Ragnar advances on the Gobs, and strikes one of them.
Striking the left Goblin.
Reroll thanks to caroliss
Reroll thanks to caroliss
Reroll thanks to caroliss
Anansi the Spider follows Ragnar into the room, tiptoeing around the fallen flooring.
This place is badly in need of an interior decorator.
The Shaman touches the bloodrager granting him Guidance
"Not bad. But I bet I can still reach ya." Krystal moves past Caroliss into her own little corner. Then she notched another arrow at the goblin not in combat.
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Alara steps up and fires an arrow at Krystal's wounded target!
Mercifully, she somehow manages to not hit anyone in the fray.
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Ambriel tries to Daze one of the crossbow wielding goblins.
Past tense (pre door open): Ragnars eyes flutter as he becomes clean and presentable again. As a tsunamis of thanks is about to erupt from him, but he remembers that he is a professional mercenary and gets back to his "kick the door in business" offering Ambriel thanks and a heart felt I owe you one Mrs. Kogalnica.
You get the idea that Ragnar cares more about his "appearance" or "presentableness" then his actual health, although this may be influenced by his rage transformation.
Neither Alara nor Ragnar have much luck hitting the small, nimble creatures behind their barricade. Kyrstal's arrow, on the other hand, sinks deep into one of the goblins. He howls in pain and snarls at the woman. He mutters in goblin about shooting her next, but finds Ambriel's magic forcing itself into her brain. His mouth and eyes go slack.
His compatriot raises his own crossbow and snaps off a shot presumably at Ragnar. It is tough to tell who he was targeting as the bolt fires wide and high and buries itself somewhere in the rafters above.
Ragnar strikes the uninjured Goblin.
Crit threat
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Anansi the Spider decides to retreat back toward the group.
The shaman then confers Guidance on Alara.
Ancestors recommend aiming for the waist, since they are a bit short.
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"Thanks love." Krystal takes the opportunity to finish off the remaining dazed goblin.
Alara aims and fires!
Caroliss uses her whip to try and deflect the next attack on Ragnar!
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Krystal and Alara's attacks thunk into the barricade, but Ragnar catches one in the face. The remaining goblin, wounded and now realizing it is trapped, throws his crossbow over the barricade and cowers.
Ragnar sheethes his axe, grabs he goblin and lifts him up.
Tell and live, how many of you, how many longshanks? In which Rooms? Where is your leader?
Repeating the question in Abyssal, and making the language sound particularly harsh.
[b]Рассказывайте и живите, сколько вас, сколько длинноногих? В каких комнатах? Где ваш лидер?/b]
If he gets a satisfactory answer, he will knock the Goblin out and be true to his word.
The goblin holds up two fingers, then counts them with his other hand, shakes his head and adds another finger. "That many us. One longshank. She say she is new boss of city. She up," The goblin points to the rafters.
Ragnar is uncertain
And relatively gently chokes out the Goblin without harming him fruther, before pocketing both crossbows.
Krystal worked over her bow, looking disappointed with its performance. When word came out about their numbers, she grimaced in response. "It has to be her. But what I don't get is why she's acting like the owns the whole city."
Anansi the Spider eyes the interrogation suspiciously.
Goblins aren't really known for being accountants.
Ragnar picks up his axe, makes sure his sap is easily reachable at his belt and moves up to the next door.
My guess is whatever she found is sentient and wears her as a hat, so, something possession like? Ill use my axe for further Gobs and the sap for her. Alara, arent you Songbirds great at subduing foes? You think you could handle her if I keep her gobs of your back? Door is a natural chokepoint, maybe I can bluff her into not using it effecively
Ragnar whispers to the party.
"Because goblin followers are gullible and easily impressed?"
Ragnar picks up his axe, makes sure his sap is easily reachable at his belt and moves up to the next door.
My guess is whatever she found is sentient and wears her as a hat, so, something possession like? Ill use my axe for further Gobs and the sap for her. Alara, arent you Songbirds great at subduing foes? You think you could handle her if I keep her gobs of your back? Door is a natural chokepoint, maybe I can bluff her into not using it effecively
Ragnar whispers to the party.
Alara puts her shortbow away and brings her katana back out.
"I could--though I'm not that skilled yet, I can certainly try."
