Robin's Rise of the Runelords

Game Master robin

Round 6 Initiative 7

Damage 1d4 That'll be 20 points of damage so far if it hits.

Drumroll....

Ooops. 1d3 damage 1d3 ⇒ 2

Zees miss narrowly the mounted goblin ....
The mounted goblin first makes his mount attack Malcolm
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 191d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Seeing that the Goblin bite is not enough to bring down the hated longshanks which has been the only one to hurt him so far , he then strikes Malcolm and then move to J9
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 91d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Meanwhile urged one by Zees , the well dressed man who was covering near the barrels moves to stand in R9 over the corpse of Gar . He wields a plank of wood as an improvised weapon ...

Your turn

Round 06, Initiative=05, Map=Thedogfightround5.xls because I can't download the other map

Dorin hears goblin shrieking behind him, as well as Zees, Kast, and Malcolm shouting, but all his attention is on the goblin in front of him (Gobin #5), who, amazingly, runs up to swipe at Danaris again. Oh yeah, get closer, you little runt. Dorin thinks to himself. I don't even have to move to aim now.

Action: "Ray of Frost, goblin!" Dorin sneered, still pointing with his outstretched right arm. The blue beam hit the gobin's green-brown hide. (Dorin is at M7; Goblin #5 is 10 feet away.)

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3 points

"I got him, Mr. Gar! I got him!" Dorin shouts. Silence from the dwarf's position behind him is his only answer. "...Mr. Gar?"

Edit: Ok, so Dorin is happy he actually hit 3 times in a row on the same goblin, rather than miss all over the place like the first fight.

In point of fact , he is still upright even if he is a little woozy on his feet ...

ROUND 6, INITIATIVE 5, Bleeding profusely, severely wounded
Status:

Malcolm slides five feet to his left to position J10, and he attacks the Mounted Female Goblin.

By Abadar's will, you die!

LS ATT: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
LS DAM: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Quite sure that Malcolm has the mounted goblin well smited, Kast abouts face and charges into Q9 in an attempt to pin Goblin #1 to the wall with this longspear.

"Not here, Not today, Goblin! You will not take Gar's life this day! For Sandpoint!"

Action: Charging Gobbo #1, the dwarf-feller.

Longspear:
1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 + 1 = 10 to hit
1d8 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 damage

Son of a Calistrian whore! Last 4 rolls: 4, 4, 1, 3! I must be pulling a Dorin or something. :9

So THAT's why my luck's gotten better all of a sudden. I just exchanged my attack rolls for Kast's!

Round 7, Initiative 22

The goblin gleefully slashes Danaris in the back. "It's useless," Danaris thinks, turning again to face his old foe.

Attack:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Damage:1d4 ⇒ 3

See? Useless.

Round 6 Initiative 21

Con check to stabilize DC111d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

"And Gar's anger grew three fold that day."

In a stuper Gar mutters to his unconscious, "No grubby bug-biter is keeping me down. Somebody's got to teach Malcolm the difference between a girl Goblin and a boy Goblin..see's a boy has got a little gobstopper...or is that gobmaker..."

Malcolm hits the mounted goblin and falls him but his dog is still there ...

Feeling quite invincible , G1 move to R8 and strikes Kar saying in common 'Me kill your boss now you'
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 41d4 ⇒ 2

G5 is not dead yet , he fivefoot step to L7 and strike Danaris
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 161d4 ⇒ 1
This violent effort proves to much for him and he drops ...

Map

Tour turn , Zees

Was I wrong? I thought it was a Female Mounted Goblin? Zees to Act!

In fact I never said but it is a little difficult to check under all the grime

Oh well...I am running with it! Until, Gar straightens me out! :-)

I was just teasing! Robin did drop a few 'him's and 'he's. But the first goblin leader was clearly female, that is where it all started. :-) And I dont think you yelled out "I will hit the female goblin." although if you are that would be really funny!

Ok, I am not crazy then...whew!

Round 7 Initiative 7

Zees is flustered by his near miss, but buyoed by Dorin and Malcolm's strikes. Two more down. Goblin or dog? Goblin or dog? Despite Zast's inability to strike anything, Zees holds out hope and sends his dagger flying at the goblin dog.

