Gryf points out what he find and gathers it all up into his bag.
Agreeing with Haru, he whispers back. "We split up then three at the front three from the ladder. The ones in the front go first then the ladder ones come up 10 seconds later. I will take the lead and be the first to enter the hut." He speaks not to ask but to tell but looks to his brother, no matter how sure of himself he was his brother always had something to add.
Feeling the adrenaline build up inside him he wants nothing more than to run right for that door. But they have fireworks.. and we should work as a team. He hears his brothers words now counseling him. "Me, Haru and my brother will take the front. Friday you take Val and come up through the ladder when you hear us come barrel through door." Gripping his Axe tight in both hands he is ready to cut down a few more goblins.
The party gets into their positions, ready to unleash hell on the goblins waiting inside. The chattering of goblins becomes quieter as the team approaches the front door.
Gryf rams his shoulder against the door, silencing the goblin chattering on the other side, but otherwise not making any progress. It appears that the door is barred from the other side.
However, his efforts have revealed something--peeking through the gap in the front doors, it appears that the doors are barred with a simple iron bar across the doorknobs. The gap in the doors is wide enough to slip a blade through.
A scratchy, nasally goblin voice barks out something in Goblin from beyond the door.
"Ty není dostat se sem, Dlouhán! Můžete s nimi ty kostnaté, viď ?! Dali jsme vám zpět své stupidní poklad už - nechte nás na pokoji!"
Unable to understand the goblins chattering beyond the door, Marten lends his weight to Gryf's battering.
But he is as unable to move the door as his brother.
Bouncing back from the door, even with his brothers help. Gryf clenches his fists as he begins to shake lining up the door again, the shouts of the goblins fueling him on as he screams out. "Now!" Then he charges the door once again.
At Gryf's signaling shout Friday will open the trapdoor.
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This time, Gryf's efforts are greatly rewarded--the doors fly open and the bar holding them back shatters in two, much to the consternation of the room's occupants!
The room is full of goblins, with dogslicers readied and gripped in trembling green hands. At the far end of the room is seated an obese goblin, wearing a crown of twigs & junk. His leather armour is straining over his paunch, and what appears to be some sort of firework is in his hands. This must be Chief Rendwattle Gutwad.
"Získat jim, blázni!" The chieftain barks!
"That's your cue," Valeria said as she wove a spell onto Friday's weapon.
Seing the romm filled with goblins Gryf pulls his axe from his back and instantly strikes down on the goblin in front of him. "This ends here!"
Gryf cuts down one goblin with ease!
Gutwad cackles with glee and aims his firework at the three at the front door, lighting it with a match from his throne of junk! The remaining goblins leap into action, with one leaping at Gryf...
...and stabbing him in the thigh with his weapon!
Another goblin swings at Marten...
...and manages to slice open Marten's collar, dangerously close to his neck!
The remaining goblins draw bows, aim at the berserker, and start shooting!
Two miss Gryf wildly, but two more stick him in his shoulders.
Haru starts her song and draws her bow.
Nodding in thanks to Valeria Friday steps forth towards Haru's familiar song. Spotting a goblin ahead he attacks.
Friday's spear lands above the goblin's head with a loud *THUNK*. All the goblins stop and briefly turn in the direction of the noise.
"Plížit útok! Plížit útok! Záludný Dlouhán!" One of them crows.
Reeling from the deadly blow he just received, Marten imagines the tortoise retreating into it's shell and though he steps slowly forward, raises his shield to protect himself.
Some of the goblins are beginning to turn and face the spearman striking from the rear!
With the enhancement spell in-place on Friday's weapon (despite Friday's aim making her effort feel wasted), she quickly moved behind the warrior and started firing more beams of cold past him into the goblins.
His anger begins to boil over as the goblins push the attack slicing in to him, he's tried to hold it back but nows the time to truly let go with an enemy infront of him and people he needs to protect.
He screams out a man truly possessed now a storm that wipes out the world. He strikes down at the little puny goblin.
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Gryf's swing mercilessly ends another goblin with impunity!
Gutwad points his firework at Gryf, cackles with glee... then he lets the firework fly!
The firework flies at Gryf and drives itself into his stomach, its fuse burning brightly! It doesn't hurt him, but it's trying to fly past him and explode...
A goblin drops its shortbow, draws its dogslicer, steps forward, and strikes again!
The goblin's swing goes wild and strikes the firework, denting it and fracturing the blade at the hilt--one more strike, and it's going to break!
Marten's goblin swings again...
...but is unable to get past Marten's shield.
Two goblins turn their attention to the incoming Friday, with one shooting at him with its shortbow...
