After a day of fun and festivities, the sun begins to set on the town of Sandpoint. The booths have closed and only a few of the Swallowtails still flit through town, most having been chased off or left seeking thier own freedom. As Sandpoint begins to darken, Father Zantus takes the central podium and cracks off a thunderstone a bit away from anyone so as not to hurt anyone. The sound is quite loud, and at it's obvious signal people begin to shuffle thier way into town square. Most of the inhabitants of the town seem to be here, with people of every ethnicity, race or vocation present. The father waits until everyone has gathered and settled a bit before taking to the podium. Just as he climbs to the podium and raises his hand, about to begin speaking, a woman's scream rings out into the silent night air.
Rohan and Copperscale look around for where the scream came from and why she is screaming.
Rohan Perception
Copperscale Perception
Vulf had been enjoying the time alone with Aria holding her hand and generally being close to her. He had told her of how he would stay a few days to enjoy the town and be able to talk to her more before deciding what to do afterwords and how he'd like to call on her again. Then later on the ceremony had drawn near and he asked her if she knew where they had to go and had made his way towards it.
Perception
Vulf picks up the screaming immediately and looks down to Zelaria with concern.
" Did you hear that?" not waiting for her reply he tugs at her hand so they can make their way towards the source of the screams.
Zelaria looks in vain for their companions when she is suddenly arrested by Vulf.
"I did not see the others," she answers with a tone of warning. "We must be cautious."
Markellus, who had thoroughly enjoyed seeing the uppity halfing trounced by the town's Sheriff earlier, was sad to see the festival coming to an end. He wondered where the others had gone off to, and determined to make sure that Zelaria was doing alright after the Father's closing words.
As a woman's scream echoes through the town, Markellus jumps slightly and turns toward the sound, trying to locate its source. That doesn't sound like part of the festivities
Perception Check:
The sound seems to come from the east of town, and as you approach you find a large opening at the edge of the crowd, near the food tables. There is a dog, sitting and growling over a young woman, who is bleeding from her arm. She sits crying and screaming, her eyes scanning the surrounding area, terrified. The dog's hackles are raised and it is growling at the surrounding darkness, which seems suddenly full of menace. There is a sharp yelp and the dog is dead, his throat cut by the small figure now crouching above it. This small, ugly figure has green skin and large eyes and head. It's sharp, grotesque teeth are bared in a nasty grin as it licks blood from its blade, a small, ugly, sharpened length of metal that can hardly be called a knife. From the darkness come 4 more of the disgusting little creatures. All of them ready thier dogslicers and begin moving toward the girl.
The situation suddenly clear, Markellus reacts quickly and calmly, in accordance with his training. In one smooth motion, moves his bow from his shoulder to his hand. In another, he seamlessly draws and nocks an arrow. One more motion, and the arrow is away, flying toward the dog-killing goblin. Deadeye, don't fail me now, girl's in danger!
He winces slightly as the arrow flies past its mark, embedding itself in hte nearby wall. "Away from them, carefully!" he shouts to the woman as he nocks another arrow. "I'll cover you!"
Move Action: Equip Longbow
Standard Action: Attack the goblin that killed the dog.
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Rohan and Copper seeing the female in distress spring into action. Rohan wasting no time will move towards the closet creature, call upon his innate magic to power his weapon and strike at it.
"Hey, why don't you attack someone who can fight back?"As he will taunt them.
Rohan
Swift Action - Activate Arcane Strike
Move Action - Move up to closest target.
Standard - Attack said target.
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Copperscale will follow his best friend into battle and takes a bite out of the the same creature.
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The gobbo laughs as rohan misses him, but then snarls and swings at Copperscale as he is bitten by the little dragon. The little one is obviously hurt, but not yet dead. Snarling, he lashes back at Copperscale.
As his dogslicer skirts the little drakes scales the others laugh and charge the party. One leaps to the table, stuffing food into his pockets quickly. Another walks under the table, trying to threaten knees and ankles from his cover.
Two of them approach Vulf and Zelaria, striking out at them.
The dogslicer digs into Zelaria's calf painfully and the goblin laughs as the blood begins to flow.
Vulf snarls in rage at the sight of Zelaria's blood and whips his sword out and lashes out at both goblins. His first strike goes wide however, his back-slice with the second blade slices across the second Goblins chest.
Step up to try and get between Zelaria and the Goblins using move action to draw sword
Attacks:
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Possible Crit: non confirm
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Zelaria screams as her leg gets slashed to the bone (), looses Vulf's hand and throws herself back and away from the horrid little creature who attacked her.
Raising her arms above her head, and speaking with an etheral sort of calm due to the shock of rapid blood loss, Zelaria calls the attention of the goblin horde to herself. "See, you've wounded me, come now, finish me and trouble these people no more!"
