Mizzug double moves to get closer to the archer, passing Raz.
Raz and Mizzug now have a house between themselves and the archer. At least for now.
Blue sees himself outnumbered, but then luckily for him, almost all his enemies disappear. Out of sight, out of mind, after all. Now he can focus on his new dinner that just so graciously moved next to him.
Turning his attention to Toot, he cuts another slice along his flank, this time doing more damage this his now dead compatriot.
Green and Red, however, are stuck....still.
Struggling futilely, they both remain trapped for another round.
Cursing in goblin about "stupid spells and their stupidness", the mounted goblin turns his attention to the only threat it can see clearly, Toot. He draws another arrow and fires....
...and adds another thin line of red to Toot's hide as his arrow strikes him and whizzes past. The goblin jumps up and down in its saddle with glee, patting the "dog" on the side of the neck and pointing at Toot in excitement.
Not having any new commands and still seeing his target alive, the dog moves in to bite again.
Getting its teeth into the goblin's leg, the dog manages to tear out a rather sizable chunk of goblin flesh as the little monster screams in pain.
Keeping low, gripping the mace tightly, the man runs off to the north, meeting with Raz and Mizzug as they begin to move around the house to get to the mounted goblin.
The sounds of battle continue to echo around you from the other streets in the town. However, anyone who takes the time to notice, begins to hear that they are waning. For good or ill, the battle with the goblins seems like it may be coming to a close.
Bumbo retreats down behind Aventail, hunkering down as he attempts to use his ability to help out Toot. He focuses on the link between them and gasps as he takes on Toot's pain, but heals the proud pig in the process.
Toot snorts as he feels the healing energies, and attempts to trample the stubborn goblin before him.
Raz moves forward slipping between the buildings moving to flank his foe. He stops for a moment at the corner, testing the grip on the ax in his right hand and fire dances across the fingers of his left.
Facing down a goblin approaching fast, Loth thanks his lucky stars as Dol's fog envelops him and the goblin loses focus.
He then makes his way to the eastern edge of the fog, with the noises of complaining goblins as his guide. Lurking in the edge, he takes aim and fires!
@Bumbo: First hit did indeed take him down.Good news is the second hoof completely killed him.
This one seems to be almost over. Will our heroes survive unscathed? Will a last minute rally from the goblins lead to PC death? Found out next time!
Moving along the house, the woman begins to move at a more staggered pace. Huffing and puffing with each step.
"Razkiv....I....need nap..." grunts the woman. The fight obviously taking it's toll on her. "So....many....to kill"
Razkiv looks up to the large woman and quietly says, "For now, you and I are a tribe, trust me together we can see this through."
Aventail yet holds her position, seeming ready to charge the moment the vines disappear or the goblins emerge...
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
It's hard to think of new flavor text for them continuing to try and get out of the entangle. So, what do you guys think of this flavor text? Vanilla, chili powder, beef bouillon.
So, after a brief ray of hope, failure. Both goblins manage to get out of the entanglment, the grease coating them to the point where they are able to wriggle free.
The green goblin then crawls away on all fours, but is unable to escape the grasping plants and is once again entangled (and still considered prone).
The red goblin tries to run away, but slips on the grease and falls. He is now prone, and spent his move action trying to move. So he stays there and is entangled once again. And still in the grease.
Alright, seeming not to notice Raz, Mizzug, and "The Fop", this little bugger continues to happily shoot at Toot.
And a strong hit on Toot sees an arrow sinking into his upper leg, dealing 3 points of damage and once again sending the little goblin psychopath capering in glee (as much as you can caper while mounted).
It's enemies dead, a small field of strange smelling plants in its way, the dog looks around and tries to move towards Bumbo. He eventually finds you in the mist.
Still in a crouch, he moves up behind Mizzug and Raz and whispers loudly. What's the plan? Count of three and rush him?
.
.
.
Not a very eventful round as the combat winds down. Another goblin gone, some more damage to Toot. Mizzug is sleepy. Let's see what happens next.....
|
"Toot! Get into the mist to get cover from that archer. My healing is almost used up and I need to reserve it for when the party is back together.