Hand of apprentice (+5, +1 bless, -4 melee)
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Damaged 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

Argh! Kast must've rubbed against me with his bad luck as he charged. Zees then moves 5' east to N8.

The dog does not care his master is dead . he attacks Malcolm again
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 121d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Dorin's up! Come on guy, let's finish this!

Round 07, Initiative=05, Map=Thedogfightround7.xls

Dorin watches the goblin lurch towards Danaris and hit him with his makeshift weapon, then fall into the dirt from the effort. Well, whatever works, Dorin thinks, and turns back towards where Gar was holding his own against the goblins.

Perception check 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18 (Rubbing off more of Kast's luck, these rolls are really good now for some reason...)

Movement: What greeted his eyes and tired limbs was the sight of the dwarf down on his side in the dirt, the guardsman Kast fighting a giggling goblin over him, with another person at the corner of the building, watching the fight. "Mr. Gar!" Dorin cried out, running past the robed Zees to help Kast. (From M07 to P08, 10 feet away from the goblin.)

If not,

Who's the new human next to the building?

Round 7, Initiative 5, Severely Wounded
Status:

Malcolm, determined to put an end to the fight, attcks the dog that held the mounted goblin he just slayed.

Arrrrrghhhhh!

LS ATT: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
LS DAM: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

CONFIRM CRIT: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
CRIT DAM: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Malcolm can feel the presence of Abadar at his shoulder as he guides his sword arm to inflict justice and protect the people of Sandpoint!

"Abadar must be angry!! I'd better get moving lest I'm next to feel the wrath of Malcolm!

Kast, seeing his longspear miss 4 times in a row, almost casts it down in frustration.

This goblin thinks Gar is *my* boss?! Harumph! He prattles like Zees.

Kast moves, accepting the AoO from the Gobbo #1, to R6.

Winding up with 2 hands, Kast prepares to thrust with all his might.

"Goblin, no *man* is my boss! Here, let me makes sure you get the point!"

Thrusting with the Longspear:
1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 4 + 2 + 1 = 27 to hit;
1d8 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 damage.

"Spear me your presence, Goblin!"

EDIT: Feel the might of Irori!

Confirming: Thrusting with the Longspear:
1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 4 + 2 + 1 = 24 to hit;
1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 additional damage.

Sweet Irori: 21 points of damage.

NICE! Two crits to end this!

It makes up for both Zees and I rolling 1s in the last round.

Malcolm drops to one knee, and after a brief prayer of thanks to Abadar, searches out Danaris first.

[b]Danaris, are you alright friend?[b]

Glancing at Kast, Luck stealer. Oh well, he needed something to raise his spirits. "Well struck Malcolm! Nice job Kast! Looks like you remembered how to be a student and learn. I bet Gar would appreciate you showing off your kinder and gentler side now. Then you can use those big muscles to drag the goblins away so Danaris can heal the lot of you before you end up with some gnarly scars."

Assuming we are out of initiative, Zees is unhurt and has no healing abilities. Hoping someone else will tend to Gar, Zees will begin to loot the goblins for anything useful, at a minimum grabbing the bow and arrows for Danaris.

With that final enemy vanquished, Kast drops to his knees and again empties his stomach on the battlefield. Broken and tired, his knee throbbing, nothing but dry heaves and hacks leave Kast's throat.

Gently wrenching the goblin off his spear, Kast uses it to support himself as he tries to stand again.

Surveying the battlefield, Kast feels both sick and proud at his defense of Sandpoint, and realizes that the danger might not be over. He might be called again.

Limping over to Gar, Kast tries to imagine a perfect and healthy Gar in his mind, then, with a touch, overlaps that image with Gar himself.

Cast Cure Light Wounds on Gar: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Where is my whistle? Is anyone else hurt? That lance the mounted goblin was using...does it still lie on the ground, unclaimed?

Danaris drags himself over to Gar. "You did good work here, Kast. He looks better already."

Danaris waits until everyone has followed Zees' suggestion to move the goblins out of range and then he channels positive energy again.

