Dare shakes her head at Lita's apologetic look. "Better bloody and alive. Thank you," she says. She holds her gaze on Lita maybe too long before she realizes that probably comes off as creepy. Simply, she was not used to strangers jumping into help her. Her "family" yes; creepy though they might be, and though punishments might be harsh, they had each other's backs.
Seeing foes dispatched, she sheathes her blade and moves about with an obsessive zeal of ensuring all embers are stamped out. Clever sparks would dampen and play dead, but then rekindle when dry. She loved fire's strength. Its warmth, its nourishment. But also, she knew too well its endless hunger and would not allow it to linger. People not too injured but nursing burns she advised to wrap in damp cloth. "No don't put butter on it, peabrain, you'll just fry yourself!"
She also examines the goblins' corpses. She doesn't know a lot about goblins, but checks for marks or symbols that might indicate clan or who they work for, if anyone. It was ballsy as f*$!--and a defiance of the gods--to choose this day to attack. She doubted they just decided to raid on a whim.
Scrapeknee hobbles over to where Dani is hiding and uses healing magic to mend the wounds in her legs. It's still painful for the young acolyte, but she's able to walk at least and gets up with some help from the young oracle.
"Th-thank you," she mutters as she leans on you for support.
Meanwhile, Dare looks at the goblin bodies, and notices there are at least three different styles of fetishes and markings on the goblins they've killed.
Scrapeknee hobbles over to where Dani is hiding and uses healing magic to mend the wounds in her legs. It's still painful for the young acolyte, but she's able to walk at least and gets up with some help from the young oracle.
"Th-thank you," she mutters as she leans on you for support.
"You're welcome," he says to her, "I... suppose this is a weird thing to bring up, but Cailyn is not my... we're not together. We're just friends. You might want to spread word of that. Wouldn't be fair for her to be labeled falsely." He moves with her, his face somewhat somber and sees if he can find her a crutch "We need to check other parts of town. You need to get some place safe but I'm going to have to check with Cailyn and Willie and Conrad and Dare and Lita and...well, all of them. They fought bravely for Sandpoint. I can't desert them now."
In the sudden clam, Cailyn slips on the glove, and raises her hand so the glowing owl can fly in to perch. "Thank you" she cooed, giving it a scratch on the head.
She takes a moment to slip her crossbow off her back, as her eyes follow Ms Ashborn's search and it piques her interest, so she follows and looks. Books and maps scroll through her head, trying to match the fetishes and markings to specific tribes.
As she leans over near the half-orc, she says softly, "The city has walls." a fact unnecessarily stated since Dare came through the same gate Cailyn did. "One would rationalize an attack on the gate in daylight would have caused an alarm." not that Cailyn is a master tactician, but she is intelligent.
Dani blushes bright red as Scrapeknee clears up the misunderstanding.
"Oh! D-does this mean--" she starts to ask before shaking the thought from her head. Now wasn't the time. "I-I think I can manage from here."
In the few moments she has, Cailyn realizes that the goblins are from at least three different tribes in the area, the Birdcruncher Tribe, the Seven Tooth Tribe, and the Mosswood Tribe.
Her comment about the walls and gates raises a good question. How did the goblins get in without anyone noticing?
Dani blushes bright red as Scrapeknee clears up the misunderstanding.
"Oh! D-does this mean--" she starts to ask before shaking the thought from her head. Now wasn't the time. "I-I think I can manage from here."
He wonders what she was going to ask about but nods, "Stay alert, if you can, be at a place with a well or other water supply nearby. There maybe more goblins out there we missed."
And once she is on her way, he rejoins the others with a thousand questions in his head. Many will have to wait.
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Dare starts as Cailyn's voice interrupts her concentration. Sparks flicker at her fingertips and she quickly clenches her hand into a fist--not to threaten a punch, but to prevent herself from reflexively casting. "Eh?" She straightens to eye Cailyn. Dare is surprised to see the highborn woman talking to her, but impressed enough she stuck around to help that she's--entirely in her own mind--declared a truce for the moment. "What're you... oh. Right. How did they get in? And, see, there's at least three different clan marks here... I know this one, it's Seven Fangs or something... no, Tooth, I think..."
If Cailyn names the others aloud, she nods. "You ain't just for drinking games, are you? Is it me or is that weird? The goblins, I mean. I don't think of gobbos as that organized. Would the clans work together?" She looks around at the sodden, smoking remains of the joyous celebration. "Something's goin' on."
