Vachordi Draws his bow and knocks and arrow then tries to locate the source of the disturbance.
Goblin by the wagon! Vachordi shouts.
Durgan can't make sense of what's going on with all the confusion about him. His eyes snap over to the wagon as the human shouts the word 'goblin'.
Only one? That makes no sense. How'd it get in the city anyway?
Still trying to make out exactly where the verminous little runt stands, Durgan draws his waraxe and begins heading towards the wagon.
Tania had been looking forward to this moment. Faith brings a city together, and the festival would mark an important transition for Sandpoint. Of course, it wasn't a church to Gorum, but Tania had learned a bit of patience.
Plus, what a nice change from the stupid orders of the Watch! she thought, as she had been more and more at odds with Hemlock and guessed that he probably was about to fire her.
She collected her thoughts as Zanthus prepared to speak, ready to connect with the divine, when the scream broke her focus.
Like others, she spots the goblin. Not caring about the crowd, she walks with intent towards it, drawing her father's greatsword.
Goblins here in town? Who invited them to the festival?
Sal draws a starknife, and makes her way to the wagon.
Chaise was sipping the last of the early winterdrop mead given earlier when the screams rang out. Sensing danger, Chaise stands and Isme on his shoulder swallows the last of the curry-spiced salmon before looking around.
He feeling surprise from Isme and then spots the goblin near the wagon, who is licking his bloody dogslicer.
"Asta e neigienic," Chaise says, even as he watches out for any more goblins nearby.
"Urât," Isme comments.
"Da, am observat."
"Oh, nu, Eu nu vorbeam despre tine."
"Foarte amuzant."
The raven preens and continues to keep on the lookout as they keep away from the goblin but stay still due to not wanting to get lost in the panicking crowd.
"Nu mă ajuți?" Isme asks.
"Eu nu aș fi mai degrabă implicate."
"Ce ar spune mama ta?"
"Ea mi-ar spune să fure obiecte de valoare cele mai apropiate nesupravegheate."
"Tu spui, 'a face cea mai mare de oportunitate'."
"Asta e ceea ce ea ar fi spus, dar amândoi știm că înseamnă același lucru pentru ea."
"Înțelept femeie."
"That's unhygienic," Chaise says, even as he watches out for any more goblins nearby.
"Ugly," Isme comments.
"Yes, I've noticed."
"Oh, no, I was not talking about you."
"Very funny."
[...]
"Not going to help?" Isme asks.
"I'd rather not get involved."
"What would your mother say?"
"She'd tell me to steal the nearest unattended valuables."
"You mean, 'make the most of the opportunity'."
"That's what she'd say but we both know they mean the same thing to
her."
"Wise woman."
]Vachordi grunts, cursing himself for not seeing the monster sneak up on him. He spins as he steps away, as he calls out.
Rally brave warriors of Sandpoint! Together we can end this scourge!
"Ooh, asta trebuie să fi rănit," Isme says, commenting on Vachordi's wound from the unexpected goblin.
They watch as the bard steps back and shouts.
"Dramatică, nu este el?"
"Foarte," Chaise agrees. "Sunt surprins că are suflare suficient pentru că, după ce a fost lovit."
"Mhm. Știi, ar trebui să nu te mai comporta asa suspicios."
"Ce vrei să spui?"
"Ei bine, toată lumea se execută în jurul valorii de aici și sunt doar în picioare calm."
"Rulează în jurul valorii de nevoie de energie atât de mult, deși, și eu sunt încă pe deplin de faptul că mai devreme masă excelentă."
Isme hums in agreement. They continue watching the proceedings.
"Ooh, that must've hurt," Isme says, commenting on Vachordi's wound from the unexpected goblin.
They watch as the bard steps back and shouts.
"Dramatic, isn't he?"
"Very," Chaise agrees. "I'm surprised he has enough breath for that after being hit."
"Mhm. You know, you should stop acting so suspicious."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, everyone's running around and here you are just standing calmly."
