The party, those looking at the fight and down the hall; can roll spot to see something...unusual.
Attack: 14(d20)+6=20
Damage: 5(d8)+6=11
Takes another one down.Your friends have left you to die.
To Val:** spoiler omitted **
For round 6:
Galen and Elsdyn finish the last two melee gobbies, down the hall and around the corner their is a yelp.
Well; blood and wounds all around; the party can reflect on what it must have took to do in the hardy squad of probably heavily armored and well trained dwarves that tried to hold this room; what more can be awaiting yon adventures deep within the bowls of this goblin lair once belonging to proud dwarven clans.
what are the parties actions? many dead goblins lay before you stinking in the hall; many more felled by magic, bolts and arrows in the distance; fresh blood and open bodies gives a putrid smell to the place; the remembrance of lost companions and missing adventures from your past coming back in remembrance; how swift things turn deadly and how dreadful the world would be in the grips of such an enemy.
Sunset wiggles and grimaces under Desidera's ministrations as the Goblin arrow is removed, with the wounds and bruises cleaned thence bandaged. Once she's been finished with, Sunset readily and happily helps the other woman tend to every one else's injuries, adding jibes and quips to help lighten any tension and brighten the atmosphere of the place. Sunset makes sure to compliment Bob on his excellent singing voice.
"So's then, mates?" She asks around, "Whut're we t'do with th' Gobbie bodies?" Looking at the chopped and other wise mangled forms. "Shees, about th' same amount o' muck as a relatives Tuna boat." She muses. "T'is a pity we cain't just wash 'em over t'side an' let nature be taken its course." She continues.
"An' bein' stuck un'er this hill means doin' th' nest expedient thing o' pilin' 'em up an' lightin' a fire in't the go, neither." She looks at the low ceiling over head, lips pouting in thought
thankyou desidera!
Mogue:
as a ranger you realize that all this carnage WILL attract scavengers of varios sorts. Most will be small and large bugs abd arachnids and the like; but Carrion Crawlers and Othyug are not unheard of in this region as well as...goblins.
The party, those looking at the fight and down the hall; can roll spot to see something...unusual.
Attack: 14(d20)+6=20
Damage: 5(d8)+6=11
Takes another one down.Your friends have left you to die.
To Val:** spoiler omitted **
For round 6:
Gloisil continues watching the remains of the battle and down the hallway to make sure none of the fleeing goblins come back.
For those spot 14 and above:
The arrow leaves Mogues bow; and travels around the corner as if following a goblin; then you hear a gobby cry out.
I'll wait patiently for my turn to be patched up. I took two arrows, but minor damage. I thank Sunset for the kind words and say that it was easy to keep harmony with such a fine voice as yours.
When I patched up I will take a peak down the hallway.
I guess that there wasn't really much to see.
Spot Check:
Elsdyn leans forward and wipes his sword off on the nearest goblin, then carefully inspects it for damage, finally sheathing it along with a satisfied nod.
He chuckles a bit at Sunset's performance as he removes his helmet and brushes his hair away from his face as he looks around at the various faces. He smiles openly and says to Galen specifically, but the group in general.
"Thy group doth perform most admirably, twas nothing but a privalege to fight along side such staltworthy companions. I thank thee kindly for thy aid given. It would further honor me to travel a bit with thee, for the moment at least, I think our path is the same and I would gladly welcome thy company."
"As for our fallen enemies, this room could probably store them or perhaps with some effort the sand above us could provide a better burial. Though in truth I think we should not tarry long for I have dreamnt perhaps a truth, given by the Lady, and a most vile and wicked thing doth make this place its home and drive the dwarven masters down into its depths. Twould not due to encounter such a thing or its reviled associates so recent from this last battle."
He will move over to a corner in the room and fiddle with something on the wall there and a door will unexpectedly open (for those who did not know of it).
"Within here our some goods of the dwarfs that the goblins did not ransack. I think the reduction in the goblins numbers is of good payment if thee need to restock thy food supply. Do though remember that tis the dwarf's stock and be mindful of their generosity should they be encountered later. Dwarf's have been known to be rather oddly possessive about things they call their own."
Galen smiles
we have a good solid group here!
The honour is ours Elsdyn, I am sure we would all welcome you into our group.
Within the room; for those pearing inside.
There are several sealed <using wax or tar> large barrels containing water. Smaller barrels of pickles, and packed, salted fish; there are a couple sacks of dried venison and dried apples, dried red beans and dried squash as well as dried mushrooms and a dried, roasted grain called Kaffe <that gnomes and dwarves brew with hot water and enjoy, most other races dont drink it or know much about it>. There is a barrel of probably some dark beer and a small cask of molasses near a box of salted, thick, dark crackers <stale>, most like used for soups rather than direct eating, but who knows but a dwarf or gnome.