No, not really. They pretty much keep each other in check.
While the reminder of the drinking game wants to bring a blush to her face, this is not the time or place for it. "Not willingly. At least based on my secondhand knowledge" she says. She pulls a bolt from her leather satchel, and cranks her crossbow. "While I am sure the town guard are good at their jobs, a quick check of the nearest gate seems prudent. Unless anyone here can tell where they came from?" Cailyn looks around at the others. While the concept of tracking exists in her brain, she has no idea how to go about it.
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The chaos of battle finally gives way to an eerie silence. Conrad exhales. Gradually, he comes back to his senses, and brutally takes in the carnage - the cries of the wounded, the mutilated goblin corpses lying in front of him, his armour and flail covered in blood and flesh and bits of skull. "Oh God," he moans, shaken.
He looks around him desperately like a drowning man for a lifebelt, and his gaze falls on Joanna, Tera, and the people he had drinks with at the Rusty Dragon - all gathered and tending to the wounded. "Everyone okay?" he croaks.
Cailyn catches Conrad's shaken exclamation, a feeling she is struggling to keep at bay herself. So when he asks if everyone is okay, she answers truthful and sympathetically "Physically, yes."
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Willie ran his fingers through his hair distractedly, combing it back after young Scrapeknee's sudden torrent doused much of the burning festival grounds, Willie included. He wasn't overly bothered at this, of course, nor did he even register much of the Sandpoint native's hooting and hollering. No, the poor man was quite in a plane of his own, looking about the aftermath of the goblin's malignant merriment with the dazed eyes of a hooked fish. Actually, that was rather how he felt: like a fish fresh from its watery home to an all-new world as hostile as it was foreign to him. Wilberforce wasn't exactly used to violence. The last blood he'd seen had been on the plate of a medium-rare steak. Small wonder then that when the initial rush of danger had run its course in him, shock settled in to replace it.
"Hah?" he gasped at Conrad's query whether everyone was alright, it giving him something to focus on in his bewilderment. Alright? The gent certainly felt anything but, but suspected that giving voice to this wouldn't exactly help. Like speaking aloud an incantation, it would make the matters of the mind manifest.
"Never better!" he therefore insisted with a feeble smile, swallowing his stupor along with whatever remained in his dry mouth. "And I might add that your dispatch of the little fiends was positively inspiring! Smashing display, dear fellow!"
The stout chappie had shown himself adroit at navigating this world so unfamiliar to Willie, biffing and boffing goblins left and right, so much so that the gentleman found his presence almost comforting. Like a guide through the darkest jungles of Garund, he thought it best to stick close to the man, and gave him a fraternal pat on the shoulder. Willie recoiled at finding it wet with brackish blood.
"Well, Wibblesock's got the right of it. You did good, Conrad." She nods at him with warm half-smile.
She jabs a thumb toward Cailyn. "We're gonna check the gates. They had to get in somehow." She points at Joanna and Tera. "Don't go far but to get healed, I'm s'posed to talk to you. But first things first..." She waves to Lita. "Might need your weapon-arm too, just in case."
While she waits to see if anyone else joins, she will head toward the gates as promptly as she can.
Lita spends much of her time pointing any straggling citizens towards the cathedral, voice loud and clear - "There could be more, keep shelter here until the guard tells you it's safe. If you're hurt, there's priests inside who can help." - at least, until it seems like most of the civilians have moved on. Then, she sighs, deflating slightly, leaning on her weapon as she catches her breath.
"Right. I'm alright, but I imagine I'll be a bit of a wreck when the adrenaline passes." She cracks a half-hearted smile, waving off Scrapeknee's concerns. "Well done, all around. That trick with the owl was really something, Miss Vanderale." Lita nods along to Dare and Cailyn's conversation, picking herself back up and ready to move.
"If the gate's clear, then let's check the wall perimeter. With the festival on, there might have been enough distraction to find somewhere to go over."
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Srapeknee listens to the others talk, and he IS listening, but his eyes are searching the fallen. The ones past saving. There are not as many as their would have been if not for those who fought to defend the place.
There's Vardin Nearwinter, an Ulfen blooded friend of his. You know Vardin was Ulfen blooded not just because he was big and blond, but because he wouldn't shut up about it. He was fun though, and had a good heart for all his 'blood of warriors' talk. Now his belly is split open and his entrails spread out. But there's blood, and not his own, on a stick he used as a club. In the end, his friend went out like Ulfen warriors were supposed to- fighting.