"Ah. Running around takes so much energy though, and I'm still full from that excellent meal earlier."
Isme hums in agreement. They continue watching the proceedings.
Killing goblins doesn't even qualify as monster slaying in Durgan's mind but after 15 years of malaise it's good to have something to take your frustration out on. He tries an upward swing of the axe on the goblin who attacked him.
...
"Glad you could make it! It saves me a few steps..." Tania tells the goblin, though she doesn't care whether he understands, as she lifts her father's greatsword and conjures her training behind the swing.
Vachordi keeps up his song to inspire all around him
Stepping back once again Vachordi looses an arrow into the Goblin's face.
for
"Murdar," Chaise says, leaning away from the gore even though it's a distance away. He folds his arms and places a fist underneath his chin, supporting his head. "Crezi că ar trebui să plec acum, Isme?"
"Nu, ele arata ca acestea sunt aproape terminat."
"Hmn."
"Messy," Chaise says. … "Do you think I should leave now, Isme?"
"No, they look like they're almost finished."
"Hmn."
Tania, satisfied by her swing, takes a moment to review it, committing it to muscle memory, then surveys her surroundigs to see if there is more training available. She moves towards any sign of battle.
Durgan looks around to see if any of the townsfolk are in danger. He'll move to help if any are. If not, he'll move towards the closest remaining goblin. If the combat already seems, effectively, over, then he'll try to find one of the city watch and ask how in Thrudd's name goblins got into the center of the city unnoticed.
As the goblins appear and people begin to panic, Caerwyn takes a few moments to guide people out of the square to safety. Once he is satisfied that he's done all he can to keep people safe Caerwyn turns to confront the goblins, only to find that others have taken care of most of the menace.
Initiative:
Seeing the last remaining goblin nearby, Caerwyn draws his sword and charges into the fray.
Attack roll:
Damage:
"Guards, to arms! We are under assault!"
Vachordi drops to a knee breathing heavily.
Vachordi then stiffly walks over and checks his arrow that missed.
He looks to those who came to his aid. I thank you for your aid. My name is Vachordi Strong Wind. And it would appear Poor Aim.
Chaise winces when the bard gets slashed between the legs.
"Ouch," he says in sympathy.
"Nu este o zi norocoasă pentru el, nu?"
The wizard shakes his head ruefully. Seeing that there's nothing much interesting happening in the bard's direction, he starts scanning the area again.
Isme flaps her wings and takes to the sky, assured that it was unlikely for someone to shoot at her.
"Unde te duci?"
"În urma sfatul mamei tale."
She takes sight of the battlefield and, if seeing no great dangers, looks for unattended valuables, taking particular note of the ground where someone may have dropped something in the rush.
"Ouch," he says in sympathy.
"Not a lucky day for him, is it?"
[...]
"Where are you going?"
"Following your mother's advice."
Tania wAlks over to the trio that defeated the last goblin: "You showed courage and some skills. This has been fun!"
Chaise feels Isme's concern through the link they share. Looking up he sees her circling above a general vicinity. He feels another emphatic tug and goes to where she wants him to.
Another swell of concern and the wizard knows he must be cautious.
He takes sight of the goblins and looks to where they're heading. Immediately understanding, Chaise thinks about calling for help.
But that would only alert them, he thinks. And the others wouldn't be able to get here in time.
Making up his mind, he reaches one hand into his spell component pouch to retrieve a handful of rose petals. With the other, he raises it in the direction of the goblin group.
His hands gesture a weaving dance, magical energies moving through him. The wizard suddenly releases the rose petals. "Sov," he states firmly. The petals swirl in the air for a brief moment, as if caressed in a strong wind before fluttering gently to the ground.
Tania hustles with a big grin: "Looks like there's more!" Under her breath, she thanks Gorum for the opportunity to prove herself.
Vachordi Knocks and arrow and hustles after Tania, just as they are about to move into site of the fires he will begin to sing a Shoanti War Chant
Nice warsong! thinks Tania as she makes her way towards the noise.
