Dorvarr presses on in an attempt to reinforce the guards at the bonfire. Crying out to Thor he hefts his hammer to bring pain to the miserable creatures.
Seeing the figures by the lumber stacks (Spot check 16), Vlad changes directions and races for them, howling a warcry.
I hope Ragnarr and the others can manage, but that lumber has to get through to Mosfell!
Hrafn is focused on the foe before him, and is not distracted by the shadows moving near the lumber pile. Let them burn it all, the trees should never have been felled.He strikes swiftly, aiming to finish the remaining goblin before any more arrive.
Hrafn's swing slams into the goblin who almost checks the wild man's blow with his shield but the cudgel catches him across the chin. A vicious sound of snapping bone and cartilage follows as the goblin's jaw is shattered. Bloodied, the goblin still stands, albeit with a dazed stagger.
Dorvarr presses on in an attempt to reinforce the guards at the bonfire. Crying out to Thor he hefts his hammer to bring pain to the miserable creatures.
Dorvarr closes across the field towards the circle of goblins. His hammer swing goes wide as the goblin nimbly ducks the short man's wild attack. The guard roars a war cry emboldened by the arrival of allies.
His felled companion continues to wheeze and gasp for air on the ground as his blood seaps into the soil. Alas nothing can be done for the third guard you can see now plainly as the wretch lies cleaved on the ground.
Goblin turn
The last of the charging goblins lunges at Hrafn in a wild desparate flail.
His dazed stupor from Hrafn's blow renders his aim ineffective as the goblin fails to strike his opponent.
Western Flank
By the west bonfire, the goblin band closes in on the last standing guard while three break off against Dorvarr the newcomer.
The first goblin lunges with his spear and by luck his point drives through the cleric's scale mail but does not bite deeply. The second goblin falls far wide of the mark. While the third his movement crowded misses as well.
The last standing guard darts to and fro nimbly dodging the spear thrusts of the verminous goblins but a last lunge catches him ripping into his side. The man screams in pain but remains on his feet even if nearly completely weakened by his wounds. He swings his sword in a wild arc cleanly driving his blade through his assailant's chest ripping out through the creature's back. He has no time to exult though as the enraged goblins press about him and the others continue their attack against Dorvarr.
As the last goblin's rage is focused on Hrafn, Ragnarr hefting his axe swings cleanly loping of the head of the creature.
Seeing the figures by the lumber stacks (Spot check 16), Vlad changes directions and races for them, howling a warcry.
I hope Ragnarr and the others can manage, but that lumber has to get through to Mosfell!
Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Vladimir espying the shadowy figures rushes towards the lumber stacks. As he howls his war cry one of the two figures (clearly more goblins) turns to look, dropping his flask in alarm as he readies for the onslaught. The young knight bats away his opponent's parry and his sword cleaves into the goblin throwing the creature back. He slumps against the lumber pile and gradually drops sitting on the ground staring emptily.
A thick smell of oil wafts from where the goblin had dropped the flask. His companion growls in fury.The two guards from the watchtower seeing the battle finished in the perimiter rush to aid Dorvarr and the western flank (will arrive in 1 more round)
Dorvarr's hammer sings out as he lashes into one of the miserable creatures. "May Thor keep us in these trying times!"
Vlad lunges forwards and swings a vicious overhead blow down at the creature's neck, emboldened by his first kill.
Attack roll 24.
Dorvarr's hammer sings out as he lashes into one of the miserable creatures. "May Thor keep us in these trying times!"
Dorvarr's strong blow catches one of the goblins on him square in the chest sending the creature falling lifeless into the bonfire behind him. The guard emits a hoarse cheer.
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Ragnarr charges at the nearest goblin that presently threatens Dorvarr, unleashing again his unsettling bestial whine as he closes the distance with his foes. The man-beast's bloodied axe cleaves yet another of the diminutive humanoids in two, showering his companion in blood and guts...
Vlad lunges forwards and swings a vicious overhead blow down at the creature's neck, emboldened by his first kill.
Seeing that Ragnarr has leaped to help Dorvarr, Hrafn in turn moves to attack Vlad's foes. He strikes hard at the goblin in a high over-head stroke.
