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"It depends on the swarm, I guess. Something simple to eradicate and take its place, that's good for us. Not many apex predators or other pests will take lair where such a group lives. If we can pull it away and eliminate it with no risk, I think it's worth the resources."

"No alchemist fire here, but I've a few flasks of oil. If we need to burn it out, that should help. Any chance we could drag it out with some bait? A snared squirrel or somesuch, give us a chance to torch the bugs before they climb all bitey and such down our trousers?"

"Well, then. Ryar, I think you'll make a better scout than I will, especially in this clanky old armor. Why dont you take point, all sneaky an such, an we follow up with ranged support."

"Fair enough, lad. I can leave my shield and lose the scale mail for now. But that means sneakin' is my only option, cuz I dont wanna tussle wearing just my clothes, eh. If we wanna group up and recon in force, maybe we leave the lads here ta take some game and get everyone packed up an ready to go."

"A cave sounds good. If we can hide and disguise it, those stupid gobbos wont never see us. I'll take a look, see what I can spot, maybe take the lad with me to watch my back, eh?"

Orimmath heads out with the newcomer Edran to scout for a path and perhaps find the cave system.

Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 (+1 to follow tracks, +2 if dealing with goblinoids, +2 if Edran can provide AID)

"Very well, lad. Come with us, we will feed and clothes you for the moment. Can you use a weapon? If not, dont sweat it, but if you can, arm yourself and be ready to defend the group. "

"Psst! Over here, lad! Quick, quiet, cone this way!"

Orimmath remains in cover and readies his crossbow, keeping a close eye for whatever or whoever is following the man. He also keeps watch for hidden weapons or other betrayals from the man himself. At the moment he might call out to spoil their position, Orimmath is ready to put a bolt in his throat.

"I figger I'll let the gnome what can talk ta critters donthe herd gatherin', guess I'll go check around and make sure we're as secure as we think. No telling what kinda monsters lair around here, ya know."

Survival(+1 if tracking): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 (+2 if dealing with goblinoids)

Orimmath does as he suggests, heading out to round up some herd animals.

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 (+ any aid from capable NPCs)

"I imagine finding some of the loose domesticated animals will be of primary importance. Having milk, eggs, and the like will make our challenge of feeding everyone a lot easier. I reckon several of you were farmers or ranch hands, right? Maybe we can head out and find what fled, bring them back and get them sorted out."

Orimmath gladly removes his heavy pack and sorts through it, setting aside the survival gear, weapons and ammunition, and food supplies.

"At least some of you can use magic to create water, right? So that shouldn't be too big of a problem."

"Aye, lads. Let us go and vanish into the dark."

Orimmath takes the lit arrow and launches it into the explosive barrel.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 to hit

"I kin try, but it'll be a dicey proposition. Anyone feeling like a damned acrobat?"

Orimmath grabs some more arrows and then helps to lug the blasting powder barrel over toward the bridge.

"Where d'you want the 'splosives? Reckon they gotta go somewhere specific, like at the keystone or somesuch? Let's plant it and get a move on."

Has my "mini" moved? I cant tell from the map, thought I'd be about 10' closer after 2 5' steps towards E2.

Finally able to get in close combat, Orimmath charges the lieutenant, drawing his axe as he rushes to Arrack's side.

"Now ye bleed, hobbo scum!"

Charging power attack, hatred, favored enemy: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 17 to hit, for 1d10 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 10 slashing damage

AC 18 after charging

Orimmath moves forward and slings his circular throwing blade at the standing hobgoblin archer near the house.

Chakram: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 8 to hit for 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 slashing damage

"Blasted things never fly straight!"

Move north 20, shield at the ready, throw (miss) chakram

Shield at the ready, Orimmath draws one of his chakrams and steps 5' closer.

"Shoot the one on the left, then get in and chew em up!"

Orimmath levels the heavy crossbow and follows his own guidance, loosing his bolt at the hobgoblin standing near the shack on the left.

Thwipp!: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 + 2 = 9 to hit, hatred, for 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 piercing damage

Seeing the bolt go wide, he drops the empty crossbow and swings his shield into place, stepping a bit closer to the enemy.

"I'm better up close, but a volley or two of well aimed bolts and arrows should do a number on those gobbos. Maybe we all loose at one, then the next, try to drop them with focused fire before Arrack an me an the bug go toe to toe?"