I'm going to head north. There was a building there that should give me some cover. If any goblins get out that way, I'll be able to let you know."
Dol double moves to the north side of the fountain.
Raz steps around the corner the fire on his fingertips growing to a roil and he brings up his open hand and the flames leap at the mount.
Toot snorts and pain and then lets out a very un-piglike growl. The big swine sniffs slightly at Dol's suggestion, but also feels his essence beginning to wane. Grumbling, the pig stumps back up into the fog to quite literally lick his wounds.
Bumbo's eyes widen in surprise at the retreat, having rarely ever seen Toot do anything but charge in with fury. True, they'd never fought anything larger than a young bear...perhaps the pig was mortal after all.
Bumbo pats the doggy on the head, and tries to look at Toot's wounds, only to have the large pig growl and turn away.
Foolish, proud beast...
With a slight nod to her companion, Mizzug steps out from behind the building and stumbles towards the mounted archer. Dragging her massive weapon along the ground behind her, she flashes a toothy grin at the goblin.
"Mes gun eat ya."
A fatigued character can neither run nor charge and takes a –2 penalty to Strength and Dexterity. Doing anything that would normally cause fatigue causes the fatigued character to become exhausted. After 8 hours of complete rest, fatigued characters are no longer fatigued.
Loth turns his head to behind him. Though he can't see anyone, he hears his companions behind him.
"One of them is moving to the north. One's approaching, but I'll try to take it down from here! He moves his head towards where he heard Dol from. "Careful! One of them is coming your way!"
After this, he turns his attention back to the goblins in the ivy and aims for the closest one.
Aventail stays as a guardian of unmovable resolve.
Green goblin fights against the vines, taking a precious few seconds to break free. And is unable to move this turn, again, and is entangled... again.
Red goblin takes an arrow to the side, adding to his blood on the ground. He also struggles against the vines but is unable to break free.
The mounted goblin watches the fire whizz past with rapt fascination, following it until it hits the street and peters out. He then turns his head to figure out where it came from, and if any more is coming, and surprise! There is Mizzug. Tired, bloodied, but still very dangerous looking.
Seeing Mizzug move up into his personal bubble displeases the goblin rider. Especially since it is now more difficult for him to shoot at her. So he tries to ride away, hoping to steer the dog away from her blade so he can take a clean shot.
Not really understanding the corner he's backing himself into, he rides over to a narrow space between the entanglment and one of the houses. He sights on Mizzug and shoots her for a whooping 2 points of damage.
It licks Bumbo's hand and growls at Toot when Toot growls at Bumbo.
Gripping his mace tightly, he dashes forward into combat. Trying hard to position himself so that the goblin can't just ride away.
Raz follows after the Mounted Goblin, coming short of being able to engage him, he rases his left hand and another bolt of fire flies at the mount.
Once more, with feeling... Loth thinks to himself as he pulls his bowstring again, firing one more arrow.
The shot connects, and Loth breathes a sigh of relief. "Goblin down. We should get moving!"
He then moves towards Dol on top of the stairs.
Flinching, Mizzug sighs. "Coward!"
Pressing after the foe, she considers her massive maul as she can feel her teeth beginning to shrink in her mouth. Shrugging, she heaves the weapon over he head and brings it down for the foe.
"You...Stops NA-*Yawn*-Owww."
Hearing Dol's call, Bumbo and Toot both break out the fog and rush towards the fray. Bumbo turns to his new friend. C'mon boy, stay close now. Time to finish this and get you back to your home!
Aventail moves a little closer to the tangled goblin, her glaive-guisarme held tight in her metallic grasp.
"Let us try to capture, rather than kill them!" she shouts to her companions.
@Dol: I honestly don't remember where he was in the mist. Either way, he hit. So if I messed up, it was in your guys favor and thus I'm not likely to mess with it.
@Loth: Make sure you mention which target your attacking. I'm assuming the red one since that was your target last time and took it off the map.
