TCD's Metal Gear Rising(Runelords)

Game Master ThatCanadianDude

Egil finally bloodies his axe, taking the head off the goblin at his feet.

"It is unlike these creatures to attack when they are outnumbered," he observes to Sabina, who he had previously fought with. "They did not count on finding me here, either," he says with no small measure of hubris.

He nods at the others he had not met. "Did one of your magic put them to sleep? That requires some skill, though I should also say it takes most of the fun out of it," he observes, looking around for more goblins.

coup de grace: 3d12 ⇒ (2, 9, 7) = 18

perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Egil finally bloodies his axe, taking the head off the goblin at his feet.

"It is unlike these creatures to attack when they are outnumbered," he observes to Sabina, who he had previously fought with. "They did not count on finding me here, either," he says with no small measure of hubris.

He nods at the others he had not met. "Did one of your magic put them to sleep? That requires some skill, though I should also say it takes most of the fun out of it," he observes, looking around for more goblins.

With but a swing of the mighty axe, the final local goblin was split in twain.

While the chants of goblins and the sounds of battle raged on in the distance, it was clear that, for now at least, the fighting at the festival had stopped. They were surrounded now by the corpses of goblins, as well as a few unfortunate civilians. If nothing else, this would be a good moment to catch their breath.

There's one more fight after this, but for now, use this down time to prepare anything necessary.

Egil nods to the others as he wipes his axe on the goblin's filthy clothes.

"Well fought, all of you," he says. Looking at all the females around him, he says "Some of you might make fine shieldmaidens someday!" he adds.

Looking at Bogan, he says "We could likely make you into one, too!" he says with a hearty laugh.

The demi-human cackled when she saw her targets fall. A perfectly executed spell always brought a warm and fuzzy feeling to her heart... well, almost perfect. The tower shield fighter disposed of one of them and ended up caught in the burst, but remarkably he stood strong regardless. And worse, she heard some of her new 'allies' express disappointment... one of them was even laughing! The smirk on her face was quickly becoming a pout.

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

"Huh? Wonder if we bored the little blighters to sleep somehow... Oh well. Their loss." When he finally made his way over to the downed chanter, he swung his blade yet again.

He nods at the others he had not met. "Did one of your magic put them to sleep? That requires some skill, though I should also say it takes most of the fun out of it," he observes, looking around for more goblins.

"Oh, forgive me." Trisha spoke up to everyone, taking on a sarcastic tone. "I wasn't aware pest control was considered part of the festivities."

"Well fought, all of you," he says. Looking at all the females around him, he says "Some of you might make fine shieldmaidens someday!" he adds.

"Excuse me?" she exclaims in response. "I just grounded three of these brainless louts with but a thought. All you did was blow a horn and kill a squash a sleeping bug."

Sabina sighed with relief as the last goblin fell; her heart was still racing, but she could begin to feel her usual calm demeanor re-asserting itself. Looking around the festival, she surveyed the carnage in search of survivors.

Untrained heal check to find badly wounded, but not dead, people: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Πρέπει να ελέγξουμε τους τραυματίες εδώ. Κάποιοι μπορεί ακόμα να επιβιώσουν.

It was around this time that Sabina realized that it was happening again. She was speaking Infernal, this time in public.

Περιμένετε! Μπορω να εξηγησω. Αυτό δεν είναι αυτό που μοιάζει. Θέλω να πω, αυτό δεν ακούγεται.

"Excuse me?" she exclaims in response. "I just grounded three of these brainless louts with but a thought. All you did was blow a horn and kill a squash a sleeping bug."

Egil is too preoccupied with a newcomer's insulting words to worry about what Sabina is saying...though he knows he doesn't understand it.

For a moment, he looks as if he might become upset, but the sounds of battle in the distance keep him focused.

"Your honeyed words must win you many friends!" he says in response.

"Do not fear...I do not offend easily when I see a lass trying to earn my attention! You did well with your witchcraft! Perhaps when this is done you may fetch me an ale and we will get to know each other better!" the handsome viking adds with a winning smile.

After Anca recovers from her odd bit of laughter she quickly sobers up. She surveys the other combatants with a level gaze, "If you all are done joking around," She makes a listening sound but holding her cupped hand up to her ear, "It sounds to me like there are more of these menaces clogging the streets. Innocent lives might be at stake."