Vachordi draws an arrow and calls out.
Halt!
Xogar approaches with his sword and shield out. Anyone can obviously see that the symbol of Iomedae is emblazoned on it.
Xogar looks around to see who the human man is speaking to.
Chaise stands up, his legs shaking, and notices the new arrivals. He looks at them with an appraising eye before turning away and walking towards the goblins. He drags the goblin further back to the other three and reaches for his backpack when he remembers he didn't bring rope.
He looks towards the newcomers and says, "Rope, do any of you have it? We need to tie up the goblins before they wake. Hurry!"
The wizard brings out his dagger instead, prepared to kill any goblin who looks like they'll wake up.
---
Isme checks on Chaise and, seeing that he's safe, circles the sky a few more times to scout the new situation before flying down to inform him.
Tania twirls her greatsword in her hands, visibly annoyed that someone took away an occasion for battle. She waits a bit to see what will happen, placing herself near the goblins in case they stir.
Not recognizing the symbol of Iomedae Vachordi calls again.
Lower your sword and halt! Why have you done this?!
"Unless you can prove I did anything I suggest you back down. I am merely investigating the explosion."
Xogar moves to poke about the wreckage of the building.
You are the one approaching us from outside this mess, with weapons drawn. We have been defending the town from the goblins. Explain.
"I am a paladin of Iomedae. I am not out to hurt anyone. Please consider, you are also approaching me with a weapon drawn. Let us determine who is behind these attacks together."
Xogar sheathes his sword to show his intentions.
Vachordi lowers his bow. He turns to and heads back into the scrum to see if anyone there needs help. He allows the notes of his warsong to fade from the wind as he does.
Chaise notices the two arguing nearby and that no one's helped him with the goblins. "Oh, pentru dumnezeu," he mutters.
Before he can speak further, Isme flies down to his shoulder. "Există un alt grup de spiriduși, unul pe un fel de montare. Sunt aproape de locul în care ați declanșat ieri, iar acestea vor veni peste un om de mers pe jos câinele său în curând."
Chaise takes a deep breath and exhales, releasing his irritation. "Mulțumesc, Isme. Poți să-i ghideze?" He tilts his head in the others' direction.
"Ce sa întâmplat să nu se implice?" The raven didn't seem to expect a reply, simply nodding.
The wizard stands and addresses the group. "There's a group of goblins in another part of town. I suggest you all take care of them soon since they'll come across a man and his dog out for a walk. Follow Isme, she will guide you."
The raven flaps her wings and flies lazy circles in the air, clearly being referred to, before heading down streets at a pace they could follow, though not without a parting cry to Chaise.
"Nu uita să caute trupurile lor!"
"Nu vă faceți griji," Chaise murmurs, crouching down in front of the bodies with his dagger ready, "Eu nu va."
He is aware that he's running out of time and cleanly starts killing the goblins while they're unconscious.
Chaise notices the two arguing nearby and that no one's helped him with the goblins. "Oh, for the love of god," he mutters.
Before he can speak further, Isme flies down to his shoulder. "There's another group of goblins, one on some sort of mount. They're near the place where you tripped yesterday, and they'll come across a man walking his dog soon."
Chaise takes a deep breath and exhales, releasing his irritation. "Thank you, Isme. Can you guide them?" He tilts his head in the others' direction.
"What happened to not getting involved?" The raven didn't seem to expect a reply, simply nodding.
The wizard stands and addresses the group. "There's a group of goblins in another part of town. I suggest you all take care of them soon since they'll come across a man and his dog out for a walk. Follow Isme, she will guide you."
[...]
"Don't forget to search their bodies!"
"Don't worry," Chaise murmurs, crouching down in front of the bodies with his dagger ready. "I won't."
[...]
Vachordi races in the direction indicated by the bird. Just before the Goblins come into sight he begins to sing his warsong again.