Zelaria's tattoos flash a brilliant ultraviolet color that appears to light up a great portion of her skin beneath her dress as her power consumes her and . The spell rolls from her tattooed left hand in a series of strange, multi colored runes that twine around and entrance the goblins.
Desna, please, let the girl get away safely, Zelaria prays.
The DC for Zelaria's Hypnotism spell is 16, but they will get a +2 to their will saves as they are currently engaged in combat with the party.
All of the goblins stop and stare at Zelaria, stunned by her magics.
Retroactive actions to catch me up.
The quick version.
Florin offers some form of witticism to the lady regarding the fine quality of goods in her shop then leaves. Returns to the arena to watch the Vulf Vs Halfling fight. Attempts to find the other shop but its closed. Purchases a bottle of wine as a present for Zelaria’s families hospitality (-1Gp). So returning to watch the final Florin decides to ask Zelaria who the girl is. Either way he can’t find her but meets Rohan, Copper, Dorrak and Markellus. (We can do the introduction of characters in the ooc thread if you like?) The other two return Florin doesn’t ask yet but continues to flounce around in a Florin-type manner until the attack at the ceremony.
Activate arcane strike = Swift action.
Bard inspire courage = Standard action.
Everything seems to happen very quickly and Florin is slow to react to the unfolding events. Drawing his blade from his belt and holding it aloft he focuses hard on the tip. It’s been so long since I did this last. Right focus. humming softly to himself florin visualises his blade from pommel to tip. Low at first but soon the unmistakable sound of a pitch perfect C note rings from the blade.
”Still your minds my friends, draw your spirits to stand as titans in defence of this town and these people. Make every swing of your bade or pull of the string in the knowledge that we fight for a higher cause today...”
Dorrak stares blankly at the scene.
Is this real? Taking a brief moment to judge the reactionsof those around him his face twists, puzzled by the sudden chaos.
dark pits! he spits as Zelarias leg is opened by the goblin blade. He grabs his hammer and begins a short prayer to Torag.
master of the great forge, guide our hands as we remove these impurities he calls on his god to bless the group.
The goblins stand blankly, staring at Zelaria, thier dogslicers at thier sides. The girl manages to get away and the rest of the crowd is out of the area. You can hear screams from the rest of town, it seems this is not the only raiding party.
Markellus will calmly aim once more, breathe out, and release.
Rohan and Copper take the opportunity to make thier attacks at the goblin next to them.
Rohan is able to find only air, but his eidolon's savage bite puts the goblin to the ground.
Having heard screams elsewhere, Zelaria recognizes the need to conserve her resources.
Move Action: Five foot towards wherever Dorrak is for ease of healing post combat.
The color of the light emitted from Zelaria's tattoos shifts to a bright turquoise, the color of strength as she moves her arms in a fashion to cast an offensive spell.
Standard Action: Cast on whichever nasty bugger isn't currently engaged in melee for and damage.
Vulf sees the now slack expressions of the goblins and glnaces a quick look over his shoulder to see Zelaria her tattoos glowing and thanks the spirits she was on his side.
Move action: None
Attacks: Full round attack
If Dorrack casts bless its a +2; if helpless its +5; If both its +6
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Second
Realizing the goblins are temporarily dazed, Dorrak grips his hammer tight in his fist and approaches the infernal beast Zelaria hit with her acid splash.
Growling as he approaches he does a stutter step and hurls himself forward, hatred in his eyes, hammer streaking in a large overhead arc intended to intersect with a goblin skull.
Modifiers: +1 (bless), +1 vs. goblinoid (racial)
Any additional bonus vs hypnotized enemy haven't been added.
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Making a firm connection, Dorrak's hammer finds its target deforming the pests face. The sickening sound of a skull being mashed fills the air and the goblin crumples eerily into an unmoving pile at Dorrak's feet.
Charge one of the goblins = Full round action.
Maintain bardic performance. = Free action.
Modifiers: +4 Attack (Performance + Bless + Charge)
+2 damage (Arcane strike + Performance.)
“ Recall the Story of Shar the Pious and how he fought 3 tribes of goblins for over a month. Striking their patrols from hiding, hunting their shamans, slaying the Fell wooooooor...
As Florin is shouting his inspiring stories of heroes of renown, he fails to see a large chunk of rock sticking out of the floor and as he charges his foot makes contact with the obstacle. His brave charge becomes a display of flailing arms and legs. Finally Florin stops on his knees before the drooling goblin he meant to run through.
Frowning at his ineptitude for the moment, Markellus draws two more arrows, firing the first while holding the other in his teeth, then quickly following up. Deadeye, Huntsman, Lord of Stags, a bit of favor here would go over quite well, but your will is what it is.
Following up on Florin's charge, the arrows zip over Florin's shoulders, embedding themselves into the goblin. Markellus allows himself a feeling of grim satisfaction, but his eyes are hard and cold as he draws two more arrows from his quiver and seeks out more raiders to destroy. They shal NOT harm any while I am here, I swear it on the Grim Stag's horns.
