Ithylia: As your blade flies through the air, it whips past the goblin who is still stunned by how his comrade was essentially incinerated.
Artemis runs up on the scene skids to a stop as the others pass by him and into the goblins. Recognizing the goblin dog as a very dangerous enemy, Artemis draws an arrow and sights down the shaft hoping his aim is improved since his poor showing in the market.
Deep breath, release half, hold, get good sight picture and release, relax left hand grip A million thoughts run through his head until he focuses on his breathing.
As the arrow flies off his bow, he begins to grin as he feels much better about his shot, not waiting to see if it hit or not, his hand drops to his quiver to retrieve another arrow.
Artemis: The arrow cuts through air and pierces hard into the ugly beast as it yelps in pain from the deep hit.
Triel refocuses on the goblin before her. She looks it squarely in the eye and snarls:
"Не уйдешь мой меч снова."
She doesn't wait for the goblin to reply; instead she swings her greatsword.
Triel: As you swing your sword, you slice hard an deep into the goblin, as he instantly falls over, his innards falling out on his way down.
Here ugly, ugly, ugly, I have a present for you.
If I hit Chew on that ugly mut.
And now I'm out of rage, and fatigued.
]b]Jack:[/b] The dog barely even has a chance to notice you as you slice through it's neck, dropping it instantly as if it were just a play toy itself.
After seeing you take down the leader and their animal companion, the goblin turns his attention straight to Jack and swings with his dogslicer, just barely knicking you.
Vanya stops short of the Goblin and raises her hand, her finger describes an arc as it descends and she points at the dogslicer-wielding gobbo. Her eyes sparkle as she says, "Catch." A stream of meteorites comes streaking down around the goblin.
Vanya: As the meteorites come down, the goblin avoids them as if he seemed to know where they would be coming.
"Dodge this! Selecti ignis jet!" Cian mutters, throwing fire at the goblin Vanya's meteorites had missed.
Cian: As the flames wrap around the goblin, he screams in pain, collapsing in to ash as he tries to run away.
"Take this гоблін!" She swung her scarf at this big goblin, aiming on hitting him this time. Why was everything being so hard to hit today?
Ithylia: The goblin side steps out of the way from your bladed scarf as it slices through the air and looks at you with a grin on his creepy little face.
Watching as goblins keep dropping to the attacks of his new friends, Artemis spies the last goblin alive and pulls an arrow out.
Nocking his arrow he sends it flying toward the goblin.
Artemis: The goblin moves slightly as the arrow hits him in the shoulder, his grin turning into a cackle as if the arrow was but a scratch to him.
Commando: Taking a short step forward, he comes up to Ithylia and swings his horse chopper, and strikes you hard.
Triel winces behind her helmet as she sees the goblin's horsechopper bite into Ithylia's flesh, and can't help but roll her eyes at the goblin's cackling.
Ваш отряд полностью уничтожен, и вы до сих пор смеются. Что желчного.
Without hesitation, Triel moves behind Ithylia, and, drawing on the last reserves of divine energy Gorum has granted her, barks out what sounds like another order while laying a mailed hand in the middle of her back.
"Встряхнуть его. Этот бой еще не закончена!"
It appears Gorum has seen fit to heal the worst of Ithylia's injuries, but not entirely; perhaps it's a reminder from Our Lord in Iron about the dangers of battle.
Jack will move to the goblin, I can't see a board obviously, but I would like to give someone flanking if possible.
You're all alone now little goblin, lay down your arms before I lay them down for you!
I roll intimidate to demoralize
Probably not.
Jack: The goblin hardly even recognizes that you're even there.
Vanya steps close to the remaining Goblin and whispers the phrase that calls the colors of the stars, blasting the little brute where he stands.
*OR*
Summoning her courage, Vanya steps close to the goblin and takes a weak stab at him, shouting to Triel, "Now!" Of course the waif has no clue that Triel is somewhere else in her mind and cannot understand any words that may have come from her!
Vanya: As the mist of colors spread through the air, the goblin doesn't seem to lose his focus in the slightest.
Stepping around a bit, Cian throws fire, yet again, at the goblin that shrugged off Vanya's magic.
Cian: The commando screeches in pain as the flames come in contact with it's skin, but still stands.
'OOOOOOOoooowwww...' was all that Ithylia could think about when the Commando Goblin in front of her had landed a blow. It had almost made her fall to the ground it hurt so much. Then healing comfort sooth, and made most of the pain go away. It was Triel, her friend. Seems Triel had healed her. She wanted to hug her, but now was not the time. For now she would back away cautiously, not wanting to be hit again.
Artemis watches as the goblin commando fights back and hits his new friends.
He realizes the damage done is painful but it appears one of his group is a healer.
Taking his time, Artemis pulls an arrow from his quiver and takes aim.
The arrow flies from his bow at the goblin.
Artemis: The arrow flies past the goblin as his attention is elsewhere to even notice the arrow flying past him.
Commando: After being enveloped in flames, the goblin quickly realizes who it was who put him in such torment and maneuvers his way to Cian, swinging his horse chopper as it makes contact with your flesh, tearing it open a little.