Then there's Tafi Wafflefoot, the sweetest old halfling lady you could ever meet. Never said a mean word about anyone as she crafted nets for hard working fishermen, sometimes holding off on payment for the poorer families. She could craft a net with her toes, and the kids of town just found that neat! Now she was dead, the wounds on her small body look massive in relation.
Barley Bucksman was a jerk, a bully, and didn't care for Shoanti. Used to make rude comments whenever Scrapeknee or even Sheriff Hemlock came by (But never to Hemlock's face) and would try to charge anyone of Shoanti blood extra at his store. He was a hateful man, but he didn't deserve to die with burn marks and gut wounds.
Then there's the body he's ashamed to say he can't identify. The face gashed brutally, blood all over. Friend? Enemy? Doesn't matter... whoever they were, they were a sandpointer, or a guest of sandpoint.
"No, Conrad. I am not well, unwounded in body, but.... well, grieving will come later. "
He nods to the talk of the gates "I will follow, slower than I like. Seems I can heal. I don't know how, but I do know a gift like this is not meant to be hoarded when people are in need." He gets ready to follow them.
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"Steady on, gents. You don't mean to pursue the little gits, do you?"
A nervous laugh escaped Willie; the laugh was for the madness of such an idea, the nerves for the suspicion that the others were quite serious. "I'm not one to cavil, but really now," he tried with the urgent diplomacy used in talking someone from jumping off a bridge - especially when they were manacled to oneself. "Looking out for one's fellow man and whatnot is all fine and large, but surely this is a job for Sandpoint's Finest now? Why not let the town guard handle matters from here? It's not like we haven't done our share and then some! Nay, say I! Pats to the backs all round! And all the more reason to retire to safety with a clear conscience rather than go tootling off in search of more danger, what?"
Wilberforce didn't consider himself a coward. Perish the thought! In fact, the Whyte blood was noted for its bullish courage. Why, his great-granduncle Regulus served in the Shining Crusade, playing an instrumental role in its success. That, or he'd been a stockbroker. The young man couldn't quite recall. On second thought, he might be thinking of a Vetillus too. Regardless, he was sure the honorable precursor had broken stocks with the best of them. The salient point was that Willie was definitely no coward.
Even so, he would much prefer if this little incidental group of their stuck together. Safety in numbers and all that, you see? And if they were to stick together, finding shelter should be their priority, not actively searching for their deaths at the end of a maniacal goblin's shiv.
Goodness sake, it wasn't as if they were like those rummy adventurer types, were they?
"I'm fine, but I think Joanna's going to need to see a cleric," Tera answers Conrad as she starts to move towards the cathedral. At Dare's comment, the pair of them turn towards the sorceress.
"We'll wait for you at the Cathedral," Joanna promises before the continue towards the door.
Dani gives Scrapeknee a hug as he answers Conrad as well. A hug that is silent encouragement and gentle reminder that he's not in this alone.
As the band of would-be heroes agrees to check on the northern gate and Joanna and Tera make it to the Cathedral doors, the sound of the horrid goblin song gets louder. From the northwest a band of the wretched things comes with torches and crude swords aloft as they kick the heads of a couple of stray dogs before them.
[spoiler=Goblin Actions]
- Red Warchanter begins inspire courage and moves in front of the round purple tent.
- Blue Warchanter Moves closer to Scrapenkee and Dani and holds an action to cast Daze if anyone gets within range.
- Blue and Yellow Warriors charge Tera and Joanna.
- Red Warrior Charges Dani.
Red Warrior - Charged (-2 AC)
Blue Warrior - Charged (-2 AC)
Yellow Warrior - Charged (-2 AC)
Two goblins leading the song follow in the wake of the three sword-armed goblins charging at the closest victims they can find. Tera and Joanna cry out in pain as crude, chipped blades tear open painful gashes, though both of the young women manage to avoid the worst of it. Scrapeknee, seeing the one rushing Dani, pulls the acolyte out of the way of its swing, saving her from another injury.
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From the area where he is looking over the corspes of some fallen, Scrapeknee hears Willie talk about leaving it to the guards, and so on...
"Do what you feel is right, Willie." He answers unable to mask cold disdain for this attitude. It's not fair of him... Willie DID try to help. There IS a milita, "But in addition to helping one Uncle with an Inn, I help another with the town militia. So... my conscience will be anything but clear if I stop now."
