Markellus frowns as the latest batch of goblins does their thing. More than I'd expect... Nasty creatures.[i] Muttering another prayer to Ol' Deadeye, he nocks two more arrows and lets fly at the nearest distracted goblin. Frowning as they hit the building, he takes a quick look around and nods approvingly at the others' success. [i]Thank you for good allies, and lessons in humility, he thinks as he draws two more arrows and seeks out another target.
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...Rapid shot, what else?
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Dorrak reaches down and grabs a handful of dirt, clears his throat and spits in his hand. Offering a hushed word in Dwarven to Torag he holds his fist to his forehead and squeezes tight before throwing the muddy glob at the non-dazed goblin.
The afternoon breeze catches the glob and carries it in an awkward ark toward a nearby bench. The wood sizzles and smokes as the glob eats a small hole through the material.
For the love of ... BLASTED WIND!! Dorrak exclaims, frustrated by the result of his attempt. Steady stones, steady stones he says as his face relaxes. Need to work on that one s'more. Right as rocks.
The warchanter ineffectually grasps at the rope as she slowly falls unconscious from blood loss or asphyxiation.
Florin once more attempts to strike out with his fine rapier but finds only the dirt of the street. "Damn goblins are quick."
Two of the goblins seem to tilt thier head in odd unison to watch Zelaria spit acid, and one grins. Their companion is not so amused and tries to kill the nasty little lizard hurting the others.
The goblin lashes out blindly with dogslicer and torch, hitting with the small knife as a glancing blow. "Ha... ugly yellow dog not big now." He cheers.
Rohan will attempt to get his head into the fight and attempt to impale the same goblin as before.Why am I being embarassed by goblins?
Swift Action - Arcane Strike
Standard Action - Longspear a goblin
Rohan seems to be letting his frustration get the best of him as he swings wildly missing the goblin by a mile.
Copperscale will end his assault on the dying warchanter and instead turn his attention to the goblin who dared to attack the great wyrmling.
"No one calls the golden omnipotent one a dog!"
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Copperscale just lays into the offending goblin. Again his mighty and powerful jaws tear a whole in the creature's neck.
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Zelaria, the light of her tattoos flaring red as she takes offense to being mocked, casts on a still active goblin. A burst of multi colored swirls not unlike a firework display envelop him.
"I shall not suffer to be mocked by one whose are so clearly marked!"
The DC to resist Zelaria's Daze is 15
Vulf grins in triumph seeing his foe once again succumb to his blade and looks around for another foe. Seeing the two goblins still staring at Zelaria he steps back towards them and slices down at them.
His first strike takes the goblin on the left across the back slicing it from shoulder to hip. Not pausing to finish the creature Vulf spins into his second attack aiming at the goblin on his right, removing the dazed goblins head from his shoulders.
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Hoping that his luck has returned once more, Markellus takes a bead on another goblin and fires. Erathis guide my bow today. More of these goblins beg your wrath!
He grins as one of them nicks a goblin, and takes a quick glance around as he draws two more arrows. "How are you all doing so far?" he shouts as he considers any further threats. "Gods' protection on us all...
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The last two goblins fall to Markellus's arrows and Vulf's blades. The town is still quite in shambles. The sherriff, on the other side of the square, finishes slamming in a goblin's skull, then notices your little group. "Are you all hurt?" He asks quickly, moving toward you.
Vulf seeing no more Goblins quickly runs to Zelaria his eyes seraching her person for evidence of injury. Ignoring the sheriff entirely as he cuts right through his path.
"Are you hurt Zelaria?" he asks her quietly concern evident in his voice.
Zelaria releases her hold on her magics, and the brightness of her tattoos gradually fades before going inert. She considers the bloody tear in the skirt of her dress, very nearly the only evidence that she had been injured, now. It had hurt at the time, yes, but she had persevered, and together they had stopped the goblins from setting fire to the building.
"Scratches, our thanks to Father Dorrak. I am quite well," she answers Vulf, and smiles. She lets out her hand to him to take if he would like, and turns to address Sheriff Belor. "Have you heard anything concerning the remainder of the town? Have the goblins raided any homes?" she inquires, willing herself to remain calm.
Markellus nods grimly in greeting to the sheriff, and stands with an arrow nocked in his bow as the others talk with the sheriff. "Doing find here. Don't mind me. Might be that more come by." Thankya Deadeye for your protection. Bless the bodies of the fallen, and care for all who have been harmed by them.
