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Mr. Biggs runs towards the goblin leader, pulling out a flask of orange liquid as he moves. He twirls the vial between his fingers.
He speaks in goblin to the rider.
I will demonstrate the abilities I have acquired over my life thanks to my experimentation in creating alchemical concoctions. In the vein of my goddess, I offer you one chance to surrender. If you do, and you direct your clan to depart this town never to return remotely to its locale I... ah to hell with it. He coughs and takes a pained expression.
You give up and leave, me no explode you again, and others no harm you.
Then to prove his point, he throws his bomb.
Aleks smirks as the goblin calls out the leader, then runs in to attack.
After his almost near death experience, Gareth decides to bolster his defense before entering the fight.
Mr. Biggs takes everyone by surprise, throwing a bomb at the goblin leader, hurting him badly and also wounding the semi-rodent mount. He shouts a war cry and his goblin soldiers prepare to charge the group.
Aleksander, Fiora and Mr. Biggs are faster than the enemies. The goblin song has died out in the city.
Fiora moves south-south-east until she gets a clear shot, then nervously fires her light crossbow at the leader!
Being still distracted from the bomb, the goblin leader doesn't see Fiora's bolt coming and it hits him right in the neck, killing him. The other goblins, however, don't pay attention to him and still mean to charge.
The goblins are in a combat craze and don't seem to think they have a chance of failing.
"It... It's like they're frenzied! They're not going to stop!"
Mr. Biggs lets out a small sigh.
So it seems, truly, I would be lying to say I feel no remorse, that easily could have been me.. Perhaps ones day I will serve Sarenrea by leading more of my kin into her warm embrace... Sadly, today I do her work in protecting others.
He draws another of his fluorescent vials and twirls it across his fingers as he speaks and moves to get a clear shot. He rests his sad but hardened eyes on their leader.
I can at least take you out with a bang. May you find forgiveness in the sun's flames.
A quick flick of his wrist sends the vial end over end directly towards the goblin leader.
Aleks finishes running forward as the leader is struck down by shot, so he attacks its hideous mount instead.
Aleksander slices the rodent-like dog's throat, making it fall to the side, dead. Meanwhile, the other goblins shriek and charge the fetchling. One of them, however, has the pompous civilian in sight. In response, he whimpers and cowers, trying to avoid his attacks.
The goblin slices the civilian, drawing blood. He lets out a very dramatic scream.
The cut was much smaller than what he is expressing.
Meanwhile, three of the other goblins manage to get past Aleksander's defenses and draw some of his blood.
Seeing Aleksander surrounded, Grael gives a war cry and charges with his shield and hammer raised, plowing into the goblin south of his ally with formidible force!
"If you want healing, fall back! You're too far away!" Fiora shouts as she moves forward as fast as she can, though she remains very behind the charging frontline.
To her left, also out of channel reach, she sees a stranger take a very shallow cut yet cry as if receiving the deathblow in some Magnimarran theatre tragedy. "What's up with that guy? He barely got hit!" she informs those around her, mostly Gareth and Biggs.
Hissing in pain, Aleks attacks the goblin between himself and Grael (or pick a different one if that one's dead).
He then takes a step back toward Fiora.
Gareth moves next to Fiora, and casts a minor blessing on himself.
Mr. Biggs would target the square behind the goblin attacking the NPC.
One goblin falls from the combined efforts of Grael and Aleksander. As Aleksander falls back, two of the leftover goblins attack Grael and one keeps at Aleksander. Meanwhile, the now burned goblin to the north continues attacking the poor man. He cowers and whines.
The pompous man yells in pain from another cut. At the same time, Aleksander takes a hard cut as well.
Fending off two of the raiders, the warrior of Torag angrily calls them to task while swinging his hammer with all his might! "Bloody Gobbos! When ye reach the gates o' whatever hell ye goblins call home, tell 'em Grael Kraghelm sent ye!"
Fiora walks to a position where she can heal most of the party and the barely (?) injured pompous man and channels!
Mr. Biggs pulls out his boom cannon again and levels it towards the goblin harassing the townsman.
I believe your fight should be with me. He says in goblin before pulling the trigger mechanism and is momentarily engulfed in a huge cloud of gunsmoke.
Just as Aleks is about to move back to Fiora for healing, the healing energy washes over him and he feels much better. So instead he attacks the nearest goblin.
Gareth moves closer to the goblins, and lets fly his starknife at one them.
