The Righteous Shall Rise...

Game Master verdigris

Jurin is sitting on a barrel by the mess tent, casually flipping a burlap sack into the air and back into a shiny frying pan.

"Hello Beagle. Pancake?"

The Gnome's eyes light up at the sight of Jurin, and his mouth waters at the thought of a griddle, although the burlap does not appear to be too tasty.

"No, I've had my fill tonight. Just butted in where I had no business, and probably alienated someone who's important, and maybe even stepped on Cole's and Serra's toes when it's not my place. Gotta learn to focus on the recipe ahead and leave the main dishes to the more talented chefs." He sighs. "But that's neither here nor there. I'm sure all will do their duty when called."

He eyes the wise man curiously. "So, by the looks of it, you might have been well-done by the time you left the ovens below." Almost looks like being spit-roasted.

"The position is greater than the man, and we must respect the position in some cases more than the man."

"Let's just be careful that we live up to the Queen's expectations. First and foremost, not die I think."

Serra smirks, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Not all of us are knights, nor even wished what the Queen gave to us," Serra head bobs over towards Ely's direction. "The titles do more harm than good to those who do not want them nor support them. If they will not aid us, then we need not keep them."

"Like you said, we best serve ourselves and the Queen by succeeding: and we've succeed by doing things our own way. The sooner that we get these knights used to being unconventional and adaptive, the better off we'll be."

Jurin concentrates on his flapsack, sending it ever higher as he talks to Beagan.

"That's too bad, fiber is good for you. Learned that in the ovens. Yes, they spitted me and cooked me until I was tender. People and goats and demons and dragons, the things that tried to keep me from scones were many. Best thing to remember Beagle is that there are always people who want to help you with the cooking, but you can't let them. Only you know how to make the bacon right, only you know how the scones should taste. Need to break a few omelets before you get the best eggs, oh yes, but once you have the right pan..."

He catches the sack and shows his pan to Ragathiel's finest.

"You like? Non-stick, best thing I found down there. Killed a few unhappy customers with it, they don't like the flavor. Don't you worry my friend, we've got the favor of stones to see us through. Let Cole and Fatso play at being knights. You got the favor and the rabbit, that's all you need."

Serra smirks, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Not all of us are knights, nor even wished what the Queen gave to us," Serra head bobs over towards Ely's direction. "The titles do more harm than good to those who do not want them nor support them. If they will not aid us, then we need not keep them."

"Like you said, we best serve ourselves and the Queen by succeeding: and we've succeed by doing things our own way. The sooner that we get these knights used to being unconventional and adaptive, the better off we'll be."

Cole shrugs noncommittally.

"I guess I'd best see to things then." He nods to Serra and heads out to see what the Knights and other support staff are doing. He does his best to stay out of the way, and he salutes back when saluted to (more or less), but he otherwise moves throughout he camp quietly, almost stealthily.

At the start of the second watch, he turns in and tries to get a few hours sleep. If nothing else arises, he'll get up early and walk the camp again during the last shift of the night trusting in his magic to keep the worst of the fatigue from his body.

Eli finishes the Greengold applejack with his kith. "Marcus, I think this is as good a time as any to hear what you experienced that made you travel all this way, and continue to travel with me, into the Worldwound. Did Erastil talk to you?"

...

Eli takes advantage of the swirling mass of paladins to sleep as best he can to rise early, and perform his morning ritual, and ready his horse for a new day's travel.

@ Eli

"Not Erastil, No...." Marcus says, with an unusual solemnity to his features. The man hesistates, clearly not wanting to go forward. "It was a dream. Not of Erastil, but blessed by him, I am certain. I heard a voice I had not heard in a very long while. She bid me come to you, that you might make it through what you face now." he takes a swig of the Applejack and passes it back. "When the gods talk through dreams, even those not your own, it is best to listen."

*****
For Cole, it is the dusty cloud on the horizon that draws his fatigue tightened eyes the next morning. For Eli, the tremor of the ground beneath his feet. Both find their attention drawn to the East just as the sentries give alert.

" To Arms! Something Comes and Quickly!"

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Eli rubs the last ash from his hands, picking up his hammer, and joins the roar of alarm.

"The ground sounds alarm!! I gauge several separate ground thumpers, making bleating noises!! Keep your eyes peeled for calves, goats, or sheep, and assume they're demonic in origin!!"

Any heads nearby that haven't stirred receive rousing taps from the end of his hammer.

He spins around, looking for the location of the horses, making sure that they are not targets.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Jurin looks about as the alarm is raised.