Triel sees the goblin commando run off towards the mage who lit him on fire. She can't help but be impressed by the little hellion's tenacity. Impressed and infuriated. What in all the hells was that goblin made of, adamantine?
Вы хорошо сражались. Теперь настало время для вас, чтобы умереть, вы кусок дерьма.
She hefts her greatsword. Seeing the goblin's blade nick the mage, she charges. When she reaches the goblin, she brings it down with a growling yell.
"ДОХОДНОСТЬ!!"
Triel: As you cleave through the goblin, it barely has time to even react to your shouts as it falls down to the ground lifeless.
As the last goblin falls, the sounds of battle seem to fade into more of a sound of cheering, as if the battle for the town has been won. The man who was hiding behind the barrels stands up and is immediately grateful. "Thank you so much! You all are heroes to us for sure!"
Flattered by the man's assumption, Vanya grins and accepts his compliment, "Oh, well, if we are, we're new. New to Sandpoint, too. I am Vanyalanthiriel, or just Vanya." She offers her hand in greeting.
Artemis looks around and then says, "I have to find my family. I'll find you later." He then bolts back toward the market and the new temple.
Triel, panting, looks at the goblin's freshly slain corpse. The battle fury begins to fade from her body, and she looks up to the man behind the barrels. She nods in acknowledgement, giving a tired, two-fingered salute to the man before turning to the rest of the group around her.
You'd change your tune in a second if you could see my face, human. Of that, I'm certain.
"How badly injured are you all?" She asks, planting her greatsword in the street beneath her. Her scale mail, spattered with goblin blood, *clinks* with every breath she takes.
Bloody hell, where's that priest (what was his name? Zantus?) when you need him?! I can't do anymore today!
She turns back to the man, eying him. She shrugs her shoulders and approaches the man. "...It was no trouble." She turns to the mage. "Who are you, anyway?"
Seeing all the horrid goblins dead, Ithylia wrapped her scarf back around her neck before rushing over and tackle-hugging Triel.
"Спасибо Вам! Спасибо Вам! Спасибо Вам! Це боляче так багато! Спасибо Вам!" She did not let go right away. She was so glad she had made a friend in Triel.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! That hurt so much! Thank you!"
Seeing all the horrid goblins dead, Ithylia wrapped her scarf back around her neck before rushing over and tackle-hugging Triel.
"Спасибо Вам! Спасибо Вам! Спасибо Вам! Це боляче так багато! Спасибо Вам!" She did not let go right away. She was so glad she had made a friend in Triel.
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As Triel turns toward the wordcasting mage, she's taken by surprise by the force of Ithylia's tackle-hug.
"OOF!" The wind is knocked out of her again. She flails her arms to try to keep her balance. Seeing the overjoyed expression on Ithylia's face calms her down somewhat, however.
"You're welcome...?" She says, uncertain of what Ithylia just said. She pats her on the head.
Does she have the same curse as me? I don't recognize that language... in any case, she looks grateful.
They're crimson, turning to reddish-orange in the center. The orange in the center of them seem to be her pupils, widened in surprise.
And you could swear the skin between her eyes is jet-black.
Ithylia looked up at Triel a big smile on her face. As she noticed her eyes she couldn't help but comment, "You have really pretty eyes Triel. Why do you hid them under you helmet?" She brushed off where she thought she saw black skin. So what if her skin wasn't the same color as hers.
Triel smirks slightly under her helmet when Ithylia complements her on her eyes.
Her eyes promptly widen when she actually listens to what Ithylia just said.
Wait--eyes? Oh, no. Oh no oh no oh no. Skin can be explained. Eyes... not so much. Should I say?...
She clears her throat. "Er... well..."
Not her that I'm worried about. Townsfolk. Could form lynch mob. Will probably have to leave town after.
...s**t. Might as well get it over with.
"...do you really want to know?" Her voice is subdued. It's hardly the voice of a warrior woman seen slaying goblins before.
Vanya: Taking your hand in the fashion of a gentleman, he replies back before kissing your hand in greeting gesture.
"I, ma'am, am Aldern Foxglove... And I wouldn't be surprised to learn that it was nothing for you, as your beauty certainly compliments your talent. It would have been nothing for myself as well had I have had access to my weapons, but I didn't think today would end this way. He turns to look at the rest of you Unfortunately, I had to get out of sight from these little scoundrels so that I could formulate a plan to take them down myself. But thanks to your combined efforts, I like to fight another day and am indebted to you all."
"I'd like to know, but... I won't make you tell." Ithylia was silent for a moment. Before smiling big. "How about I compose you a song? Music always makes me feel better. Maybe it'll make you feel better too?"
'I really need to go pick up my bow too... Didn't think I'd need it out and about...'
Blushing, the waif replies, "Good Sir!" Vanya does not pull back her hand, rather she continues, "I don't thank any of us saw the day ending this way! It feels like Desna's Fortune that first brought all of us here, and then to do what we could to help. I wonder who else is hurt..." Realizing Aldern is still holding her hand, she apolgizes, "Oops. I'll need this later" She tries not to, but giggles in spite of her best efforts.