The strike swings wide, a distraction but the goblin is unhurt.
As soon as the goblins are cleared out (or at least not right next to me), Dorvarr leans over the wounded guard, attempting to staunch his wounds.
Vlad lunges forwards and swings a vicious overhead blow down at the creature's neck, emboldened by his first kill.
Seeing that Ragnarr has leaped to help Dorvarr, Hrafn in turn moves to attack Vlad's foes. He strikes hard at the goblin in a high over-head stroke.
The strike swings wide, a distraction but the goblin is unhurt.
Hrafn rushes to the lumber stacks to aid Vladimir. The pungent smell of oil wafts from the soil near the felled goblin. Hrafn's blow misses and the goblin yelps in fear. Shouting, "Big One! Help me!" he turns to flee (withdraw as a full action) down the aisles of the lumber stacks.
Hrafn rushes to the lumber stacks to aid Vladimir. The pungent smell of oil wafts from the soil near the felled goblin. Hrafn's blow misses and the goblin yelps in fear. Shouting, "Big One! Help me!" he turns to flee (withdraw as a full action) down the aisles of the lumber stacks.
In that case, Vlad charges the withdrawing goblin as soon as he gets a chance.
Western flank
As Dorvarr fells one of his opponents the two remaining goblins lash out with ferocity.
Dorvarr ducks the first thrust but the second catches him tearing a deep gash along his side.
The two goblins on the guard weave and lunge but their blows are warded by the guard's agile movement.
Ragnarr charges at the nearest goblin that presently threatens Dorvarr, unleashing again his unsettling bestial whine as he closes the distance with his foes. The man-beast's bloodied axe cleaves yet another of the diminutive humanoids in two, showering his companion in blood and guts...
Attack: 15 + 4 (STR/BAB) + 2 charge = 21 (I'm on a roll!!!); Damage: 9 + 4 = 13.
Ragnarr dispatches one of the two goblins engaged with Dorvarr. With the appearance of another warrior the goblins visibly quail in fear.
In that case, Vlad charges the withdrawing goblin as soon as he gets a chance.Hrafn rushes to the lumber stacks to aid Vladimir. The pungent smell of oil wafts from the soil near the felled goblin. Hrafn's blow misses and the goblin yelps in fear. Shouting, "Big One! Help me!" he turns to flee (withdraw as a full action) down the aisles of the lumber stacks.
The young knight charges after the fleeing goblin down the muddy alley of the lumber stacks. With a burst of speed your sword comes swinging down on the back of the cowardly creature nearly splitting him in twain. A brief pathetic cry and the goblin slams into the logs in a heap.
Vladimir
Top of Rnd 4. The two guards from the watchtower now arrive to assist the western flank.
Init
Hrafn 19
Dorvarr 17
Goblins 9
Ragnarr 7
Vladimir 5
Guards 5
The young knight charges after the fleeing goblin down the muddy alley of the lumber stacks. With a burst of speed your sword comes swinging down on the back of the cowardly creature nearly splitting him in twain. A brief pathetic cry and the goblin slams into the logs in a heap.
Remembering that black-hearted Svein is near the lumber stacks, Hrafn hastens to follow Vlad. Even the bravest knight can be slain by a knife in the back.
Overhead black wings flutter and watchful eyes peer into the shadows.
Cursing the foul goblins for the scum they are, Dorvarr swings his hammer again, Thor guiding his aim.
"Thor be praised, the dead pile high today!"
Remembering that black-hearted Svein is near the lumber stacks, Hrafn hastens to follow Vlad. Even the bravest knight can be slain by a knife in the back.Overhead black wings flutter and watchful eyes peer into the shadows.
Hrafn moves down the narrow alleys of the lumber piles coming up behind Vladimir.
HrafnVladimir
Cursing the foul goblins for the scum they are, Dorvarr swings his hammer again, Thor guiding his aim.
"Thor be praised, the dead pile high today!"
With Thor's guidance your hammer slams into the goblin facing you and caves in the creature's skull.
One of the far goblins shouts something in their black tongue and though the remaining goblins are showing signs of nervousness they hold their position.Anyone who speaks goblin
The goblin that barked his command to the others lunges with surprising speed and his spear end catches the last standing guard. The spear thrusts deep into his abdomen and he falls to the ground unconscious with a cry.