"Demon sheep? Where?"

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22 Perception

Serra hears the rumbling and immediately goes to get his ranseur off of Dinner.

"Kastor! KASTOR! To me!" Serra looks for his squire amongst the assembling knights.

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11

Stress: 1d12 ⇒ 7

Hearing some commotion, Beagan tries to spot what's happening, but the gaggle of overly-tall folk encased in their own tin cans seems to block his view.

As he tries to make sense of what is said, his mouth releases something like words punctuated with a bit of sizzle, snap, hiss, and a crack. "არა? რა? ჩვენ მქონე დემონური ცხვრის საუზმეზე?"

In the confusion, the Gnome looks around for his mount, rushing to get his knightly accoutrement together so he will be ready to charge the abyssal herd.

I assume this is after morning oblations. If it is, he scrambles to Xanthos. If he hasn't performed them yet, he scrambles to Boris.

It is after oblations, but the camp has not yet begun to pack

"Kastor, lad! We're under attack!! Now go fetch my weapon!" Serra exasperates.

It's like he's not here sometimes!

"Get my weapon and find me. I'll be at the front lines. Now go! Be quick boy!"

Serra orders and goes to man the front, drawing his cold iron starknife as he does.

Since this is kind of new, please bear with me. On your initiative, please give me some idea of what you think your character's connected NPCs are doing on this round. If you have more than 2, pick only 2 of them as the other one is sleeping

Round 1
Beagan Berelcar(Aravashnyel): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Jurin(Elliott, Patricia, and Brokenose, the Bastard) : 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Elyanius Myoch(Marcus, Saul): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15
Serra Iondri Phaer(Amber): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Goats 3: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Goats 2: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Cole Zeff(Laina): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Goats 1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Goats 4: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Jothinra(and the 29 knights (11 are sleeping): 1d20 ⇒ 7

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Cole peers at the dust cloud but can make nothing of it. He hears the shouts of others, and decides to head into the fray. Cole will move down toward the front of the forces, getting out his bow and trying to make out something worthwhile.

Laina would be just getting up to the shouts. She would get out her bow as well, but stay back of Jothinra's forces. She'd be trying very hard not to look frightened...

Round 1, Init 18

With a piercing, firey blaze to his eyes, Beagan mounts Xanthos, hoping while on his ally's back his scorching gaze will see better around the be-metalled tall folk. The battle bunny to Boris, allowing the Gnome retrieving his new, knightly big stick.

His voice again resonates with a hiss-crackle-snap. "რა იყო ამბობდა? როგორ არის ყავისფერი პირუტყვი?"

Rabbit ears perked, Xanthos eyes dart and his sensitive nose quivers as he tries to spot and identify whatever threat is rousing the camp.
Perception(Xanthos): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Perception(Ara): 1d20 ⇒ 15 + whatever bonuses Ara has
Aravashnyel would gather his wits about him and be prepared to lend his skill, be it an arcane spell or simply knowledge, to the fray, letting the knights take their position in the front ranks.

Round 1, Init 14

Serra calls to Kastor (above), and moves 20' towards the sounds of impeding goating.

Amber, ever brave, runs to gather her surgical specimen kit, so she might acquire fresh samples of whatever comes close.

I don't see our tokens on the map yet. I'll move when I see them.

Round 1, Init 15

Eli tries to gauge how much time he has before the fronts collide. He moves forward, hoping he can bring forth a spell casting if the herd appears to be vicious.

Father Marcus appropriately allows Saul to step in front of him, as he readies blessings. Saul loads his heavy crossbow, trying not to laugh in excitement at his first delving into aggression.

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Round 1 Init 17

"Brokenose! Brokenose! We've got tomorrow's supper coming at us, cupcake up and let's baste them."

Jurin begins stretching and preparing himself for dinner.

"Now, where did I put those tables? We'll need to get an assembly line going. And save the hooves!"

"Best part, wouldn't know it though would ya."

At this point Brokenose the Bastard emerges from his tent. A muscular dwarf with his beards tied behind his back and several missing teeth, there is a tattoo of a cupcake on one muscular forearm.

"Ah, there you are. Let's find the other two and get ready for the herd."

Round 1, Init 18

"Beagan, Sir Beagan! Something is headed this way. It feels like herd animals, rather than the earth rending that we experienced down in the caverns. I'm not sure what sort, but be wary, Sir Beagan!"

The elf draws a wand from his pocket and touches the gnome, casting false life upon him as he rushes by.