"Well, what do you all say? One of their officers, a wolf, and two of the regular soldiers? Maybe we can pick one off with arrows and rush the guy on the bridge? Unless theres another way past, and we can set this barrel of splosives underneath before sneaking away."

"Well, looks like I found some of them splosives I was talking bout. Probably can use this to bring the bridge down, if we want."

Orimmath knocks his toes against the "stump removal" barrel.

"Okay, let's plan up, and get ready to move."

Orimmath grabs another quiver of arrows and slings it alongside the other one.

"Splosives? Like magic stuff? I hope that ain't the case, cuz we sure dont look like the wizardy types to me."

Orimmath remains near the doorway, crossbow leveled and eyes scanning for more threats.

"Other than papers and rations, find anything good? Any kore people in there, or weapons or armor?"

"Yah, lads! Gut the greenskinned bugger!"

Orimmath grins over the recoiling crossbows limbs as Arrack and others move to melee.

If the hobgoblin does not turn to engage, Orimmath moves to the other side of the doorway and fires into his back.

Heavy Crossbow: 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 14 to hit, favored enemy, masterwork bolt, hatred. For 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 piercing damage

"Shop's closed, gobbo. Time to get dragged outta there."

Hefting his crossbow and last masterwork bolt loaded, Orimmath moves up to the entrance as stealthily as he can.

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 stealth

He peeks around the corner and scans for immediate threats before sparing a glance for the fallen man.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15 (+2 vs goblinoids)

"Aye, like I said: get yourselves armed and ready. Move your feet and get into cover. We will go and slay more gobbo scum, and find anyone else who can get free. We meet up in the woods once we get clear of the town, and make sure the scum can't track us back to you."

Orimmath looks towards the Fine Shop and tries to scan for additional targets.

"Arrack, everyone else, you ready?"

"Good lad, good lass. There's shafts aplenty out yonder, and blades that should fit your hands. Arm up, grab some travel food, and be on your way. Happy hunting, and kill as many gobbos as you can."

Orimmath quickly looks through the smithy for anything of use, then makes ready to continue their path.

"Okay, you lot. What's next?"

Good luck with your procedure, Bollum!

Wishing you a speedy recovery.

Orimmath looks at the gouges and scratches, attempting to put together just what transpired here.

Survival for Tracking: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 (+2 vs goblinoids)

"Aye, lad, if there's younglings left, they can head out with Blondebeard. Best we clear this area soon and be on our way."

"Not plunder, salvage. This town ain't gonna last, and everyone who can swing a blade or draw a bow needs whatever they can use. Gear up, and strap in, this fight ain't over by a long shot."

Orimmath begins handing out weapons and gear to the citizens with a stern look. He does not accept refusals, ensuring everyone is carrying a blade of some sort.

"We mean to split, regroup in the woods, and see who we can save. I recommend you fill those skins, take the food and gear, and head that way."

He points into the woods, away from the attacking hobgoblins.

"We will be able to track you, and hopefully the gobbos will have enough to deal with with us, you can make good your escape. If you can carry it, maybe take some pig haunch. You'll need food, and those trail rations will last quite a bit longer than these swine."

Re-supplied with arrows, and his heavy crossbow once again locked and loaded, Orimmath moves around to the smithy for further salvage.

"Grab what ya can use off the dead gobbos. If they ain't got a working bow among em, you use this one Marlin. We need to move, and fast. This band is big, well equipped, and more than ready to kill. "

Orimmath helps everyone out of the smithy, then aids with relieving the dead of their goods.

"Aye, Arrack, I'll leave those two to you lads!"

Orimmath stows his longbow and moves to the side of the smithy, looking to help pull thatch down or open doors/windows/whatever is handy.

"Blondebeard, time ta get you out outta there! Clear the doors or go through the hatch! An if ya got water, douse the embers fast!"

Move stow weapon, move to side of building.

"Hey, this shooting goblins trick, it's starting ta feel pretty darn good! My thanks for the bow, Barhador, it works a charm!"

Dropping the crossbow at his feet, Orimmath draws out his new longbow before nocking and arrow and letting it fly, again sidestepping generally towards the hobgoblins.

"Aye! Get the thatch down and maybe they can climb out through."

As he looses his shaft, he snarls at the goblinoids.

"As for you, here ya go, gobbo!"

1d20 + 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 1 + 2 + 2 = 22 to hit, for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 piercing damage

Free action drop crossbow, move action draw longbow, standard action shoot at Blue, 5' step SW.

