TCD's Metal Gear Rising(Runelords)

Game Master ThatCanadianDude

Ven moves from spot to spot, wanting to laugh as the seekers try to find her. When the good father throws the Thunderstone, she stands up; when the woman screams, she reacts speedily, moving towards the source of the disturbance but refraining from drawing her blades just yet.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Anca's attempts to impress were somewhat doomed to failure. As she threw it, instead of going in, it bounced off the basket before flying out past them into the crowd. The reward for it was a familiar voice (Jubrayl) going, "Ouch! What the hell?"

Anca winces as her bag slaps into the back of Jubrayl's head, but she quickly composes herself, "Ummm, he did it." She says as she tilts her head in Bogan's direction.

While he wanted to be a bit upset about getting thrown under the carriage by Anca, he couldn't help but be impressed by the shot. And since he didn't want the lady to get into trouble with a guy with goons, he decided to keep his gob shut and let people think what they wanted. 'Wow. She is good. Don't think I could've​ pulled a bank shot like that...'

The bag soared through the air, flopping into the hole.

The old lady gave a small claps. "Congratulations, good sir. Here is your reward."

She placed a small bag with 5 gold on the table. "Perhaps use it to buy something nice for the lady?"

"Probably not a bad idea." Bogan commented as he took the pouch and put it in his bag.

She watches Bogan's bag sail into the hole and lets out a flapping breath between her lips, "Just my luck. Desna's favor seems to have eluded me this day..." She makes a fake pouty face which quickly dissipates as she grabs another bag.

At this moment, a loud sound like peeling thunder came from the stage. Standing on stage holding a thunderstone was Father Zantus.

"Attention everyone. I would like to announce that lunch, provided free by various eateries of Sandpoint, is ready. Please make your way to the food tables to try some delicious local dishes and please--"

Zantus' words were cut short by some woman screaming, and a loud dog barking. Said barking was suddenly cut short by what could only be described as a cutting, gurgling noise.

While he was just as shocked as everyone else, the fighter's instincts began to kick in. The disturbing noises pointed to one thing.

"Wh-What's going on?"

"Trouble..." Bogan replied seriously, losing his cheerful demeanor as he started to ready his tower shield.

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

CURSE YOU, DICE GODS!

While she had a hand in discovering a number of hiders, Ven remained out of Trisha's sights until the thunderstone struck and signaled the beginning of lunch. The mesmerist almost suspected her of cheating with magic or similar methods, but dismissed the possibility just as quickly. Still, she hoped that Ameiko's cooking could cover up the bitter taste of defeat.

"Attention everyone. I would like to announce that lunch, provided free by various eateries of Sandpoint, is ready. Please make your way to the food tables to try some delicious local dishes and please--"

The woman's scream didn't startle the demi-human as much as the sound of the dog's violent end. After letting the unsettling chill roll down her spine, her thoughts first drifted to finding a place to hunker down... then she cursed the disruption for ruining the day, started moving toward the source, and pulled off her gloves, revealing fingers tipped with long sharp nails more reminiscent of claws then human hands.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Sabina glared at the half-orc. "There's no need to be rude. In less savory parts of the world that kind of talk can start trouble. Let's do what we can to keep this festival nice a friendly, yes?"

"Hah! Nice to see the fish-man here needs a woman to defend him. If you weren't so damn polite, I might be a tad offended..."

Ven moves from spot to spot, wanting to laugh as the seekers try to find her. When the good father throws the Thunderstone, she stands up; when the woman screams, she reacts speedily, moving towards the source of the disturbance but refraining from drawing her blades just yet.

Ven's keen eyes pin-pointed two things. The first was the source of the bark; a now dead dog lying in a puddle of blood, it's throat slit. The second was the one responsible; a short, green things with a big head, hiding under the food cart, licking blood from his jagged blade.

Finally, someone screamed above the crowd.

"Goblins! Run for your lives!"

Suddenly, all around, the little green murders suddenly rushed in. Anywhere you looked, there they were. The closest grouping, however, where 3 goblins who had suddenly lept upon the food table, and were now in the process to grabbing every piece of food they could. As they did this, an unsettlingly catchy chant in a language few understood rang out over the mayhem.