Please remember to make your perception checks prior to responding to the spoiler information. Each round, you should add +4 to your check as the herd comes closer.

Joth's Perception plus Prepared for the Journey: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7

Joth hears the sentries' cries, startling him from his reverie.

The Enemy? Where? He scans the horizon looking for the approach but cannot seem to pin-point it. Must still be caught in Desna's Embrace.

"Which approach? Which direction?" the captain shouts back in reply.

Jory's Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
"Cannae seeit either, sah!" calls out Jory's thick accent.

Dennithor's Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
"Far off to the east sir. There, where the dust stirs." the light voice of Dennithor answers.

Round 1

The camp becomes a hive of activity, though most folks have little if any knowledge of where the danger lies or what it is that approaches. Still, Serra, Eli, Aravashnyel, and one of the stumbling knights still trying to find his horse, seem to have spotted something coming from the south east.

Round 1
Beagan Berelcar(Aravashnyel): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Jurin(Elliott, Patricia, and Brokenose, the Bastard) : 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Elyanius Myoch(Marcus, Saul): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15
Serra Iondri Phaer(Amber): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Goats 3: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Goats 2: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Cole Zeff(Laina): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Goats 1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Goats 4: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Jothinra(and the 29 knights (11 are sleeping): 1d20 ⇒ 7

Begin Round 2

Beagan and Jurin (with their companions) are up. Please remember to make your perception checks with the additional +4 to your roll vs the DCs stated above.. Don't feel like you have to wait for those ahead of you; the trouble is still 100feet or more out. I may have been off on how long it will take them to reach you. Oops. ;)

Round 2, Init 18

Perception(Beagan): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Perception(Xanthos): 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 4 = 29

The Gnome looks around, confused by the dust and commotion, but hearing Ara's warning, calls for a blessing on Xanthos.

"სუფთა ხანძრის შურისძიების, დაიცვას ამ მთაზე."

Xanthos sees enough to point the Gnome in the right direction. Double moves towards the animals.

Round 2, Init 14

Sad double moves closer...moving so quick as if to run.

"Kastor! My blade! Kastor!"

Amber, oh brave arcanist, continues to seek her supplies.

Round 2

Perception: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 4 = 10

"Alright, I'm not sure what everybody is upset about but they're shouting about demon sheep, so let's get ready. Elliott, find Patricia and get her up. Brokenose, guard the children."

Jurin looks about for the demon sheep and breakfast, but comes up short on both.

Round: 2, Initiative: 8

Cole takes out his scale and activates his blessing. Bolstering Temp HP: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

He looks harder at the dust trying to ascertain it’s origin. He’s heard the cries, but he wants to see for himself.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 10 + 4 = 26

Cole wonders at the damage that will be caused by such a large herd. He further wonders what it will take to change their direction. He cannot quite pierce the veil of dust however and so he moves up and readies his bow for action when he can...

Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 on herds and how to change their direction.

Laina moves, a little tentatively, toward Cole to be ready for anything he may need. She does not want to be too close to the front however and so hangs back a bit, but within earshot.

Round 2, Init 15

Eli's Perception: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 4 = 20
Marcy's Perception: 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 4 = 17
Saul's Perception: 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 4 = 24

Saul catches sight of the trouble, and spares no time in advancing with others. Before he does, Eli and Marcus both speak out to their greater powers and bring forth protections on their side of camp.

Saul gauges the difficulty making it through the horses, so moves up for better sight, and readies to fire his crossbow at anything hostile appearing from the dust cloud.

Readied Heavy Crossbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 for 1d10 ⇒ 2 damage

Round 1 Castings

Eli smacks Saul on the shoulder with a growl which reflects his frustration with the lack of time. Cast Shield of Faith on Saul

Marcus eyes the camp, and decides to move forward, understanding Cole to be an important part of the coming conflict. Marcus casts Bless

Round 2 Castings

Eli imagines he might be able to intimidate the herd with an increase in size, and so brings about his change. Cast Enlarge Person on self

Unsure of what else he might do to support the defenses, he pulls out his longbow, mimicking the leader's preparedness.

Round 2, Init 7

Joth's Perception plus Prepared for the Journey: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 2 + 4 = 22
Jory's Perception: 1d20 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 4 = 27
Dennithor's Perception: 1d20 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 4 = 15

Joth finally catches sight of the approaching dust cloud, decides it is better to be safe than sorry and heads back to fetch The Banner. Seeing Sir Cole has moved to engage, the captain begins calling out orders to the troops,"Incoming! MOVE! 1st & 2nd Lance mount and prepare to engage. 3rd & 4th, grab bows and wait for the order to rain down Righteousness upon them. Sipherac fetch the horses. Fitz on me."

