Down goes the goblin
Well should see if there are anymore left in town. Shall we?
um there are two left Zara. by down I meant he slipped on the grease
sorry for confusion
In general folks if the box on the right does not say DEAD or FLED for all the numbers then there are baddies remaining. Want to repost Zara?
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With the Suli moving off and the goblin trying to face her down, Eryda is starting to seethe. She speaks in Goblin.
She swings true, and as the goblin attempts to once again dance out of the way, Eryda takes a small step forward and compensates for the extra distance. The goblin's face crumbles on the right as Eryda finally connects with a strike.
Triumphant, she raises her hammer and strikes her shield in a makeshift prayer to Torag. She then turns to survey the rest of the area.
Smiles and he casts a globe of acid at the downed goblin and smiles at the impact.
Well that one is dead, but I will give it to you on the other one, sinceI hadnt posted yet.
OK I am calling this fight. He might get a hit in,but that is it.
The goblin drops screaming in pain. It manages to spit on Aeron just before he smashes him with his hammer.
The man runs up to you. Thank you for saving me! I am Aldern Foxglove. Please can one of you help Griff? He looks to the dog with tears in his eyes.
A quick rolling of the goblins yields this loot
10 small dogslicers
9 small leather armor
2 small studded leather armor
1 small MW Horsechopper
2 small shortbow
32 arrows
1 Whip
1 Potion
28 gp 19 sp 112 cp
The dog continues to bleed
PLEASE! You are a priest use your magic. Don't jsut let him die.
He is now crying
Fernus slumps down on the ground after the fight, he finally pulls the arrow out as gently as he can from his side.
Another quick yelp of pain form Fernus draws a bit of attention.
A small trickle of blood seeps down his shirt. And I just bought this shirt sheesh.
Quietly he sifts through his backpack and grabs his journal, ink and inkpen and starts jotting down the events he had witnessed, starting with he pain he felt from the arrow.
All the while he looks intriguingly at the others on what they do next.
He heard talk of magic and that gave him an idea: He casts Prestidigitation on his clothes to clear away the blood.
Tsurna climbs out of the satchel and runs over to the dog and licks his wound, and looks at Zara expectantly. She pushes her head against Eryda's hand, pushing it towards the cuts.
Now little one you know I dont have healing magics. Nor am I a trained healer. If I try I might mess him up worse.
He gentle pulls Tsurna out of the way and pets her soothingly. Shhh little one let us stay out of the way.
Tarinhil rushes over to the poor wounded animal, "I'm sorry, but the mixture I made only works for me. I think I'm figuring out a way around that, but I've not quite got it yet."
He blushes when he realizes that he's started talking about his own work here and says, "I'm sure that the dwarven cleric can, at least, stablize, if not heal your friend."
He steps back, watching carefully and then quickly turns as he catches a small bit of motion from spellcasting. Ah, look, it's that halfling!
He turns toward the newcomer and whispers, as not to disturb the cleric's concentration, "Well met, and thanks for the assistance. It's much harder to avoid an explosion when you can't stay on your feet. I'm Tarinhiliberanavius.... But call me Tarinhil."
Tarinhil picks up the potion and examines it carefully...
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The flow of blood seems to be too seriously for Eryda to stem with mundane methods. She grimaces and sets her shield down. When the man continued to insist, she gazed sternly at him from her spot next to the dog. You will be quiet and allow me to do all that I can. She nudges the little kitten into the elf's hands and prepares to invoke a slightly different bit of magic.
However, just as she was about to begin, the gnome dropped by, rambled on about potions, and was distracted by something else. Eryda shook her head. Pah. The little folk. She wuickly clears her head and invokes a clerical branch of magic. With a cry in Dwarven for Torag, her hands glow dully. Slowly, the dog's wounds clog up and mend slightly.
Exhausted, Eryda picks up her shield and stands, only to stumble slightly at the spent effort. She finds a nearby barrel to rest and sits with her shield across her lap. She faces the group, silent and expectant.
Fernus turns up to see the gnome that threw an explosive of sorts, talk to him.
His eyes light up brightly.