Red's Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Blue's Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Green's Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Initiative Order!
Green Goblin
Blue Goblin
Sabina Fueges
Anca Covanu
Ven Nicolae
Trisha Halcyon
Red Goblin
Egil Forkbeard
Bogan Canis

One of the goblins(Blue) remained under the wagon, savoring the blood from his kill. Meanwhile, another(Green) began attacking... a barrel.

Roll to Destroy Barrel: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Unforunately, a dinky goblin dogslicer wasn't much good against a wooden barrel, as the goblin swore in rage.

Anca wasted no time in setting to action, "Take cover everyone!' she shouted to the townspeople. "Those of you who can fight, to arms!" She rushed north towards the green menace, drawing one of her starknives as she did so.

Double move and draw weapon.

Sabina's face tightened with rage at the sight of the murdered dog.

"Δολοφονία σκυλιών τέρατα, προετοιμασία για να πεθάνει!"

She moved around the drinking table and, after inhaling deeply, released a wide gout of flame onto the goblins.

DC 14 reflex save for half damage

Fire breath damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

As the smoke from Sabina's attack clears, Ven draws her swords and moves in towards one of the goblins (green). Her movement is silent and efficient, composed in spite of the gory display before her.

Sabina's face tightened with rage at the sight of the murdered dog.

"Δολοφονία σκυλιών τέρατα, προετοιμασία για να πεθάνει!"

** spoiler omitted **

She moved around the drinking table and, after inhaling deeply, released a wide gout of flame onto the goblins.

DC 14 reflex save for half damage

Red Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

It soon became apparent that licking a blade and attempting to attack a barrel where both very distracting things, as the two goblins there failed to avoid the attack. It was the one on the table, who had been in the process to stuffing food into his pockets, that managed to avoid the brunt of the blow.

'Goblins.' Trisha thought to herself. 'Of course it would be goblins.' She didn't know much about the creatures, but it didn't take a lot to know they were a blight on Varisia's people. Her study of languages had proven useful before, but she'd always regretted learning Goblin. The gibbering involved gave her headaches and none of the pests she'd heard before this had anything intelligent to say, and these ones were proving no different. Two more reasons they needed to die. It seemed she wasn't alone in her sentiments, either. Ven reappeared and dashed toward them with weapons in hand. And another woman had just unleashed a mouthful of flame upon the group.

Unfortunately, she wasn't much for close-range combat. She fought with her mind, not her muscles. So first, she fixed her gaze upon the goblin closest to her and started to weaken its mind with psychic energy. Then, she gathered her thoughts, calmed her mind, and started using a simple knack to cloud the goblin's thoughts and prevent it from assisting its comrades against the coming danger.

Swift Action: Hypnotic Stare (–2 penalty to Will) on Red.
Standard Action: Daze (DC 15} on Red.

Swift Action: Hypnotic Stare (–2 penalty to Will) on Red.

Standard Action: Daze (DC 15} on Red.

Red Will Save: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (4) - 3 = 1

Before the goblin could react to what was going on, he suddenly felt his mnd grow foggy. He stood there, holding a cooked salmon, and stared off into the distance.

Red loses his turn.

Since all I can really do is move, I'll just put this here so that when Egil posts, we can move on.

Hearing the warning and seeing some of the little bastards messing with their food made Bogan get real angry real fast. He wasn't a fan of wasting food, nor was he fond of thieves. Now was the time to act.

"Goblins, huh?!" he yelled as he started moving, pulling out his favored weapon and moving closer. "Well, with a few simple adjustments, we can turn those ugly things into perfectly nice battle trophies!"

Move action: Move 20ft and pull out Scimitar
Standard Action: Double move next to Anca.

Egil is slow to recognize what is happening after spitting up the vile drink.

Still, the Viking hears the sound of combat and a gleam appears in his steely eyes. Drawing his greataxe, he rushes toward the goblins.

"Ah, glorious battle! Come face your maker, pathetic creatures!"