There is not a lot here; looks like emergency rations rather than a larder; this would probably hold eight people for a couple weeks. Also in this room are 3 spades <short handled shovels> a pick, a cold chisel, a mallet, a small wooden box of healing herbs and about 10 clean, long strips of bandages, one set of flint/steel/tinder and about 100ft of hemp rope. There is a small cask of fine oil from rendered animal fat that could be for cooking or for lanterns. In the corner is a heavy <10 lbs) black cauldron with a lid and a ladle that can probably make a couple gallons of stew.
The room itself is not large; perhaps 10ft square. Keeping this room secure and or hidden might be a good idea until you can find a way back out though in the back of your minds; you know it will not really be secure as long as there are goblins up and about.
Gloisil wanders over to the hidden entrance that Elsdyn just opened and looks inside. Seeing all the died foodstuffs he says, "I have not need for the cookware as I have my own that I prefer, but in my kettle just a small amount of these rations would make a delicious meal. If we dare stop long enough to cook a meal."
Gloisil takes an assortment of the dried foods, a couple of pounds worth and packs them carefully in his backpack.
"I can't take any more without slowing myself down too much. It might be best if we all took a bit. If we run into the dwarfish folk, we might want to repay them for what we have taken."
I dont think we should stay here long. The bodies will attract scavengers and since we were unable to get all the goblins they will bring back more, probably in greater numbers.
GM; as we are playing a level 1 game and the kids gloves are on; I want to put out a gentle reminder that you may wish to pick up your arrows and bolts when you have a chance; and I think maybe a thrown dagger if I remember right. My general rule is roll a d6 for each arrow or bolt; 1 or 2 it is broke or unusable; but you can save the arrow head; that is what I have always used unless 3.5; which has a million rule books; has some other rule; lets go by this.
also; on bandaging; I dont remember offhand and cant look it up; if that has any hp return; I have always said anyone can stop bleeding or stabilize someone, but with a sucessful heal roll; you can return some hps. If anyone has the book handy; mabye you can check or we can come up with some boost.
thanks! galen recovers his dagger
gobbies are firing short bows; their workmanship is shoddy; though they can - with the right incentive - make excellent things; they are far to lazy and short lived to bother. The arrows they are firing are not good quality though gobbies are used to their flight characteristecs; you guys are used to stuff that actually flies straight.
so; what are the parties actions?
"Well unless there is another way out of this room that we are in, I suggest that we carefully follow the goblins and head in the direction that they retreated to."
"Tarn an' buggerit!" Sunset pro-fuses as she picks up one of the shovels, walks over and starts moving sand.
"C'mon mates, th' sooner we put at least th' most o' th' Gobbie bits un'er some sand, th' sooner we c'n ske-daddle t' some where's closer t' th' exit." So saying the Elf proceeds to make a shallow depression, enough to start piling Gobbie bits into without bringing more sand and dirt down on top of the party or herself. After a good amount of time and exertion, Sunset rolls up her sleeves and wipes the sweat from her brow.
"See, th' way I figure it, t'will be better th' bits be at least covered a mite. That way things'll take a tad longer t' e attracted by th' wiff o' th' place. Plus it'll give any Gobbies comin' back here somat t' do if'n they want t' poke around in'a sand pit, like." She huffs and wipes at her brow some more.
"We c'n use some o' th' sand t' m'by clean up the doorway, t'boot?" Sunset looks to Mogue,
"Um, Mogey? Could we p'rhaps use th' sand t' be coverin' our tracks in some ways as well?" She looks to her Ranger freind hopefully.
I say we move on after the goblins
Desidera
[spoiler]
though you dont know the house or his status other than him being a noble; you dont recognise the house; being from the Greeks and Romans that fought in the Persian Civil War; you do recognise that he is a Briton; allied to the Persian King and on the same side as your people during that long and bloody conflict, you also know that they are stauch allies of both the Dwarven King at the far north of the Persian Kingdom and they revere elves and came to the aid of the Elven Elphland King when he sent the clarion call to battle the Hordes of Chaos led by two of the Four Horsemen; as your people sent forces to that conflict as well; you have heard many stories of valiant Briton heavy calvary; something Greeks and Romans do not have.
Additionally, you seem to remember rumors from soilders you have treated who talked about Britons; some battle cry to some mystical Lady of Ponds or some such; perhaps some minor elvish princess.