Full-Round Action: Rapid shot attack against the goblin that Florin charged.
Attack modifiers: +1 base, +3 Dex, -2 Rapid shot, +1 Bless, +1 Inspire Courage= +4
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Rohan and Copperscale will continue with their assault on the goblins.
Rohan inspired by the Florin's story and by the blessing given to him by Dorrak, he attempts to run the creature through.
Rohan however is too distracted by everything going on, his concern for the woman, and for Zelaria causes him to just barely miss the goblin.
Copper will inch about the goblin, moving ever closer for a flank before he lays into it with vicious flurry of claws and teeth.
Claw
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Claw
damage
Bite
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Confirming Critical Hit
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After a quick glancing swipe with his claw, he misses with his other claw but his teeth tear into the goblin's neck and he rips the head right off. The normally jolly little wyrmling is more like a vicious animal right now, fueled by the bard's story and Dorrak's divine magic.
The final goblin is still lost as he stares at the pretty human woman. She really does look tasty with all that blood down her leg.
Zelaria's tattoos continue to shine turquoise, with increasing radiance as she draws further upon her connection with her innate magics. Any who are looking upon her at this moment can see that her pupils are dilated and she seems almost intoxicated by her power, her limbs making languid movements as her voice becomes deeper, speaking the words of the spell in the ancient tongue of her people -
"All things will return to the earth, be broken to its essential elements, and acid assists this course."
but the arc of acid fails to manifest, instead leaving a nasty taste and odor on the tip of her tongue.
Right, then, let's finish this quick Dorrak says as he approaches the remaining goblin.
Attack modifiers: +1 bless, +1 racial bonus vs goblin, +1 inspire courage
Attempting to maximize the force generated by his swing, Dorrak spins in a clockwise direction, pulling his hammer in a back-hand arc. Misjudging the distance required for such a fancy maneuver, his hammer falls short of the target.
Pits! he grunts, regaining control of his momentum. So much for the fancy stuff...
Nodding slightly to himself as most of the goblins fall, Markellus draws his bow and fires off two more quick shots at the final goblin. His first shot distracts the goblin just log enough for his second to slam into the side of its neck.
Satisfied with this shot, Markellus prepares another arrow and looks around for any other attackers.
6 Arrows used after this round, I believe.
Full-Round Action: Rapid Shot on the final Goblin.
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Rohan and Copper seeing the last goblin fall to Markellus' arrow, will run over to Zelaria. "Are you alright? Can you still fight? We don't seem to be done with these creatures." Rohan asks nodding towards the screaming in the other parts of the town.
Once combat is over, Dorrak will channel energy to help heal those who have taken damage.
Dorrak kneels on one knee and puts the head of his hammer to the ground, held with his left hand and his right hand in the air.
Torag, I ask you grant me the power to mend the bodies of those who have been wronged by these infernal goblin invaders.
Waves of energy ripple outward from his raised hand and wounds begin to close.
Let's move, it sounds like our assistance may be needed throughout the village. he says, springing to his feet. Stay together, eyes open.
Zelaria looses her connection with her power, and the brilliant radiance of her tattoos fades. Summoned by Dorrak, Zelaria touches Vulf's arm and bids her companion to assist her moving to the priest to receive healing. She tries not to appear too frail, clinging to him in such a manner, but the pain is quite sharp.
"Thank you, Father," she sings, and giggles, the rush of powerful magics still effecting her. "I will endeavor not to be so... present in the next encounter, so that you may save your grace for others more deserving.
"But, you have the right of it, we should hurry," she adds.
Mama, please, be safe, I will return to you when we are able!
You did well, girl. Dorrak says patting Zelaria's forearm and looking her in the eyes. But, yes, it's a good idea to keep clear of those blades and use your gifts from afar and we'll make the best of this situation we've been thrown into. He gives her wrist a gentle squeeze and nods his head. Strong as stone. Keep your wits about you.
"You did great, Zelaria. I don't know if we would have done as well without your help. But like Dorrak said, we should move out." Rohan says to the Varisian sorceress. "Yep. You were amazing, Aria." Copper chimes in, seemingly back to his old self after the last goblin was put down.
Zelaria smiles warmly at Dorrak's calm and sweet nature. More talkative than Bjørn, true, but much the same, she muses, and blushes slightly.
"One moment, please Father, and sirs," Zelaria says, holding up her tattooed hand.
The radiance of her tattoos swell again, and coupled with her eyes burn green as she lets her hands down around her body and speaks a spell,
"Let the very air become as stone, and become my armor. Let their blades pass by me, and not through me."
casting on herself.
"Apologies for my vanity, but as you said, Father, my wits are of as great use to you as my magics. We will meet these creatures on fairer terms, now."