Curse +0 BAB...draw my axe and move toward them.

As chaos reigned around them, the chanting of the goblins continued.

The goblin under the table(Blue) had been severely burned by Sabina, which had successfully gotten it's attention. However, instead of doing the smart thing, he ran over to the tent, cutting out a piece of cloth, and drapped it over his head.

The one attacking the barrel, however, upon noticing the encroaching hordes, tried desperately to clamber on top of the barrel.

Green Climb: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Thankfully, clambering up it proved easy. As it stood atop the barrel, it screamed in goblin.

Keeping her distance from the unpredictable mischief-makers, Anca stopped short on her charge and whipped her starknife through the air at the screaming goblin atop the barrel.

Thrown starknife at Green: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 = 8

She let out a cry of triumph as the starknife found it's mark and pulled another one from her belt.

Extra +1s are for PBS.

While I understand the desire to keep things moving, acting out of turn can cause a bit of an issue. I'll allow it for now, but I think we should discuss how to handle long downtime in the discussion thread.

Keeping her distance from the unpredictable mischief-makers, Anca stopped short on her charge and whipped her starknife through the air at the screaming goblin atop the barrel.

She let out a cry of triumph as the starknife found it's mark and pulled another one from her belt.

Extra +1s are for PBS.

It didn't take a thorough understanding of Goblin to recognize a "GAK" as the star embedded itself in the goblin's throat. His limp body fell back, landing head first into a bowl of lobster chowder.

Nostrils still smoking, Sabina drew her Bastard sword and stepped towards the goblin wearing the tent, and brought the blade down with as much strength as she could manage.

Attacking blue: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Nostrils still smoking, Sabina drew her Bastard sword and stepped towards the goblin wearing the tent, and brought the blade down with as much strength as she could manage.

It was unfortunate that, even standing there, blinded by his own tent, the havoc of battle caused Sabina's swing to go wide, slamming into the ground beside the goblin.

Trisha smiled on seeing the dumb little thing's eyes glaze over for a moment... and looked past it in time to see a starknife pierce the other one's throat and the fire-breathing woman miss the one hiding under canvas. As glad as she was to see more people doing their best to eradicate the pests, she had to focus on her own contributions. Unwilling to waste stronger magic on it but reluctant to move in close and get slapped with a fish, she keeps her gaze on the goblin, and moves towards Ven's side.

The moment she gets close, she stops and pokes the half-elf's arm. "Open your mind and let this in." she tried explaining as she tried planting the illusion. "I'll explain everything later, but this will give you the opening you need. Just... trust it."

Free Action: Painful Stare on Red (anyone who hits adds +1 damage)
Move Action: Move 15 feet down
Standard Action: Implant False Flanker Mesmerist Trick on Ven (to activate when she threatens an enemy)

Ven pauses briefly as Trisha approaches her, nods, and follows Trisha's line of sight to one of the goblins.

Can Ven move to the space directly to the right of Red, or does that box(?) get in the way?

Thinking the goblins will be easy prey, Egil approaches the food cart and attacks the red-clad one on top, but slips on some of the apples scattered on the ground.

Greataxe: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 71d12 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Ven pauses briefly as Trisha approaches her, nods, and follows Trisha's line of sight to one of the goblins.

Can Ven move to the space directly to the right of Red, or does that box(?) get in the way?

I'll allow it.

Thinking the goblins will be easy prey, Egil approaches the food cart and attacks the red-clad one on top, but slips on some of the apples scattered on the ground.

Sorry, Egil, but I messed up the initiatives when I making my list. The Red Goblin goes after Ven, but before you, not the current deceased Green Goblin.

Current Initiative Block
1st:(Blue Goblin)
2nd:(Ven, Trisha, Anca, Sabina)
3rd:(Red Goblin)
4th:(Egil, Bogan)

No worries! I'll trade that for the great new initiative tracker!
:)

I moved myself back on the map.

"Σταθείτε ακόμα, τα παράσιτα!"

Sabina spun around with the momentum of her first strike, adjusting the angle slightly, this time making solid contact.