She quickly jogs over to pick up her tossed starknife then returns. "You all fought well, I'll give you that, but how about we save the friendly chit-chat for later and go run these goblins out of town?"

She waited to gauge everyone's interest, but you could tell by her demeanor that she wanted to be off to the next fight.

With Goblin John Lennin dead, Bogan wiped away the blood and placed his sword back into its scabbard. Since battle was still raging, he kept his shield ready for anything.

While the bard-barian's joke did get a small chuckle out of him, he was a bit more worried about Sabina since she was speaking in some crazy tongue he didn't understand.

"You all fought well, I'll give you that, but how about we save the friendly chit-chat for later and go run these goblins out of town?"

"As sweet as running the nippers out of town would be, I think Sabina's not quite apples at the moment." He replied as he got a bit closer to the one speaking oddly with a look of confusion before addressing her. "Gobbies didn't make you crazy as a cut snake, did they?"

Ven wipes her blade clean. "Neat trick, with the, uh, ghostie," she says. "Haven't seen that much magic thrown around in...uh, ever, and half my family is magi. Anyways--what's wrong with her?" she says, and turns to look at Sabina. "Goblin get you with something like they got her?" She tilts her head towards Anca. "At least I hope that was magic, and you didn't just break out laughing like a madwoman in the middle of a fight."

As the six talked amongst themselves, trying to get a handle on what was going on, a series of noises came from the direction of Northgate; a loud scream, and a lot of barking. It was clear that the closest remnants of action lay in that direction.

Once everyone gets their last words in and indicates what they're doing(which I assume will be moving in the direction of Northgate), we'll start the final epic battle. If you wish to roll initiative on your turn when you're making your last words, I'd be much appreciative.

"Your honeyed words must win you many friends!" he says in response.

"Do not fear...I do not offend easily when I see a lass trying to earn my attention! You did well with your witchcraft! Perhaps when this is done you may fetch me an ale and we will get to know each other better!" the handsome viking adds with a winning smile.

Trisha had to admit, the Ulfen man was easy on the eyes. Braver and stronger then most too, considering he came to rush at the goblins instead of the other way around. If he wasn't as condescending, she might've taken him up on his offer. Instead, she just waves a hand dismissively and says "Show me you're more then a bloody ax and a sliver tongue. Then, I'll consider it."

Ven wipes her blade clean. "Neat trick, with the, uh, ghostie," she says. "Haven't seen that much magic thrown around in...uh, ever, and half my family is magi."

"It's less of a ghost and more of a psychic illusion." she explained to Ven. "Handy for those times you need an opening... but you seemed to get far more use out of it then I've ever gotten."

Πρέπει να ελέγξουμε τους τραυματίες εδώ. Κάποιοι μπορεί ακόμα να επιβιώσουν.

She quickly jogs over to pick up her tossed starknife then returns. "You all fought well, I'll give you that, but how about we save the friendly chit-chat for later and go run these goblins out of town?"

Περιμένετε! Μπορω να εξηγησω. Αυτό δεν είναι αυτό που μοιάζει. Θέλω να πω, αυτό δεν ακούγεται.

"Anyways--what's wrong with her?" she says, and turns to look at Sabina. "Goblin get you with something like they got her?" She tilts her head towards Anca. "At least I hope that was magic, and you didn't just break out laughing like a madwoman in the middle of a fight."

"As sweet as running the nippers out of town would be, I think Sabina's not quite apples at the moment." He replied as he got a bit closer to the one speaking oddly with a look of confusion before addressing her. "Gobbies didn't make you crazy as a cut snake, did they?"

The fire-breather's words were almost as confusing as the tower shield users, but her distress was obvious. Stll, her distress came through loud and clear. "I can check for enchantments." Trisha volunteered. While walking over to this 'Sabina' woman, she tried focusing her thoughts and emotions to detect magical auras... before having her concentration shattered by a loud scream and more barking. "...Might not have time." she remarks before turning to 'Sabina' again. "Just nod. Can you still fight?"

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Anca will respond if someone addresses her directly, but by her posture you get the sense that she is ready to move on.

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Before we join the fight at Northgate, Anca will buff herself with Shield of Faith and Divine Favor.

