Squeeze is fell down on the sand, dizzy and at the same time bleeding. When the Goblin fell he faced the sand, and some could say he even ate a little bit of it just because. Right now, he's down there, waiting hopeful for salvation. Or not... Maybe he's just dreaming of tasteful bugs and gnome meat!
Selflessly throwing himself at the chitinous big'un that threatens one of his new pack sends Glom-Glom into a snapping, yapping desperate attack.
The feral goblin attempts to sink his needle teeth into the calf of his towering foe;
"Leave him be! Fat spider stinker! Run or be eaten!"
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Glom-Glom's attempts to gnosh on the monster leads to aching teeth that can't seem to penetrate the hard shell of the beast...
Get out of there, idiots! Shattertooth shouts as he retreats. He found another piece of vegetation at the monster in petty revenge. Defeat was a bitter drink.
Zika doesn't need to be told twice, and keeps running as fast as her stout goblin legs will carry her back towards the tree. "Come come. Follow bird!" She shouts to the others, without turning back to see whether they are following.
Narissth wants to help the goblins, but knows that there is little he can do against this strange creature.
Continue hiding, hoping that the creature cannot see him behind the tree.
The creature does not seem to notice the ratfolk or care much for the flying debris. Shockingly it swings wide in an attempt to deal with Glom-Glom the way it dealt with Squeeze.
As the grave situation facing his pack becomes clear, the red-mist rises from the feral goblin .
Somewhat winded he shuffles toward the downed Squeeze Bits and administers magical healing.
Watching from its perch the crow moves as Glom-Glom does, shrieking and pecking at the monster and attempting to cause chaos...
The monster at this point seems completely confused at the turn of events. Shooing away the bird, the beast does not take advantage of Glom-Glom's shuffle over to Squeeze...
Concerned about the crazy goblins, but also interested to determine what this thing is, Narissth continues to hide behind the tree and watch to see what happens next.
The crow moves with shocking deftness as it darts about the monster and pecks and yells at the creature.
*CAAWW*
Overwhelmed by the birds tenacity the creature spends its next few seconds continuing to try to get the beast out of its face. The moment seems to be hand when the monster offers a sort of odd moan and then spits a large sticky glob from its strange mouth. Though the bird is not caught entirely by the effect, it is knocked away and seems to be having trouble flying.
Thick tendrils of mucus covered webbing fills the impact area behind the birds position, clearly it would have trapped the creature more fully if the monster had landed its attack...
Healing touch provided, Glom-Glom utters some other words of fell magicks..
Feeling the growing fire in his gut, the feral goblin grins manically and turns back toward his giant foe.
Opening his needle maw wide Glom-Glom spits forth a cone of flame toward the groups tormentor;
"Leave Crow Crow alone! Fat stink giant!"
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Narissth continues to hide knowing that he has no real weapons or armor.
Action: remain hiding
Shattertooth arrives at the tree and waits to see if the goblins and the rat lisened to him.
Squeeze stays flanking and tries to beat the creature with a flurry.
He squeaks while attacking and smiles to Glom-Glom - whom he already considers a friend, despite having just met the feral Goblin.
In the treeline...
Fire flies at the creature and splashes against its chitinous skin and the creature screeches in a loud audible way as though steel was being scrapped against slate. Apparently, fire is an issue for the beast as not only does the burn seems to do more damage but the damage does not heal like other wounds.
Squeeze piles on to the chaos and continues to harry the monster which is less productive but still seems to add to the fight as the second blow makes a serious impact and the wound seems more than what the creature can handle all at once.
Between the fire and the goblins and the bird the monster lets out a clearly aggravated roar and starts a guarded withdrawal back the way it came...
On the beach...
Shattertooth returns to the tree and looks back to see Zika sort of lingering at the transition line waiting to see the others return. There is palpable lack of stimulus coming from the treeline as nothing emerges and no sights or sounds seem to penetrate the strange otherworldly effect that sections the beach off from the jungle.
As the creature starts to retreat the crow opts to land on a tree and simply yell at it, *Caw* Caw*
Narissth watches as the creature retreats, taking note of its vulnerability to fire and wondering where he can get components to make blazing bombs. When the creature is gone, he steps out to see how the goblins have fared.
