"One shot to the head, or club and blade to the back, and these bastards will fall."
Alaya moves from her place at the window and crouches beside Roland. With a humming song, her hands glow with a faint blue light and she lays them upon his wound.
With a snarl, Gerald takes up Alaya's spot at the window and thrusts his trident into the throng of goblins outside.
His stab meets flesh, and one goblin goes down gurgling beneath his weapon.
The injured man sits at his place in the back of the bar, watching with evident trepidation as you battle the goblins--his knuckles white against the case in his hands.
"Thanks mil lady. Back at capacity. I'll show these monsters a true hand at a gun."
Roland raises his barrels, pointing at the next two soon to be gone goblins.
Snap! Snap! Gunshots fire, and powder slowly simmers again from the weapons' barrel.
Now, Cap. Nox, who's so dreadful now eh?
Two more goblins fall from the fatal lead balls, but there are still many left alive. Those in front clamber up onto the window sills, flailing their battered cutlasses at Roland and Gerald.
One cuts across Roland's forearm, leaving a shallow, bloody wound (). Gerald, however, dodges back from the attack in time to avoid the blades.
"Ahh! Damn you greenies!"
Upon receiving the blows, Roland stumbles back a few feet to gain his composure, before raising his lug and barrel once more.
Upon seeing the young gunner take yet another hit Adrian steps toward him before shouting, "All right you flea-ridden sea rats, show me what you can do!" He then begins flourishing and thrusting his weapon in a display of martial prowess.
"Alaya tightens her grip on her scimitar and moves to the other side of Adrian and readys her weapon."
Alaya starts to sing
Adrian: Your attempt seems to intimidate the goblins, but they continue to charge forward.
Gerald stabs at the goblins again, growling with each strike.
He gets a lucky strike, downing one of the buggers, but they continue forward.
"It's good that you're helping the boy, mates, but they're going to swarm me if I don't get some kind of backup!"
"Aye. I'll hold these buggers here down. You two, Alaya and Adrian, get the others. Now.. Burn in hell."
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Roland takes deep breath, before exhaling slowly for each shot, among center mass at the frontmost goblins once again.
"Alright be careful Roland."
Adrian rushes to the Gerald to provide backup. Upon arriving he lashes out with his Trident.
"Ok die you annoying Bastard"
Alaya looks at a goblin in the window and attacks it
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The beasts avoid Adrian and Alaya's strikes, and leap from their perches on the window sills, lashing out with their claws.
Roland is able to push back one of the goblins as it attempts to latch onto his chest. It falls back and prone on the ground outside. The only other goblin takes its place on the sill and slashes at Alaya with its short sword. She is able to deftly avoid the strike.
Gerald, however feels the nasty little bugger's bite as it lunges past his trident and cuts open his shoulder. Another of the little green beasties aims its pistol and fires past its ally, the steel ball embedding itself in Gerald's shoulder.
Gerald recoils from the gunshot, snarls and charges the goblin with his shield.
The goblin flies back and lands amongst his allies.
As Roland jumps back briefly he raises his revolvers yet again.
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Roland's first shot takes one of the goblins in the stomach, sending it to the ground. The second, however, proves his dead aim. The bullet pierces the Goblin's skull directly between its giant eyes, and the back of its skull explodes, spreading the gore across the ground outside the inn.
The final four goblins at the right window, seeing their allies fall, make one last-ditch effort to rush the inn. They all charge forward, pushing themselves through the window and past Gerald's stabbing trident, forcing him back. They land finally inside the room, three on the floor and one still in the window.
The window-bound goblin spots the injured man with the case, points, and shouts something in its rough language. The other goblins turn toward the man, grin, and charge toward him.
Adrian Gives chase to the goblins rushing towards the wounded man.
"Take that bug eyes!" He yells as he thrusts at one with his trident.
Adrian's stab is successful, bringing down one of the little bastards.
Alaya, seeing the goblins charge the wounded man, rushes between him and the little green creatures. Still singing a powerful and inspiring melody, she lashes out with her scimitar.
Her slash goes wide, and the goblins rush on toward the man.