+2 deflection bonus to AC and +2 luck bonus to attack/damage for 1 minute.

She will also once again grasp her butterfly pendant and whisper a quick blessing to Desna, touching Bogan gently on the arm to grant him lucky presence.

Egil turns from the banter with the sharp-tongued woman at the sound of screaming from Northgate. He says one last thing to the assembled group.

"I have yet to introduce myself. You have the great pleasure of battling with Egil Forkbeard, champion of the north. I am fated for great deeds, which will only be eclipsed by the telling of the tale! Join me in saving this town, and afterward you shall each have the opportunity to buy me an ale!"

Brandishing his axe in one hand, he again blows his war-horn.

If we have time to buff before the battle, I'll use Inspired Rage just before combat (i.e. most of the time I use it I'll be blowing the war-horn instead of thinking up some oratory, though I will do that, too.).

Sabina nodded her assent to Trisha, then took a moment to calm herself. When she spoke this time, her words were clearer, but a little slow.

"I am quite alright; it's not an enchantment, at least not in the traditional sense. The story is long, and this isn't the time or place, but when I get...excited, I begin speaking--"

Sabina paused here, as it occurred to her that no one here spoke Infernal, or even identified it as such.

"--nonsense. Let's just call it nonsense for now. It's not intentional, and to my ears it sounds like I'm speaking normally, but I'm afraid it makes me a rather poor soldier, as no one else can understand me in battle. But my problems are my own, and hardly compare to our current situation. Lead on!"

"Then let our blades speak for all of us!" Egil yells as he rushes to the fore.

Stuff

"That's weird, but I can overlook weird when you can roast goblins." With that said, Ven went running off toward the gate to make sure that the Ulfen didn't get himself killed.

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

whoops, forgot initiative
Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Seeing that she was ok, Bogan got less worried and gave her a reassuring nod. "We'll figure something out later. In the present though... time for another blue with the gobbos!" He added as he turned an rant towards Northgate.

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

"I have yet to introduce myself. You have the great pleasure of battling with Egil Forkbeard, champion of the north. I am fated for great deeds, which will only be eclipsed by the telling of the tale! Join me in saving this town, and afterward you shall each have the opportunity to buy me an ale!"

The mesmerist rolled her eyes as he bragged and blew his horn again. 'Fate's a fickle mistress, especially in days like these. Maybe he'll be worth keeping an eye on... I could use a good laugh if he fails.'

"I am quite alright; it's not an enchantment, at least not in the traditional sense. The story is long, and this isn't the time or place, but when I get...excited, I begin speaking--"

"--nonsense. Let's just call it nonsense for now. It's not intentional, and to my ears it sounds like I'm speaking normally, but I'm afraid it makes me a rather poor soldier, as no one else can understand me in battle. But my problems are my own, and hardly compare to our current situation. Lead on!"

Trisha noticed the hesitation and quickly looked her over to get a hunch as to why the woman paused.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

"That's weird, but I can overlook weird when you can roast goblins." With that said, Ven went running off toward the gate to make sure that the Ulfen didn't get himself killed.

Seeing that she was ok, Bogan got less worried and gave her a reassuring nod. "We'll figure something out later. In the present though... time for another blue with the gobbos!" He added as he turned and ran towards Northgate.

"Right behind you, darlings." she called to the others as she stepped off the stage and followed suit.

As Egil seems to have missed rolling initiative, I'll just roll it for him to save time.

Egil's Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

As our heroes arrived at Northgate, the source of the noises was easy to find; a goblin atop a strange, hairless doglike creature was currently in the midst of fighting a much more normal looking dog.

Just as they arrived, the riding goblin got the upper hand, stabbing the dog through the middle of its back with his long, ramshackle looking halberd. He raised his now bloodied blade to the sky, and three somewhat shaken looking goblins emerged from the bushes, cheering in triumph.

Near them, hiding behind some barrels, was a noble looking man, who watched in horror as his dog perished on the goblin's blade. It didn't take much figuring to realize he was the next target.