"Erastil, the defenders of your community, call on your aid again. Give us the strength to continue to protect your people."

Channel Positive Energy : 1d6 ⇒ 5

Gar rolls to his feet, not bleeding, yet covered in dwarf and goblin blood. He picks up his adze and wipes his brow. To Kast and Danaris, "I be thanking you again. I need more practice avoiding Goblin cleavers." and then to the motley blood covered souls surrounding him. "Although I see you didna leave me any.....BwahHaHahHa. Good job all!"

"You need naught but your armor, brave Gar! If you are feeling well, we should make sure the rest of the town is safe. I have students nearby who may still be in danger."

Kast looks and listens for other danger.

Perception 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (9) + 0 = 9

Round 08, Initiative=05, Map=Thedogfightround7.xls
Out of Initiative?

Just as the blue beam hits the goblin, causing a patch of its' dirty skin to frost over, Kast lunges with his longspear and catches the goblin dead-center, skewering it a full foot up the shaft. The green-skinned goblin gives a death rattle, looking surprised at the haft through its' chest. Kast breathes hard, then he throws up in the corner of the town road. The mounted goblin and its' ratlike mount were taken care of in a similar fashion by the town guard Malcolm.

Feeling queasy himself, the jubilant Dorin starts to say "We did it! I did it! Did you...see...me..." His enthusiasm dies off as he sees the adults congratulating themselves, even helping up the newly-healed dwarf from the dusty road. I could have saved Mr. Gar. I used to be the special one, the 'chosen one' of the caravan. Dorin thinks sourly, turning away. Even the other youth, Zees, has his full attention on the goblin bodies, kicking one over and kneeling down to paw through its' coverings.

Dorin turns, looking at the carnage in the street, the man at the White Deer Inn just now recovering from the rat-dog attack that killed the mastiff protecting him. Dorin sees the bodies of the goblins, and lifts a hand. "Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost, Ray of Frost." the boy mumbles multiple times, ensuring the corpses are frozen solid to the ground. (Back at M07, hitting Goblin #5, Goblin #4, and the Goblin + Dog at J09.)

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1 points
Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3 points
Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2 points
Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3 points
Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2 points
Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20 Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3 points

A few of his blue beams miss, but Dorin doesn't notice.

Gar walks up and lays a hand up on the Dorin's shoulder, and in a voice much softer then most are accustomed to coming from him. "It's done lad. Let them be. Tis best not to torment the dead. You did fine...."

Then with a bit more cheer in his voice. "Let's go see if we have anymore around town that we can practice on.

Perception for Goblin mischief->1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

ok, ok , you are right , they are dead .... . The man was the one who was covering near the barrels

Seeing the fight over , the well dressed man throws down the plank of wood he was wielding and looking around him approaches Malcolm . Seeing his stmbol , he so address him
"My thanks for the timely rescue! You may not remember me but I'm Aldren Foxglove . I was running here to recover a weapon in my room at the White Deer but was ambushed with my poor Keen . I undestand you have better things to do than chat just now but please come visit me tomorrow so I'll be able to show my gratitude "
He then proceed to pick up the body of his dog and enter the white deer.

the equipment you'll be able to find his SMALL sized , the horseslicer count as a small halberd but it is masterwork

It seems the battle is over . There are no more sounds of battle .

Gar walks up and lays a hand up on the Dorin's shoulder, and in a voice much softer then most are accustomed to coming from him. "It's done lad. Let them be. Tis best not to torment the dead. You did fine...."

Then with a bit more cheer in his voice. "Let's go see if we have anymore around town that we can practice on.

Dorin flinches at the touch, but when he turns around and sees the short dwarf, his mood improves. "Mr. Gar! he says. "You need armor." he reproves. "People don't last long in battle without armor. Haridan...back in the caravan...was always saying that. Ameiko says she didn't need it, of course..." The boy turns at the sound of the rescued man talking to Malcolm.

Malcolm addresses Aldren Foxglove, I do remember you, good sir. I am truly sorry that you were ambushed, and I am glad that we were able to deal with this threat before any further loss of life resulted. We will definitely return tomorrow to visit when things calm down. I am certain that we are needed back at the Cathedral, and we must make sure that there are no other threats throughout the town.