Attacking Red: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Confirming critical hit: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Darn it!
Damage, using bastard sword two-handed: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Sabina it's still only round 2, you missed your attack this round.

Ven advances and strikes out at the goblin; as she is about to strike, an illusory double of Trisha appears on the opposite side of the goblin from her, real enough to give her a chance to go for a weak point.

Attack + Flank: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 2 = 16

damage + sneak attack: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7

Sabina it's still only round 2, you missed your attack this round.

Ven advances and strikes out at the goblin; as she is about to strike, an illusory double of Trisha appears on the opposite side of the goblin from her, real enough to give her a chance to go for a weak point.

[dice=Attack + Flank] 1d20 + 4 + 2

[dice=damage + sneak attack] 2d6

The goblin shook off his daze and raised his fish in defiance. However, before he could begin a goblinoid version of the slapping fish dance, his attention was drawn away the illusory longshanks behind him. He whirled around in confusion, only to find a blade embedded in his vital organs. He let out a squeak before dropping dead onto the fishes old plate.

I'm stuck at work on my phone. As such, I cannot access Roll20, so please just assume Red is dead.

Initiative
1st: Blue Goblin
2nd: Ven, Trisha, Anca, Sabina
3rd: Egil, Bogan

Anca moves up to the cart and whips another starknife at the remaining goblin.

Thrown starknife at Blue: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 1 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7

Getting a spur in his step, Bogan charged the goblin and swung his sword with all his might at the little blighter.

Full Round Action: Charge the Goblin

Attack Roll + Charge - Tower Shield: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Getting a spur in his step, Bogan charged the goblin and swung his sword with all his might at the little blighter.

Full Round Action: Charge the Goblin

Well, seeing at our goblin friend has a tent over his head, he is techically blind... the best kind of blind.

And so it was with a loud SQELCH that Bogan's blade found its mark, leaving the world with one less goblin.

However, things weren't over just yet. At the sounds of mayhem and madness continued to float through the air.

To the south, surround a large art full of wood were even more goblins. These ones were armed with burning torches, and beside them, another goblin, one of the ones letting out the bizarre chant, egged them on.

Four More Goblins Arrive

The only person yet to have acted this round is Egil. After that, we'll return to the top of the round. The new goblins will act on that round at the end of the initiative order.

At Egil's waist is a war-horn after the manner of his people. The Ulfen man draws it forth and blows on it, sounding the call to battle, then moves toward the quartet of goblins.

Using Inspired Rage (+2 Str/Con, +1 Will, -1 AC) as standard, then move toward them. For those unfamiliar with the Skald's Inspired Rage, basically it is like barbarian rage I can share with the party. You choose whether or not you want to accept the rage. For some, like Bogan, it will be an easier call to take. For any that use spellcasting or abilities requiring patience or concentration, you probably won't want to take it. I also have fast healing 2 while using my Inspired Rage.

We're back to the top of the round. Initiatives are now consolidated.

Initiative Count: 3rd Round
1st: All Heroes
2nd: All Gobos

Having sounded his war-horn, Egil advances toward the goblins. He raises his axe and prepares to strike at the first one of the creatures to come near him.

"Come meet your deaths, greenskins!"

Move toward them, then ready action to attack first adjacent to me.

Greataxe (inspired rage): 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 = 71d12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 = 10
Fast healing 2 during inspired rage

Inspired Rage (+2 Str/Con, +1 Will; -1 AC, can't use Cha, Dex, or Int-based skills (except Acrobatics, Fly, Intimidate, and Ride) or any ability that requires patience or concentration)

Hearing the squelch of steel hitting flesh and the goblin fall where he stood brought pride to Bogan's heart. "Up one battle trophy." He remarked as he flicked his blade and cleaned it of the blood, though not before noticing 4 more goblins on the other side of the plaza.

At Egil's waist is a war-horn after the manner of his people. The Ulfen man draws it forth and blows on it, sounding the call to battle, then moves toward the quartet of goblins.

Hearing the battle horn, Bogan took it in and felt invigorated with the strength to really head into the thick of things and get some action.