Goblin Commando's Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Red's Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Blue's Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Green's Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Initiative Blocks: Round 1
1st: Green Goblin, Goblin Commando
2nd: Egil
3rd: Red Goblin
4th: Trisha, Sabina
5th: Blue Goblin
6th: Anca, Bogan, Ven

As the sound of a raging song came echoing down the road, the Goblin Commando turned his attention down the road. A battle with these longshanks seemed a lot more entertaining then simply taking out a single cowering longshanks. He pulled out his shortbow, and notched a arrow...

Goblin Commando
Move Action: Pull out Shortbow
Standard Action: Readied Action(Attack any enemy who moves within 60 feet)

The (green) goblin, on the other hand, had no such compunctions about attacking the cowardly longshanks who sicked a horrifying hound on them, and so began dashing towards him.

Green Goblin
Double Move

When your turn on the initiative block comes up, you'll arrive in one of the squares outlined in red. You may then take your full turn.

It sounded like it was okay for me to activate Inspired Rage just before combat, so I'll assume that works. If not, I'll activate that instead of moving and attacking.

Egil smiles broadly as the threats appear before him.

"Ah, glorious combat! Someday, I will be fortunate to die in battle! But not today!"

The skald charges the nearest goblin, his axe held to one side.

Greataxe (inspired rage): 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 1 = 231d12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 2 = 7
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)

Egil smiles broadly as the threats appear before him.

"Ah, glorious combat! Someday, I will be fortunate to die in battle! But not today!"

The skald charges the nearest goblin, his axe held to one side.

Upon Egil's arrival, the Goblin Commando loosed his arrow.

Commando's Readied Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

The arrow embedded itself in the ground near Egil, missing him entirely.

The other goblin, however, was not so fortunate, as an axe cleft him in twain.

Initiative Blocks: 1st Round
1st: Goblin Commando, Green Goblin
2nd: Egil
3rd: Trisha, Sabina
4th: Blue Goblin
5th: Anca, Bogan, Ven

Despite her slim frame and being the last to head toward the commotion, the demi-human somehow found herself beside Sabina and behind Egil, who'd quickly dispatched one of the menaces that awaited them. That still left another in her sights and at least one more who fired an arrow at the Ulfen man. Still unwilling to engage in direct melee, she took a quick swipe across the fire-breather's arm, implanting a false flanker inside her mind, and pulled her whip off her belt.

"I've got you covered." she explained before focusing her glare on the goblin in sight, hoping she wasn't answered with more gibberish.

Swift Action: Hypnotic Stare on Blue
Move Action: Pull out whip
Standard Action: Mesmerist Trick(False Flanker) on Sabina

full-round action: charging the blue goblin

Sabina looked back at Trisha with confusion as she touched her arm, then shrugged and tried to give her a reassuring 'thumbs up' before rushing into battle with the goblins. She was quite surprised when the phantasmal partner appeared on the opposite side of the goblin, but happily took advantage of the distraction it provided.

Charge attack plus flanking: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
damage: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Sabina's AC is 14 until her next turn

full-round action: charging the blue goblin

Sabina looked back at Trisha with confusion as she touched her arm, then shrugged and tried to give her a reassuring 'thumbs up' before rushing into battle with the goblins. She was quite surprised when the phantasmal partner appeared on the opposite side of the goblin, but happily took advantage of the distraction it provided.

Sabina's AC is 14 until her next turn

You rolled a d20 for damage. I hope you don't mind, but I'll be rerolling with the actual damage. Don't worry, you hit.

Sabina's Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Hell, seems to have worked out in your favor.

For the briefest of moments, the goblin looked like he was gonna dodge. However, the shock of the sudden appearance of the illusory double tipped the odds back in Sabina's favor, and the gobo was cut down before he could get a word in edgewise.

Initiative Blocks: Round 1
1st: Green Goblin, Goblin Commando
2nd: Egil
3rd: Sabina, Trisha
4th: Bogan, Ven, Anca

Bogan panted as he ran through Sandpoint's streets. He cursed the fact he was wearing his heavier armor today. Still, its protection, along with that of his trusty shield, paid off. He was relieved that he was able to keep up with Anca and another woman that helped them with the earlier goblins, so he knew he wasn't a slowpoke.

By the time he arrived, he saw fresh goblin corpses at the feet of Egil and Sabina along with a goblin riding some sort of dog creature standing atop a dead dog, most likely slain by him. Keeping up the pace, he moved in to engage the two, spying the goblin attempting to prey on a citizen further down.