He hears of Joanna being injured, and frowns, thinking maybe he could do that now, but she seems okay with the temple's aid so that makes sense.
And then there's Dani, who gives him a hug. She's a nice girl and even a dunderhead like him is catching on to a few hints. Any other day THAT would be occupying his mind most. But he takes the hug not as some sort of come on, but what it is, sharing of grief. She's lost friends and maybe family too. He swallows as he imagines one of his cousins , aunt, or Uncles hurt or dead somewhere.
As the band of would-be heroes agrees to check on the northern gate and Joanna and Tera make it to the Cathedral doors, the sound of the horrid goblin song gets louder. From the northwest a band of the wretched things comes with torches and crude swords aloft as they kick the heads of a couple of stray dogs before them....
Damn it, he liked Tup-Tup, he used to sneak him snacks out back of the Inn!
Two goblins leading the song follow in the wake of the three sword-armed goblins charging at the closest victims they can find. Tera and Joanna cry out in pain as crude, chipped blades tear open painful gashes, though both of the young women manage to avoid the worst of it. Scrapeknee, seeing the one rushing Dani, pulls the acolyte out of the way of its swing, saving her from another injury.
The fresh wave of goblins makes one thing seem likely, "I think they're foccusing on the Cathedrel! and Terri and Joana need help now!" A mutter, if this doesn't work, and even if it does, this is likely to get him hurt, but the fires have to be stopped before they start again, "Dani, use me for cover. I MEAN that!"
And he steps forward to the side of the goblin that as closed with him. That's not his target, trying to weave so he can focus and not get hit (He'd just run out to the side, but that would leave Dani ALONE with a goblin to attack her again) he raises his hand, "That is a holy place, you'll not burn it while I live."Of course, the goblins may find his terms acceptable and kill him quickly
Once more, water from a cloudless sky spills down, this time (hopefully) snuffing a torch.
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Unhappiest of happenstances, it turned out that Willie's fears of searching out yet more danger were unfounded. Danger had found them instead. Like an ugly rash - so very ugly - that refused to die down, the little green menaces returned with a vengeance, another wave of the screeching maniacs bounding forth, knives first. And striking at dear old Jo and Tera once again! Did the tiny terrors have it out for the two women or something?!
"Bally blighters...!" Shaking his head half in exasperation, half to clear the fog of fright still about his bean, young Wilberforce ankled forth as quickly as his long legs allowed him. Though he was recitcent to do so alone. "Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more!" he called, hoping to spur those frankly more capable than himself. The half-remembered quote came to him he know not whence. Was it the Bard? A bard certainly.
Red Warrior - Charged (-2 AC)
Blue Warrior - Charged (-2 AC)
Yellow Warrior - Charged (-2 AC)
Blue Pyro - Torch is out and wet, No fire damage on attacks
Scrapeknee's efforts pay off. Not only does he keep from leaving himself open to an attack from the goblin as he cast his spell, he also leaves the goblin holding the torch he was aiming for soaked and spluttering, its torch now just a blackened club. The goblins have little time to ponder this change in events as Willie comes galloping towards the fray to his cousin's assistance.
One of the singing goblins, seeing Scrapeknee move up and cast something, alters its song a little and sends a wave of fuzziness through the awakening oracle's mind.
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Cailyn says with a firm worry "How many people fled that direction?" The question is useless at the moment, all that matters is trying to stop them from getting any further into the city.
She lifts her hand into the air, launching Cloe with a whistle. The wounded bird flies with remembered effort. Whizzing past Wilberforce it flutters next to the goblin attempting to harm Joanna, trying to peck its face.
Cailyn then grasps the pebble around her neck and her crossbow, telling her cherished weapon "If Only you were a Ballista" before running after her cousin to get a better shot.
Dare says brief but extremely rude things in three different languages, and then run towards the goblins attacking the merchants, picking the best language to continue cursing in.
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Lita frowned, about to give Willie some choice advice on where he could take that attitude (into the cathedral to shelter with the other civilians, of course. No need for someone not cut out for fighting to get themselves hurt) before the sound of more goblins approaching reached them. Instead, whatever she had been about to say is lost to another hissed curse in Abyssal.