Malcolm returns his attention to the remainder of the group, Again, you all have demonstrated your courage and skill in the face of adversity. Sandpoint can stand proud of your accomplishments. I am beginning to think that our little group, while quite diverse, works well together in the face of danger. Well done, all!

Indeed, we are needed back at the cathedral. My blessings are nearly exhausted, but there still may be some folks who need my help. I may be no good in a fight, but I can provide comfort and aid.

Danaris turns to go. He looks haggard, harrowed by the experience. He turns back to others. You all did well. Sandpoint was blessed to have protectors such as you. Danaris walks to the cathedral, haunted, and wincing from his wounds.

Malcolm catches up to Danaris. Why so glum, friend? You did a fantastic job today, and I am sure that Erastil and our mentor will be greatly pleased. You pulled me out of the fire twice with your blessings.

Robin: What was the total XP for these encounters?

I am glad I could be of some assistance Malcolm. You were astonishing. Abadar's will flowed through, especially at the end, when we needed it most. But, I am afraid I am not cut out for all of this violence. I'm glad that the town can count on you, Kast, that dwarf, and those two lads. But, me, I am content to take care of my people.

Thank you Danaris, but have you considered that the best way to serve the people of Sandpoint would be to add your not so insignificant skills to the group of those protecting them like you did today, violence, or not?

Robin:

Zees finishes looting the goblins with a confused look. Where's their treasure? They're supposed to have treasure right? And potions and scrolls and mysterious orders written in code.

Zees greets Foxglove and thanks him for helping--even if it was late and didn't amount to anything. "I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, but for now we must head for the cathederal and hopefully meeting with the town leaders."

Zees joins the party and begins to daydream about what treasures they might receive as gratitude from the obviously rich man.

Perhaps I should be more like my brother Grachius, he's always one for a fight. Not much one for winning a fight, but . . . Danaris cracks a smile. Zees, I'd encourage you to not get so close to those goblins. You never know what sort of diseases they might be carrying. There's only so much that Erastil can do, and I hate for you to have to explain to your classmates where you got that Goblin Rot. . . They may not believe your stories about defending the town.

I'm going to have to work on keeping my brothers straight . .

Kast is glad to see Gar on his feet.

Hearing the kind words of Mr. Foxglove, Kast thinks it's going to be a long day until tomorrow.

Know (local): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 on Foxglove.

Looking around, Kast tries to think what a real soldier would do...probably scout for more enemies. Or figure out how the gobbos got inside the town. Or make sure there were no gobbos hiding. Then, probably begin to carry the dead either to a pyre for burning or the cathedral.

"Zees! Good work...let's see what kind of loot those gobbos have before we find a place to put their bodies."

"Gar, Malc. That was a bit different than our sparring, eh? But made all our training worth it. Suppose we should circle the town and try to find out if they are all gone for sure and how they got in?"

To Dorin: "You there! Good thinking!! By freezing the gobbos, you'll keep them from smelling and rotting and make them easier for us to move! Keep it up!"

"Gar! Does the militia have the power to commandeer a wagon? We could use one right about now."

"Malc. What do we do with these bodies? I mean, once Zees is done going through their pockets."

"Danaris, thanks again for the healing. I feel better and we have so much to do."

"Zees...by the way, did you notice that these goblins are different than those goblins over there? And those over there are different too? Different tribes? What the huh?"

Know (nature): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 on the goblin tribes.

PS, Robin: I'm fine with no XP, but you telling us to level up when you are ready. Whatever works best.

Yes, Kast...good work back there. I think that returning to the Cathedral will answer a great many of our questions. As for the dead, I am sure that the town leaders will have something to say regarding their disposal. I suggest we head back there first to report what we have done and where we did it. It will give us some notion of what went on in the other parts of town too.

Wand of magic missles. Cloak of invisibility. Ring of protection...

"Zees...by the way, did you notice that these goblins are different than those goblins over there? And those over there are different too? Different tribes? What the huh?"

