she asks with a sensual voice

Does someone needs some more healing, besides myself? My savior, I hope?

Her smile is inviting

Vire watches the woman examine her perfect form before asking her question to him. Immediately feeling himself blush he looks away.

"I uh, suppose I could use an healer's touch. I think most the wounds are superficial, but I'm not opposed to submitting myself to your expertise."

Her eyes fluttering, Eloviel finally wakes. The first thing she sees is a rugged warrior standing over her.

Sitting up slowly, she asks "W-what happened? All I remember was coming out of the corner only to find a dog rushing at me..."

Then hearing the chaos still on-going from afar, she remembers. Flashes of what happened during the last few minutes. "Goblins... goblins everywhere. Where did they come from?"

Seeing the chaos of smoke and fire triggers memories of her childhood, rushing at her; she curls up a bit, hugging her legs and rocks back and forth.

Vire turns back to face the speaking woman.

"Goblins attacked the whole town, it seems it has settled down a bit for now at least. As for where they came from, I have no idea."

Blue opens his eyes to find himself uncharacteristically lying on the ground. His dark complexion covers some of his blush at the embarrassment. "Um, hey thanks. Give a guy a hand up?"
The half-elf comes to his feet and examines the surroundings. "This place knows how to throw a %$§ing party," he utters deadpan. "What happened to the dog and its guy?"

Natalia chuckles as she notices the shift of complexion on Vire.
Oh, this should be good.

She takes the hand of the half-elf to pull him up.
"The dog is dead, his master carried him off, poor buggers both of them."

She sits down in front of the knee-hugging woman.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22
"Hey, it's over. Sshhhh.", then ruffles the woman's hair with a hopefully comforting smile.

"Any of you know anything about these greenies? What tribe they're from, for instance?" Blue examines the commando's remains, especially for anything that resembles a tribe emblem - a token, a tattoo, a ritual scar.
Take 10 on search for 16

The half elf hand wanders around the fighter's crotch, not very discreetly, as she whispers in his ear

Stealthy naughty hand? (untrained): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Vanea then get the wounded around her, and let two short pulses of energy out. Each wave of healing caress sensually the body of the wounded, removing the painful sensation and obliterating the scars

Channel Energy, twice: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 3) = 9

hahaha, that grope couldn't have been more obvious lol

If you guys wich to backtrack you can gather up 12 dogslicers, a whip, a potion of CLW, 2 shortbows, 40 arrows, a whip, 20gp a masterwork horsechopper, a potion of CMW, and 13 sets of very stinky, makeshift studded leather armor. All gear is obviously sized for a small creature. How you guys will take care of party treasure would be a good conversation to have over in Discussion now.

The beautiful women not so subtly grabs hold of Vire and whispers into his ear. Immediately the blade of light he had been holding onto shimmers, its blade warping like a wave before popping out of existence. Vire himself seems to be overcome with a fit of coughs.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 12
Do i notice something to make a funny comment on it?

[dice=Perception]1d20

Do i notice something to make a funny comment on it?

Your certainly do!

Booyah :D

In a very teasing tone Natalia calls out to the two "exhibitionists"
"Oh Vaneaaa....we'll need our friend to think with the blood in his head instead of the netherrealm."

A big grin shows on her face, after which she tends to the sylph again.

Blue watches the antics with admiration before shaking his head. "It seems clear that the elven half of the cleric is the dominant one."
He lays out the findings from the goblins for the others to view and frowns to himself. "Is it strange that these goblins have no clan or tribal markings?"

Blue watches the antics with admiration before shaking his head. "It seems clear that the elven half of the cleric is the dominant one."

He lays out the findings from the goblins for the others to view and frowns to himself. "Is it strange that these goblins have no clan or tribal markings?"

Whoops, forgot to address that. They are Thistletop goblins

Still looking up at Vire, Eloviel witnesses the other female half-elf's 'grab', before she moves on to heal the rest of the people in the plaza. Feeling better, it allowed her to regain her composure but feeling embarassed.

Ooh. Master would be mad at me for being knocked out so easily. A week after going off on my own, and I just nearly died. And I had been so if these people weren't around.

Standing up with renewed vitality, she faces Vire and does a curtsie, finishing with a flourish. "Thank you kind sir. Had it not been for your bravery, I'm afraid I would not be able to see another sunset."

Standing up she finally addresses the group, "I am Eloveil, a travelling bard. As thanks for my rescue, allow me to sing a tune or two when we're free from this mess. But perhaps we should first check that the rest of the town is free from these creatures?"

Vanea glances coldly at the new girl, trying to assess how threatening she could be.

A bard? And she wants to sing? How does she dare? I shouldn't have healed her...

With a fake smile on her lips, the beautiful half elf says jealously

So you're a travelling bard? How sweet! Don't let us detain you and keep on travelling..

She openly removes her hand from Vire's crotch.

What an amazing trick... but i've found where you hide your "blade", sir, from a first hand experience...

Wow, instant recovery from rocking hugging your knees to standing like nothing ever happened...

"First "hand" experience, uhuh.", cheeky teasing smile.
"Anyway, i am Natalia, one of the locals. It's a shame your first experience of our town had to be such a troublesome one. I suggest we take a look around town and if the coast is clear, The Rusty Dragon is a good place to regain your strenght."

Where was i supposed rocking on the ground? I thought you were referring to an NPC... I described Vanea as rising, brushing the dirt from her clothes, sprinkling some perfume on the goblins.. Never hugging her knees and rocking.^^

Not you, the bard was rocking like an asylum patient and now suddenly stands up like nothing happened. She sounded like someone who spaced out in panic...i was sitting in front of her to calm her down :)

She a Sylph with a traumatic past, so I thought giving her some duality would make this campaign much more interesting. :)

"The Rusty Dragon is a little rich for my blood, but maybe it's okay to treat myself after nearly dying. It's a good idea, Natalia." Blue concedes, subtly checking whether the mystical warrior has a damp spot on his breeches before turning away from the scene. He gathers the two clumsy vials and the goblins' gold. "There're 20 kings here!" he calls out loud enough for those present to hear. "Seems like a lot for a goblin. I'd suggest we split it evenly." Almost as a seeming afterthought, he adds, "Oh, right. I'm Berylandroth'ril. Most folk just call me Blue on account a my eyes."

"Actually, I kinda need to run to the stables first and check on my 'orse. My h-orse, Nu," he repeats with some effort to get the initial sound out.

"Be careful, the way might not be safe."
She looks briefly at the others with an inviting look.

"Can't let the guy go off alone right now can we?"

Natalia's words give him pause. It seems clear that the half-elf is favoring his unstabbed side. The exposed wounds still look red and unstable. "Well, er..." The emotions of a forest dweller unused to asking for help cascade across his face. "I'd be a fool to turn down any 'elp offered." There is the slightest indication of relief as his shoulders relax.

Let's have a careful stroll in this town. Maybe there are more goblins.I'm sure we'll find some opportunity to spend the gold.

It takes him a moment but Vire manages to regain his composure.

"Together then? Let us be on our way."

He offers his arm to Vanea.

"Might I be your escort my lady?"