"Damn. I hate goblins." I mutter upon seeing the little buggers and dash into the room towards one of them that's standing near an oven. I draw my shortsword in a fluid motion as I come to a halt, and start to cautiously advance on the goblin, trying to drive him back into the oven.
Slidell steps to the left following Vesh, "Wow. What a mess. And I thought YOU were bad Veren!"
He then stops as what he is seeing sinks in.
"Oh,... Bother. Here we go again."
He instinctively swings his crossbow and fires at the nearest goblin, not realizing that Veran is charging past him even as he fires,...
To hit w/ crossbow: (1d20+3=15)
Upon seeing the smoke and smelling the goblin-stench of the room, Salome veils her face and sets her jaw.
From the doors, she lifts her ankh, and motioning in a figure-eight, she recites a prayer.
If Ehlissa delays until now (see revised initiative below), she can attack a red goblin since they are no longer flat-footed. Also, I have not put Veren on the map. I'm okay with him participating, but I don't think he would do anything helpful or fancy without Naelah or someone with Handle Animal directing him. So if you want to add him in, by all means, do so. But he must always take the most direct route to attack the nearest foe and stay on that foe until it is down or until another foe hits him. Does that sound fair?
Her strict code allowing her to do nothing else, Ehlissa waits for the goblins to become aware of their presence before leaping into the fray. "Die, goblin filth!" She cries, charging one of the goblins.
Longsword attack (+1 From Bless +2 From Charge). (1d20+9=15)
I dodge to the left and make to stab the goblin with my shortsword, pulling the sword back at the last moment and impaling the chittering goblin on my rapier.
As my blade perforates the goblin I notice something with sharp looking teeth in the corner "There in the corner! I thought I saw something with yellow eyes and fangs!" I shout to the rest of the group.
Salome is about to head toward the sailor when something ominous catches her eye. "I see it too!" Momentarily forgetting the goblins, she moves toward the shadowy menace and readies her scimitar. "Sarenrae, give thy light that I may fight this darkness."
Perception: Perception Check (1d20+4=22)
"What? Where?!?" Cries Slidell, looking at the opposite corner while fumbling with his crossbow.
Veren Starts to get Slidell's attention, but is jostled by his master's turning in the wrong direction, and when he looks back, what he thought he saw is gone.
Slidell & Veren's Perception rolls: (1d20-1=11, 1d20+5=19)
Caught up in the flurry of battle, the swordswoman is distracted by the prospect of goblin knives. Mustn't get cocky now I've got some steel between me and the the little blighters! she thinks.
Vesh hears Malcolm yell a warning, but is more concerned with Corran getting surrounded by goblins. As Vesh moves to the corner of the table , he draws, knocks, and lets fly an arrow at the goblin to Corran's right.
Grunting in pain at the arrow wound, Corran slashes at the goblins in front of him, spinning to shield bash whomever is left standing.
Corran's longsword attack vs. goblin at E11 (power attack at -2/+2): 1d20+5=20, 1d8+5=8
Corran's shield bash at one or the other goblin (if necessary to drop): 1d20+6=11; 1d4+3=4
"Hold, miscreant!" Ehlissa cries, seeing the thin man flee from the battle. Realizing she cannot pursue him without abandoning her comrades, Ehlissa moves alongside Malcom, swinging her enchanted blade in a vertical slash at the goblin Malcom is fighting.
Attack roll (includes BLESS). (1d20+7=23)
"Veran! Keep an eye out for whatever Malcolm saw." Slidell commands his familiar as he operates the lever on his crossbow.
As he works quickly but calmly to reload, he can be heard chanting under his breath. It doesn't sound like a spell, more like,... a song? The tune sounds hauntingly familiar, and if you weren't involved in battle, you might be able to make out the words,...
"Break the dishes, Crack the plates,
That’s what Bil- No wait, that’s not right.”
"Scary Goblin on the ground,
Stop and take a look around.
Goblins come to burn and pound,
Where are all the Goblins found?
Slashed by sword, burnt by spell,
Goblins turn and run like hell!
Should have run, you should have fled,
Oops too late Cause now your dead!"
As he ends his chant, Slidell snaps his reloaded crossbow to his shoulder, takes a step forward, and says clearly, "Smile for the birdie!"
"CAW?!?" responds Veran indignantly. Slidell pulls the trigger, and the bolt flies towards the goblin dancing and cussing on the tabletop.
To hit Goblin at G14, Dmg if hit: (1d20 3=5, 1d8=7)
"Blast it Veran!" Slidell cries, clutching his ear as the bolt flies towards the furnace. "How many times have I told you?! No screaming in my ear!"
As Corran skewers the goblin that Vesh just missed, Vesh calls out to his friend, “Nicely done!” But, Corran is already spinning to take out his remaining foe.
I need to get a clear shot, so I don’t stick Corran in the-- But, Vesh's thought is cut short as he feels a slicing pain in his chest.
Looking down, he is confused to see the shaft of an arrow sticking out of his chest where his right arm meets his body.
That doesn’t look like one of mine.
He looks up in time to see the thin man running out the door. Where is he going in such a Haste-spell hurry?
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Noticing the new arrivals I curse and withdraw my blade from the goblin ask no one in particular "Where the hell did they come from? I know the little buggers breed fast but they can't be that fast." as I move forward towards the nearest goblin, dodging it's attack and swinging my short sword at the runt's neck.