The other two gulping their fear advance upon Ragnarr and Dorvarr.
The first creature's thrust is wide of the mark yet the second howling in frenzy strikes the half-orc a solid blow piercing his shoulder.
The two guards from the watchtower close in, swinging their swords. Guard 1 rushes to help Ragnarr, the other Dorvarr. (both flank)
Guard 1 atk 3+2+2=5
Guard 2 atk 13+2+2=17 dam=2
The second guard strikes a glancing blow on the goblin engaged with Dorvarr. The other's swing misses as the creature quickly ducks.
Status on the field:
Western flank
Only three goblins remain in the pitched melee at the bonfire. Ragnarr and Dorvarr continue to fight and are now aided by the two guards from the watchtower. Two of the original guards lie bleeding and unconcious.
Barracks
The roof is quickly burning and Bjalfi and Olaf have gotten most out and are trying to regroup the men for an attack on the goblin archers in the forest.
Lumber Stacks
Hrafn and Vladimir have dissapeared running into the narrow alleys of the lumber piles. A goblin corpse lies visible out in the open by the first pile.
Ragnarr howls as he is struck again but continues to fight his assailants like a mad dog in chains. Pain and fear seem to be taking hold in his eyes as the two blows he has taken in this battle have weakened him significantly... an inner demon seems on the verge of breaking free, but somehow, Ragnarr does not unleash it... he spins in place, slightly off balance, while making a backswing at his foe with his mighty awe. "Thor help me," growls the man-beast...
Ragnarr howls as he is struck again but continues to fight his assailants like a mad dog in chains. Pain and fear seem to be taking hold in his eyes as the two blows he has taken in this battle have weakened him significantly... an inner demon seems on the verge of breaking free, but somehow, Ragnarr does not unleash it... he spins in place, slightly off balance, while making a backswing at his foe with his mighty awe. "Thor help me," growls the man-beast...
As Ragnarr's fury grows the power of his swings though strong are a tad reckless and the goblin raises his shield in time to ward the blow.
Remaining init: Vladimir
Vlad, filled with the heady bloodlust of youth, begins stalking down the aisles between the lumber stacks, searching for the source of the voice he had heard.
"SVEIN! COME OUT AND FIGHT, YOU COWARD!" He roars, beating his blade against his shield in order to make himself found.
"BETRAY YOUR PEOPLE TO GOBLINS, WOULD YOU? COME OUT!"
Vlad, filled with the heady bloodlust of youth, begins stalking down the aisles between the lumber stacks, searching for the source of the voice he had heard.
"SVEIN! COME OUT AND FIGHT, YOU COWARD!" He roars, beating his blade against his shield in order to make himself found.
"BETRAY YOUR PEOPLE TO GOBLINS, WOULD YOU? COME OUT!"
Vlad and Hrafn
Within the cramped aisles of the lumberstacks the din of battle recedes.
"The dog has quite the bark but does it have any teeth?" A jesting heavy voice calls back. "Now you seem like a reasonable man. Why don't we talk this through. If you've fought you're way here well I can always a man whose good with his blade. I'll come out say what I've got to say. If you still want to die that's your choice." The voice shouts back.
Otherwise Top of Rnd
Western Flank - same status, three goblins remain, two original guards unconcious, two new guards have joined to aid you in previous rnd
"Ragnarr, m'lad, let Thor's anger fill you and wipe these vermin away with the strength of your arm! Let none of the scum live!"
Vlad, filled with the heady bloodlust of youth, begins stalking down the aisles between the lumber stacks, searching for the source of the voice he had heard.
"SVEIN! COME OUT AND FIGHT, YOU COWARD!" He roars, beating his blade against his shield in order to make himself found.
"BETRAY YOUR PEOPLE TO GOBLINS, WOULD YOU? COME OUT!"
Vlad and Hrafn
** spoiler omitted **
Hrafn leans close to Vlad and whispers, "He sounds overconfident, lets keep him that way. You call him out and I'll stay back and try to surprise him."