Round 2
Xanthos is able to help Beagan spot the direction of trouble. Jurin sends Elliott to wake Patricia, while Brokenose is set to guarding the children, whoever that might be. Saul advancing with the others to guard the front. Eli slaps him on the shoulder, adding a bit of his protection to the man. Marcus calls upon his holy father to help in this time of need, while Eli begins to enlarge. Sir Serra calls for his Ranseur and waddles rushes towards the impending stampeding.

The beasts thunder across the ground en masse, their panic shaking the ground beneath the camp like a dog shakes the fleas upon its back. Every tent in the camp collapses from the shuddering, drawing squawks and grunts from those still sleeping inside.

Nurah comes skittering out the back of her tent, gasping as she narrowly escapes the tent silk.

Cole, finally able to get some idea of the carnage thundering at them finds himself nonplussed to figure out any way to turn the herd of...well, something, away from the campsite.

Jothinra begins to give orders, shouting at his men. For their part, they quickly scramble to do as they are told. From within the tents, those that had been grabbing a few moments of sleep before striking camp try to comply, but many find themselves entangled within the tents. Still, several bark out an obedient, "Yes,Captain!"

Good news! Everyone that wasn't awake inside the tents is now awake. Bad news, 80% of them are now entangled.

Begin Round 3

Round 3

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

With Xanthos pointing him directly at the oncoming rumble, Beagan finally spots the cloud.

"ცეცხლი უნდა დაეცა ჩემს მტრებს!"

Calling upon the blaze of retribution, the Gnome's lance is encased in flickering fire. Casts Flames of the Faithful.

Xanthos moves to intercept the charging foe in front, as Beagan waves his flaming lance wildly through the air.

"მისაღებად ერთად პატარა ძაღლი , ეს გზა , მაგრამ წასვლა რომ გზა!"

Beagan is trying to steer/frighten/encourage the lead charging demon sheep to veer away from their path heading west (straight into the camp) to the north (ideally around the camp).

Xanthos moves forward into a blocking, threatening position, ready to strike if any do not veer away from camp. Readied action to attack any who pass him on their way into the camp.

Aravashnyel steps part-way across camp and peers ahead to see if he can identify the rumbling creatures approaching.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Knowledge(planes or arcana): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

Round 3

"Oh, that must be what they're talking about. Brokenose, guard those two."

Children are my other two followers, since Brokenose is probably closer to Jurin's age.

Jurin calmly draws his sword and mutters to himself, multiple copies of suddenly appearing.

Mirror Image: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Round: 3, Initiative: 8

Cole again looks into the dust (another +4?) to see if he can spot a target.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 4 + 4 = 25

Unable to see anything to shoot, he moves forward of the stable boys hoping to give them some measure of protection - though he doesn't really believe it.

I'm going to get trampled... and it's going to hurt.

He steels himself against what is upcoming. "Laina stay back. As soon as you can see one, shoot - as long as it's not the leader. Beagan might just divert the greater part of them if he can divert the leader. Dropping a few within the herd might help though."

Laina tries to find a target for her bow as her hands shake a little in the rumbling of the ground.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 4 + 4 = 28

Unable, as yet, to spot a singular target she instead spends the round trying to get her hands to stop trembling.

Round 3, Init 15

Eli's Perception: 1d20 + 9 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 4 + 4 = 24
Marcy's Perception: 1d20 + 3 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 4 + 4 = 23
Saul's Perception: 1d20 + 6 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 4 + 4 = 33

Eli pulls up short of the horses, his size and armor preventing him from serious gain. He watches in frustration as Cole and Beagan take center lane for the inevitable crush of herd strength. Lenore, I'm falling short here... anything would be a help, I think...

The wheat field appears dark, with a touch of moonlight from above. As his once-eyes settle over the terrain, he starts to see them. Hundreds of fireflies, all glowing in rounds. The light touch of her hair and head on his shoulder lets him know that she sees them too.

Ah, yes... that I can do...

The old man raises his hand to his shoulder, whispering of wings and light. Cast Summon Monster II

If not already launched, Saul let's the bolt fly. Otherwise, he spends the round reloading his crossbow.

Heavy Crossbow: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 for 1d10 ⇒ 6 damage

Marcus holds back, continuing his prayers to Erastil, while beginning to loose an arrow, from a respectable and rational distance.

Longbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 for 1d8 ⇒ 7 damage

Round 3, Init 14

Serra curses his slow trod, seeking a better way to move.

"KASTOR!! MY BLADE!!!" Serra roars above the din.

Serra will cast Fly, a teaching from Amber's scrolls, and fly 60' towards the action (and 5' up).

Amber gets her equipment, scrolls, and wands...moving behind the horses.

Round 3, Init 7

The captain snatches The Mendevian Banner from its place in camp with a dramatic flourish. As soon as his fingers curl around the banner-pole a wave of pride and purpose washes over Jothinra, affirming him of his role. "3rd and 4th Lance - FIRE! 1st and 2nd - move to engage. FOR MENDEV!"

All allies of Mendev within 30' of Jothinra gain a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, and saving throws against fear and charm effects.

Dennithor Sipherac steps towards the horses and unties Agathon's Pride and his own horse, Verdant Hope.

As Joth heads towards the battlefront he spies that Lanceman Sipherac has freed his steed. A loud trill whistles rings out amid the chaos in the camp for Agathon's Pride to come to Joth.

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 4 = 31

Round 3, Summary

Beagan Berelcar(Aravashnyel): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Jurin(Elliott, Patricia, and Brokenose, the Bastard) : 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Elyanius Myoch(Marcus, Saul): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15
Serra Iondri Phaer(Amber): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Goats 3: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Goats 2: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Cole Zeff(Laina): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Goats 1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Goats 4: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Jothinra(and the 29 knights (11 are sleeping): 1d20 ⇒ 7
Xanthos pointed out the direction of the danger; Beagan charged to intercept the foe upon the wolfbunny’s back. Speaking the language of flames and his lance flared brilliantly.

Jurin called upon whatever magic makes him so Jurin-y and he becomes twice more the man he apparently he is. Further, he instructed Brokenose to protect the other kitchen assistants. Brokenose followed the orders, turning towards the others. ”Come, on you two! Get up on that bluff over there. That’s got to be safer than here.” Elliott moved quickly, grabbing up a bubbling pot to take with him, but poor Patricia cried from inside the kitchen tent, “Ooof! I can’t. I’m stuck!”
Eli pulled up short of the horses, frustrated by the crowd of people skittering around. Finally, he begins to call upon some higher power, for aid. His companions do not shirk from the fray, with Saul shooting into the mass, while Marcus continues his discussion with his god, this time with an bow and arrow in hand to shoot deep into the mass of animals.

Serra called out for his blade, then cast about for something to do. His body lightened as the ability to fly overcame him.

Amber gathered what she could, scrolls and wands and scurried behind the horses. ”Oh yes, that might do!” she said, then she too cast a spell, a flash of light and sound sparking in front of the leading goats.

Most of the goats, frightened by the fire of Beagan’s lance and the flashes of Amber’s pyrotechnics, turned more toward the north, but they continued dangerously close to the wagons. One small group, though, continues forward, towards some of the unmanned horses, and a few stable hands.

Jothinra grabbed the Mendevian Banner from its place, and used it to inspire the men. The men responded, moving to their places and firing, or rushing to engage. Jothinra whistled for Agathon and the horse nearly pulled free of Lanceman Sipherac’s grasp to go to his Master.

Begin Round 4

Round 4, Init 15

Summoned Celestial Fire Beetles: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Eli breathes easier when he sees new allies join the field. He actually smiles. His hand lifts to touch his shoulder, and he wills the fireflies fire beetles to attack and drive away the closest goats. They emit a luminescence that leaves persistent traces on the eyes. Eli can only hope they are enough to discourage the goats from running towards the light.

Beetle Bite #1, Smite: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 + 1 = 16 for 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 damage

Beetle Bite #2, Smite: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 1 = 10 for 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 damage

Beetle Bite #3, Smite: 1d20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 + 1 = 15 for 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 damage

Roaring frustration at his inability to close the distance, Eli bellows another warning at the goats. Cast Sound Burst 35' away, Fort DC 16 to avoid Stun

Sound Burst, Sonic Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Saul gauges the effect on the herd, while he reloads his crossbow, while Marcus fires again, putting his bow to use it's never had before.

Longbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19 for 1d8 ⇒ 4 damage

saves for goat block 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
saves for goat block 2: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Eli's spell goes off, a small herd of fire bettles coming to face off against the...what? yes, the goats, for all can see they are goats now, stampeding towards the camp.

Quickly, Eli adds another spell, a loud 'Booom' adding insult to the poor goats injury. Several (the first block) stumble and fall, so stunned are they by the noise, but the others continue on.