Well done. Without a real weapon, I would not have fared as well against that . . . thing.
Glom-Glom yowls in delight as the creature retreats, but mindful not to press the matter the canny wee goblin does not pursue their foe;
"Heh-heh! We scared bad stink spider thing! He know better than to make meal of us pups!"
Zika relaxes somewhat to see Narissth and Glom-Glom come out of the trees, with Squeeze shortly behind. "Not good." She mutters. "Stop one, may be more. Packs." Her ears fold downward and curl slightly. "Maybe not so lucky."
She nods to Narissth. "Rat smart. Need weapons. More prepared." She frowns again, looking between the trees and the beach. "Not likely find sword here. Not likely find magic book." She spits onto the sand. "Maybe doomed."
Narissth looks at the stick he found.
Not the best, but better than nothing. He says as he takes a tentative test swing.
Glom-Glom and Narissth emerge on the beach to relative safety, the sound of the retreating creature completely unheard. It is noted that despite being ng side by side with the druid and ratfolk as they transitioned into the sand, Squeeze-Bits is nowhere to be seen...
Narissth starts suddenly when he notices that the other goblin is missing.
Where did the crazy one go?
Probably got eaten. Where in the name of the gods did we end up?
Glom Glom sniffs at the sand with little or no success...
"Feh. Squeeze still here... just invisible... Cape makes him no-see! He go hunting... Great hunter Squeeze!"
The feral goblin waves toward the distance then ambles toward the group on all fours.
The crow lands on the strange tree in the sand and continues to appraise the group before offering a peck at the wood beneath it and offering a half hearted yell *Caw*
Narissth moves over to where the crow is pecking at the tree and carefully examines that place.
Strange. The crow does not get blasted. Wonder why?
Shattertooth is out of options, so he does the crazy thing and touches the tree. Again.
Zika is pleased when the larger goblin creature touches the tree, having been thinking of doing it herself. While watching to see what happens, she looks briefly at Narissth. "Crow magic." She says simply, as if that explains everything.
Despite the express sensation that the tree will hurt him, Shattertooth touches the tree again. There is no reaction though the group does note, that another one of those disappearing/reappearing pedestals have returned with what looks like, from a distance at least, a flat cut of circular wood.
Shattertooth touches his face and grins for the first time. He had passed this test. He strides to the wooden circle and picks up his prize.
Shattertooth picks up the wood circle and it hisses slight at his touch. One quarter of the wood becomes clearly marked with a number of unfamiliar runes, embellishments and a very clear symbol of a mountain peak.
Be turns the disk over several times before tucking it in his clothing. At the very least it would make a good dinner plate.
Glom-Glom watches the hob's actions with curiosity;
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"Plate and shine eye! Oh-ho-ho... big hob has been rewarded by gods!"
The crow caws at the hobgoblin with clear excitement as it bats its wings, *Caw* *Caw*
After a moment or so the bird settles down and then taps on the wood again, crying out at the others...
Zika's eyes widen as the giant goblin gets some more things, and she races over to the tree, almost shoving the others out of the way. As she gets closer, she can see that something has changed with its eye, and isn't quite sure what to make of it. Without thinking too hard about it, she clamps her hands down onto the wood.
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Narissth does not pay much attention to Shattertooth, but decides to throw caution to the wind and reaches out and touches the tree once more.
Glom-Glom shakes his head at the curious ratman;
"Oh-ho-ho ratty-rat! Go to the well one too many times you find it dry yes-yes!"
Zika is rewarded for her efforts with the arrival of the plank of wood in Shattertooth's possession arriving on the stone dias.
Narristh on the other hand, is not as lucky as he is thrown back 50' and takes a hard landing in the sand.
The crow offers a low yell at Glom-Glom as he makes his commentary and the bird bobs its head vigorously as Zika touches the tree. At Narissth's injury the bird caws once more and taps the tree again with its beak...
Shattertooth immediately recognizes the whorls on the lithe goblins face. It appears we are being marked...
Zika is rewarded for her efforts with the arrival of the plank of wood in Shattertooth's possession arriving on the stone dias.