Ysme sets one hand to the most grievous wound murmurs a quick prayer, & the wound scabs over. Then she slashes once more at the surrounding Goblins.
Eli hefts his spear and tries to drive it into the cougar past Ysme.
Eli's spear fails to connect with the quick feline.
With a snarl it lashes out at Ventus and Ysme.
Doran pulls a handful of bolts from his quiver and begins to reload his weapon. "Reloadin'! Keep 'em busy!" he calls to his companions, trying to slot the projectiles into the magazine as quickly as possible.
Ysme's claws fail to catch hold in the feline's tough hide.
Ensu steps forward to fend it off long enough for others to get into position.
The flame-wielding goblins advances on the angry dwarf.
Pirknok roars in anger and pain, steps back, and swings his axe again.
"Someone needs to help Pirknok!" Eli calls out as he tries to lever the cougar into the briars with his longspear.
The cougar snarls and unleashes its fury on those threatening it.
The vicious feline's bite opens a nasty wound bringing Ysme to her knees but Ventus fairs better, batting away its claws with his shield.
Ensu retrieves the healing wand and touches the wounded paladin with it.
Ysme, touches one of her wounds and prays to Shelyn for healing before clawing at the beast from the ground.
Ensu releases another wave of healing energy over the party, again wrapping it around his foes so that they don't get the benefit of it.
His weapon now loaded with a fresh clip, Doran leveled his crossbow and took another pair of shots at the cat.
Both shots miss their target, one only because of the cover provided by the front rank.
***
The heavily wounded goblin closes on Pirknok with murder in his eyes.
"Die fat longshank!"
But in his zeal, the fiery weapon only burns through the adjacent wall of nettles.
"How uhbout YOU die! Ya shoulda bin dedd alreddy, now die!" Pirknok steps back and swings again.
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Powered by his pain, Pirknok's weapon slams into the murderous goblin, splitting him in half and splattering the adjacent wall of foliage with gore.
o·ver·kill /ˈōvərˌkil
Noun
The amount by which destruction or the capacity for destruction exceeds what is necessary.
Excessive use, treatment, or action; too much of something: "animators now face technology overkill".
Eli continues to try to distract the cougar with his longspear. "If I just... Hit him now!" he exclaims in his efforts.
The deadly feline proves to not so easily be distracted and tears into Ysme and Ventus again.
Ysme returns the favor with a flash of her own claws.
But the firepelt cougar is too nimble for her and easily avoids her attacks.
Ventus's blade catches the cougar in the chest and with one more feral growl, it collapses to the ground.
The whole area has grown suddenly deathly quiet.
Pirknok makes his way back over to the rest of the group, looking tired. "Eli, ah found thuh guy castin' spells. He wuz uh goblin. Ah jest... need ta sit down uh bit..."
With a stretch, he lowers himself to the ground, trying to avoid getting any more blood on him, and begins breathing deeply.
"We could all use a break," Ventus said, looking at the bloodied state of Pirknok, Ysme and himself.
"Ensu, Eli, you two got anything?"
"If not, I still have some recuperative power left." Ysme adds, though a pensive look crosses her face immediately after, "I think..."
After a few moments of reflection during which the others are entertained by an assortment of winces, gasps & twitches as she contemplates the events of the battle, Ysme's expression brightens & she steps over to 'Ventus & Pirknock, lightly pressing her hands to the two of them near the most grievous of their wounds.
The dwarf looks up at Ysme and smiles gratefully. "Thanks. Sorry ah couldn't stop thet goblin frum callin down thuh rocks on you guys. Ah'm glad everybody's mos'ly okay."
"At least we all managed to stay conscious this time; I suppose that's an improvement all things considered." Ensu pulls out the wand and starts healing up those not topped off by another wave of healing energy.
The dwarf blinks a few times, shuddering as the healing energy creeps across his skin.
"It was a good move, Pirknok, we'd have been in much more dire straits if he had kept casting. Everyone good to move on? If they didn't know we're here, they do now."
"Ah'm reddy." Hoisting himself to his feet, the dwarf looks around at the others and waits for Ventus to take the lead.
A quick search of the goblins and surrounding area reveals a pair of potions (CLW and CMW) and assorted coins and bits of jewelry totaling 150gp.
Eli, leaning on his spear, nods. "I have some infusions left that I can whip up in a minute or two if needed." he says. He looks over the carnage. "I'm happy to move along. I'd rather not spend any more time in this mess than absolutely necessary." he says.
With no small amount of caution, the group makes its way across the perilous rope bridge connecting the mainland to the pseudo-island of Thistletop. On the other side, walls of some sort of structure built into the massive statue's head immediately come into view. After determining it's safe, Ventus pushes the front doors open.
The floor of this room is hard-packed soil, as if the builders either ran out of lumber after building the walls and roof, or as if they simply never thought about building a floor. A number of poorly preserved horse and dog heads are mounted along the eastern wall, while along the southern wall hangs a pair of large black-feathered wings tacked to the wall with daggers.
Several closed doors line the walls of this room and a hallway opens east (eventually ending at another door).
Pirknok approaches the wings, frowning in anger and sorrow.
Losing interest in the feathery, bird-like remains, Pirknok goes over to the western door and listens carefully.
Pirknok hears nothing on the side of the door.
Opening said doors, he finds a short hallway ending in another pair of heavy doors. Opening these he finds a storage room with an open flight of wooden stairs winds up to a trap door in the ceiling, thirty feet above.
The barrels lining the walls appear to be filled with nothing but pickles. Partially eaten remains of the tasty treats lay scattered across the floor. More closed doors appear on the northern wall.
Doran follows after Pirknok, weapon clutched tightly as he prepares to go through the door.
Looking at the mutilated wings, Ysme whispers. "Might be an effigy of the Demon Prince of the Air. The mother of Monsters him with a passion & supposedly commands all her worshipers to do likewise."
At the others incredulous gazes, Ysme responds. "What? You learn a lot of euphemisms for Evil deities in Theological discussion. Never know when using their proper name will attract their attention."
"Wasn't there some kind of nastiness back in Sandpoint to do with birds?" Ventus said with a frown. His encounter with the extraplanar abomination had left his head rather addled, it was a little hard to remember things he knew he should know.