With that Hrafn moves round the corner of a lumber stack, relying on his keen ears to alert him when Vlad needs help.
Vlad and Hrafn
"Ragnarr, m'lad, let Thor's anger fill you and wipe these vermin away with the strength of your arm! Let none of the scum live!"
Your footing goes off as the soil is slick with human and goblin blood making your swing go wide.
The one goblin on Dorvarr fares no better as he too nearly slips on the blood-soaked ground.
The second goblin jabs his spear at Ragnarr but the barbarian easily sidesteps the blow.
The goblin leader swipes his sword at one of the newly arrived guards but his swing is too wild and the guard evades the swing.
[ooc] Some pretty sweet rolls..
Vlad nods curtly, blows his goblin-blood-stained hair back from his face, and advances around the corner of the lumber stack grimly, sword and shield kept ready.
"You want to talk, Svein? Then come out."
Hrafn edges by a corner of the lumber pile in the shadows cudgel in hand.
The two of you hear a pair of footsteps and from around a corner forty feet a man appears. He is a large brutish figure with sword in hand. He stands for a moment eying Vladimir with a cold stare.
You can see the man is clad in worn chain shirt emblazoned with the Pale Horse of Brattahlid upon his chest.(Halfdeane's symbol) A few silver arm rings adorn his muscular arms. His head is shaved but he sports a dark forked beard. In a gravelly voice Svein speaks, "I'll offer you a chance, pup. Halfdeane's days are numbered and King Sihtric pays very well. I'm sure he'll reward you for making sure Halfdeane doesn't get his ships back that he lost in Krakenvik. So what'll it be?"
The silence is broken by Byr's sharp cries overhead.
Hrafn
Hrafn edges around the corner of a lumber stack withdrawing to the shadows cudgel in hand.
You two hear a pair of footsteps and a man appears forty feet away emerging from a side aisle. He is a large brutish figure clad in a worn suit of chain emblazoned with the pale horse (Halfdean's symbol) upon his chest. Svein's muscular arms are adorned with a few silver arm rings. His head is shaven but he sports a black forked beard. A hefty broadsword in hand, he stops eying Vladimir with a cold stare.
In a gravelly voice he speaks, "I'll give you a chance, pup. Halfdeane's days are numbered and King Sihtric pays very well. I am sure you'd be rewarded for helping make sure Halfdeane doesn't get his ships back that he lost in Krakenvik. So you wanna be a hero or get rich?"
The silence is broken by Byr's sharp cries overhead.
Hrafn
Deftly slipping in the gore at his feet, Dorvarr recovers from the flailing blows cascading around him and swings with his hammer, yet again!
I think I hate these goblins...
In a gravelly voice he speaks, "I'll give you a chance, pup. Halfdeane's days are numbered and King Sihtric pays very well. I am sure you'd be rewarded for helping make sure Halfdeane doesn't get his ships back that he lost in Krakenvik. So you wanna be a hero or get rich?"
The silence is broken by Byr's sharp cries overhead.
Hrafn looks up, hearing stealthy goblin-feet on the wood-pile. No reason to expect honour from a proven traitor. Don't much care for either Halfdeane or Sihtric, but siding with goblins is just wrong.
Hrafn tightens his grip on his cudgel, ready to protect Vlad's back against the knives of goblins.
"Ragnarr, m'lad, let Thor's anger fill you and wipe these vermin away with the strength of your arm! Let none of the scum live!"
Dorvarr's words of encouragement and his invocation of the thunder god's name grant Ragnarr a second wind. As the man-beast dodges a goblin spear thrust, he retaliates with a weak overhead swing that nevertheless strikes the creature square in the torso...
Dorvarr's words of encouragement and his invocation of the thunder god's name grant Ragnarr a second wind. As the man-beast dodges a goblin spear thrust, he retaliates with a weak overhead swing that nevertheless strikes the creature square in the torso...
As the goblin warrior is struck a slight gurgling cry issues from his lips and he then crumples down onto the ground.
Bjalfi's guards flank the second goblin and though the first guard's axe swing is nimbly evaded the other catches the creature across the legs and fells the raider.
Deftly slipping in the gore at his feet, Dorvarr recovers from the flailing blows cascading around him and swings with his hammer, yet again!