"Race you there, Anca!" He shouted as he took off running for the menace to the south.

Free Action: Accept Inspired Rage.
Full Round Action: Run towards the Goblins

'Another two goblins ready for the Boneyard...' Trisha thought to herself. But it wasn't long before her ears were assaulted by another migraine-inducing goblin song and caught sight of torch-wielding maniacs. Then she heard the bearded man beside her blow into a horn... and felt a wave of rush of adrenaline and rage nearly overtake her. It was tempting to let herself be lost in it... but she shook it off in time to see the bearded man and another warrior racing toward the danger. 'Typical. Meatheads always want to be the first in line. Still, they'll make a good distraction.' she mused as she turned to the others. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I think a new perspective on the fight would be useful." she told them before making her way onto the stage.

Move Action: Move 30 ft toward the stage, ending on the steps
Standard Action: Move 20 feet onto the stage

The sound of the horn drew Sabina's attention away from the scorched goblins around her to the other side of the stage, where more goblins were amassing. She exhaled slowly, releasing the sudden rage that the horn stirred within her.

Remember the drills. Steady hands, steady mind. Protect the weak.

She quickly moved up beside Egil to hold the line.

double-moving next to Egil, not accepting rage

Ven takes off running around the back side of the stage, keeping a cool head as she comes up just short of the goblins.

Run as a full round action, not accepting Inspired Rage this round.

Shaking off the effects of the nothern man's call to battle, Anca grits her teeth as she swiftly races after Bogan to meet the new wave of goblins. "You got it, shield-man!" She yells as she speeds after the fighter.

Not accepting rage, double move.

As the chanting goblin continued, they pointed towards the approaching crew. All 3 of them turned around, chittering madly.

One of them went forward towards the pointy eared lady, and attempted to smack her with their torch.

Red Goblin: 5 Foot Step
Standard Action: Attack Ven
Red Goblin Torch Smack on Ven: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

Said swing failed to connect. Another goblin, thinking this seemed like a great idea, went towards the big man with the shield and tried the same.

Blue Goblin: 5 Foot Step
Standard Action: Attack Bogan
Blue Goblin Torch Smack on Bogan: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

Apparently, no one told goblins that big men with shields are hard to hit with burning sticks.

Not that it mattered to the last torch goblin, who turned back towards the wagon and placed his torch against it, watching as a few sparks lept onto the wood.

The chanting goblin, however, didn't seem so quick to just assume things were going to be fine. They turned their attention to the dangerous looking lady with the starknives. As they raised a hand and continued to chant, Anca would start to feel a tingle in the back of her throat...

Goblin Warsinger Standard Action: Cast Hideous Laughter(DC 12 Will) at Anca

Initiative: Round 4
1st: All Heroes
2nd: All Gobos

Once he got in nice and close, one of the little sh*ts decided it was a good idea to met him part way, even offer him a light. Unfortunately, Bogan was quite fond of not being on fire and his shield was made taking hits for him.

"Too bad, you lil' nipper! You're not gonna get another chance like that!" He shouted boldly as he swung his sword down on the Goblin.

Standard Action: Attack the Blue Goblin

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 Critcal threat achieved!
Confirmation Roll: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 ...Pretty sure that won't comfirm.
Damage Roll: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"Too bad, you lil' nipper! You're not gonna get another chance like that!" He shouted boldly as he swung his sword down on the Goblin.

Standard Action: Attack the Blue Goblin

The goblin looked up confused for a moment, only to have Bogan's sword catch it between the eyes, lodging itself in its tiny, lizard brain. As memories of its last meal(a rat it'd caught on the way to Sandpoint) and its mother's face(a cross between a demon and a side-show clown) dripped out of the gash, its eyes rolled back and it dropped dead.

This quickly and drastically wiped the smiles from the faces of the other gobos. Clearly, these longshanks meant business.

From atop the stage, Trisha could see both the goblins and the other fighters quite clearly. And since the troublemakers were gathered up all nice and close, Trisha felt it was time to unleash her true potential. Fixing her stare on the one who started the bonfire, she focused her mind and emotions, and generated a wave of psychic magic to put him and everyone around him to sleep...