[/spoiler
There was a small frown on the healer's face as she looked at the stores and debated replenishing her stock from the small cache. In the end, she let it be, her explanation being that, "If someone were in dire need of these stores, only to find that what was needed would be gone, I would not wish to bear the possibility that I may have hastened someone's death. We are not in dire need."
Galen was still receiving measured looks from her, Desidera somewhat suspecting that the paladin was concealing the extent of his injuries in favor of the rest of the group. One of her arms hurt due to a bone-deep bruise on her shoulder that she treated gingerly, but it would heal in time. Her equipment gathered and resettled, she spent the remainder of her curiosity on Galen, not having met anyone like him that she could recall meeting, though admittedly, the extent of her knowledge of lore of peoples was slim. Not least of all was his style of armor, though his pauldrons were definitely eye catching. At least she finally figured out more of his heraldry.
Sunset; and anyone helping her; as the healer tends the others wounds; you run out to do this dusty work; but to your chargrin; you begin digging in the sand and begin uncovering some dead; very heavily armored goblins and worgs; part of an armored horse; and some very heavily armored person with armor much better, but in the style of Elsdyn. I am assuming you stop; but up to you; when you discover parts of their bodies; your guess; there was a titanic calvary battle up top here abouts and the cieling caved in.
As you dig from the top; more sand comes in quickly; you could quickly just guide that sand to cover all the dead if you wish; just you and anyone else take a couple balance checks.
Also, as you guys are new to my game; you can never tell what you will find on a gobbie; but if you dont check; you will never know.
"Tarn an' buggerit!" Sunset pro-fuses as she picks up one of the shovels, walks over and starts moving sand.
"C'mon mates, th' sooner we put at least th' most o' th' Gobbie bits un'er some sand, th' sooner we c'n ske-daddle t' some where's closer t' th' exit." So saying the Elf proceeds to make a shallow depression, enough to start piling Gobbie bits into without bringing more sand and dirt down on top of the party or herself. After a good amount of time and exertion, Sunset rolls up her sleeves and wipes the sweat from her brow.
"See, th' way I figure it, t'will be better th' bits be at least covered a mite. That way things'll take a tad longer t' e attracted by th' wiff o' th' place. Plus it'll give any Gobbies comin' back here somat t' do if'n they want t' poke around in'a sand pit, like." She huffs and wipes at her brow some more.
"We c'n use some o' th' sand t' m'by clean up the doorway, t'boot?" Sunset looks to Mogue,
"Um, Mogey? Could we p'rhaps use th' sand t' be coverin' our tracks in some ways as well?" She looks to her Ranger freind hopefully.
Sunset; and anyone helping her; as the healer tends the others wounds; you run out to do this dusty work; but to your chagrin; you begin digging in the sand and begin uncovering some dead; very heavily armored goblins and worgs; part of an armored horse; and some very heavily armored person with armor much better, but in the style of Elsdyn. I am assuming you stop; but up to you; when you discover parts of their bodies; your guess; there was a titanic cavalry battle up top here abouts and the ceiling caved in.
As you dig from the top; more sand comes in quickly; you could quickly just guide that sand to cover all the dead if you wish; just you and anyone else take a couple balance checks.
Also, as you guys are new to my game; you can never tell what you will find on a gobbie; but if you don't check; you will never know.
As Sunset's endeavors uncover more than she'd thought to cover up all the tall brown Elf can do is whisper loudly,
"Oooooo! Treasure!" Her eyes light up at this uncovered mystery.
"C'm 'ere an' have a gander at this, mates!" She calls to the others.
"Now here's a load o' stuff what's lookin' t' be useful!" She begins to sift and sort through the sand/fine dirt, pulling things loose, placing them aside as she casts about for more. At some of the glances forom her companions at her treatment of these newly unburied dead, Sunset grins shyly,
"Hey? Whut c'n I say? I be a sucker fer buried treasure." She blushes, "It's in me nature." *^_^*
Sunset, and anyone helping her, begins to uncover... what is your focus; the warg (about the size of a pony) and goblin rider; or the knight and his armored steed.
ok; got it; just giving other players a chance to catch up.
At the sound of "Treasure", I head right over to help.
Elsdyn strides over to the sand. His normally smiling face turned into a frown. He looks down at the fallen knight, then turns to Sunset.
Though there appear to be tears in his eyes he smiles at her and in an even voice;
"M'lady, I beg thee not to further unearth what resides within this sand. Though I care not for the goblin and its steed, the knights that reside here are my fallen comrades. Twas through only the grace of the Lady and the sacrifice of my knight that I stand before thee now. And though it pains me greatly, I can do nothing for them at this time to bring them a final peace. Tis only then the sand that guards their bodies until I return and give them the proper resting place they have so valiantly earned."