Dare seemed competent enough, and Cailyn's owl had taken out a number of the little creatures in the previous fight, but Scrapeknee and Dani were left with too many, too close, and she hadn't seen a proper weapon in either of their hands. So, Lita throws herself into a sprint, skidding to a halt in a stance beside Scrapeknee, ready to defend.
Tera - Full Defense +4 to AC
All Goblins - IC
Blue Warrior - 2/6 HP
Red Warrior - Laughing -2 AC
Blue Pyro - Torch is out and wet, No fire damage on attacks
As the band of strangers all run to get at the new threat, Cleo swoops in to help defend Tera and Joanna, but the brave owl misses the mark. Still, it does get the goblin's attention, distracting it just long enough for Joanna to wound it with her dagger. Unfortunately, the other goblin is fast to counter and cuts deep into the young woman's leg, causing her to drop to the landing as her blood starts to flow freely from the wound.
Tera finds herself pinned between two goblins and the door. Not willing to expose those already inside to the menaces or leave her wounded friend behind, she falls into a a defensive stance, hoping to survive long enough for help to come. The goblin howls with laughter as it swings its crude sword to little effect.
Dani backs away from the goblin before circling back to get behind both Scrapeknee and Dare. She says a prayer to Desna asking for the Starsong to guide Sandpoint's defenders to victory before laying a hand on Lita's back. The goblin, with a new victim to torment, or so it thinks, turns to face Scrapeknee, but as it does so, the other two torch wielding goblins see that the third of their number has been soaked and begin taunting the goblin, starting an argument in their chittering, yipping tongue. It must be hilarious seeing as the warrior makes a half-hearted swing before doubling over in laughter that only increases as one of the singing goblins stops singing and starts slapping the three next to it and pointing at the people still on their feet as it screeches at them.
The goblin who got soaked is apparently known for wetting the bed.
The other singing goblin continues its song, working in a joke as it stares at Dare.
Goblins chew and goblins bite.
Goblins love go bump at night.
Clowns make for funny stew,
As do gnomes, yes they do!
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"Eh heh."
Was a f$+!ing gnome who set the first fire that ruined her life. Would be right to see them in a stew.
"Eh-hee-hee."
And now these gobbos will ruin her life too. Doubly. Destroying the town she hoped to start a new life in. And killing the people she was instructed to protect, which she is hilariously failing to do.
"Ah ha ha ha." So if she's not cooked today, she'll be found face down and bloating in the river by tomorrow morning.
Then she'll be the stew. Get it?
"BWA-HA!"
I mean, if you're gonna die one way or the other, you might as well laugh as do anything else, right? One. Last. Laugh.
"AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaaaaaaaaa..."
Clutching her side, Dare falls to the ground, possessed by desperate, tearful guffaws.
So much is happening, it would be hard to say OjWoj the Scrapekneed understands it all, he hears laughter not too far away and realizes Dani is working some miracle.
For some reason he didn't think she was that advanced yet, and a part of him wants to congratulate her! This well intentioned thought is quelled by common sense. Lita is rushing up to assist.
Pretty sure a champion of Sarenrae is a better warrior than I'll ever be. "Lita, your help is appreciated..." And... he tries to thrust not to attack, but to force the goblin to shift his defenses so Lita can strike that much easier, "May your blow be true."
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Overwhelmed with dread and a feeling of urgency, Conrad feels himself slip back into pure, mindless instinct.
With renewed vigor, he takes a desperate swing at the goblin facing Tera. Its horrid little laughter ends in a breathless wheeze when its ribs are blown into pieces by the head of the flail.
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Now, Willie was not one to deny a fellow an honest jape. In fact, he dared say there were few as fond of rollicking, ribaldry and an overall good time as he. Even so, there was a limit to these things. And the teensy terrors that were the goblins had overstepped that limit yet again. In addition to arson, battery, hooliganism and general impropriety, they now added another item to their list of crimes, that being low humour!
Clowns and stew? he thought, face scrunched in disapprobation. Gnomes and... No no no, the stressed syllable breaks the metre entirely! That was utter rot!
Worse still than this massacre of poetic conventions was seeing it met with approval. The otherwise so caustic orc-ling seemed to think it humorous, the poor chump! The young gent looked on with serious concern as she bubbled over with merry mirth, he thinking it only right to correct her.
"Snap out of it, dear woman! The miscreants can manage a catchy rhythm, that much I grant you, but that quip wouldn't have earned a titter in a two-copper music hall."