"You're very much welcome Tarinhil, I've never had the honour of being a player myself in heroics, I only write it down. Perhaps I should be the one thanking you all instead."
Fernus smiles his biggest smile at Tarinhil. Then he notices the potion in his hands.
"You know the thing looks magical, however I'm not sure of it. I'm not able to tell if it is truly magical or not."
Unalaq bows his head to Eryda, "Well done woman. That poor dog was defending this man with all the fury of one of our sled dogs fending off a bear. Of course, they usually wound up as beaten and bloodied carcasses, but this one surely deserves another chance to defend its owner." He turns his attention to Aldern, "What about you sir, did they harm you?"
Now that all the trouble has died down I got to sling my large hammer over my back and strap it there, however I notice all the blood and flesh over the head and decide against it. I head over to Zara and place the hammer down on the floor beside him with the handle sticking up towards the sky, "Ya alright? This the start of the end, as ya saw?" I then suddenly remember something and run over to Zara's tent and try to peer inside, against the heat of the flames and I just about see what I am looking for. I hold my breath and dash in, emerging a couple of seconds later with a small round burnt circle. I then walk back to Zara with an upset look on my face, "They burnt our dinner."
I look at everyone gathered around and speak to them all, "Wonder why they attacked? Ya'll can hold ya'rselves in a fight well, but for now let's have some dinner, fighting always makes me hungry."
I start to head to the Rusty Dragon with Zara when I see the man with the large sword speaking to the noble man I turn to them both and nod, all the while listening to the conversation, "That there dog is a hero, stood it's ground when others fled."
The man hugs Eryda tightly. Thank you.
My name is Aldern Foxglove. Thank you for saving us. I will repay you for certain. And if you ever are in Magnimar...well look me up. Perhaps once things have calmed we can go hunting or something. You have my eternal thanks.
As teh heroes look around they can see that the goblin have been routed everywhere. As you look around you can see goblin bodies all over, and in some instances townsfolk.
As you gather the bodies into a pile and look each other over the Sheriff comes by. He is soaked in blood, but none of it appears to be his. Well that doesit for the festival huh. Thank you all for you help. Well done Unalaq. Really well done. If you are curious we drove them out, some of them just charged right off the cliff. Stupid creatures.
But you folks are apparently the talk of the town. Anyhow stick around, I just might have some work for you all if you are interested as we get this mess cleaned up over the next few days and weeks.
He shakes each of your hands and then heads off to continue his work. After a moment the strange Ferret from the Rusty Dragaon charges up and stands on its back legs and is waving at you all to follow. He runs a few feet and comes back and does it again.
Tarinhil offers, "There's something to it, but I guess I'm just too worked up from the fight. I'm somewhat shocked that the little creeps would just flood a town like that... though, I suppose attacking during the festival when everyone's guard is down is what we should expect from a race of cowards."
Tarinhil nods at the Sheriff's praise, "I was planning on staying in the area to study some of the wildlife... I could certainly be talked into some extra extermination work."
I shake the Sheriffs hand, "If Zara is staying, then I'm staying too. I'd like ta help out." I nod as he leaves and notice the small ferret from the tavern, I bend down to stroke it when it beckons me, I step forwards a couple of steps and it retreats a bit then stops and beckons me again. Without taking my eyes off of the creature I call out to Zara, "I think it wants us ta follow it, Zara. Ya comin'?" With that I follow the creature to wherever it may lead us, my guard still up but I am not suspicious of the creature at all ... at the moment.
The ferret accepts the pets and then looks at the others.
Tarinhil looks at the ferret, cocking his head at it, This may be the first time I'd wished for the more normal type of feygift like mother had, that wee thing likely has many tales to tell...
He scans the area and then shrugs, "Looks like there's little else to do here right now. Let's see what it wants."
"Sheriff, I'm certainly interested in any other work. Glad to have been able to help." The blue-eyes Erutaki regards the strange animal. Perhaps it is a trick, but it almost seems that a breeze of some sort blows back some of his hair. "Any idea what it is? I guess I'm as willing as the rest of you to see where it leads."