Dorrak raises his hammer to the sheriff. Right as rocks Sheriff Hemlock. Four slugs here that'll bother Sandpoint no more.
Rohan looks around at his friends and at the destruction while tending to Copper's wounds. "Are there anymore goblins we need to worry about?
Rejuvenate Eidolon, Lesser
Sheriff Hemlock shakes his earthbreaker off and begins speaking. "No homes 'ave been raided that I've seen, most of them are just in the streets." The big Shoanti sighs and looks around. "Are you folks capable? I need some help. My deputies are all in the streets trying to keep people safe but there's apparently a chief here in the village. If I can kill him the raid might fall apart without leadership. At least it'd be a damn sight easier ta manage. But there's also a commando squad of them on their damned rats headed toward the storehouses. They steal that food and people will starve this winter. I'd appreciate if you kept my people from starving." The Sheriff seems eager to move, and his hands play along his earthbreaker angrily.
And me without spells! Zelaria seethes.
"I would be happy to assist, Sheriff," Zelaria supplies automatically. She looks to her companions, "But I am not at full strength. At most, my magics may be able to stun one or two targets. If you will still have me..."
Vulf nods silently going along with Zelaria's willingness to help. He remembered her mother and her kind invitation and wished to make sure that people like her would get through this night.
Vulf holds Zelaria's hand in his and squeezes it to give her strength.
"Just point us in the right direction. Vulf adds to Aria's words.
Markellus nods and moves to retrieve his spent arrows, the immediate threat apparently past. "Be happy to help. After all, 'A neighbor's grain is also worth saving when winter times are harsh.'"
He scratches his chin for a moment after Zelaria mentions her lack of magical armament, and holds out his bow to her. "Hrrm. Think you could handle the draw on this? Best to keep you safe, and I'm doubting that you'd be willing to stay away from the critters." His eyes twinkle at the sight of Vulf's hand squeeze, "I can always use my spear." He jerks his thumb back toward the much-ignored spear that is strapped to his back. Besides, you've already bled for this town in full measure. Best that no one else has to, if possible, and certainly best that one doesn't bear the burden alone... Deadeye, lend me the strength to protect all others here.
Zelaria shakes her head mournfully at the offer of the bow. "I appreciate the offer, but I am unable to use a bow. I still have the ability to hurl acid, although I prefer not to if the goblin is already engaged. I would restrict my dazing magics to the chief, of course, as I have seen that you are all quite capable of disposing of the others quickly enough.
"But..." Zelaria says and brightens, "I can use your spear, if it does come to me defending myself, it would allow me to put some distance between myself and the creature so we do not have a repeat of the unpleasantness earlier," she suggests with a smile.
Markellus smiles and nods, reaching back to undo the ties around his spear, and grabbing it before it falls to the ground. "Here you go then. Just remember the first rule of using a spear, and you'll be fine." He smiles more broadly as he takes a two-handed grasp on the spear and thrusts with it. "Block with the haft, and, most importantly of all, stick them with the pointy end." With that, he hands it over without any flourishing, and his face returns turns serious. "Do stay safe, though. Don't hesitate to withdraw if trouble approaches."
Vulf grins as Aria takes the spear and says jokingly as he shrugs his long bladed sword onto his shoulder.
"Now you are a double threat, hopefully I wont be put out of a job being your protector Zelaria. Now shall we go teach these goblins why not to mess with us and our party?"
Zelaria smiles warmly at the easy exchange between Markellus and Vulf. Erastil's blessing, likely, she hums, and takes a firm grip of the spear near its tip. "Yes, lets."
"Yea, let's teach those gobbo's a lesson they'll never forget." Chirps the enthusiastic Copperscale. Rohan looks a little discouraged from his performance during the fight, but he nods his head in agreement.
Florin re-adjusts his armour and shield. With his blade still humming he says “Just point us in the right direction we will protect your harvest and more importantly let no harm come to the inhabitants of this fine settlement.”
The sheriff nods, obviously happy with the answer. "I'll be heading toward the chief. The storehouses are three streets down, that way." He points to the south. "I hope you all find as much battle as you can stomach." Hemlock hefts his earthbreaker and charges away quickly, almost absentmindedly taking a goblins legs out from under it as he passes.