Florin regains his feet and brushes the dust off his knees. “Errr thank you Markellus. I think staying together would be an excellent idea, I for one would be glad of a few extra blades. Right fellows shall we.” Florin points towards the noise down the street and straps his buckler to his arm.
Vulf looks around and seeing no more goblins alive helps Aria to the Dwarf and remains silent throughout the ordeal and keeps on watch for any more goblins close to them his sword blades at the ready.
"Zelaria, should we go check on your mother?" he looks down to her and then quickly back up the streets as he hears more screaming in the distance. His elven senses lending him strength during this hectic time.
Zelaria's eyes widen and her features betray that she is quite desperate to learn whether or not her Mama is well, but after a moment, she shakes her head.
"I worry for her, but so far as we know, these creatures are in the street for now, not attacking homes. If we find that they are," Zelaria arrests herself and frowns deeply. "We can do more good for others here, now, I believe. Desna will keep her," she prays, but her voice is scarcely audible for the last.
Sandpoint is in chaos. The screams mingle with the chants of goblins all around.
"Goblins chew and goblins bite.
Goblins cut and goblins fight.
stab the dog and cut the horse,
Goblins eat and take by force!
Goblins race and goblins jump.
Goblins slash and goblins bump.
Burn the skin and mash the head,
Goblins here and you be dead!
chase the baby, catch the pup.
Bonk the head to shut it up.
Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed
We be goblins! You be food!"
A bloom of fire catches your eye to one side of the market square. The goblins are trying to start a fire! It could be extremely dangerous to the town, even more so than the raid itself. One goblin nearby falls and quickly drowns in a rain barrel.
When the group reaches the clearing where the fire is, they see 6 goblins standing around a building throwing torches. One unlucky goblin has caught fire and is screaming as the others laugh. One of the goblins is wielding a whip, cracking it to move the goblins along, while chanting terrible goblin songs.
Zelaria, ensuring that she remains behind her noble protectors on this occasion, begins singing in response to the goblins as she begins making the motions to cast once more. Her tattoos immediately flare a bright fuchsia color, a mixture of red, pink and purple for inner strength, courage and intuition.
Goblins smell and goblins stink.
Goblins burn and goblins learn.
Girl spell goblins and steal their will,
Goblins men and heroes will kill!
since the goblins are not currently engaged in melee, their will save is standard. The DC to beat Zelaria's Hypnotism remains 16
Rohan and Copperscale will take advantage of the inattentive goblins.
Rohan runs full speed and attempts to impale one of the oblivious goblins, but he trips and stumbles on some debris in his haste to battle.
Partial Charge
However, Copperscale leaps forward teeth first and rips a goblin's neck from it's body. Apparently he isn't full from the festival food!
Partial Charge
Confirming Critical
more damage
Vulf charges headlong into battle amongst the thickest group of them and lashes out at the nearest goblin. Spinning the sword around he uses the momentum to cut through the flimsy armor the goblin wears and nearly severs of the goblins spindly arms off, bone protruding grossly from the limb.
Charge:
damage-
Remove the keystone to weaken the structure.
Dorrak targets the whip of what seems to be the leader goblin and casts Animate Rope instructing it to loop and knot*.
Three of the goblins begin to watch Zelaria, but one is jolted back to reality by the crack of the Warchanter. He is promptly eaten by Copperscale. Vulf's goblin quickly passes out from loss of blood.
As the Warchanter calls to make the goblins go forward her whip seems to suddenly snake around her neck, her voice suddenly going silent and her other hand grasping at it.
Blessed Rapier charge attack.
Florin charges the last entranced goblin aiming for his small chest however the blow was not struck squarely enough and the goblin swayed with the attack leaving florin to score a glancing but ineffective hit.
Markellus sights on the remaining goblin whose will is his own and lets fly two arrows, both of which are misses.
The warchanter, strangled, attempts to pull the whip away.
She flails worthlessly at the whip and fails terribly to gain any purchase.
Round 2
Rohan engages the remaining free willed goblin and attempt to land a hit, as impossible as it seems.
Rohan again fails to connect.What is distracting me? Why can't I get my head into this fight?
Copper pounces upon the grappled warchanter and barely scratches its arm with his teeth.
The hue of Zelaria's tattoos shift once again to turquoise and she calls upon the elements once again to spray an arc of Acid at one of the entranced goblins
but once again, the spell dies on her tongue. Grimacing at the taste, Zelaria spits, and her sputum can be seen to burn singe the earth below her feet. Fair tendrils of smoke billow up from the site, reflecting the radiance of the magic inherent in her tattoos.
Round 2
Vulf ignores the other goblins and steps up to the now tangled up leader and unleashes his fury on Him, her, it?.
His first strike lays the goblins belly open, thin ropes of entrails spill out from the gash as his second strike whips past the goblins head.
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