Panicking, he clutches the case close to his chest and runs for the back of the inn.
"Damn you, Man! We can't protect you if you're not here!" Gerald shouts, charging after the goblins. He lifts his trident high and stabs it forward, toward the tail-end monster.
His aim proves true as the weapon slides into the little creature's spine. It gurgles before dying on the end of his skewer. He kicks it off with one boot and continues to chase the others.
"Stand down sir!"
Roland shifts his aim at the last two goblins, and focuses his mind.
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Roland's first shot takes down one of the goblins, leaving only one left. The second shot flies past its target, splintering the wood of the bar with its impact. The little green monster rushes forward, its tiny legs carrying it quickly across the wooden floor. It leaps through the air, dogslicer raised, and in one quick motion sinks it into the already-injured man's neck as it grapples onto him. He jerks forward, opening his mouth to scream, but only releasing a splash of blood from between his lips. The rune-carved case goes flying and slides across the floor as he hits the ground with a thud. The lone goblin leaves the dagger in his neck as its eyes watch the case skate across the inn's floor.
Quick like a bunny, it springs forward, arms outstretched and mouth wide in a frantic, panting screech.
"Damnit! Someone check him! It might not be too late.'
Adrian charges forward and thrusts at the goblin hoping to to bring it down.
"Alaya tend to the man! Let's get this last foul mouse men!"
"Yes lets finish this quickly"
Alaya starts to sprint in the same derection as adrian
Gerald lets out a growl and lifts his trident. With a grunting roar, he hurls it toward the final goblin.
"Damn!" He curses as the tri-pointed spear goes wide, skating across the ground behind the skittering green beastie.
"Die beastie.."
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Roland's final shot tears through the goblin's chest as it grabs hold of the case on the ground, exploding outward in a spray of blood and green-skinned flesh. It falls forward, the case hitting the ground before the goblin, and they land with a ca-thump sound, one after the other.
The battlefield is coated with blood: that of the goblins outside, your own, and red life belonging to the already-injured man bleeding out on the floor, the dagger still in his throat.
But the goblins are, as far as you can see, gone, and it appears that the storm is beginning to pass.
"Hang in there guy.."
Roland draws down his weapon and tends to the injured man wounds as best he can.
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"Alaya, please do what you can to assist with him. Let's search the fallen beasts and see if we can find anything of use. Gerald, Adrian, any input?"
"Ok ill try my best"
"Hey Alaya. You have any of those magic spells left you can use?The guy's in a bind."
As Rolan let's Alaya work her magic, Rolad goes about reloading his weapons as the chaos ends.
Adrian walks over and grabs the box before moving toward the rest of the fallen.
"Not really, but they were clearly afriad of something... to the point where they'd rather die I think. Whatever this is Nox must really want it." He says holding up the box.
"Well let's check this thing out then friend. How's this poor man doing now? I've done all about I can. Unless you or Alaya can help."
Roland goes about the goblins himself, to see if his search can come up with anything.
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As Roland examines the man's wounds, he recognizes that there's nothing he can do. If this man is even alive, he requires magical healing, not the paltry treatments he can accomplish.
His search of the goblins' bodies reveals nothing more than the obvious. Most carried dogslicers, and there were a few who carried pistols, though you can find no powder horns or extra shot. All of the equipment is battered and worn, little more than scrap to most.
Roland will collect any left over gunpowder, parts, and weapons to his armory.
"Ok ill heal him with my spells"alaya goes up to the man and puts her hand on him saying her enchantment to treat the mans wounds.
"I only hope you helped him more than I."
"you did the best you could its better than nothing"
alaya smiles at roland
"So hows he doing? Will he make it?
Even as Alaya lays her hands upon the fallen man and casts her spell, she can sense no life within him. The blade, it seems, drove too deep, and he bled out upon the floor.
Roland takes the pistols into his inventory.
"Well let's gather what we can. Why did these come here and attack? What is so important about this case?"
Alaya steps away from the fallen man and breathes in deeply and breathes out.
"i agree we should take what we can"
Gerald kneels before the man and says a short prayer to Diana for the man's soul.
"Open the case," he says. "Let's see what the man died for."