The goblin is slashed by Zelladania's dagger, it yelps in pain and turns to her with a murderous rage upon its face.
The goblin stopped quicker than Zella thought and she overreached on her next attack.
As the goblin at the table falls, Darius looks around for anymore.
Hearing the scream, the Half-Elf sees a man running for his life. Then he spots the one turning to attack Zelladania. "No," he whispers and rushes to her side, slashing at the little monster.
Which proceeded to duck under the blades edge.
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Noro, caught up in her rage pays no heed to what is happening elswhere than in her immediate field of view.
As she turns to look for her next opponent Darius has already stepped up to help Zella but apparently he failed to absorb Noro's goblin fighting lesson.
Noro moves to give Darius another fighting lesson, quickly moving up to the goblin with a jumping right kick to the goblins nose.
Leshson two. shtop being fancy
Olly hears the scream and looks up to see a man running, chased by a goblin on a worg. But she has more immediate problems, and while keeping the drumbeat going with one hand, she lashes out at the goblin running at her. "Get away from me!!"
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Seldon rushes forward, the elvish rolling off of his tongue, sounding almost ethereal as he weaves his magic, clutching his holy symbol so tightly he begins to bleed. "Goddess take you."
Karas turns at the sound of the goblin astride his mount behind him. With a single movement from his hand Ignir changes and moves directly next to him. Karas then proceeds to chant in his own language as he places a hand on Ignir.
Olly stabs the goblin in the stomach, the light from it's eyes begin to fade and it stares at Olly, with blind hatred. It falls to the ground dead
The worg, suddenly terrified, bucks its rider as it turns and runs away from the group. The goblin rider looks rather miffed as it now focuses on it's new hatred, the group.
The arrow hits Seldon in the shoulder
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Noro ends her rage
She begins to scan the ruined square for Flick wondering if he is alright or worse, he was involved.
Noro, breathing heavy from the combat goes to see if he is alright.
thish is why I tackled you in the bar the other night. For your shake I hope you had nothiing to do with this
Noro eyes the now dis-mounted goblin. her breath heavy with fatigue yet Noro still manages to stand tall to face the goblin. she takes a few steps foward and tries to stare down the goblin.
The goblin blood still dripping from her fists she silently challenges him with her body language.
Olly looks down at the dead goblin at her feet. "Teach you to mess with a bard! This'll make a great story later."
She looks back up as the arrow smacks into Seldon. "Oh, now this won't do at all. Stop that!" and she blows a bit of wool toward the goblin, trying to confuse it, while still maintaining the drumbeat.
The goblin stops and just stares off into space
Seeing Olly kill the goblin in front of him caused a smirk acrossed his face. He then turns his attention to the worg rider, only to find the worg missing and the goblin dazed. Well that's a suprise. He charges forward and slashes at the rider
Somehow his rushing forward made him miss the dazed little thing
Following up beside Darius, Zella takes a swipe of her own at the dazed little critter threatening her friend.
Seldon gasps as the pain fogs his eyes, and for a moment his mind wheels back several decades, to rains of wicked barbed arrows, shouts of Undercommon and darkness. Reeling, he scans the crowd for the fleeing man, or anyone in need of the last of his healing magic and marvelling at the skill and ferocity that the others fight with.
Ignir moves up to the goblin rider, if there is anything left of him, and lays in. Meanwhile Karas slowly approaching, keeping an eye on where the worg was going.
[ooc]Ignir
Seldon carefully assists Chadron and bandages up his wounds. He appears to be fine now, but is still unconscious.
Karas' eidolon tears the goblin commando apart, pieces of him go flying in various directions.
The man that was being chased by the mounted goblin gets up from his spot on the ground and dusts himself off. He walks over to Karas and holds out his hand. "Aldern Foxglove... nice to meet you. That was quite incredible, your ... creature there is quite powerful. Next time your at the Rusty Dragon, look me up, I would love to hear some of your stories about yourself and your friend over there."[b] He gestures to the eidolon.
From across the square, you see a large group of citizens have grouped up in a circle. You hear [b]"There's still one goblin left, lets get him!" from one of the citizens. A few braver citizens surge forward and left the goblin over their heads, and you can see that it is Flit, who is visibly shacking from his terror.