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All Goblins - IC
Red Warrior - Laughing -2 AC
Blue Pyro - Torch is out and wet, No fire damage on attacks
Conrad crushes the goblin that had cut Joanna down into the stop steps of the cathedral and turns to the laughing goblin, who now seems to be crying instead.
Cleo hoots at the man with the flail smashing her prey into paste, before flapping forward to claw and beak into the remaining goblin
Cailyn climbs up the stairs of the bleachers to get a better shot. She braces her arm on the railing, and steadies her aim at one of the ones at the door, taking a slow breath...
Then Ms Ashborn is on the ground laughing her bottom off.
That's... not normal, is it? Seeing the angry woman laugh at all would seem strange, but Here, Now...
No. She didn't really know the other woman, but just No.
Caiilyn looks around, seeing the goblin singing and staring with wicked glee at the grounded Ms. Ashborn. Images come to mind of her cousin doing something just minutes ago causing the same effect to a goblin.
"Hmm... you might be the cause of that." she says out loud as she changes her target, then lets her Ballista'ed crossbow fire.
Red Warrior - Laughing -2 AC
Blue Pyro - Torch is out and wet, No fire damage on attacks
The goblin menacing Tera screams as Cleo dives at it with a vengeance. By the time the owl takes wing again, the goblin's neck has been shredded. Cailyn's aim proves true and the horrid goblin song ends in a gurgles as she puts a bolt into the chanter's wide open mouth.
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Dare has never taken advice from a toff and isn't starting now. Plus Princess Crinklenose just stole her kill, which is just more to laugh (cry) about, and anyway the sight of that bolt going through the back of his skull is absolute high comedy.
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Lita takes the opening Scrapeknee provides, slashing upward and through a new gap in the goblin's defenses. She flashes an appreciative look to him, though she's already beginning to fix her attention on the next target.
"Good work, you're doing well."
Blue Pyro - Torch is out and wet, No fire damage on attacks
Lita's slash downs another of the goblins, leaving only the four arguing at the western edge of the square. The chanter and the two goblins with still lit torches notice what's happening and run back the way they came. The one that Scrapeknee doused stamps its foot and hollers at their backs.
The obscenities it uses have been banned from print by Magnimar's Council of Decency and Clean Language. The council's rulings have widely been ignored for the past thirty years however.
Lita takes the opening Scrapeknee provides, slashing upward and through a new gap in the goblin's defenses. She flashes an appreciative look to him, though she's already beginning to fix her attention on the next target.
"Good work, you're doing well."
"My first true battle" He admits. Training in the militia is one thing and patrolling the streets, breaking up disorderly conduct... but this? this is real battle and it is, frankly terrifying, but Sandpoint needs him.
The chanter and the two goblins with still lit torches notice what's happening and run back the way they came. The one that Scrapeknee doused stamps its foot and hollers at their backs.
Somehow he knows to his bones that if he ran as hard as he could and cast for water again, he still couldn't reach the goblins. They can out pace him. He's rarely resented his bad leg more.
And there is Joana, who he can help with. But...argh!
"We have to stop the torch bearers," He calls out, "Those of you near the Cathedral, please, stop them! I'll try to get to Joana in time to heal her..." He starts to race up towards the bleeding woman, weaving a way to avoid the former torch/now club wielder. But the fact, the FACT those torch bearers will likely start spreading fire else where eats at him.
"you like fire ,so much?" He snaps their direction and from his face, with the exhale, launches something that looks like a shooting star! It streaks the distance, and strikes one of the goblins bearing a still burning torch!
Scapeknee is almost startled out of the crises by the utter oddness of it Did I just shoot a small star OUT OF MY FACE?
But he refocues, "If the rest of you will hunt them down and deal with this one fellow I think I can save Joana!"
"Cleo!" Cailyn whistles and points at the feeling goblins, in a gesture that screams, stop eating you silly bird and go. Cleo, ever the good bird, takes wing and catches the fleeing goblin's easily pecking at one of their heads.
Cailyn meanwhile cranks her heavy crossbow with startling speed.
She begins to aim as she says "Can you see to Ms. Ashborn too, dear Scrapekn-- OH!" she exclaims as... as... "What Was That???" her shot hits the broadside of the tent instead of the target.
Red Pyro - 5/6 HP
Chanter - 6/9 HP
The cries of goblins come from where the shooting star Scrapeknee sends out explodes. Another goblin death scream sounds as Cleo's talons claim yet another of the greenskinned runts.