@Bumbo: Don't forget that Toot is now entangled as he ended his turn in the vines.
@Aventail: Moved.
A lot of build up to this round as people got into position, but a good round for you guys. One more goblin down, another severely hurt, the mounted one trapped up against the entanglement. Let's see how this goes.
The only remaining goblin no longer needs to move out of the vines as he has a target in front of him. But he does try to break his sword arm free to get in a good swing.
Unable to do so, he swings away at Toot regardless.
Narrowly missing the big pig in front of him, the goblin at least looks satisfied to have an actual target now.
Now surrounded by foes, this goblin leader drops his bow and unsheathes his blade to take a swing at Mizzug (the one that took a swing at him).
His swing goes wide and he grunts and swears in frustration. Oddly, however, despite being surrounded, he doesn't seem overly concerned.
The pooch follows Bumbo out of the mist.
Finally armed, healed, and able to do so, "The Fop" attacks the mounted goblin's dog.
Making good contact, he manages to do some damage even as the mounted goblin tries to steer his goblin dog out of the way of the blow.
Heaving the suddenly much heavier weapon over her head, she swings it halfhazardly into the ground with a *THUD*.
"You's *YAWN* Nots *YAWN* Gunna live!"
Toot grunts as he struggles through the vines, intent upon finishing off the goblin within the unnatural foliage. Alas, the binding vines keep any of his attacks from making contact.
Bumbo, injured as he is, has no desire to dart into the fray at Toot's side. He stays outside of the area and cuts his hand across in a sweeping motion as he utters his arcane words. Kai-bosh!
The druid leans down and touches the earth, "Thank you green mother."
The vines and plants return to normal, he then moves to further challenge the Rider the grip on his ax tight in his right hand.
After deciding the goblin in grease is a threat no more, Loth further and attempts to offer support to his fellows fighting the mounted goblin.
As soon as the verdant obstruction recedes Aventail presses forward to the edge of the slimy field, battering at the goblin with the haft of her weapon to knock it down and out...
Move Action Move 10’ to the East.
Standard Action: Attack, non-lethal, reach.
[+3 Str, +1 BAB, -4 non-lethal]
@Aventail: You did want to keep one alive. Do you really want to risk killing the red one? Non-lethal damage in excess of current hit points becomes lethal damage, which would destabilize him.
@Bumbo: Make sure you're telling me which enemy you're targeting with your spells.
@Raz: You are correct, they are prone. Which means........
Two of Toots attacks hit. His first bite going in and knocking the goblin senseless. Expecting the goblin to try and dodge (not realizing that it was rendered unconscious), Toot's first hoof strike misses its target. But the second one finds contact and deals further damage. Then Dol moves in a finishes the poor beast off
Feeling relatively safe from the yawning woman who can barely heft her weapon, the mounted goblin turns his hateful eyes on Raz, an unconditional hatred burning from his gaze.
But clearly Raz belies his stout stature with a nimble move that boogles the mind so much I can't even describe it here for fear of causing you all to suffer from chronic migraines from how amazing this move was.
It moves up to the edge of the fountain platform and begins barking at the other goblin, still staying next to Bumbo.
Making a quick calculation, "The Fop" tries a risky move to get around the other side of the goblin rider.
Moving swiftly and evasively, he fails to avoid drawing an attack from the goblin.
&
Trading blows, "The Fop" manages to come out on top of this and knocks the goblin rider completely out and off his mount. Seeing its chance, the goblin dog bolts, you guys take it down..... COMBAT OVER!!!
Congrats guys. You did it!
535 exp. added to the campaign total. Less than 400 away from leveling up.
As this fight comes to an end, you all (except Aventail, of course) breath heavily as the blood pumps through you. You don't often get such periods of high adrenaline, but it is also not new to most of you. The sounds of fighting seem to be finished all over town, and down some of the streets you see people carrying wounded (presumably) towards the cathedral, and others moving about with buckets of water trying to put out the numerous small fires started by the goblins.
