I think it's that Warchanters turn to die.
Or not.
Jack: Your greataxe comes down and slides right down next to the warchanter.
Goblin 6: Working off his sick feeling, he decides to come after the one who made him sick and kept trying to burn him, swinging his dogslicer at Cian, it's ragged blade searing into your flesh.
"Burn you little wretch! Conus ignis Jet!" The Mage shouts, stepping back and throwing more spell flame at the horrible little goblin, and at the one next to it.
Cian: One of the goblins screams in agony as it falls to the ground, while the warchanter just seems to ignore the fact that flames enveloped it for a brief second.
Seeing the goblin before her meet his death, she gave a cheery farwell wave. "Прощай, прощай, гоблін"
She then skipped off to try to get behind the goblins fighting her other new friends.
Running after Ithylia, Vanya manages to clear the stairs at the north end of the stage.
Artemis pulls another arrow out and fires it at the warchanter.
As Triel approaches, the sound of the arcanist's voice and the sight of the fire erupting from his hands catches her attention. What also catches her attention is the fact that Artemis apparently can't hit a child-sized target 15 feet away from him as she notes the three arrows behind the warchanter.
О, ради ада - отойти в сторону.
Triel steps up in front of the arcanist, rolls her eyes, and swings her greatsword at the horrid-sounding goblin.
Triel: You become lost in your thoughts as your greatsword slices the air next to the warchanter.
Goblin 5: Continuing his onslaught rage against Jack, he finally becomes the first goblin to land a hit against the small longshank as he screams in joy for drawing blood.
Warchanter: Getting annoyed at the caster who only uses words, he swings his dogslicer at Cian, slicing into him as well.
Stopping his "singing"
Now i'm really angry you little ugly bastard
I will swing at the goblin that hit me
Don't know if that his or not, if that goblin is dead I will 5 foot to his square of U15. If that hits and he is dead I will also end rage, and am now fatigued.
That last attack is too much for Cian. With a half-spoken spell on his lips, the mage fall unconscious and slumps to the ground.
Jack: After being hit, your senses become a bit thrown off, as you miss the goblin who hit you.
Ithylia giggled some, at the Goblins, a plan suddenly forming in her mind. "Чи можете ви зберегти стоячи на цьому гобліни?" She cast her Grease spell at their feet, a smile on her face. She so wanted them to fall on their backs. It would be funny.
"Oh no! This should work!" Vanya hustles forward and utters the words for Color Spray.
Vanya: As the words come out of you mouth and the amount of color appear, both of the goblins become engulfed and as the color vanishes just as fast as it appeared, they both wind up on the ground knocked out.
Artemis looks around and says, "Anyone speak goblin? They might be able to tell us why they attacked this brazenly, with this few of goblins."
The blood fury dies down; the adrenaline in her body fades. Triel impassively looks upon the two unconscious goblins from behind her helmet, blood staining her sword and armor, panting.
She looks at Artemis, his words having caught her attention. "I can speak their language. However, it would be more prudent to wait until later to question them."
She looks to her side, at the arcanist's prone, bleeding form. She sighs, then kneels next to him, drawing upon more reserves of divine energy. She barks what sounds like an order in a foreign tongue as she lays her hand upon him:
"Возникает. Пока еще не время умирать."
She smirks behind her helmet as the arcanist's wounds close, then turns back to the rest of the team. "If you want, I have some rope we can use to restrain them."
"Neat trick, Triel. Yes, tie them up..." the waif pauses, "Unless you know... it'd be easier to...just..." and lets the words go unsaid.
Triel nods at Vanya's words before digging around in her backpack, producing a length of hemp rope.
"I'm aware it would be easier to kill them. However, if we take these two prisoner, we likely will not have to worry about capturing others alive."
She holds out the rope for someone to take, then looks over to the arcanist's stirring form. "By the way, I didn't catch your name. You may call me Triel."
Jack will end rage.
Right, so we tie them up, turn one in to the sheriff, and get some real answers out of the other one
Cian grits his teeth as he sits up and rubs the spot on his head where he'd hit the ground.
"That little... Ow. Did we get them?"
Triel nods at the arcanist as he rises. She takes the rope in both hands and approaches the unconscious goblin singer.
"We got them, courtesy of Vanya." She says as she works.
She begins tying up the second goblin not long after.
As you guys tie up the goblins, the church doors open and Sherriff Hemlock walks out, closing them behind him. Noticing you by the secured goblins, he starts to hurry over to you. As he approaches, he begins to say "Hey you! You all seem to be fairly capable of yourselves, it seems that you've done a good job. Thank you for-"[/v] All the sudden, a scream comes from the north, signaling more trouble that way. Hemlock looks at you and begins to speak. [b]"I have these two, please, can you go up the street and see what it is that's causing trouble? I'll send help for you as soon as I can, and we can talk more about your offer to help afterwards. Now go, please!"
Vanya blushes at Triel's off handed compliment. "Well, I just didn't like the idea of someone getting hurt by the goblins." She stops as the screaming starts. Turning towards the screams, she says, "Come on!" The waif offers her hand to the fire-blaster still on his duff.
Artemis, who is more familiar with the town than the others, leads of toward the sound of the screams.
Triel nods at the sheriff, then mutters an incantation before following Artemis.
"Горум, защитить меня."
As her incantation finishes, the transparent grey field surrounding her flares with new energy.
A thought crosses her mind as she follows--it causes her to adopt a quizzical expression behind her helmet.
Wait--when did we offer to help?
"Count me in. Can't think of a better way to get back at them for making me fall like burning the blighters out of Sandpoint!" he says firmly, following the others.
"Um... when did we tell someone we would help beyond not letting the гоблінів hurt people?" Ithylia looks briefly confused before running after the others, her scarf still in her hands.
Artemis yells over his shoulder, "That could be my family, I have to go!
Attack!!!!
As you all start to head north, you eventually get closer to the north gate, and off to your left you spot a goblin take down a dog with a bigger blade than the others. As the dog goes down, you see 3 other goblins and a horrid excuse for a dog come out cheering and chanting, moving in on a person trapped behind a rain barrel who screams for help.
As Triel sees the goblins emerge and begin cheering, she feels the blood fury roar inside her once again. She glares at the goblin wielding the large weapon.
Что надо быть лидером. Если он умрет, остальные должны бежать в страхе.
She lifts her greatsword to shoulder height and charges the goblin, swinging her sword at the goblin's head with an enraged yell.
Triel: As you charge in, the goblin moves just in time for you to miss the swing of your greataxe.
Rage, and Charge the first Goblin
How many of you do we have to kill before you you get smart and run!
Jack: As you charge in to battle and swing your weapon, time seems to stand still for just a second, as blood starts to ooze out of the goblin, and it's body sliding in half.
Moving forward with the rest of the group, Vanya channels the power of the stars and calls down a stream of meterorites onto the goblin closest to the trapped man.
Vanya: As stars appear from the sky to shower down on the goblin, he doesn't even seem in the slightest distracted.
A bit more interested in burning these goblins' faces off than before, Cian throws a nice, red hot bolt of flame at one.
As your flames wrap around the goblin, he barely even has time to scream in agonizing pain as he becomes a burnt crisp right off the bat.
Without much of a second thought Ithylia twirled over to the closest goblin she could get too.
As she twirled before she attacked, she brought her scarf down in an arc on the goblin.