"I got these two drongos distracted! Help him!" He shouted to the others, getting in close and personal to engage the goblin and his mount.

Full Round Action: Run to the Goblin and his mount
Free Action: Draw Scimatar
Other Free Action: Accept Inspired Rage.

Ven runs in and quickly assesses the situation. "I'm on it!" Ven says, and takes off running, keeping clear of the goblin commander that Bogan is distracting and heading for the one menacing the nobleman. "Hey moldface, eat dirt!" she shouts to try and get the goblin's attention.

Run at 4x speed as a full round action.

Anca's token is not on the map and I can't seem to figure out how to add it myself.

Heeding Bogan's words and rushing south just behind Ven, Anca stops and launches a starknife at the goblin harrowing the cowering nobleman.

Thrown starknife: 1d20 + 5 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 - 2 = 8
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Move 20' and throw starknife at Green. -2 range increment penalty to attack.

+2 deflection bonus to AC and +2 luck bonus to attack/damage. 9 rounds remaining.

Anca's token is not on the map and I can't seem to figure out how to add it myself.

Heeding Bogan's words and rushing south just behind Ven, Anca stops and launches a starknife at the goblin harrowing the cowering nobleman.

The starknife embedded itself in the logs besides the noblemen, eliciting little more than a scared whimper from him.

As he noticed the half-elven woman arrive, though, he suddenly stood up, pulling out a war razor. He appeared nervous, but suddenly started shouting. "O-o-over here, you g-g-green menace!"

As his comrades fell around him, the commando gave a grimace.

"You want a fight, longshanks? Alright. Then it's a fight you've got!"

He dropped his bow, pulled out his halberd, and swung at the angry looking shielded longshanks in front of him.

Free Action: Drop shortbow
Move Action: Pull out Horse Chopper
Standard Action: Attack Bogan
Commando Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Said swing bounced off his shield. He then kicked his goblin dog in the side, and the goblin dog also took a bite at the longshanks.

Standard Action: Attack Bogan
Goblin Dog Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

While the dog was a little more on point, he still couldn't get past the iron defense.

The green goblin, on the other hand, had been momentarily distracted by the arrival of someone else, but the noble's shouts pulled his attention back. Without thinking, he struck at the noble.

Green Goblin
Standard Action: Attack Noble
Green Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

The noble narrowly sidestepped the blow before looking at Ven. "He's distracted! Get him now!

Initiative Blocks: Round 2
1st: Goblin Commando, Green Goblin
2nd: All Heroes

As the chopper and the dog both had no luck, Bogan felt confident in his protection as he struck out at the dog.

"You little sh*ts seem to like singing, huh? I used to sing in a church choir. Mind if I drop a little ditty on ya? If you live that long of course..."

Standard Action: Attack the goblin's mount.

Melee Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Damage Dice: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

As the chopper and the dog both had no luck, Bogan felt confident in his protection as he struck out at the dog.

"You little sh*ts seem to like singing, huh? I used to sing in a church choir. Mind if I drop a little ditty on ya? If you live that long of course..."

Standard Action: Attack the goblin's mount.

The Commando smirked. He pulled back on the mount.

Immediate Action: Mounted Combat
Commando Ride: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

The goblin followed suit, side-stepping the attack. The commando laughed. "Is that the best you got, longshanks? You're as slow as you are fat!"

Sabina flicked the goblin blood from her bastard sword with a sneer. The gibbering of the goblins and the shouts of the other humans faded into a hum of background noise. She strode towards the mounted goblin to reinforce Bogan, planting her sword in the ground and reaching out to the hideous beast that the goblin was riding to flood it with terror.

Moving up 20 feet, casting Cause Fear on the Goblin Commando's mount. Will save DC 14

Sabina flicked the goblin blood from her bastard sword with a sneer. The gibbering of the goblins and the shouts of the other humans faded into a hum of background noise. She strode towards the mounted goblin to reinforce Bogan, planting her sword in the ground and reaching out to the hideous beast that the goblin was riding to flood it with terror.

Moving up 20 feet, casting Cause Fear on the Goblin Commando's mount. Will save DC 14

Goblin Dog Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

The goblin dog's ears folded and it's tail folded between his legs. It let out a sound that was somewhere between a dog's whimper and a rat's squeak.