"The Fop" grins wearily as he moves towards Aventail to return the mace. "Thank you, my friends. My name is Alderan Foxglove. And I hope I may call you all friends now. I thought it was just a matter of time, until you all came along and saved me. Please, call upon me at the Rusty Dragon. I have a room there, and would like to reward you for your efforts. As I'm sure the town will for the number of lives you've saved by killing all these beasts. Until then, good luck and gods bless you all."
He moves off towards the Dragon, flexing his arm as he goes as though it still pains him.
The dog, now quiet, sniffs around before coming back to Bumbo, nudging his hands for pets and trying to avoid Toots.
Aventail nods rather mechanically as Alderan returns her weapon. She walks to her discarded halberd and stows it at her back before rejoining her companions.
Raz reaches into his pouch for a handful of berries, he closes his hands over them, closing hes eyes and whispering to awaken the spirit of the fruit. He looks into his hand eating a few of the berries. Leaving behind pristine Goodberries.
"Mizzug, have a berry, it will help a bit" he will go and give a berry to each to the dwarf, gnome and pig.
Wiping her weapon on her pant leg, Mizzug nods to Razkiv. "Tanks"
With a *THUMP* she plops down in the dirt and begins to noisily munch on the berry.
|
|
Now that things are more settled, let's do a more thorough examination of the bodies to see if there are any clues about how they got past the walls.
Dol will start moving about the bodies, stripping them of weapons and armor, turning out their pockets, etc.
Once everything have been collected, he will gather everyone together for some healing.
"Father of Forges, we thank you for the strength you lent to our weapons and armor, and the knowledge given to the craftsmen who forged them. Through your blessings, this community was kept whole through this ordeal."
Razkiv stops last at Dol, "I only know of Goblins what my uncles told me growing up, but this behavior seems odd. I think something bigger is going on here. I do not believe that it was chance that brought us together." He looks back at the motley group.
|
|
"Chance? Perhaps, perhaps not. If Desna looks after the town, the two often look the same."
Following Razvik's gaze he considers the group as a whole.
Raising his voice to include everyone, he says "I take your point, Razvik, and I agree. Friends, we don't know yet what is taking place in Sandpoint, but it appears that we work well together.
In the fires of hostility we were smelted down and forged into something greater. A shield, perhaps? Maybe a weapon. Many things remain to be seen.
One thing, though, is abundantly clear." Dol pauses for dramatic effect, "I need to go back to the inn to gather may armor.", he finishes with a smile.
Opening her eyes as Dol speaks, Mizzug nods. "They's little game. Jess warmup mayhaps? Needs ta fight bigguns fer gory."
"Tanks fer blessuns and yea...armor be gud. Dun go no-where's without."
"You speak true, I left without my shield today. It will take many calm days before I do that again."
"Lets all take some time to gather anything left behind and then meet with Foxglove to see about this reward"
Bumbo laughs in spite of the situation, and claps Dol on the back...as high as he can reach, that is. Did just fine even without the armor, now didn't you. The gnome humbly offers his thanks for the healing - berries and divine energies alike.
Toot nods at Mizzug and stays close to the barbarian, seeming to feel that she had the best chance at finding more action. Though he had taken some hits, the challenge of being damaged seemed to spur the pig on and want even more.
Bumbo nods to Razkiv. Indeed, and see who we can help in this madness. Shall we maybe stick to small groups of two and head out into the town to see who may need some more help?
Almost as an afterthought, Bumbo turns to the dog and pats his thigh. C'mon boy; let's see if we can find your caretaker.
Loth nods at the dwarves' discussion. "I've not been one for fights in my life so far, and I'm glad this baptism of fire was in good company, for what little silver lining that offers to this disaster. Thank you for that"
He looks around at the town, this peaceful (mostly) welcoming town, torn apart by this awful attack. The whole thing has left him rather sad, now that the adrenaline of combat has died down.
"A town like Sandpoint is rare, I think. I've gotten the impression that this town is a haven that welcomes all, and offers them a chance for happiness. No prejudice or judgment of the past. To me, it's important that places like these are cherished."