The elf works swiftly and deftly, mopping his brow as he staunches the man's bleeding, until, satisfied, he leans against the far wall, breathing heavily. Only then does he gingerly tug on the arrow in his shoulder.. "Desna amin'vara!" he exclaims, gritting his teeth, eyes watering from the pain, but the arrow is stuck.
Swaying slightly, he moves toward the bulk of the group, nodding a greeting to Aldern before he turns to the others. "Mae govannen, strangers. I am Seldon Swiftheel, of Crying Leaf." he says warmly, though there is an edge to his voice as he eyes Darius and the Shoanti's eidilon. He smiles weakly at Olly, leaning on his carved, white birch walking stick. "I've not seen a gnome use a sword like that in my many years." he says. "Pray... will you help me with this arrow?" he adds, apologetically. "I fear it needs a delicate touch."
Karas smiles as the man talks at him, "Foxglove, I'll try to remember." He didn't know what information he was willing to part with, that was something to think about.
When the mob hoisted Flit up Ignir, who recognised Flit as the pushy goblin that tried to make a move on Olly, ran towards the villagers and roared as if demanding they'd let him go. Following Ignir Karas approached the people, "That's not one of your attackers. He is the Pathfinder that came here for the festival. He may be a little silly but he's no monster." Not in the slightest.
Some of the crowd seems to stop and think at Karas' words, but the more braver citizens appear to continue. "How do we know that he wasn't the one that brought them?! I saw we lynch 'em just to be sure!"
They continue to carry him towards the stage where a few other citizens are stringing up a rope.
"So be it. Ignir, you know what to do." At that the eidolon ran around the mob and onto the stage, roaring and growling. "If you don't put him down now Ignir there will attack your friends up there, and you have seen what he did with those goblins."
Having seen how the goblin behaved around Olly, Zella simply cannot think of him doing such a malicious thing as engineering a goblin raid on Sandpoint. With a quick tug on Darius's sleeve, Zella runs for the stairs of the stage hoping to try to block the way up to their make-shift gallows.
"No one is lynching anyone here! If you don't want to believe us then put him in the custody of the Sheriff and let him be the one to decide! You are not the law for Sandpoint!" I'm sure the sheriff will believe poor Flit.
Olly lets the drumbeat stop . As Seldon comments on her swordwork, she looks down at the still-bloody blade in her hand. "I sure don't do it often! It was handy of him to run right into my blade like that. I'm not usually so violent, but I don't like goblins." She shakes her head, a little bemused at the experience. "My name's Olly, Olly Ackenthorpe."
She blinks in surprise as Seldon asks her for help with the arrow. "Me? I don't know much of anything about healing stuff. I mean, I'm happy to try, but I don't actually know what I'm doing. You'll have to sit down if you want me to try that, though, I can't reach it."
As the crowd starts hauling Flit over to the stage, Olly hesitates. He is a goblin, too. And what if he did have something to do with it? But... he seems to have been behaving himself up till now... even if he did, they shouldn't just string him up, I suppose. She sighs. Turning back to Seldon, she says, "Just a minute, this is going to get ugly if they don't stop."
She climbs up on a nearby box so she can have some hope of being seen. "Stop, stop!" she shouts. "Look, I really don't like goblins. You can see that." She holds up her sword. "And I don't think I trust this one. But much as I hate to say anything nice about a goblin, he didn't attack anyone. Aren't we supposed to be better than them? Get the sheriff instead. Let the law handle it."
A loud clear horn is heard from the other side of the square and everyone stops and takes a looks. A gruff looking dwarf puts down a rather beautifully shaped war horn. His hair is grey with age, but the fire in hs eyes shows that he has several years to fight left. He is accompanied by five other individuals,
A rather large half-orc with an greataxe so massive that it seems to dwarf his shoulder, he stands ready for a fight at any moment.
Besides him is a petite elf maiden with a bow ready in her hands, her golden hair is so bright that it seems to shine as a white beacon in the sun.
A stern looking Tien man stands to the side, his head is clean shaving, and his shirt is parted to reveal his arms, allowing them to be free for mobility. His arms, not as massive as the orcs, are still toned and powerful looking.
A gnome, with orange hair and with robes longer then his feet, stands besides an unusual looking creature. The creature stands bipedal and has pincers like a praying mantis. The gnome looks up at him with pride.
