Cort gritted his teeth as the arrow punched into his leg. Glaring fiercely at the goblin who missed him, he shouted at Cormot, "Git that gob with the stick!" Cormot growled in response, and shuffled forward to savage the archer while Cormot swung with both hands at the other goblin.
Cort swings hard with his staff but once he shifts his weight to the leg with the arrow in it pain flares up and stumbles to one knee and misses the goblin by a mile.
Cormot scampers up to the goblin archer and latches on to his leg with a savage snarl and the goblin yells in pain and starts kicking at the badger.
The bugbear stalks up to \-*^/ and faints with his sword and awkwardly lashes his whip at his legs but \-*^/ easily steps out of the way.
As the badger breaks loose from his leg the goblin hastily grabs another arrow and jumps back. He pulls back the string and launches the arrow at Cormot and it narrowly misses stabbing into the ground.
Looking down at the dwarf (well maybe eye to eye) the goblin makes a swift jab at Cort grazing his right shoulder opening a small cut.
Feeling the anger build again at being attacked and reacting purely on recent memory, the Half-Orc reaches inside himself and releases another bolt of his Eldritch might right at the Bugbear.
The bugbear quickly ducks and the blast flies over his shoulder and he sweeps his sword around aiming for \-*^/ vulnerable belly. \-*^/ at the last second leaps back and the sword shreds his shirt even more.
Cort winced as he got knicked again. Deciding to try to fight on the ground, Cort again tried a double handed swing at the pesky goblin.
Cormot hissed at the archer and followed, clawing and biting with all his might.
The dwarf glanced over where the halforc was blasting with strange magic. Ah, a sorcerer, I guess he thought.
Cort swings his staff around and lands a crushing blow on the goblins knee and a loud pop can be plainly heard. The goblin yelps in pain and limps back a step.
Cormot tears into the goblin furiously biting and clawing anything he can reach. The goblin manages to kick off the badger but is bleeding profusely from several wounds.
The bugbear steps forward swings his sword in an overhead chop down towards \-*^/ but he misjudges the distance and hits only air.
With his knee failing to hold his weight the goblin clumsily swings his sword at Cort and cuts away a good size chunk of fur and leather from his chest. Cort quickly realizes that his armor saved him from a terrible wound.
The goblin grabs an arrow and fearing the badger would attack again quickly fires at the animal. The risk payed off as the arrow pierces the badgers shoulder.
Roderick, off in the shadows watches as the guard is thrown to the ground from the javelin and then pounce on by two more goblins. Grabbing his bow he notches and arrow and let fly at one of the goblins.
With his eyes not adjusted to the darkness quit yet the arrow flies over the goblins head.
Further along the tree line more goblins pour into camp three overwhelm a guard and slaughter him as two more fire bows into the camp. Behind the goblin you can see two large shapes step out of the trees heading for camp.
Fair Tuon Clawed carefully watches the fight developing and tries to assess the more dangerous targets. Briefly his eyes flash red like rubies in the night.
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Then he strides up to Bri calling for the Roderick to move closer. By the time he reaches the halfling, Tuon has his sword and shield at the ready.
Cormot lunges at the goblin but in spite of his injuries he dodges away.
"Beeeg Furvey Deevill. Now ZU Die!" With this yell of anger and frustration, the memoryless Half-Orc reaches even deeper into his being and launches more of his magical essence at the bugbear.
The blast flies from his hand and slams into the bugbears chest scorching a large hole in his armor and blackening the skin underneath. The bugbear howls in pain but swings in with his whip once again.
The whip wraps around \-*^/'s leg and the bugbear tugs hard trying to trip him.
The Bugbear staggers back from the Half-Orc's arcane blast. He tries to set himself, wrap the whip around the Half-Orc's leg, and pull. The Bugbear has no leverage though, and the Half-Orcs plants himself firmly. The Half-Orc smiles at his enemy's disadvantage and searches deep within himself once again sending his eldritch might at the large goblinoid.
\-*^/ pulls back his leg ripping the whip from the bugbears hand as another jet of energy shoot wide of his head.