"Eh? Something wrong, Squankers?" the commando asked his fearful looking mount.

He'll flee in his turn.

Content to see her trick come through once again, the mesmerist caught Anca, Ven, and Bogan rushing past the corner of her green eye and moved up closer. She was just in time to see a mounted goblin who spoke surprisingly good Common dodge a swing from the tower shield user, but for some reason become frightened. 'Spellwork,' she guessed internally. 'But which way will it go?'

Further down, she spotted Anca and a well-dressed man with some form of dagger cornering a lone goblin. 'She can take care of herself.' she assumed, keeping her attention on the mounted combatant.

Double move action to move up 60 ft
Swift Action: Hypnotic Stare on Commando

main hand+flanking: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

off hand+flanking: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

crit confirmation: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Ven attacks the goblin before her with both swords at once.

sneak attack + crit: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 5) = 8

Ven attacks the goblin before her with both swords at once.

While one blade went wide, the other found its mark, but good, driving through the goblin's throat.

As it dropped dead, the nobleman noticeably untensed. Looking back at Ven, he gave a charming smile. "Phew... My most heartfelt thanks, Ms..."

I can't access the map while at work, but I don't want to hold the game up. Adjust Anca's actions as needed if necessary.

Seeing the nobleman free and clear, Anca shifts her focus to the mounted leader. Eyeing the spooked goblin dog, She takes a few measured steps forward, drawing yet another starknife. With a grunt she hurls it towards the commando, hoping to put him down before he has a chance to flee.

Thrown starknife: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 9

Move 20' and throw starknife at commando. Extra +1 to atk from PBS. Extra +1/+1 to dmg from painful stare and PBS.

+2 deflection bonus to AC and +2 luck bonus to attack/damage. 8 rounds remaining.

Egil closes with the goblin commando, relishing the personal combat.

"You have picked the wrong day to raid this town!" he yells, then drops his already-bloody greataxe on the goblin.

Greataxe (inspired rage): 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 1 = 221d12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 2 = 13
Fast healing 2 during inspired rage

Seeing the nobleman free and clear, Anca shifts her focus to the mounted leader. Eyeing the spooked goblin dog, She takes a few measured steps forward, drawing yet another starknife. With a grunt she hurls it towards the commando, hoping to put him down before he has a chance to flee.

Move 20' and throw starknife at commando. Extra +1 to atk from PBS. Extra +1/+1 to dmg from painful stare and PBS.

The commando managed to barely duck out of the way of the starknife. He returned to trying to calm down his mount...

Egil closes with the goblin commando, relishing the personal combat.

"You have picked the wrong day to raid this town!" he yells, then drops his already-bloody greataxe on the goblin.

... Only to have his attempts interrupted by a massive axe seperating his left brain from his right brain, leaving the goblin dog riderless and directionless.

In a blind panic, the goblin dog attempted to flee, leaving himself wide open.

As the Goblin flees, he provokes attacks of opportunity from both Egil and Bogan

Egil chops at the dog's haunches as it turns tail.

"RaaaaAAAAHHHH!"

Greataxe (inspired rage): 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 1 = 151d12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 2 = 13
Fast healing 2 during inspired rage

Reacting quickly to the fleeing hound, Bogan struck again...

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

...and completely whiffed it.

Dammit Dice Gods!

Reacting quickly to the fleeing hound, Bogan struck again...

...and completely whiffed it.

While Bogan's swing did little...

Egil chops at the dog's haunches as it turns tail.

"RaaaaAAAAHHHH!"

Egil's swing was a bit more on target. Before the hound could flee, the axe sunk deeply into its flank. It flopped to the ground, letting out one last rat-like whine before bleeing out.

It would be clear to anyone present that the fighting was winding down. The bodies of goblins, goblin dogs, regular dogs, and the occasional unlucky civilian lay scattered around the city. While occasionally the sound of battle could be heard off in the distance, it would stop as quickly as it started. Pretty soon, even those brief moments would cease.

The raid was over. The town was safe.

"Ven, Nicolae," she said. With the fighting winding down, the haze of battle was starting to fall off of her. She wiped the blood from her sword. "Right. Not a problem, happy to help. Stars, how did this even happen? Is everyone alright?"