Marcus fires again into the midst, dropping a goat into the way of his companions. The combination proves too much for some of the goats, and a bit of the stampede splinters off from the group.

Round 4

Jurin moves past his scared assistants and sturdy dwarven pâtissier in order to assist with the goat attack.

Frowning at their unwillingness to lay down and be slaughtered for tonight's supper, he covers the closest in flour to encourage them.

Glitterdust the closest of the herd, should be in range at 150' max.

Round: 4, Initiative: 8

Now that he can see them he shrugs, Yep, they’re goats all right.
He targets an unstunned goat right in the middle of the line hoping to break up any charge by helping the back row tumble over the front.
Bow (magic, cold iron): 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 1 = 16 (bolstering)
damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Bow (magic, cold iron): 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 1 = 17 (bolstering)
damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
If they’re actually as close as they are on the map, I’ll have a -4 cover penalty to attack.

Laina follows Cole’s shot targeting the same goat.
Bow (cold iron): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

Poor roles for the Zeff family archers today!

Round 4, Init 18

Spotting only a solitary horseman between the southern goats and the stableboys, Beagan spurs Xanthos to block the rampaging rams from Sammie and Bucky.

As he whirls and strides into battle, Beagan strikes with his rune-glowing lance, calling upon his Paladin's smite of flaming vengeance.

Lance: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 261d6 + 1d4 ⇒ (3) + (3) = 6 Cold Iron + flaming
Confirm: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 251d6 + 1d4 ⇒ (6) + (2) = 8

Xanthos holds position (10' out) ready to attack if the goat moves forward towards the stable boys and horses. (Readied action to strike goat if it comes into range.)

9 lance damage + 5 fire damage + 2 more strength (forgotten in post) + 2 more cavalier banner morale (if within range) = 18 hp

Round 4, Init 14

Serra is about to yell for Kastor again, but cuts short when he sees Kastor with is ranseur in hand. Move action to take the ranseur.

"That's a good lad, Kastor. Thank you...now go protect Amber! Stay with her." Serra orders.

Serra flies up 30', taking in the battlefield in full, looking ALL around to see if there are more foes around.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23 Perception - from 35' up...more goats coming? something worse?
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17 Know (Planes) - goats

Beagan and Xanthos surge to the aid of the poor stable boys and their charges, jumping in front of the goats before they might thunder over the young workers.

Jurin moves forward and tosses a spells worth of flour into the eyes of the lead goats. Meanwhile, Brokenose and Elliott help detangle Patricia from the tent. will save for goats: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 I'm pretty sure that beats the save for the blindness. But boy do those goats stand out now.

Eli as noted above, calls forth three firebeetles to help him. He then sounds a loud boom to go with it. Marcus and Saul continue as they had begun, with Marcus' arrow raining death upon a small knot of goats. Between them all, they scatter one clump of goats while stun another full clump into falling.

From his airy position, Serra can see the back of the stampeding herd of goats. If there are other dangers beyond that, they elude his focused perusal.

Amber begins to draw a wand, then suddenly steps back, and to one side. "Mercy, Kastor! so caught up in this, I nearly missed you there. Here, let us see what they think of this!" with a efficient flick, she casts another pyrotechnics spell. This one crackles and snaps and takes on the looming presence of a giant bear.

The goats continue on; their panicked momentum carrying them to their doom. Several run into the lancemen, ramming into the horses only to be wounded themselves. ram: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 221d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 ram: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 81d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
ram: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 111d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9ram: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 171d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Another clump slams into Eli's summoned fire beetles, trampling over the smaller creatures until there is nothing left of them. They also trample over the stunned goats in front of them, only to crash into one of the wagons. The climb and kick their way on top of it, breaking a wheel in the process. trample: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11trample: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10trample: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10trample: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Cole and Laina shoot into the middle of the goats, bringing it to its knees. It goes down into the dust, only to be trampled by the goats behind it.

The last of the goats pay no heed to the dangers in front of them, attacking whatever is in their path. In this case, it proves to be two horses.

ram: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 141d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
ram: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 251d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
ram: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 171d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
ram: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 211d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

A hail of arrows come from the other knights, raining down in thin sheets of death. The stampede thins, those animals that can still do so heading north, or south, anywhere, but into the continued death that awaits in the camp.

And we are out of initiative

With the cohesion of the herd broken, the noise and the dust die down; and so does the danger, leaving only an accounting of the damage done before the day can get under way.