"Hurry 'n die!" Cort shouted, swinging again.
Meanwhile, Cormot's mind is filled with rage, and he savages the archer.
Cort exchanges a few faints and lands a devastating blow to the goblins neck, bones crack and the goblin collapses his head twisted completely around.
Cormot in his rage leaps at the goblin but miraculously the agile warrior stays just out of reach.
Seeing his closest ally fall the bugbears grin slowly fades from his face and his frustration from not being able to hit an unarmed unarmored half-orc reaches it's breaking point.
"Raaaaaa" lunging forward with a savage yell he grabs his sword with both hands and swings at \-*^/ neck. \-*^/ ready for the savage blow twists backward only gets a large cut on his chin instead of loosing his head.
Staying just out of reach of the ravenous badger the goblin grabs an arrow and as he pulls back the string his bow shatters. The top half slams into his face knocking him on his back and into darkness.
Two guard jump behind some barrels and start launching arrows at the goblins streaming into camp. One goblin staggers with an arrow in his leg but the other arrow misses its mark.
The one of the goblins standing over the guard swings down his morningstar crushing the poor mans head. The other leaps toward Bri slashing with is spiked club but swings wide of his mark as she agilely leaps out of the way.
Out of the corner of his eye, the Half-Orc catches the destruction of the goblin and the hands of his Dwarf savior. The momentary destraction almost costs the Warlock dearly but is able to avoid a death swing from the Bugbear and only catches a cut along his face.
His hand goes to the wound and pulls away a weak stream of blood. Then glancing back at the Bugbear with renewed anger he strikes out with another blast of Eldritch might. "Die! Now!"
The bugbear stagger back as another blast of energy hits him. Snarling he delivers a quick thrust towards \-*^/. His large sword stabs the half-orc in his unprotected upper chest.
Cort grinned as his blow damn near took the goblin's head off. "Ha! How d'ye like-" he was saying as he turned towards the bugbear, and saw the halforc fall to the ground, slipping free of the blade in his chest. "Bastard!" Cort shouted at the bugbear. "I jest patched 'im up!" The druid then staggered on his wounded leg and advanced, swinging mightly.
Cormot is savaging away; he's pissed about the arrow business.
The end of the quarterstaff smashes into the bugbears throat crushing his larynx and he collapses choking on his own blood.
Cormot scrambles toward the downed goblin and tears out his throat with a savage shake of his head.
Two guard jump behind some barrels and start launching arrows at the goblins streaming into camp. One goblin staggers with an arrow in his leg but the other arrow misses its mark.
The one of the goblins standing over the guard swings down his morningstar crushing the poor mans head. The other leaps toward Bri slashing with is spiked club but swings wide of his mark as she agilely leaps out of the way.
Bri jumps to the side as the club flies past her. She pulls up her crossbow back yet again and lets an arrow fly towards the Goblin Bri tries to step back to get out of the way of the goblin. Tuon, can you help here?"
The crossbow bolt flies over the goblins shoulder narrowly missing him.
For Cort and \-*^/
Here is the situation.
\-*^/ is has hp of -4 and not stable yet, Cort and Cormot are injured but far from in trouble and the two goblins and bugbear are dead.
Cort winced as he touched the arrow wound gingerly. Glancing down, he saw that the half-orc was still bleeding out. "Damn!" he cursed, carefully lowering himself to get a good look at the half orc. He then treated the wounds, cursing the entire time.
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He then looked over as Cormut suddenly exhausted himself. "Cormut, help me find a safe place," he ordered, carefully extracting the arrows from himself and his badger. He then picked up the halforc in a fireman's carry, grunting at his extreme weight.
Cort looks around and gets his barrings and remembers there is a small grove of trees he has stayed at in the past that is quit protected.
Cort lifts the half-orc and carries him the half mile to the grove and lays him in some leaves.
The grove is pretty much the same as Cort last saw it, two large trees next to each other finally joined about eight feet up and formed a small cave closed on three sides. Behind the tree is a shear cliff preventing anyone from approaching from behind and the whole area is surrounded by thick willows hiding the grove from the casual passer by.