Anansi gets the impression that the goblin was telling the truth in hopes of living to eat someone another day. Though whether he could count accurately or not is another story. It seems likely that he couldn't miscount the number of humans at one.
Caroliss prepares herself for the next door to open!
"I mean sure, there's that too, but she's getting crazy for sure. You saw some of her followers leave her like the plague? But yeah, we'll try and put some sense into her, whether it's talking or bashing her."
Ragnar opens the door, shield raised high.
Anansi the Spider shakes his head at the unconscious goblin.
Ancestors are predicting they get a bit more clever in the next edition.
The shaman winks at the others, as he asks the ancestors for Guidance, before checking out the next door for traps.
Anansi finds no sign of traps and Ragnar proceeds to open the door.
This chamber has no floor, opening directly into the sump of a sewage pit below. Likewise, the charred ceiling has fallen away, revealing the fire-blackened rafters a bove. Next to a hole cut in the southwest corner of the wall, a crude ladder that has been nailed to the wall provides access to the rafters above. Faint light like the glow of several candles can be seen above.otes of dust drift through where the rays of dim light penetrate he's in the ceiling.
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Caroliss makes a cursory glance at the ladder. "Don't expect that ladder will hold much weight," says Caroliss. "Let's try another way."
Ragnar can cast Expeditious construction once per day, could actually prove useful here, perhaps.
Krystal took a good look at the ladder before speaking towards the others. "Don't use it just yet. I can go ahead and see if she's there. If she's there, you work your magic and we go in. Don't worry. No way am I going in there alone."
Ambriel crosses her arms, her patience running thin. She weighs suggesting they go buy a ladder and come back the next day, but the others seem awfully eager.
Anansi the Spider taps Ragnar on the shoulder.
You want that I take point?
[OOC]Krystal will try and double back and make the climb up the rafters stealthily.
Anansi the Spider looks at the second rickety ladder that they found.
Perhaps there is something outside that we can use.
The shaman returns outside to look for anything ladder-like.
He asks the ancestors for Guidance.
I can probably throw Anansi up there, but it doesnt seem all that feasible, tactically speaking. Ragnar considers his options but doesnt come up with a whole lot.
May sound dumb, but given that I weight about twice as much as the next heaviest person, factoring in equipment, I should probably go up last. That also limits the odds of me falling on anyone, which few of you would appreciate very much. It is of course tactically inconvenient because the burly melee specialist will be in the rear...
Caroliss hopes Krystal figures out a way forward, as the noblewoman isn't a very good climber herself.
If Retconnable and she doesnt have one, Ragnar would hand Krystal his rope.
Ambriel runs her fingers through her hair, checking to make sure crap from the awful building hasn't gotten into it.
Finally she decides to say something about the predicament.
"We could go buy a ladder. It's not like we're somewhere out in the wilderness."
Krystal touches the ladder and can immediately tell it will just drop her into the muck. There are enough holes and cracks in the wall for her to ascend without it, though it isn't easy as the rotted wood could easily give, making it difficult to find solid places to grip.
The mildew covered rafters look sturdy in most places. She can see a nest of sleeping stirges behind her. In front of her are three goblins armed with shortbows surrounding a woman with dark, curly hair. She wears a curious shard of metal on a leather thong around her neck. It is made of a coppery metal and shaped vaguely like a butcher's knife with a small indentation near the "hilt". She sits on a sort of throne made of crates and is surrounded by the glow of a dozen candles behind her.
"So! You've made it as far as my elite honor guard. You rooted out the weak and cowardly and now stand before the great Natalya, Mastermind of Magnimar! Your choice is simple. Join me or perish."
The goblins bring their bows up, aiming for Krystal's head.
Hearing Krystal in trouble, Caroliss gives her a blessing of luck for whatever she might try up there.
Here comes the nutsy one Thinks Ragnar
Oh great Natalya, a most kind and reasonable offer, but how are we to see thy greatness without actually seeing thee? Perhaps you would consider lowering yourself to our level, so that thy possibly future subjects can bask in thy presence, after all, this approach is often taken by many a great one, from the Chelish Majestrix to the Lady in Shadows...
Ragnar comrades can see him rolling his eyes as he speaks that, but Natalya herself is too far away. Ragnar sheethes his axe as a gesture of peace, knowing he can draw it for free as part of a move action anyway.
No idea what that is, at least in current light conditions.