I keep making promises and they don't pan out, so I took the time today to write out a recap of the PBP games I am in I am at work now, but I will post it soon, late, late tonight or tomorrow. Sorry for the wait.
After watching their companion be decapitated by Rince, the two standing goblins shriek and attack the young hero. They swing thier torches madly. The first goblin lands a glancing blow The torch singes Rince across his forearma and hand. The other goblin can not get a lick in.
The goblin felled by Marius's grease spell is able to crawl out of the slippery goo and back to his warchanter.
Warchanter's turn. She stops alters her singing and sings high shrill warbling note. .
Rince stares at the headless corpse insurprise and then shakes his head trying to get the strange warbbling of the warchanter out of his head.
The vile song has no effect on him.
Marius with his staff in one hand he raises his other hand as a splash of acid is hurled toward the goblin singing.
Ranged Touch attack for Acid Splash 1d20 + 2 = 18
Damage = 1d3 = 3
Snap! Time accelerates and suddenly Vaclav can not act quickly enough. Chaos swirls around him. Stepping forward he nocks and looses another clothyard shaft.
Onagella charges the nearest goblin, careful to avoid the grease patch.
Attack roll 11+3+1+2=17
Damage 4+2+2=8
Sunshine moves forward ready to attack any goblin that attacks Onagella.
The heroes respond in a flurry.
Marius conjures a dark green and sizzling bolt of acid that scars the singing goblin. She staggers backwards but still stands.
Vaclav pins the goblin attempting to rise to his feet with an arrow. The mangy creature shudders and lies still, its blood mixing with Marius's magically conjured grease.
Onagella charges forth. She bats away the nearest goblins attempt at defense and drives the sharp end of her pick into its chest. It falls lifeless to the ground.
Having almost been the victim of one of it's baleful dirges Rince charges the Warcasteraiming a firm blow in an attempt to stop it's caterwauling for good.
Tzoltan rises slowly from behind his meager cover, watching the charging combatants with wide-eyed surprise and concern. He thinks to himself, "I am surrounded by the most aggresively violent group of people I've ever met." He gazes, almost slack-jawed at the devatsation being wrought before him as he wonders if Rince's headlong actions are deliberate tactical decisions or the manifestation of a deeply troubled psyche. He partially recovers himself, looking around the immediate area.
(Tzoltan scans the area for any further goblins that might be approaching, or any other potential danger. Spot check = 18)
I will go for Girst sometime tonight.
I will go for Girst sometime tonight.
Got sidetracked and bad news - I have to have surgery on Monday . . .which means this weekend is full of grad apps, research papers, and short story editing. Monday, will be out of comission, but the operation (for a hernia) is an outpatient deal . . .I will be sore for a week, but starting Tuesday I will probably do more pbp than normal as I will likely be in front of my computer screen full-time.
If Girst does not respond in by Tuesday, let's look for a new player to fill his shoes.
Rince charges the warchanter, bounding over the grease, and bringing his sword down on the fiend with an overwhelming chop. The little bugger falls silent.
Girst launches a crossbow bolt that does the same to the remaining goblin.
Despite the momentary victory, shrill goblin shrieks still erupt from all over town.
Girst looks shaken. As the group gathers to go protect more people, he says, "I am afraid this is not for me."
Tzoltan continues to look around, and listen for the sounds of combat, a look of concern on his face.
OOC: It sounds like there is still lots of activity going on around town. Where is the nearest? What sort of things can we hear / see? If it doesn't appear too foolhardy, Tzoltan will creep in that direction, keeping concealed and trying to peek.
I'm not sure if this is a spot or listen check, but I rolled a 5, so it probably doesn't matter.
Rince again finds himself staring down at the corpse of a defeated foe.
The cries of those around him soon impinge on his reverie and he looks around for more enemies...........
"We should go to the fire. Even if we can't do much to put it out, we can protect other people who can. Sunshine, Heel." Onagella shoulders her axe and sets off at a brisk pace, scanning from side to side for goblins as she marches.
"Agreed, Onagella. If you'll give me a moment to recover my arrows first. Rince, are you with us? Sir, wizard?" Then to Girst, "Don't be yellow-livered, man. You've done well so far. It's your duty to see this through."
Tzoltan looks back and forth between the dwarf lady and the singer. He's clearly conflicted as to whether he should slink away from further danger, but finally makes his decision. Cementing an almost comical look of determination on his face, he follows the dwarf lady toward the smoke. Of course, he remains far enough behind her so that he's no where near the front line, continuously checking that his grip on his hammer is firm. He hopes that more will join them so he can slide even further back in the formation.
The initial surprise of the goblin raid has seemed to pass. The goblins seem to be losing ground.
Chaos still rings through the town, with plumes of smoke and dancing flame still sprining up in small patches; however, in many corners townsfolk scare off goblins with pitchforks and swords, where in many other areas goblins run scared accidently skewering one and another or lighting each other on fire . . .of course the incident is not wholly comical or safe.
A scream, almost girlish, erupts from a well-dressed foppish man. He tumbles to the ground as his horse is cut out from underneath him by a fierce looking goblin that sits astride a savage looking dog. 4 other goblins hop about waiting to join the action. The defensless man is about 90 feet to the north. The gobnlins seem not to see you.
What do you do?