Zelaria's eyes widen slightly, witnessing Sheriff Belor's glee to be acting in defense of their town, maybe..., then shakes her head slightly, and recalls that their own call to action is of paramount importance as well. She looks to her companions,and slips her fingers delicately out from Vulf's to grasp the haft of Markellus's spear securely. "Gentlemen, shall we prove ourselves champions of Sandpoint?" she offers with a smile.
"Champion of Sandpoint. I can add that to my list of titles." Copperscale ponders out loud."This town and its people treated us so well. We should give back." Rohan says ignoring the drake's comment.
If no one is seriously injured, let us go. The longer we let these damned things run amok the more likely people are to get hurt. Dorrak squints and scratches his beard with his left hand as he pulses his hammer in his right fist. We're a capable bunch, Sandpoint needs us. Let's not allow this day to be ruined.
Markellus shrugs as the conversation continues. "Well, best we get going; no good can come from a delay." With that, he starts heading toward the storehouses, stringing an arrow as he does so. Deadeye, "food stored is life later," as you say. Let these townsfolk live to see another Festival.
The city seems to be fighting off the raid, or at least most of it seems to have moved to other sections of the city. As your little group grows closer to the grain storage you hear the sounds of a desperate battle, goblin battle cries, and the yelping of dogs. As you enter the clearing in the buildings you are greeted by the sight of a group of goblins fighting a dog who stand between them and a cowering man. The corpse of a second dog lies near the first, brought down by the small halberd in the hands of a goblin astride what looks like a giant rat who fights the other dog. Beside him are two warchanters, continuing to screech out their ugly songs. Along the side are five other goblins, three in the process of carrying a bag of grain above their heads. Soon after you come close, the dog is caught by the warchanters and killed by the goblin leader. He turns and laughs. "Longshanks to kill! GO!" he screeches to the other goblins.
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Initiative:Mark, Vulf, Florin, Zelaria, Leader, Dorrak, Copper, Rohan, Gobbos, Warchanters. Bolded names have not made their move.
Rohan and Copper wasting no time will both charge into the fray. Their attacks both focused on the goblin leader.
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Rohan uses the momentum to his advantage lands a hurtful blow on the leader.
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Full-Round Action - Charge
Copper has a lot less luck and stumbles so his bite misses the leader.
Markellus' face turns cold as he sees the carnage before him. Best to protect the living first. "Save that man!" he cries as he quickly fires two arrows at the nearest Warchanter. "Get to safety when you can!" he yells at the cowering man. Strike true this day in Deadeye's name!
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...Ow. Probably not much luck with those rolls.
Vulf grins at the sight of so many enemies and feels his blood sing in answer to the cal of battle his tattoos glowing lividly he charges into the thickest clump of them and slices wildly at them. Just managing to miss the first one but Vulf seems uncaring as he readies himself for their attacks, grinning wildly at the goblins.
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Zelaria assesses the situation calmly and deliberately. The warchanters, she has seen, drive the lesser goblins into a fury. Their leader, however, stands above them shouting orders. Seeing that Markellus has focused on the warchanters with his arrows, Zelaria decides to attempt to neutralize the leader with spells so that another might approach him in melee.
Zelaria moves into whatever position is necessary to reach the goblin leader with her spells, and for the third time tonight, embraces her innate magics. It comes so easily now, almost too easily her mind seethes, before the thought is washed away by a torrent of euphoria like a drug.
Zelaria giggles as her tattoos glow a brilliant orange, filtered through her dress almost redolent of Copper's telltale scale. She lifts her arms, the weight of the spear in one going completely unnoticed as she makes the signs for the spell .
"May my Lady Desna's wings, beautiful and good, and deliver you into oblivion!"
The goblin leader is startled by the bright lights, flashing colors and swelling sounds.
His blade begins to make its distinct pitched tone as Florin strides forward towards a goblin ”And once more dear friends must we engage this despicable foe. Show them that our souls are as granite against their vile chant for we have goodness and honour on our side and we will triumph!..."
Mark's arrows miss just as Vulf reaches his goblin, also having bad luck. Florin begins his chant as the goblin leader stares at Zelaria's display. Dorrak, holding a wooden plank as a makeshift shield, moves forward with his hammer held high, keeping it and the plank between the enemies and his body.
His hammer goes far astray, with no chance to strike. Meanwhile, the leader is struck by Rohan's spear and staggers, avoiding Copper's bite. Three of the goblins drop their grain sack slowly, taking thier time. The other two move forward with dogslicers held high. One advancing at Copper and the other moving in towards Vulf.