...and sticking the man in the shoulder.
The other goblin ditches its bow and draws its dogslicer, stepping forward and swinging at him!
This time, his attack meets with no success.
The last goblin fires its bow at Gryf...
...and the arrow flies wildly over his shoulder. It appears the sparks flying from the firework have thrown off the goblin's aim.
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Haru continues her song and looks for an opening for her arrows.
Haru pulls out a pair of tiny, candy-sized tarts from her spell-pouch along with a feather. Popping them in her mouth, she shouts, "Hey Chief Gutwad! Why did the baby goblin cross the road? Because he was stapled to the chicken!" and waves the feather in his direction as if tickling him from afar. Her lousy joke, combined with her magic, tries to force the goblin chief into a mystical state of helpless laughter.
CASTING
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, M (tiny fruit tarts and a feather)
EFFECT
Range close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)
Target one creature; see text
Duration 1 round/level
Saving Throw Will negates; Spell Resistance yes
DESCRIPTION
This spell afflicts the subject with uncontrollable laughter. It collapses into gales of manic laughter, falling prone. The subject can take no actions while laughing, but is not considered helpless. After the spell ends, it can act normally. On the creature's next turn, it may attempt a new saving throw to end the effect. This is a full round action that does not provoke attacks of opportunity. If this save is successful, the effect ends. If not, the creature continues laughing for the entire duration.
A creature with an Intelligence score of 2 or lower is not affected. A creature whose type is different from the caster's receives a +4 bonus on its saving throw, because humor doesn't "translate" well.
Gutwad just frowns.
"Hmph, tough crowd."
Growling in response to getting shot Friday lunges at the goblin that shot him.
Friday skewers the goblin that shot him right through his eye. The goblin's head is still stuck on the end as he tries to shake it off.
Marten leans across and seeing the firework stuck between the plates of his brother's armor, grabs it and flings it back at Chief Gutwad!
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Thanks to Marten's quick thinking, the firework's flight path is drastically altered--while it doesn't hit Gutwad, it gets stuck in his throne! The chieftain stops giggling and looks at the firework as it spews sparks every which way, blanching.
Gryfs rage continues to boil over again screaming out as he strikes down wanting to split the little goblin in half and put an end to them all.
His anger gets the better of him as the goblin sees his attack coming and dodges his strike, this only makes Gryf anger worse. "Put them all down!"
With little else to do from this position, Valeria continued to provide frigid fire support for the others.
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While Gryf doesn't meet with much success, Valeria's frost ray manages to hit the goblin in front of Friday. It clips the goblin's ear, but it hits.
Gutwad tries to yank the firework free of his throne, trying to redirect its flight path back toward the heroes at the front door!
He manages to get the firework unstuck, then he points it at the heroes and lets it fly!
...right over Gryf's shoulder and into the wild blue yonder. Gutwad grumbles.
The goblins press the attack with dogslicer and bow...
The spectacle of the firework flying over Gryf's shoulder appears to have distracted the goblins greatly--aside from a lucky nick on Gryf's shin, every single attack from the goblins goes everywhere but at the heroes.
Once again Friday stabs at the goblin his spear has access to.
Marten steps back behind his brother. He brings his foot down on the floorboards with a crash and a cry of power.
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Marten's spell reverberates through the floorboards, reaches Gutwad's throne, and topples the fat goblin to the floor!
As Haru's reverberating song fades from the ears of her compatriots, she casts another spell.
"What rhymes with blue and really stinks? You!"
The goblin just scratches its head in confusion.
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Gryf continues his attack of the Goblins moving into his range, swinging away at each one his blood rage fully taking over him as he screams out.
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Gryf's axe comes dangerously close to shearing off the goblin's face, but it staggers away at the last second.
With little else to do from her position, another beam of frost lances past Friday.
Valeria's ray freezes one of the timbers above the goblin's head. "Brilliant aim, really. Try aiming at the green thing trying to stab the big one next time." Xel grouses from somewhere behind her.
Gutwad forces himself to his feet, incensed. He growls, then unlimbers a longbow lined with animal teeth along the bowstaff. He barks another order at his goblins before fixing his gaze on the druid who knocked him off his feet.
The goblins redouble their assault...
Inspired by Gutwad's barking, the melee goblins manage to land decisive blows on Gryf and Marten...
...but the goblin with the bow narrowly misses the raging warrior.
Friday's opponent swings his dogslicer, but the swing is easily parried by the shaft of his spear. The weapon's blade fractures as it clashes against the much sturdier shaft of wood.
Haru pauses a moment to see whether Marten and Friday manage to down a goblin or two, then muddles the mind of remaining foes.