"Where the hell did they come from? I know the little buggers breed fast but they can't be that fast."
"I wish that fecundity were their only racial advantage," Slidell responds, curiously examining the newcomers while Veran frantically tries to keep him from wandering too close. "It's not common knowledge, but they are FEY creatures. The majority are nothing more than they seem, but many have,... powers."
Vesh spins left, absently blinking back tears of pain. Spotting the newcomers, he staggers back and to his right , but tries to fire across himself at the goblin in the corner.
Vesh fires at the goblin at D7 (1d20+4=6, 1d6+1=2)
Raising his bow arm sends new pains shooting up his shoulder and neck and his arrow flies wide of its target by the width of two goblins or more.
Corran thrusts at the goblin to his right and then spins left to bash the newly arrived goblin .
Corran's longsword attack (1d20+4=11, 1d8+3=4).
Corran's shield bash (1d20+3=5, 1d4+1=3).
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Seeing Corran under assault, Ehlissa let out a bttlecry, and sprang forward, striking out at the little bugger, her glowing sword whistling through the air.
Slidell head snaps from side to side, settling on the goblin next to Salome with an unsettlingly serious look on the young mage's face. His crossbow drops from his hands to bounce off his leg and hang from it's carry strap. There is none of the usual overreaction from Slidell,...
Instead he takes a step forward, and raises his right hand towards the goblin threatening Salome. Without a word or any action other than a furrowed brow, there is a pulse of light that starts from his right shoulder, and outlines his Varisian tattoo through his shirt as it travels towards his hand. The image of the tattoo seems to shift as the light passes, seeming to take the form a, serpent?
It is past in an instant, and a green blob flies from Slidell's open palm towards the goblin.
Slidell's to hit roll &damage: (1d20+3=17, 1d3=2)
Her target dispatched by magical acid, Salome looks for where she is most needed. She rushes over to Vesh. "You took quite a hit," she says as she looks at his arrow wound. She stanches the bleeding with a scarf and rests a hand on Vesh's forehead as she chants in Qadi.
"There. I hope that helps." She bows her head to her fingertips.
Vesh realizes that Salome is beside him.
"You took quite a hit," she says as she looks at his arrow wound. She stanches the bleeding with a scarf and rests a hand on Vesh's forehead as she chants in Qadi.
His shoulder tingles as a power envelopes him. He hears the arrow that was embedded in his shoulder splinter as though it were made of ice and fall to ground at his feet.
"There. I hope that helps." She bows her head to her fingertips.
"Thank you," says Vesh. He returns her bow, but in the traditional Varisian manner.
He then turns his attention to the goblin across the room, the one pounding on the door. "I imagine we'll have to tie these bastards up."
He knocks an arrow, "I'm not sure if anyone speaks goblin, Slidell maybe? Anyway, if someone does, please tell them that if they make a false move, I will use them as a pin cushion."
"I say!" shouts Ehlissa in the goblin's language, "Surrender now, or my friend here will pin you to the wall!"
I walk over to the one pounding on the door and tap him on the shoulder with the tip of my rapier. "Hold, you diminuative bastard! Stay still and quite and I won't be running you through." I say, holding him at sword-point. "Anybody got some rope? It might be a little more useful to question these than it was with the others. Maybe one of them knows where Ameiko is?" I suggest, keeping a wary eye on the little ankle-biter.
Slidell Does a double-take as Ehlissa orders the goblins ot submit in their native tongue.
"She speaks goblin?!" He asks of no one in-particular, or perhaps of his familiar. "I don't speak Goblin! Hmmm,... Maybe she'd be willing to give lessons,..."
If no one else has any, Slidell produces a 50' coil of hemp rope from his backpack. "I've been traveling," HE explains. "You never know when you're going to run into something that you have to go over, or climb down,..."
While someone far more competent than himself in knot-tying, (Perhaps the sailor?) binds the Goblins, Slidell looks anxiously towards the now closed door.
"Whatever info we are going to try and get out of these, we need to do it quick! I think THAT was Tsuto! And I don't want him to get too far away, because he can't be up to anything good! And now that he knows we are here, he'll be heading for Ameiko, and possibly Neahlah,..."
After helping to bind the goblins, Vesh retrieves his pack.
"Whatever info we are going to try and get out of these, we need to do it quick! I think THAT was Tsuto! And I don't want him to get too far away, because he can't be up to anything good! And now that he knows we are here, he'll be heading for Ameiko, and possibly Neahlah,..."
"Agreed," says Vesh returning, "Let's keep moving. We can question them later."
Moving to the door that Tsuto went through he says, "Malcolm, could you put an ear to this door for me?" He then begins working to get it open:
In order: Search, Disable Device, and Open Lock (1d20+7=10, 1d20+9=26, and 1d20+9=21)
"Get ready." He says over his shoulder.
As Vesh goes to work on the lock I put my ear against the door, listening for anything that might be lurking on the other sword.
When the door refuses to budge I put my shoulder against the door and nod to Vesh "On three?".
"I heard something on the other side." I say quietly.
Corran steps up to the door. "Cover me," he says to the others and waits until everyone is in position with weapons drawn. "On three."
Drawing his own sword, he puts his shoulder to the door.
"One, two, three..."