Triel pauses, letting Ithylia's words sink in.
Won't make me tell... but the truth will come out anyway. I'd rather it be on my terms.
"Well, I've never been one to turn down an offer of music." Triel says, visibly relaxing. "Why not? Maybe you could even play for the rest of us."
She sighs. Her next words are barely a whisper. "And... if I'm going to take my helmet off for you, I'd rather it be for everyone else as well."
She looks down into your eyes, sees your smile. Your scarves press against her armor.
It's at this point that Triel realizes that your face is pressed against the breastplate of her scale mail. She doesn't move to push you away, but she does clear her throat.
...She's a beauty. So is Vanya. I suppose Aldern has a point.
Triel looks over to where Aldern & Vanya are chatting. Upon seeing him kiss her hand, Triel's sword hand clenches into a fist, and relaxes. She eyes Aldern, looking to see if he's carrying any weapons.
"And, let me guess: hiding behind a barrel and letting your dog die was key to ensuring your plan succeeded." Triel says in a frosty tone. She nods her head at the dog corpse lying off to the side; she appears to be a bit offended that Aldern would forget about his companion's death so quickly.
Sending a favored companion out to die in your stead... the drow would certainly approve.
"This, sadly, was not my companion. My companions are those of the hunting sort and those vermin would've been no match for them."
Triel:
"With all due respect to your hounds, these goblins needed only a few lucky hits to seriously harm several of us. If not for -Triel, was it?- Triel's healing capabilities, I'd likely be dead." With the fresh injury from that last goblin, it looks like Cian is just a solid punch away from getting knocked out again, but he stands tall.
When Ithylia heard Triel clear her throat, she realized that she might not care for being hugged. "Oh! sorry" Ithylia let Triel go and ducked her head some looking up at her. "I... forget sometimes not everyone likes being hugged. мама and Папа always told me to ask first."
In order: Mommy, Daddy
Triel shrugs her shoulders again. "Eh, it's certainly better than most physical contact I had to endure. No harm done." She walks over to where she planted her sword, picks it up, and sheathes it across her back.
Better than a sword to the gut, at least. And it's not like I didn't... well... enjoy it.
"Now, I've been meaning to ask a couple of questions of you back at the market." Triel says, turning and walking back to Ithylia. Stopping next to her, she asks: "Why do you fight with scarves? And what is that language you speak?"
It doesn't appear to be involuntary on her part; more like a personal quirk. Lucky her.
Triel pauses, not saying a word. I suppose I can't really blame him for hiding. He had no weapon; Gorum wouldn't care either way.
When the wordcaster speaks up, she replies to him instead.
"Indeed, mage. Now, do you have a name? Or do I have to keep calling you 'mage'?" She asks.
Maybe Gorum thinks it's funnier if I don't learn his name. It would certainly explain why I haven't been able to learn it yet.
"Cian Molan." He says, introducing himself.
"Thank you, Cian." Triel says.
Alright. Now that I know your name, I'll endeavor not to forget it. I've no interest in getting lit on fire.
Aldern shifts his focus to Ithylia as he places one hand behind his back and gestures the other towards her. "Indeed, I am curious myself as to why you would fight with scarves and not actual blades?"
Artemis: As you get back to the square in which the festival was held, you notice in the aftermath that the area was demolished pretty well. There are still, of course, the cold corpses of your prior adversaries across the square also, but more importantly, you do see your family as they come out of the church. Before you can reach them, you're once again approached by Sheriff Hemlock. "Artemis is it? Your family told me about you. They were worried about where you may have gone. Once they gave me a description of you, I instantly knew that you would be okay. Don't worry of course, they're safe and sound thanks to your efforts. You will have time to meet with them later, however I believe that your...he searches around for a quick secondWhere are the rest of your comrades? I hope that they are okay, after all, you all did help secure the town. Are they okay? If so, we need to speak."
Artemis' heart lifts when he sees his father and brother exiting the church, he lifts a hand in greeting to them.
When the sheriff stopped him, he looked at him with fear in his eyes. The man, truth be told, scared him. He wasn't a mean man, nor had Artemis had many brushes with the law, but Sheriff Hemlock was not a man to take lightly.
"Yes-s-s Sheriff? Oh my friends? Yeah they found some rich guy over by the north gate, he was being attacked by a goblin commando, goblin dog and a couple foot soldiers. They are all fine and I left them to come find my family. Do you need me to bring them back?"
"мама taught me how to use it. Wanted me to have a way to protect myself when I ventured out on my own. Plus, scarves come in such pretty colors." Ithyila held up the scarf, showing Triel the sharp bladed edge. "See, it's not just a scarf." Situation the scarf back into place making sure the blade was safely tucked, Ithylia answered Triel's other question though a little quieter and more to Triel than the others. "I spoke Varisian, it is the language that I grew up with, the language of my people. I tend to forget most people can't understand me when I get excited."