Swift Action: Hypnotic Stare (-2 Will) on Green
Full Round Action: Cast Sleep (DC 16) on Green. The 10ft burst hits him, Red, the Warsinger, and Blue (unless he dies that in one shot. Then, it'll hit Bogan. And I did check with him, he's fine with this.)

Will wait to see how the sleep turns out before taking my turn, to avoid waking up the gobbos

Will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

As Anca charged up behind Bogan about to enter the fight, she stopped short. All of a sudden the idea of goblins invading this quiet coastal town where nothing ever happened seemed extremely ironic and hilarious to her. At first the giggles set in, but they quickly turned to guffaws as she bent over at the waist cackling madly. Struggling to draw breath, tears streaked up her face, darkening her bandana.

Egil rushes toward the green-clad goblin, eager to exchange blows.

double move

From atop the stage, Trisha could see both the goblins and the other fighters quite clearly. And since the troublemakers were gathered up all nice and close, Trisha felt it was time to unleash her true potential. Fixing her stare on the one who started the bonfire, she focused her mind and emotions, and generated a wave of psychic magic to put him and everyone around him to sleep...

Swift Action: Hypnotic Stare (-2 Will) on Green
Full Round Action: Cast Sleep (DC 16) on Green. The 10ft burst hits him, Red, the Warsinger, and Blue (unless he dies that in one shot. Then, it'll hit Bogan. And I did check with him, he's fine with this.)

Green Will Save: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (16) - 3 = 13

Before any of the goblins knew what was going on, all of them passed out. While other goblin chanting could still be heard wafting throughout the town, this particular warsinger had finally shut up.

Glad I waited instead of stupidly waking them up with my fire breath

Sabina circled around one of the gobins, trapping him between her and Ven.

Double-moved into a flank with Ven

Will Save + Raging Inspiration: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21 Shame. Would've been funny if I failed.

As Bogan finished slicing his latest enemy to death, he felt the sudden urge to sleep. He managed to shake it off though, remembering goblins wouldn't leave him be if he went down for a snooze.

'The bloody hell am I thinking about sleep for?'

Ven frowns and shrugs. "Well, that works." She kneels down and slices the throat of the one at her feet.

Coup de grace crit + sneak attack: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 4) = 8

Pretty sure that killed it outright; if not, Fort DC 18 or die anyways.

Ven frowns and shrugs. "Well, that works." She kneels down and slices the throat of the one at her feet.

[dice=Coup de grace crit + sneak attack] 3d6

Pretty sure that killed it outright; if not, Fort DC 18 or die anyways.

A sleeping goblin was an easy target. Poor bastard didn't even wake up before he died.

The other goblins snored loudly, the sounds of battle around them not doing much to wake them up.

As soon as you deal with the last two, we shall temporarily leave initiative.

Seeing the Goblins fall asleep before him just after what he did to one of their friends was both a relief and disappointment to the fighter. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he would've enjoyed a decent fight.
With the sounds of battle still present though, he didn't doubt that the fighting wasn't quite over yet.

"Huh? Wonder if we bored the little blighters to sleep somehow..." He pondered aloud as he squeezed past the Ulfen warrior, not understanding that the local messmerist casted a spell with her mind. "Oh well. Their loss." When he finally made his way over to the downed chanter, he swung his blade yet again.

Move Action: Move down, squeezing past Egil, towards the chanting goblin.
Standard Action: Swang that sword

Attack roll: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 171d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"Huh? Wonder if we bored the little blighters to sleep somehow..." He pondered aloud as he squeezed past the Ulfen warrior, not understanding that the local messmerist casted a spell with her mind. "Oh well. Their loss." When he finally made his way over to the downed chanter, he swung his blade yet again.

Move Action: Move down, squeezing past Egil, towards the chanting goblin.
Standard Action: Swang that sword

And it was with that swing that the world lost a true musical genius, as the soul of this Goblin John Lennon was sent to the boneyard.