Mr. Biggs barely misses the pompous man and kills the goblin bullying him. At the same time, Gareth throws a starknife that hits the goblin that Grael also hit, killing him.
The goblins seem unbothered by seeing their friends fall and continue bashing on their respective targets. The pompous man means to kick the dead goblin next to him, but stops himself afraid to anger the corpse.
None of the goblins hit anything, leaving themselves open for attack.
Seeing no one of the party in any huge danger, Fiora moves north to check on the pompous man, partly against her better judgment. "Um... excuse me, but who are you? Are you injured? I heard you cry out on the other side of the square, but it didn't seem like you got hurt that bad?"
Grael makes no more pronouncements other than the snarl and grunt of effort when he swings his heavy hammer directly at the nearest goblin raider!
Aleks continues his whirl of slashing attacks, hoping to cut through the creature's defenses.
Professor biggs moves closer to the man and reloads his firearm, he glances towards the man and speaks, his hands working to reload the gun seemingly from pure muscle memory.
He should be fine after your healing, keep him safe, we don't know where others could come from. They are... crazed.
The goblins and the pompous man look at Gareth with apprehension as they wait for what he is going to do next!
Knowing he wasn't as skilled at throwing a dagger as he was his starknife, Gareth grants himself a minor blessing to increase his luck with his next attack.
The pompous man answers Fiora "Oh, please, save me from those beasts!" Then he recoils and cowers as Mr. Biggs approaches him, screaming in fear.
Aleksander manages to draw some goblin blood, but Grael's attack is stopped by the goblin's armor. The goblins retaliate cackling.
Both attacks are parried, although Grael has to rely on his armor to do so.
The pompous man answers Fiora "Oh, please, save me from those beasts!" Then he recoils and cowers as Mr. Biggs approaches him, screaming in fear.
Fiora winces at the amount of noise this guy was able to make. Quickly checking and finding her companions all right and winning, she attempts to calm down this... 'adult toddler', and places her hands on his shoulders.
"Sssssssssh!" she holds one finger to her lips. "There, there, it's fine, you're all right." She pats him consolingly and smiles, channeling all the patience the last two years of school teaching had forced her to develop."Now just calm down and let us handle this, okay? This is Mr. Biggs, and he is helping us. Now go be a good boy and hide somewhere, okay?"
The man starts to calm down.
The dwarven warrior of Torag grunts in pain as his breastplate takes the brunt of the goblin's attack, and he frowns from behind bushy eyebrows and focuses himself on his attacker. Ain't takin' this one seriously enough...that's twice he almost gutted me...
"Come on, then. Let's dance, Gobbo!"
The warpriest tosses a knife at the nearest goblin.
While Grael manages to confidently kill the nearby goblin, Gareth fails to hit his dagger. Only one goblin stands fighting Aleksander.
Aleksander and Grael finish off the last goblin. The party looks to the sides and all signs of threat seem to have been taken care of. The shouts of battle have died down to few sporadic and the goblin song is only present in your recent memory. The cowering man gets up. He is shaking, but seems to have forgotten all about his dog. He says "Tha- Thank yo- Thank you so much. You're heroes!" He clearly has been crying, but is breathing like every breath brought in the sweetest aroma.
As he thanks every one of you one by one, he faces Grael and says "Oh, my! Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Aldern Foxglove, at your service. You, my lady, have fought so bravely! The way you stood in their way, you must be mighty indeed. You must inspire the great bard songs!" He looks around to make sure there are no more goblins and finally says "I am in town for a few days, you five must allow me to properly thank you for saving my life! I'm staying at the Rusty Dragon. Let us sit together and talk about a reward, what do you think?"
Fiora blinks as he shakes her hand, taken aback by his luscious praise and arguable sudden personality shift. "Um... thanks, I guess? But I for one am just defending my home. I don't think I deserve some kind of special reward for that."
She looks to the others uncertainly, wondering if they would accept either his gifts or agree to meet him later.
Then she remembers something. "Oh, Are you here with your parents, Aldern? They must be worried sick about you."
The pompous man looks at Fiora and says "Oh, your bravery is rarely seen, you did much more than just defend your home, you stood up to raiding goblins! And you're so kind to worry about me. Sadly my parents aren't among us any more."
His shaking slowly retreating, the man says "Please excuse me, I must recover from the shock." He waits in case anyone wants to continue talking, but he seems a little too scared to be actually helpful for the moment.
The group is near the north gate, close to the cathedral and some shops that are closed. To the south, a few combat cries can be occasionally heard, but they end very quickly. A stoic silence engulfs the air.