"Huh. Oh, yeah. I did notice that. Makes me a bit nervous now that I think about it. It'd take someone with a lot of power to get those tribes to work together. That or someone who could trick them into it. Either way, some evil genius is manipulating things. Or, maybe they're all fleeing their homelands because of some great evil. Or, someone's discovered what a great wizard I'll be someday, but they don't know exactly who I am, so they decided to destroy the town. It's just like (blah, blah, blah, blah....)"

To reply in order

Malcolm , no problem , you can change to a Bastard Sword

Treasure Goblin Rhyme
A skull of Mice
A packet of Rice
To go with Lice
Treasure ! Nice !

The milicia are not the guard . Think of them as being an army reservist . So no special privilege .
Some information about garbage disposal in town . Sandpoint pay an fat heavily tattoed half-orc named Gorvi as a dungsweeper . He and some vagrants he pays a pittance gather all the garbage near the cliff called Junker's way and then push it over to let fall on the beach below … Most of it is then taken by the sea with the tide but needless to see , the north beach is not a romantic place to bring a girlfriend …
For your information , James Jacobs was inspired by a real practice in his hometown around 1900

You go back to the cathedral which Father Zantus has organised as a kind of hospital for those wounded in the battle . Sadly , some people have died but none of your families were injured .
Over the next minutes , a picture of what happened become clearer . While most people run to hide , Sheriff Belor with some help did go south and saved the Curious Goblin from some goblin offended by its sign of a Goblin READING ! Daviren Hosk ran to his GoblinSquash stables just in time to add some more to his collection of goblin ears . Meanwhile some people at the cathedral found enough weapons to organize themselves and run donw the goblins still near the cathedral square with the help of the two armed guards who were present . The rest of the day is passed with people recounting to themselves what they did during the attack or mourning their dead.. Pretty soon , it's obvious that YOU were the ones who killed the most goblins , most of the others were happy to just make them run away .
The consecration of the cathedral is done soberly with thanks given to the gods that the attack did not claim more victims

And now the moment some of you have asking for : 450 xp each

Sheriff Belor with some help did go south and saved the Curious Goblin from some goblin offended by its sign of a Goblin READING!

Lol.

Kast is somewhat relieved that he doesn't need to clean up all the goblin bodies, but is still concerned about where the goblins came from.

If he has a chance to talk to Sheriff Belor, Kast will inquire if there is anything he (or we, if any of you want to help), can do to track down the entry points of the goblins.

Also, is there someone in town who might have more information on the goblins? I clearly don't know enough, and Zees thinks this is all a paranoid plot to get him...

Failing that, Kast will assist Danaris with whatever needs to be done with the hospital, but would prefer to be standing guard or finding out if there are more around.

Did I get the small goblin lance/horsechopper?

Kast, if you want it, I vote you can have it.
Danaris spends the next few hours, providing aid to those who need it and as much advice and comfort as he can.

While he is helping people, Danaris listens to their stories, both for the sake of listening and to see if he can pick up any additional information about the attacks.

Warning : you would get a -2 to hit using it

If there is a moment of downtime. Gar will go down to the docks to make sure no tunnel-rats got to messing with his current ship. Those he passes on the way can here him muttering."...lashes before the mast....keelhaul them....hang 'em by lanyards....carve them into a masthead...belay their skulls...

Warning : you would get a -2 to hit using it

Tis a fine trophy...I seek not to attack with it. Kast might have it mounted...but will definitely use it tonight when describing the valor of Malc and Danaris, enacting the 'female' goblin's attempts to take down the Erastil cleric and the Abadaran.

Later tonight, when things are over and one, Kast will, in fact, use the horsechopper to describe his tale wherever such events are happening.

To tell the tale: Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

I'm not sure I'm doing the tale justice, but the tale will be told!

Attacking air with the horsechopper during the performance (to see if it breaks), enacting the fight as best I can remember:

1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17 "..and 3 times did the goblin rider attack brave Sir Malcolm...once... "
1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8 "...twice..."
1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15 "...and thrice again before the brave Sir Malcolm smote her yet again while our heroic Danaris distracted and bothered the goblin from flank..."