The Half-Orc lays there unconscious in the grove. His breathing is weak but steady, and the Dwarf was able to stop the flow of blood from his many wounds.
Cort spends most of the day gathering fire wood and making the grove a little more comfortable for the injured half-orc. Over the next two day \-*^/ and Cormots wound start to heal under Cort care and even his leg is feeling better, only the slightest limp is left.
Final during the second day \-*^/ starts finally regains consciousness and finds Cormot the badger staring at him as Cort is out gathering some food.
The Half-Orc's breathing is less shallow. He can feel soft dirt and dry leaves under his face. Light starts to enter through his opening eye lids. "Uuuuuuu," he moans slightly in a husky voice. "Vut happeeened?" Slowly his eyes focus. He is in a shaded, hidden grove. He sits up and looks around and sees the 'furvey deevil' from before when he was inside the cave, but this time he remembers that the creature is an ally of the Dwarf.
"Zo my furvey friend, Vhere eis zat Dwarf of zours?"
Taking in a few deep breaths, his stomach rumbles like an earthquake. The Half-Orc is very hungry.
Roderick, with bow still in hand, knocks another arrow and searches for a good target. Speaking quietly to himself, "OK vermin, If we are going down, then so are you." At this he launches the arrow at a suitable target.
Rodericks arrow flies at the goblin that just finished off the guard and his aim was true but it glances off the goblins armored shoulder.
Further down the camp the goblins surround a wagon and two fire back arrows at the guards behind the barrels neither coming close to hitting anything but the ground. The other two grab anything they can and start throwing it in the wagon.
Tuon attacks the goblin at Bri.
"We could be here a while," he murmurs to himself.
Then he tries to spot the large threats in the shadows.
"Rod, get closer, I can't protect over there."
As the goblin nimbly jumps back from the sword swing Tuon notices two dog headed creatures leading the two largest wolves he has ever seen into the fire light towards the wagon the goblins have surrounded. The worgs growl and snap at their masters trying to join in on the fight but one of the gnolls lays into one with his whip and maintains order.
The two guards, though visibly shaken from the huge worgs, continue to fire at the goblins shooting arrows at them. One arrow sticks into the wagon and another arrow catches the goblin in the throat sending him to the ground.
Bri continues to hop around staying out of the goblins reach as he growls in fury with not being able to hit her.
Now that the guards is dead the goblin turns to Tuon and swings a heavy backhand into Tuons leg but his armor dampens the blow.
The Half-Orc looks over at Cormot, "Zo, Vhere eees zour' frieeend zat?" He then stands up and walks slowly around the hidden glade to get movement back into his body. "Zo," he asks himself quiety, "Who am I, and vy am I here?"
Bri takes 5 steps away from the Goblin that is attacking her. Grabbing yet another bow she reloads her bow and aims yet again at the goblin hoping that she doesn't trip and accidentally shoot Tuon instead. Bri looks towards Tuon hoping that he can attack from behind while the goblin is hurt from her hit. Tuon, attack it while it is hurt"
Bri's crossbow bolt catches the goblin right in the chest stabbing through his armor and into his heart. He gaps at the halfling and collapses to the ground.
Roderick looking around, then looking at Tuon, "Brother, I'm going for the leaders. Take out this fodder surrounding you, then let's focus on those dog-stinks. Kill the leaders and we should create chaos throughout their ranks."
As he is screaming this, the Ranger is moving into a strategic position for distance and Line-of-Sight to fire at one of the Gnolls. Probably the one barking the most orders.
Tuon moves towards the wagon and stops. He braces himself for the battle.
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Roderick charges toward the gnolls and lets an arrow fly, it strikes the one barking and yelping at the goblins right in the throat. The gnoll's yelps quickly turn to a gurgle as he falls forward into a campfire and the night air fills with the stench of burnt hair.
Two goblins draw two arrows and turn their bows on Roderick, firing at the ranger.
The arrows soar at Roderick and one grazes his arm leaving a deep cut and the other drivers through his armor into his hip.
The other two goblin try to calm the worg as it goes berserk from seeing it's master on fire.