One flimsy knife scrapes from golden scales as Vulf contemptuously knocks the other away.
The warchanters look at one another, afraid. One begins her goblin song, attempting to rally. The other's whip snakes out toward Zelaria.
The whip fails to twine around her legs however.
ROUND 2:Mark, Vulf, Florin, Zelaria, Leader, Dorrak, Copper, Rohan, Gobbos, Warchanters. Bolded names have not made their move.
Rohan continues his assault on the leader."We protect this town, attacking it means you have to deal with us!"He tells the leader while shifting over for a flank with his companion.
However, Rohan lets the sounds of battle distract him.
Copper takes the cue and also shifts for the flank. He growls at the leader as he unleashes his draconic fury.
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Copperscale's furious attacks all find their marks inflicting many gashes upon the leader's skin.
Zelaria's tattoos flare red, then blue in defense and then strength and she takes a five foot step back, and as Markellus instructed her, levels the spear between herself and the goblin warchanter who has made an attempt on her in melee in a flourish as she tries to burn the creature's mouth and face to keep her from singing again.
Once again, the spell fails as it passes her lips, and Zelaria spits acid. She has, however, in accordance with her bloodline powers, received +1 to her AC and any saves against spells initiated by the indicated warchanter.
Frowning at the Warchanter that lashed out at Aria, Markellus attempts to spit each Warchanter with an arrow. She's bled enough for this town already. "Over here, little fellas!" he shouts as the arrows fly away. "Why don't you try your luck with a meatier target.
He smiles grimly as the first arrow clips its target, pleased to at least be doing some damage.
Full-Round Action: Rapid Shot against the Warchanters
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Edit: OH, I keep forgetting, add another +1 to the attack rolls if Markellus is within 30 ft. of his targets. Yay point-blank shot.
Regaining his footing Dorrak growls and lashes out with a mid-line backhand swing of his hammer.
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Slugs! He shouts as his hammer crushes the ribs of the much hated being in front of him.
Certainly a hit, you should also roll damage for every strike. Somee may be hits you didn't expect and it speeds up combat not to need to ask.
”Ah so now the foe tremble in fear when confronted by Copper the scourge of goblins, see his talons are like razors, his teeth as keen as...” Without pause florins tone changes entirely he fixes the goblin leader with a smile and says his words layered with innate arcane power. ”This one eyed dragon walks into a bar, the Innkeeper says did you know we have a drink named after you!... And the dragon says what, Eric? Florin then continues his rhetoric. ...sharpened knives. Oh yes you see your doom in those white needles...
Vulf steps into the midle of the fray and whirls his swords about him. He howls in victory as one slice takes agoblin through its body.
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The group begins massacring the goblins easily. Mark's arrow skims the arm of one warchanter painfully, bringing a snarl to her fanged mouth, and Vulf cuts the stomach from one of the peons.
The Leader seems entirely unamused and as Zelaria spits acid to the ground he and his mount strike back at the tall Hermean who struck him with his spear.
The horsechopper painfully finds flesh as Rohan's strike misses him, interfering with the goblin dogs attack. The little goblins victory is short lived however, because as Dorrak slams one of his minions into the dirt he is torn near to shreds by the claws and fangs of Copper the Goblin Scourge.
The goblin near Copper continues his assualt as the one by Florin moves forward to him and another begins charging towards the Longshanks Archer.
Florin takes a light scrape from one dogslicer, near his neck, which could have been severe. One of the warchanters tries to knock down Rohan and the other tries for Zelaria.
Fortunately both whips get no purchase.
Enemy Report:2 Goblins dead, 3 alive, 1 Warchanter Fine, 1 Warchanter Damaged by 2, Leader dead, Goblin Dog fine.
ROUND 3:Mark, Vulf, Florin, Zelaria, Leader, Dorrak, Copper, Rohan, Gobbos, Warchanters. Bolded names have not made their move.
Markellus moves closer to the action and sights the Warchanter again, and lets fly a single arrow. Easy does it--been too hasty with my shots so far... 'Slow and steady ends work quicker,' as the Parables say. With that thought, he takes another arrow and whispers a quick prayer as his shot misses. Clearly I'm doing something wrong here, Deadeye. Help me fix that and stop these monsters.
Move Action: Markellus moves closer. Ideally to within 30 ft. of the injured Warchanter, but still screened by the melee folks.
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...The dice gods hate me.