The ferret leads the party to the Rusty Dragon. Ameiko is out front pulling daggers from some dead goblins and, after wiping them clean returning them to their hiding places on her person.
Thank you. She says as she picks up the ferret and gives him some love. Then she lets him sit on her shoulder as she tosses a shiny copper and watches him chase it.
You all are quite formidable! I wanted to take the lead in thanking you for your help today by offering you free rooms for the entire week here at the Rusty Dragon.
"Thank you Ameiko. That is a very kind offer and I gladly accept. I've heard great things about your inn from some of the travelers over the Crown."
I smile as I see the creature chase the coin and then turn my attention to Ameiko, "Thanks for ya hospitality. I think Zara 'n' I are staying, so it'd be helpful." I nod to Ameiko and glance around, "Do ya have somewhere I can degoblin ma hammer?"
Ameiko smiles at Aeron, who can't help but melt a bit at her exotic beauty.
Just hold it up Muscles. She waves her hand and it is clean.
I do as I am told and hold the head of the hammer up, the with a few strange incantations and hand gestures all of the blood, flesh and gore wipes itself off of the hammer and collects itself in a small ball which is then placed into the mouth of the dead Goblins, where it melts and stays in a collected puddle.
I follow the scene with an interested eye, "Ummm ... thanks." I look up at my hammer and see how clean it is again and smile at her, "Pretty 'n' talented, ya'll do well." With that I strap the now clean hammer to my back and start to move all of the bodies of the Goblins into a big pile ready for either burning or other means of disposal.
Once all the Goblins have been cleared up I will wash my hands, then go into Ameiko's tavern and head straight for the bar. "Could we get a round of drinks 'n' some food, if there's some left please?" With that I wait for the drinks and then carry them over to the table where everyone has gathered, handing the drinks around to everyone. "Here ya go, food's on the way." I take a seat next to Zara and look out at the group, "I've met some of ya, but not others, ma name's Aéron, Burn-Rider at ya'r service. As ma title 'n' gear says I'm a Shoanti from the Cinderlands of the Sklah-Quar clan." I place my hammer beside my chair with the head on the floor and the handle sticking up into the air, I grab my tankard and take a long drink, "Mmmm, this' nice mead." I place the tankard back down on the table softly and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, where some of the thick golden drink had decided to cling itself to my beard and mustache. I then feel the rest of my jaw and sigh, "I need ta clean maself up too." I turn to face Zara, "Do ya still have that mirror, not the mask though, I need ta shave later."
Fernus hobbles along after the others, still jotting down some memories of the fight. Scribbling hastily something of the ferret-like creature that's beckoning them to follow.
Ah we are back on the route towards the Rusty Dragon, excellent I'm ready for another meal, though my performance will have to wait, still need to shave and shape some more on the story.
The halfling enters the Rusty Dragon with the rest and moves up to speak to Ameiko, but remains silent as she talks with Aéron.
Later he asks her: "Ameiko, is it alright for me to tell another good story tomorrow? I've had prepared a good story for tonight, but I'll have a fresh new one tomorrow evening for you. As well as I need a change of clothing." He shows her the hole the arrow made at the side.
As he sees the big man order a large amount of drinks and food and inviting him over as well he grabs a chair close to Tarinhil. He lays down his special notebook and his pot of ink, his inkpen in hand.
"Aéron was it? how do you spell that? I need to write that down correctly you know."
As he dips his pen in ink, he shoots up "Oh I'm sorry, my name is Fernus, Fernus Stonecall from Janderhoff. Pleased to meet you." He smiles, looks intently at Aéron and his features, then goes quickly back to his writing.
Well Fernus our gnome friend dethroned you for best story last night... she replies
I look at Fernus slightly puzzled, "I dunno, never had to write it before. A...y..r..o..n? That sounds right, but I dunno if it's right or not. What are ya writing there then?" I look at the ink pen scribble along the page leavings its queer markings but from here I am unable to read them. "Janderhoff ... that's home of the Dwarves, yes? If I remember, ya have a lot of problems with the Orc scum there too."
He bows to Ameiko with a flourish. Thank as my wagon and tent were destroyed by the little pests. Could you keep my dinner hot? I need to see if anything is salvagable.