"Ven, Nicolae," she said. With the fighting winding down, the haze of battle was starting to fall off of her. She wiped the blood from her sword. "Right. Not a problem, happy to help. Stars, how did this even happen? Is everyone alright?"

The noble folded up his war razor and slipped it back into his pocket. "Well, Ms. Nicolae, I'm afraid your guess is as good as mine. I'm not a local, but with gates such as these around this fine town, I find it hard to believe this is a regular occurance."

The noble blinked for a moment before blushing. "Oh, dear me, I beg your pardon, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Aldern Foxglove of Magnimar. Forgive my distraction, I just wasn't expecting such an attack, nor that my rescuer would be so... stunning."

Seeing the last thing downed and the battle across town made Bogan smile and cheer with a little song of his own.

"Goblins weak and Goblins small,
Goblins not touch us at all!
When their fighters took the field,
They broke their choppa on my shield!

With stunning speed and precise knife,
our last mate ended Goblin life!
Now they're dead or run away,
We did it, mates. We won the day!"

With the last of the goblins and the mangy mutt it rode finally dead and the sounds of battle dying down, Trisha let out a sigh of relief, put her whip back on her belt, and started putting her gloves back on her hands... and over her ears as the tower shield user attempted to sing. 'Savored Sting, protect me! It's like a cat being tortured to death!' she thought, gritting her teeth.

When she was sure it was over, she brought her hands down and replied "That depends on how you define winning...but we all did more then what was expected of us, if nothing else." With that, she turned and shouted toward Ven. "Care to introduce us to your new friend, Miss Ven?"

Anca heaved a sigh of relief as her divine might faded into the ether. After giving the freshly slain goblin commando a wide berth she rushes to retrieve her starknives. After securing them to her belt she lets out an unexpected guffaw at Bogan's impromptu song. With a smirk and a shake of her head she surveys the immediate area, taking in all the damage the goblin raid had caused.

After a few moments, she joins the others in questioning the lucky survivor. "Well met, Aldern. I am Anca Covanu of Nybor, in town for the festival like so many others. What a horrible time for an attack - I can only imagine the death toll. Thank Desna we were so lucky." She grasps her pendant in a quick prayer to Lady Luck. "Care to tell us what you saw? After we care for the injured, finding out the reasoning behind this attack should be our top priority." She follows the nobleman's response very carefully, watching his mannerisms and paying close attention to his choice of words. Who knows who could've had a hand in this...

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

After a few moments, she joins the others in questioning the lucky survivor. "Well met, Aldern. I am Anca Covanu of Nybor, in town for the festival like so many others. What a horrible time for an attack - I can only imagine the death toll. Thank Desna we were so lucky." She grasps her pendant in a quick prayer to Lady Luck. "Care to tell us what you saw? After we care for the injured, finding out the reasoning behind this attack should be our top priority." She follows the nobleman's response very carefully, watching his mannerisms and paying close attention to his choice of words.

Aldern tore his gaze from Ven for a moment. "Well, I was also in town for the festival. Me and Peppers were taking a small... wait... Peppers!"

Without much of a further response, he dashed towards the bled out corpse of his dog, which lay not a few feet from the deceased goblin dog.

Aldern fell to his knees, placing a hand near the deceased canine. "No... I-I'm sorry... please... you're a good boy... get up... I-I didn't mean to let you get hurt..."

For whatever it was worth, the shock and grief seemed completely genuine.

Sabina remained quiet for a few minutes after the battle ended, stowing her blade and surveying the area for survivors that she might be able to help.

untrained Heal to find critically injured survivors: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Seeing Aldern mourning his slain companion tugged at her heart, but the poor thing was beyond the aid of her meager prayers. She placed her hand gingerly on Aldern's shoulder and tried to comfort him.

"I am truly sorry. If only we had arrived a little sooner, but...we were attacked by another group of goblins. He died bravely defending you; Iomedae will honor his valor in the lands beyond. We mourn, but we also must remember that our task, as those left behind, is to live lives worthy of the ones who sacrificed their own for us."

Diplomacy, if necessary: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Ven wipes the sweat from her brow. Her frustration at getting hit on for the second time that day melts away into sadness at Aldern's grief.
"I'm sorry, really."