Elsdyn strides over to the sand. His normally smiling face turned into a frown. He looks down at the fallen knight, then turns to Sunset. Though there appear to be tears in his eyes he smiles at her and in an even voice;
"M'lady, I beg thee not to further unearth what resides within this sand. Though I care not for the goblin and its steed, the knights that reside here are my fallen comrades. Twas through only the grace of the Lady and the sacrifice of my knight that I stand before thee now. And though it pains me greatly, I can do nothing for them at this time to bring them a final peace. Tis only then the sand that guards their bodies until I return and give them the proper resting place they have so valiantly earned."
Sunset looks to the man as she stands ankle deep in sand. She listen to his words though her large blue eyes seem to give back the impression of more innocence and vagueness than understanding. When his words end her head tilts slightly as in thought.
"Hmmm, so's you lay yer lot in'a ground once their time neath th' sun be done?" She muses, then shakes her head, "Different folks wi' different strokes, I s'pos." She sighs turning and begins to shovel sand off the Orc and Worg to pile up- back on the rider and his mount. As she huffs and works at her task she talks.
"So's this be where ye fell in't th' place? Yer fortune be truly smilin' t' have given ye such a soft landin." She pauses in her labour and quickly skuffs across the sand to hug Elsdyn,
"Aye an' I di'nt meant t' sound so callous, neither." She sounds sad and honest, "My folk, when they meet an' endin', we take what little time we c'n t' say farewell an' then return 'em 't th' sea. Let nature take back some o' th' things we take from it, so's t' speak." she shakes her head.
"See, even though I be a Bard, there are some things a person o' th' faith c'n say better." She hugs Elsdyn once more and then kicks back through the sand to her work.
"C'me on Bob! Lets see whut this furry feller's got in his pockets!" She calls out encouragingly to the Half-ling, her mood mercurially cheerful again.
Elsdyn i too belive in respecting the dead but i also believe in usiing what we have, perhaps someone can cast a spell to detect the presence of magic and if we find anything useful perhaps we can take it,
Elsdyn I am sure your fellow knights would not begrudge us the use of their equipment if it increased the chance of us surviving and vanquishing the evil in this place, it would be a shame if we failed in our quest because we lacked an item that one of you fallen comrades had, but the decision is yours
Gloisil checks what's left of his wounds to see how severe, but after the healing that he had received it doesn't look too bad.
He then watches Sunset and Bob dig, and then the exchange between Elsdyn, Sunset and Galen. He does not speak and by the look on his face you cannot tell what he is thinking in regards to the fallen knight.
He is still holding his crossbow, ready to use it if necessary, glancing down the big passageway from time to time for signs of any other foes.
In a far away gentle voice as if lost in other thoughts Gloisil replies, "I can cast a spell that will detect magical items if you would like."
your fine; good roleplaying; dont worry about space or time or like that; it changes from player to player during diffent times/themes/threads.
Elsdyn strides over to the sand. His normally smiling face turned into a frown. He looks down at the fallen knight, then turns to Sunset. Though there appear to be tears in his eyes he smiles at her and in an even voice;
"M'lady, I beg thee not to further unearth what resides within this sand. Though I care not for the goblin and its steed, the knights that reside here are my fallen comrades. Twas through only the grace of the Lady and the sacrifice of my knight that I stand before thee now. And though it pains me greatly, I can do nothing for them at this time to bring them a final peace. Tis only then the sand that guards their bodies until I return and give them the proper resting place they have so valiantly earned."
Sunset looks to the man as she stands ankle deep in sand. She listen to his words though her large blue eyes seem to give back the impression of more innocence and vagueness than understanding. When his words end her head tilts slightly as in thought.
"Hmmm, so's you lay yer lot in'a ground once their time neath th' sun be done?" She muses, then shakes her head, "Different folks wi' different strokes, I s'pos." She sighs turning and begins to shovel sand off the Orc and Worg to pile up- back on the rider and his mount. As she huffs and works at her task she talks.
"So's this be where ye fell in't th' place? Yer fortune be truly smilin' t' have given ye such a soft landin." She pauses in her labour and quickly skuffs across the sand to hug Elsdyn,
"Aye an' I di'nt meant t' sound so callous, neither." She sounds sad and honest, "My folk, when they meet an' endin', we take what little time we c'n t' say farewell an' then return 'em 't th' sea. Let nature take back some o' th' things we take from it, so's t' speak." she shakes her head.