Heads back to his wagon sighing and collecting what of his things he can salvage.
Fernus now looks at Aéron a bit puzzled.
"Well if that's how it sounds, that's what I'll write down."
He scrbbles the name down in his journal.
"I am a collector of folktales, lore and stories from along Varisia. An heroic story such as today's is surely worth writing down, and being told of course." He says with a grin.
He looks quite curiously and expectantly at Tarinhil.
"I'll have my story of today done by the morrow. Care to have a sporty challenge Tarinhil? I'd be mighty interested in your ability to tell stories."
"Well Janderhoff is home to my father and the other dwarves, I haven't seen any problems with orcs, though I have heard stories of it.
My father and I didn't participate in any fights, to be honest this was actually my first fight."
Fernus blushes and looks down at his drink, eventually sighing "Ah Janderhoff... the memories of that place."
He falls silent and his gaze blurs, his mind is definitely back home.
Tarinhil joins the group following the ferret, and begins to wince as his enlongated limbs begin to contract, shifting back to his normal form. "Don't - be - alarmed", he manages to get out from his clenched teeth. The change over, he offers, "While not pleasant, not unexpected. I'm working on improving the formula, of course."
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Tarinhil positively beams at Ameiko's generous offer, "Why thank you! I would be delighted to stay in such a fine establishment, with comfortable beds and wonderful hard cider. It's far better than the sleeping in the wilderness I was planning."
He pauses, and smiles again, "Speaking of which, I would be delighted to find some of that cider. Exterminating vermin is thirsty work, it seems.
He heads over to the table and watches the interaction between Aéron and Fernus, and shrugs, "I imagine it depends on which alphabet, in the end. I'm not a linguist, but my mother was... her feygift was of that sort... which probably helped her as a bard."
He nods at Fernus' declaration, "Indeed, a fine day it was. Sad that so many were lost, but good that the evil was vanquished -- and, hopefully, that the dedication for the cathedral can still take place without interruption. While I'm sure the heroism of our deeds will likely be inflated over time, these are the sorts of tales that can truly inspire, and remind a populace to remain wary."
The gnome looks anxious to discuss the theory and the construction of such tales when Fernus' makes his challenge. He smiles and says, "I am but the son of a bard, so I may be better off not pushing my luck -- but I would certainly be delighted to share tales with you, as best I can."
A half elf with an arm in a sling stands. Their drinks and dinner are on me tonight! The common room erupts with cheers.
Tarinhil waves the half-elf over, "Only if you're willing to join us"
I never drank a gnome under the table. So lets do it.
Tiazara returns and sees Shalelu. He stops off at her table where he speaks to her in a low voice. I am sorry for your wound. I wish I had seen more clearly. Forgive me....
Tarinhil smirks, "You're welcome to try."
Shalelu looks at Zara. She slams her fist on the table. YOU! She leaps out of her chair and grabs Zara.
She wraps him ib a hug.
Your warning was the only reason I had a shortswrod with me! Now drink!
Starts to panic then relaxes. He hugs her back. Your welcome. And about what I said its just what the cards told me. I am glad your okay.... He walks with her over to their table. Tarin can you make me some acid.
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Eryda descends from the upper levels, this time without her armor and shield. A rough form of cleric vestments could be seen from under the black smith's apron that came past her knees. Her hammer still hung from her side and she still wore a stoic visage.
Eryda made her way over to the bar, climbed into her usual seat and waited for Ameiko to send her her usual. As she waited, she looked around the tavern common room, recognizing the warriors from the afternoon.
Tarinhil looks up to the masked elf, "Tarinhil, if you would. And yes, I can, though I'd need some supplies to work from. The local alchemist seems to have reagents I can use to work from -- so it shouldn't be too much hassle."
He pauses a moment then says, "I imagine we could probably get some extra spending money by selling off the goblin gear."
Makes sense. And Tarinhil got it. He nods to the gnome and turns back to Shalelu.
Shalelu has had drinks brought to everyone, Eryda as well, though she sits apart.
On three. One...Two...Three!
She downs her mug