And finally, in front of them all, stands a fair haired man and probably one of the most handsome men you have seen. Currently he is unshaven and his stubble gives him a rugged look at suits him. He currently wears a smile that you swear was twinkling.
All five individuals are travel stained and have the appearance that they have been in many battles, in fact many of their equipment is still wet from fighting goblins in another part of the city.
The lead handsome man steps forward "Excuse me for interrupting, but I believe we might be able to offer some assistance while the sheriff is pre-occupied." You can hear a subtle Taldan accent in his voice. "I am Venture-Captain Tierce Vraie, and these's individuals with me are seasoned Pathfinders. I'm sure we can solve this dispute"
Still standing on the stairs to the stage, Zella addresses the handsome lead Pathfinder. "Sir, these people are trying to lynch that Pathfinder without a fair trail. Surely as fellow Pathfinders they won't let poor little Flit be lynched like this.
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Noro realizes the fight is over. the man saved goes to congradulate his rescuer. all is near normal.
until the attempt to lynch poor flit. Noro notices the others rapidly stepping up nad now the additional added muscle, Noro takes the break in the action to wander over to the now nearly trashed stand offering local brew ale.
She grabs a pitcher and uprights a flipped table and chair, takes a seat to enjoy her drink. taking a breather to regain her strength.
Noro positions herself so she can watch the goings on regarding Flit and keeping an eye for any stragler goblins.
That's the second time that has happened. Darius thinks to himself as the strange creature comes out of nowhere and tears the goblin apart. Hearing the shouts of a mob of angry people, the Half-Elf turns to see Flit hoisted up and moved towards the stage. Oh now what? All of a sudden there is a tug on his arm as Zelladania pulls him towards the stage.
As her and Olly attempt to appease the crowd, the horn sounds. Seeing how the situation seems to be getting under control, Darius dismantles and sheaths his weapon. While making sure he stays as close to Flit as possible in case something goes wrong.
Olly sees the group of Pathfinders arrive, and Zella start explaining the situation to them. Good. If they're Pathfinders and that goblin is really a Pathfinder, they'll make sure the crowd doesn't do anything too dumb. And if he isn't really a Pathfinder they'll take care of him too. At least not too many people got hurt.
Still standing on the box so she can see what's going on around, she turns back to Seldon. "If you want me to try that arrow, I will, but you might be better off with an actual healer!" She beckons him to come over to where she's standing on the box. "I can reach better from here."
As she starts trying to work the arrow out, she starts talking to try to distract him from her attempts. "That was disturbing. Where do you suppose all those goblins came from? And it looks like those Pathfinders were fighting someone too, their weapons are wet. And they seemed organized, too, like the one on the worg was in charge. There's got to be a story there somewhere."
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After a moment or two watch the events unfold Noro notices the elf looking a bit "snubbed?"
after she has rested enough to gain her stregth back Noro grabs an extra ale and wanders up to the Elf.
Hey... She hands the ale to him. Name'sh Noro, in cashe ya didn't know She takes a swig of her ale.
She stands next to Seldon watching the events on the stage unfold.
Nor will stop midway and notice Seldon go off to the little drummer. She will chug the extra ale and toss the mug over her shoulder and return to her seat.
Karas' position doesn't change, though the mantis thing does look strangely familiar, somehow. It were just more of these damn invaders. At times like this Karas started to think some of the other Quah's were right and they should drive out all these intruders.
The man who was clearly full of himself was the worst though. One who paid so much attention to his looks could never be worth a thing.
The elf seems momentarily startled by Noro's rough greeting, as the mug of ale is thrust into his hands. With two hands he takes a long, steadying draught and returns the tankard. "Ah. The local brew, is it? Most excellent."
Obligingly, the elf walks over to the box, smiling apologetically and gripping tightly onto a nearby table as Olly does her bloody favour. "Theres goblins... gods... all along the coast road. I've never seen so many in one journey." he says, as the arrow is finally pried loose, barbs dripping with blood. "I do not think our worg rider was in charge, but something more sinister..." he says, with a sideways glance to Darius. Leaving his suspicions unspoken and clapping his hands together, he looses a wash of positive energy that knits his wounds and leaves everybody around him with the feeling of a pleasant dream.
He motions toward the building crowd, clearing the way for Olly. "Diola lle. Thank you, Olly Ackenthorpe." he says, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Ladies first. Shall we?" he says, with a sweeping motion and a smile.