Those looking at Joanna see her turning pale as blood pools around the wound in her leg.
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Dare finally shakes off the urge to engage in this macabre hysteria and sits up, groaning, belly aching and tears staining her face. She looks around, seeing the pool of blood forming around Joanna. "F&%$!" I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead if they're dead.
She sees Conrad near Joanna. "Help her! I can't heal anyone."
She stands up, looking around . Over yonder there is Scrapeknee, tossing stars. "Oy! Weren't you healing people before? We got dying over here, and more than enough who can fight, so stop f$##ing showing off!"
Now Dare, Dare is only good for hurting things, or so she believes, so if the blue-dressed goblin that is about 30 feet away from her is still there, she takes one step toward it and casts acid splash at it.
But her eyes are blurred from the laughter still and the blob of acid flies wide.
Miss Ashborn's rise from halrity both distracts her from whatever just happened with Scrapeknee and settles the sense of wrongness that her laughter had caused earlier.
Unfortunately, it also makes her look over in that direction and sees Joanna in a pool of thick red. "Jo? Oh gods..." Her heart stops, everything stops.
Cailyn had avoided looking at the dead, firmly forcing herself to think about the moment and what needed to be done. But Joanna is about to become one and she cannot smother that image with logic.
Dare's spell sizzles as it impacts the ground well off from her target. The goblin finally seems to notice what the others did and gulps.
Elsewhere, the sounds of fighting continue, thankfully without goblins singing.
She stands up, looking around . Over yonder there is Scrapeknee, tossing stars. "Oy! Weren't you healing people before? We got dying over here, and more than enough who can fight, so stop f~~&ing showing off!"
Already feeling guilt for the fact someone may die because he might literally come up short, Scrapeknee realizes she has a point. Not that he was showing off intentionally. There's no time to explain all this, the healing, the shooting start coming out of his face, all of it is.. new!
And thus he is using tools he never knew he had!
From her point of view, he might indeed seem to be showing off. And someone IS dying.
And he SHOULD be able to help.
So he just nods and will try to continue on his path to Joana when he can
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Some might accuse the young master Willie of being chatty. True enough, it took a certain something to strike the gent mute. But springing back to avoid dirtying one's newly shined shoes in blood only to find the source of the crimson trickle being a family friend - that was certainly something.
Willie leapt forward to pale Joanna held aloft in the stout fellow's arms. What he would do in reaching her he had no earthly idea; the old bean was quite paralyzed at the moment, seized as it was with fright. What he did do - somewhat to his own surprise, limbs operating of their own volition - was shakily remove his suit jacket. He was wearing a rather sprightly young check for the festival occasion, to which he happened to be a good deal attached; he fancied it, in fact, more than a little. Some might perhaps call it a bit sudden till you got used to it, but, nevertheless, an extremely valiant effort, which many lads at the club and elsewhere had ogled unrestrainedly.
Some only to know which tailor to avoid, but that was their loss.
This the gentleman pressed against the young woman's leg, trying to stem the blood oozing there. Willie didn't possess the foggiest on how to apply first aid, but blood belonging within one's mortal container seemed as sound an idea as any. His increasingly slick fingers fumbled a knot, making a tourniquet out of one sleeve.
Willie's quick thinking, a rather unusual activity for the young chap, helps keep Joanna alive as Tera bangs on the door and yells that they needed help. A moment later, the doors open letting the Tera, Conrad, and Willie in. Father Zantus beckons you in close to him. Dozens of injured townsfolk gather round the priest as he prays to Desna and a wash of warmth flows over you as the area around the father glows like moon and star light.
Joanna stirs as the wound on her leg closes up and a little color returns to her cheeks. She looks up at Conrad and Willie.
"Th-thank you," she says weakly.
Meanwhile, outside, Cleo dives at another goblin, ripping the life from it before it can escape. Alas, the energies that tie the spectral owl to a corporeal form have been exhausted and she disappears before she can claim another kill. Cailyn sense a bit of frustration from Cleo as her consciousness returns to the glove she'd so often perched on in life.
The last goblin in the square panics and tries to dive into the well, only to get tangled up in the rope. It hangs suspended over the stone that keeps people from falling in, its struggles only tightening its bonds.
Dare runs around outside, possibly looking a bit mad, trying to make extra sure every goblin is gone or dead. If she sees any town guards, she will ask them to confirm if the town is safe.