Orimmath takes a step away from the smithy and grabs up the crossbow, leveling it at the blue hobgoblin and firing it.

"Here ya go, ya green skinned bastard!"

1d20 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 23 to hit (favored enemy, hatred, masterwork bolt), for 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 piercing damage

"Surrender? Ha ha ha, you gobbos sure think highly of yourselves. Drop yer blades and hit the dirt, an' ye might keep yer blood an' bits inside of yer stinkin' hides."

"A waste o' good ale this is! Damnable gobbo filth always burnin' folks houses down!"

Orimmath grabs the small keg of ale from his pack, broaches the top, and tosses it onto the red hot iron causing the flames.

"Oy! Blondebeard, its Orimmath and some others. If'n you're still in there, don't shoot. We're tryin' ta put the smithy outta burnin' down!"

"We should move fast and light. If they're taking captives, we can trail them, harass them, and pick off their rear guard. Maybe we can rescue our fellow citizens while the raid is on the move."

Orimmath waits for everyone to take what they want, ask questions of the hobgoblin, and keeps watch for any additional threats.

"Ready to go?"

"How are ye fairing, Killeen? Anyone else mobile and fightin'? Anything else sides hobs ye seen tearing up the place? Bigguns like bugbears er ogres er anythin' worse?"

Orimmath stalks towards the injured goblin with caution, trying to watch both Killeen and the foe simultaneously.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 stealth
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14 perception (+2 vs goblins)

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 CLW to Orimmath

Fully healed!

"My thanks, lad! Now let's keep moving, eh?"

CLW? Best to heal up while its possible.

"If ye can use it, I can do with some healing magic. Bet Arrack can use it, too, now I look at 'im."

Orimmath looks sadly st the ruined shrine, and swears under his bteath.

"Blasted gob scum. By my beard I hate them so much."

Looking out the windows, he scans for more threats.

"We should move. No telling when they'll head this way. Maybe the smithy? Or the militia barracks, if we can make it essily."

Yeah, no worries on the composite longbow. I'll take the spare one if noone else wants it.

"Watch yer backs, but that stuff might be crucial. I'll take point."

Orimmath moves in, crossbow loaded with a masterwork bolt and head swinging left and right to check the area.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 stealth
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 perception (+2 vs goblinoids)

"Do we know what these potions do? If they're curative, that will help us push on and fight our way out of this fray."

Orimmath scoops up a bow and quiver, testing the draw strength before stowing his axe and shield. He then retrieves the heavy crossbow and re-winds the mechanism to load it.

"I can put a shot in and then follow up like before, should be a good tactic to practice going forward."

Seeing another hobgoblin savaging his new companions, Orimmath dashes in and swings with a massive overhand chop at the threat.

"Now ye get ta join yer pals, in the Boneyard!"

1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 2 + 2 - 1 = 26 charging power attack, favored enemy, hatred, for 1d10 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 13 slashing damage

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 to confirm, for 2d10 + 12 ⇒ (2, 1) + 12 = 15 additional damage

Grinning with bared teeth over his beard, Orimmath brings his axe down on the hobgoblin between himself and Arrack.

1d20 + 3 + 2 + 1 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 2 + 1 + 2 - 1 = 25 to hit, favored enemy, hatred, flank, power attack, for 1d10 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 12 slashing damage

"Yeah, boyos, now we chop some gob scum in two, get nice an' bloody with them!"

"I'm coming, Arrack Wolf Guy! Try to leave me some gobbos to slay!"

Orimmath moves as fast as he can, closing in on the melee with Arrack, the insect, and the remaining hobgoblins.

Double move to flank the remaining hob. I think I have enough movement.

Dropping the crossbow, Orimmath dons his shield and moves south, tucking into the corner of the building just in front of him, drawing his axe as he does.

"Bloody archers, bloody arrows..."

"Thwippp"

1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 9 to hit vs flat footed, (mwk bolt, hatred, favored enemy), for 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 piercing damage

"You got it, Ryar. Gotta kill these gobbos quick!"

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15 stealth (now with 100% more ACP)

Orimmath stands his ground, in front of Ryar, and prepares to loose a bolt at green hobgoblin.

"I think I got a bead on one o' the gobs. If'n yeah can get their beasty on side, great. If not, big man's right, wolf pelt an' wolf meat'll do right fine for forest rations. "

Orimmath moves to get as clear a crossbow shot as he can, drawing aim at the left most hobgoblin.

"I got left, take your shot on the right one, Barhador."