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Noro takes the mug and is about to speak when Olly drags Seldon off almost as if she wasn't there.
Noro raises her arm to check for any offensive smell. not really finding any she watches as her next object of friendship wanders off.
Noro stands there a bit seemingly miffed but she tries to hide it.
subconciously her grip tightening on the mug until it shatters in her hand.
Shaking off the broken pottery she turns back to her table looking for her brother.
"Seasamin," Olly replies in Elvish, with a wink. As she hops down from the box, she notices the bloody mess she's made of her hands, and her still-wet sword. "Just a minute. I need to clean up a little. This is very messy stuff. Don't want to get anything on my drum!" She concentrates briefly, her eyes wide, and after a few seconds the bloodstains disappear. After a few seconds more, the stains around the wound on Seldon's shoulder fade as well. She grins at Seldon. "Figured you could use it too."
As they start moving toward the stage, Olly turns back toward the ale stall when she hears the pottery break. "Hey, don't do that. Break goblins, not pottery! Next one's on me." She grins, and stops to buy Noro's next ale before turning her attention back to the group at the stage.
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Before the Pathfinders have a chance to speak to the crowd, Sheriff Hemlock and two of the town guard show up. The Sheriff screams out "What is going on here?!?!?!"
The handsome Venture-Captain steps forwards, "Good sir, I believe the gentle townsfolk were about to lynch a goblin, but I think there is some confusion as he was a non-hostile."
The Sheriff looks at Tierce and then back at Flit, "You mean the goblin Pathfinder?!" At that question, Tierce's eyebrows look about in confusion. He strolls over to the goblin immediately demanding the townsfolk to release him. His demeanor quickly shifted from a relaxed charming stance, to a snake ready to strike. The townsfolk easily disperse and Flit is put down. Tierce bends down to speak with him.
Flit quickly resumes a look of business and removes a scroll from within his coat and hands it to Tierce, and the Venture-Captain removes the seal and reads it. Tierce nods to himself as he reads and rolls it back up and hands it back to Flit. "Torch up to his old tricks again. Quite ironic for him to send a goblin, no offense to you sir."
Flit nods back, "None taken, I get a lot of prejudice based on my race. Should have been here a few hours earlier and seen how that Gnome over there treated me." He nods over to Olly.
Tierce laughs loudly and slaps Flit on the back, "Come, meet us for drinks later at the Rusty Dragon, we must trade stories" Flit eagerly nods at the request.
Tierce gets up from speaking with Flit and walks over to the largest group of the party. He nods to you all, "Good fighting out there, pretty sure you will all become heroes of Sandpoint before long. My party and I will be staying at the Rusty Dragon and would appreciate if you met us for drinks tonight."
As if on queue, Ameiko walks around the corner, having overheard the conversation, she addresses the party, "Actually, I would love if you all would stay at the Rusty Dragon for payment of your heroism. A free week of room and board is the best I can do for you heroes" She smiles to each of you before leaving.
Darius smirks to himself at what Tierce says to Flit. Indeed. He turns to Zelladania, "Well, it appears we made a good impression. Looks like I'll be around for at least another week." flashes her a smile, then looks around. "Now where did Mr. Drokkus run off to?"
Most of the townsfolk have scattered and gone home for the night. It's safe to assume that Cyrdak Drokkus did the same, or possibly went to his theatre
"I'm glad to know I'll have the pleasure of your company for at least that long then." Zella smiles at Darius before turning around to scan the crowd.
"Well, I don't see Drokkus anywhere. Over there's Olly though, come on, I want to make sure she's okay." Zella walks over to Olly and company.
"Olly, are you all right? I think next time we perform we should bring armor and weapons. I certainly wasn't expecting anything like that today."
As soon as the crowd disperses Ignir returns to Karas' side. It seemed like they were going to talk to mister Foxglove after all. Karas wasn't quite sure he actually wanted to stay but insulting the lady by refusing the offer of hospitality was unheard off.
Togther they walk over to the rest of the group. who seem to be checking in on the Gnome. Once there Karas opens his mouth, but before he can speak Ignir speaks, his voice low and gravelly, "Are you al right lady of the drums?" Karas is visibly surprised to hear Ignir speak, especially in common.