"See, even though I be a Bard, there are some things a person o' th' faith c'n say better." She hugs Elsdyn once more and then kicks back through the sand to her work.
"C'me on Bob! Lets see whut this...
keep in mind that those in the room and those digging are a good 200 ft apart; the dig in the great hall and the others in the room down a narrow hall; the main hall continues out of sight...
in the goblins pouches; you find three semi precious stones; 15 silver pieces; some wierd colored powder; and bits of carved bone and twisted braided hair with cheap baubles and other personal bits.
you also find goblin sized medium armor; and a goblin style calvary sabre; a short bow of decent quality; and 5 decent short bow arrows.
the warg is big and scary; even dead; the sand keeps pouring down as you disturb it; what else does the party check besides the goblin?
I take it that the secret door is still open at this time as well and the party is split with half in two differnt areas; what light source if any is in the main hall?
Gloisil follows the others into the great hall and positions himself so that he can both see down the hall and watch the other search in the sand left by the cave in.
Gloisil; please roll to spot rolls to help me determine which way is getting most of your focus.
Gloisil follows the others into the great hall and positions himself so that he can both see down the hall and watch the other search in the sand left by the cave in.
Gloisil starts out with every intention of watching the hallway, but his attention is eventually turned to fully to Sunset & Bob as they dig in the sand, and his own thoughts drifting through his head. Gloisil also hears nothing but the sound shovels and shifting sand, and the conversation of those around him, unless of course there is an elephant running down the grand hallway, trumpeting his arrival.
I would not waste time burying the goblins. If we are not here when they get back, they will waste time looting thier fallen rather than following after us. But by all means take what is usefull.
"C'me on guys! Start throwin' th' other Gobbies in here. I cain't keep shovelin' fer ever!" The brown skinned Elf complains to her companions. "We in't buryin' th' lil' buggers, Mogey, we's tryin' t' do somat t' be hidin' out trail, like."
"Okay, if were going to hide these goblins, then let's get it over with and move on before more show up."
Gloisil puts his crossbow away and begins to assist in moving the goblins towards the pile of sand.
"Someone might want to keep watch in case we have "company"."
How long do you intend to spend doing this; there are nearly 20 goblin bodies...that could take a while.
... Frowning, she sighed in annoyance and looked around at the group again. "Gloisil", she started, an inquisitive tone in her voice, before she trailed off, thinking. "..do you have any thoughts on what happened during the battle?"
"I'm sorry Desidera, I have not studied the powers that are greater then us all. They have not much to do with the arcana that I use to cast my spells, and so I do not have much to do with them, or they me. I do appear to be in their debt after today though, and I'm thankful for their intervention."
OOC Galen is waiting for Elsdyn to reply
Stopping in her efforts to excavate the goblin and its dea wolf mount, Sunset saunters over to the entry way to the parties last redoubt.
"Geeze, we done kil't a heap o' th' lil' buggers." She shakes her head and sighs, "It does look like it'll take some time to move/haul/scrape this lot over t' where th' sand is." She frowns even as her stance shifts from one bare brown foot to another.
"Hmmm, there's such an amount t' learn. I would never o' thunk I'd be needin' a rake or better shovel t' deal with th' afters of a fight, kind o' thing." Sunset looks innocently inquisitive as she mulls over the parties problems, possibly her attitude striking others as odd to sound so calm and almost cheerful in describing the after effects of conflict.
Sunset twists and slides some of the remains onto he shovel. Lifting and hauling said mess over to the mound of sand, depositing the load in hole she'd been scooping out of the shifting mass. Upon her arrival for a second trip she asks, to no one seemingly in particular,
"Um, so? we shiftin' this lot or we movin' along, type o' thing?"
"Sir Galen, it is not the items my comrades bear that concerns me. I think thee speaks truth in their wishes. However, the sand is all that protects them from the canibalistic nature of these foul beasts that inhabit here. Were M'lady to dig up their bodies for such things, I fear we would not be able to hide them back again and their remains would be forever lost to their families and their final peace. This is what most concerns me."
"There is another concern though, that must weigh our decision. This sand is unstable, to dig might cause yet another collapse, on us even and I fear we have little time till those creatures return with a larger force, I think getting far enough away that we cannot so easily be found should serve us much better than anything that might be unearthed here."
He turns back to Sunset.
"M'lady, it is not within the earth that we lay our friends and family who have past, but to sea. For it is only upon the ocean that they may pass through the Lady's mist that guards their final resting place."
"Well if we're not burying the dead then let us be moving on before our 'friends' return."
you are right let us move on!