"Look there!" Vaclav points out the endangered man. "let's go!" He begins to run toward the new melee, nocking an arrow as he moves.
"What is it with the friggin vicious dogs?" Tzoltan skids to a halt, having no interest in getting any closer. "Alright, this is now the third time I'm regretting leaving my crossbow at home. What possible use could I have for it at the festival, I asked myself? Goblin assault, on big ugly dogs, that's what. Dammit."
Onagella points. "Sunshine, defend that man." She then begins moving forward, calling back over her shoulder "That singer had a crossbow. Get his or find another, or find something to throw."
...whine?
Rince will move towards the melee probably moving next to Ongella who he realises is a formidable warrior and all-round good person to stand 'shield to shield' with - hoping to get to within charge range of the 'freak on a beast' next round.
Tzoltan skids to a halt and slaps himself on the forehead. "Stupid! Why didn't I think of that?" He changes directtion, running at top speed back toward the location of the previous battle. "I'll be right back!" He calls over his shoulder as he dashes away.
Sunshine yips frantically at Onagella as Vaclav fires an arrow that turns the beasts' attention towards the group. Rince stands at the ready his eyes alert and set on the mounted goblin and his 'dog'; Tzoltan rushes over to the fallen goblins and begins frantically searching for something.
We will give Onagella and Marius until tomorrow afternoon to go, then the surprise round is over.
"Yoink!" Tzoltan grabs the short bow and arrows. He turns toward the now-joined battle, but then changes his mind, crouching back down to grab more loot.
Onagella advances another 20 feet trying to keep an open line to charge the goblins.
Marius only holding a staff begins to move up towards the goblins as stealthily as possible.
Hide check 1d20 + 2 = 20
Move Silently check 1d20 + 2 = 20
And seems to be doing a fairly good job of it!
The goblins have turned their attention to the group, leaving the noble to cower behind them. The bulk of their chittering, gibberish, and high-pitched squeals seemed to be focused at Rince, Vaclav, and Onagella. Marius seems to have wandered out of sight.
Calling again on Erastil, Vaclav closes to 30 feet and fires at his clearest target, preferably the mounted goblin.
Vaclav's to hit (1d20+3=16)
Arrow damage (1d8+1=7)
Marius begins casting a summon monster 1 (celestial dog) while hiding out of sight of the goblins as best he can.
The dog will arrive at the beginning of Marius' next turn.
Tzoltan scoops up the gold and the potion, stuffs them in his belt pouch, then runs back in the general direction of the battle carrying the bow and arrows. He's obviously very excited. "Hey guys! I looted my first enemy!"
Onagella raises her axe and advances 40 more feet towards the goblins.
With a quick prayer to his god, Vaclav unleashes an arrow that plunges deep into the mounted goblin's shoulder. The force of the blow nearly dislodges the big-headed fiend from his ugly mount, but he manages to stay on. He barks some orders in the goblin tongue, his shrill voice tinged with pain.
Tzoltan watches as Marius begins a complicated chanting; he turns away for a second to sweep some items up into his bag, and he rushes forward to rejoin the group.
The mounted goblin backs his dog up a bit and unleashes an arrow at Vaclav ; the arrows whips past the priest's cheek but causes no damage.
Rince utters a quick prayer and charges full pelt at the Goblin Dog rider .
Another foolhardy charge (1d20+6=15, 1d10+2=7)
If he slices up his opponent as he expects to he'll glare at the remaining goblins and bellow:
'Surrender and Live. Flee and Live. Face us and you'll surely die !'
Rince tries to scare (Intimidate) away mini goblin Horde (if appropiate) (1d20+6=19)
Rince charges in wildly. With a mighty swing of his sword he decapitates the mounted goblin. The round, grotesque head rolls silently to the dirt street.
Rince shouts a bellowing challenge at the remaining goblins, but it losees some emphasis due to the goblin's mounts sudden and vicious attack. Rince is able to sidestep the vicious lunge of the mangy animal, but its move attack has flamed the rest of the goblins bloodthirst. 3 goblins move in on Rince, one charges Vaclav.
The three begin swinging away at overspent and surrounded fighter. .
The three goblins hop about with two of the sneaky buggers landing cuts across Rinces ribcage and thigh. Deep cuts that begin to seep blood weaken the fighter.
The remaining goblin unleashes a shrill screech and charges Vaclav. . The little freak ends up tripping over his own dogslicer and lands prone about 15 feet from Vaclav. He rubs his head, slightly dazed.
Vaclav grins as he momentarily considers shooting the prone goblin before him, but his erstwhile comrade-in-arms needs help. Dropping the long bow, he rushes to Rince's side, drawing his morning star as he goes. He swings at one of the goblins to Rince's right.
After quite a long time of chanting, a celestial dog materializes 25 feet away from Marius towards the action. Marius commands the dog to attack and growl at the goblins as he rushes forward casting another acid splash.
Dog charges the nearest goblin, hopefully one being flanked by either of the two fighters and smites evil as it does.
Dog melee attack 1d20 + 8 [(attack 4)+ (charge 2) + (flanking 2)] = 20
Dog damage 1d4 + 4 [(attack 3) + (smite evil 1)] = 7
Marius acid orb attack surges forth on the nearest goblin to him.
Touch attack 1d20 + 2 = 5