I think I hate these goblins...
The last goblin is hemmed in and the creature maddeningly screams obsecenties in his harsh goblin tongue. With the guidance of Thor and a large does of wrath you just catch the fleet goblin as your hammer strikes the side of his head. The goblin is sent reeling back and falls into the fire a bloody ruin.
The battle seems to stop for a moment as you stand over your slain enemies catching your breath. There are no further signs of goblins across the western flank. To the north the barracks are consumed by flame and a barrage of arrows continue to rain. Bjalfi and Olaf have herded the survivors behind cover and you can see the hulking figure of Bjalfi barking orders to his men. Last you saw, Vladimir and Hrafn had dissapeared into the maze of lumber stacks.
"I'll give you a chance, pup. Halfdeane's days are numbered and King Sihtric pays very well. I am sure you'd be rewarded for helping make sure Halfdeane doesn't get his ships back that he lost in Krakenvik. So you wanna be a hero or get rich?"
Vlad stands his ground against the big man, fingering the now-worn grip of his longsword, and considers the man's words. His gaze is downcast, his sweaty hair hanging beside his head, before he looks up and makes eye contact with Svein, a hesitant smile on his face.
"Can't I do both?"
"Ragnarr, lad, let's go find the others, they might be in trouble. I fear the fighting may not be at it's end."
Dorvarr makes his way slowly to the log stacks, making sure other parts of the camp aren't still engulfed with flames or overrun with goblins...
Vlad stands his ground against the big man, fingering the now-worn grip of his longsword, and considers the man's words. His gaze is downcast, his sweaty hair hanging beside his head, before he looks up and makes eye contact with Svein, a hesitant smile on his face.
"Can't I do both?"
Svein eyes you uncertainly for a moment and then his face twists into a snarl. "Not bloody likely... NOW!" As Svein shouts, his sword uplifted, a goblin springs up into sight atop the lumber pile to your right with spear drawn and ready...
Surpise Round Initiative
Goblin 20
Hrafn 16
The goblin hurls the spear downwards striking Vladimir in the back and biting deep into his flesh.
Regular Initiatve (following round)
Goblin 20
Vladimir 19
Hrafn 16
Svein 13
"Ragnarr, lad, let's go find the others, they might be in trouble. I fear the fighting may not be at it's end."
Dorvarr makes his way slowly to the log stacks, making sure other parts of the camp aren't still engulfed with flames or overrun with goblins...
The camp seems to be holding for the moment. The roof of the barracks is raging fire but looks like Bjalfi got his men out in time. Bjalfi's men are regrouping under cover near the northern end. Some men are rushing around looking like they are taking a circuitous route to the forests where the goblin archers remain hidden. You've dispatched the goblin band that penetrated from the west and there seems to be no futher signs of attack from that side.
Svein eyes you uncertainly for a moment and then his face twists into a snarl. "Not bloody likely... NOW!" As Svein shouts, his sword uplifted, a goblin springs up into sight atop the lumber pile to your right with spear drawn and ready...The goblin hurls the spear downwards striking Vladimir in the back and biting deep into his flesh.
Hrafn curses as he realises that he has been too slow to protect Vlad. Hoping that the goblin has no further missile, he chooses to charge the black-hearted Svein.
"For the forest!"
Stunned and hurt, Vlad's fingers slip slightly on his sword, and he stumbles from the goblin's blow.
Assuming the shouts and sounds of combat reach his ears, Dorvarr makes his way toward the log stacks with what haste his stout frame allows.
Svein eyes you uncertainly for a moment and then his face twists into a snarl. "Not bloody likely... NOW!" As Svein shouts, his sword uplifted, a goblin springs up into sight atop the lumber pile to your right with spear drawn and ready...The goblin hurls the spear downwards striking Vladimir in the back and biting deep into his flesh.
Hrafn curses as he realises that he has been too slow to protect Vlad. Hoping that the goblin has no further missile, he chooses to charge the black-hearted Svein.
"For the forest!"
Hrafn springs from the shadows and with a mighty swing brings his cudgel down but at the last second Svein sidesteps the blow and the club slams into the lumber pile.