Loth stays quiet for a little bit and then nods. "My plans were to return home after the festival, but I think I'll stay a while longer. My combat prowess may not be great, but I want to do what I can to protect this town."
He nods at Bumbo's suggestion and offers to head up to the cathedral with someone. "Odds are there'll be enough to do there, considering the activity there when the attack started."
Bumbo breaks the somber mood with a grin and a whoop. And the town's better for it, Loth! Ya' did just fine in my mind, even Toot was proud, though he'd never admit it. Toot lets out a timely bit of flatulence. I'm sure not going anywhere, friend. Lets work on getting these fine people back to feeling safe again after this mess.
About the goblins: Each had a set of small sized, smelly leather armor. Poorly made and even more poorly maintained. Each had a dog slicer (basically a small sized short sword with the fragile condition). The mounted goblin also had a short bow (with 10 arrows left), and a MW Dogslicer. Also a
As to how they got past the walls...simple enough. The town isn't walled in. There is some wall on the north end of town where the road comes in, but Sandpoint relys on the river that runs down one side and then curves into the water to protect the east and south, and the cliffs to protect the west. Mixed with the fact that they've never been attacked like this as well. So you are correct in that this is unusual behavior for goblins.
As you all split up into town, you notice that the people are seemingly shell shocked by the suddeness of the attack. There are surprisingly few casualties, but a great deal of injuries. Many buildings have suffered fire damage, but none have been destroyed. Some parts of town were completely unaffected. It becomes apparent to you as you see more of the town, that this was a raid. But that leads to the question, "What was the purpose of the raid?"
Armor and shields are gathered, wounds are healed. The cathedral is packed with people who need medical help. Father Zantus has called upon every able bodied person who has even the most basic of medical knowledge to gather here and treat wounds.
Mayor Devrin can be seen near the town hall, outside, talking with Sheriff Hemlock and other town leaders.
As Bumbo makes his way through town, he hears a small voice calling out. Petals!! Petaaaaalls!! At this sound, the dogs ears perk up and he looks towards the sound, then over at Bumbo. The dog begins barking, which draws a young human boy and (presumably) his mother. The boy runs up to the dog and throws his arms around her as the mother breathes a heavy sigh of relief. She looks at Bumbo (and anyone else who's with him) and says with tears in her eyes, Oh, thank you. Thank you so much. Poor Petals got hurt. Aeren insisted he saw her at the square before we ran, but I prayed he was wrong. I don't know who you are, but thank you. My name is Amele Barrett. This is Aeren. Thank you so much.
If any of you seek out Alderen Foxglove at the Rusty Dragon, a halfling woman who works there tells you that he is not in. He came in sometime after the attack, but has left again. She doesn't know where but he still has the room and didn't leave with his stuff.
|
|
"Ah! These goblins had some basic healing potions. We should take these to Father Zantus. Here, Loth, you said you were going straight to the Cathedral."
After gathering his armor and supplies, Dol heads straight to the cathedral and makes himself available to Father Zantus. Before leaving the group, he asks them to come grab him if anything important happens.
Bumbo's smile widens as the young boy finds his best friend again. I'm Bumbo, Miss Barrett, fine ta' meet ya. Gotta' tell you though, I think Petals there was the one doing the saving; why, she jumped right in bit a goblin that woulda' ended the days of 'ol Bumbo.
Toot moves over to sniff at Aeren, as if inspecting to see if he was food.
Bumbo kneels down to look Aeren in the eyes. A fine friend you have there, ma' boy. Treat her right, and she'll always have your back. He stands back up to address Amele. Miss Barrett, do you need help with anything, or know anyone who does? We've got some resourceful people here willing to pitch in.
Raz will pick up his shield and head to look for Alderen, once that fails he follows Dol to the Cathedral, after twenty or so minutes of feeling like he is in the way, he will wander out looking for Mizzug.
Loth follows up on Dol's suggestion and donate the potions to Father Zantus. Though his skills are limited, he helps out with delivering first aid to the wounded.