"Your welcome" Corran says somewhat unsteadily as he surveys the results of his swordstroke. First time I killed someone in battle. Its.... messy "Are you okay?"
Feeling blood oozing into her clothing from her injuries, Ehlissa feels woozy, but steels herself to keep fighting.
I grit my teeth against the pain in my side, thinking "Hold it together Malcolm, you've had worse. Just think of the reward you might get for this. Focus on the gold.". I look down at the little goblin in front of me and smile grimly "You picked the wrong man to mess with this time. If I had a ship I'd keel-haul you up and down this coast." I say as I stab at the puny creature's face with my rapier while trying to slash him open like a gutted fish with my sword
For the second time today your dagger spills goblin blood. The little fiend's laughter turns to shrieks of pain as the steel bites deeply.
A writhing laughter escapes Vesh's mouth as he sees the blade fly true. The pain from his leg flairs infuriatingly, twisting his momentary smile into the familiar frown. I hope someone kills the little bastard--I want my knife back!
I dash over to the pie eating goblin and grab his head by any scraggly strands of hair he might have. "Surprise!" I shout and slam his head down into the pie and the table.
Ehlissa sheathes her sword and dashes to the pie-eating brute, trying to restrain it. Grapple (1d20+3=17)
Slidell hears Vesh yell in pain, and starts to step in his direction. He watches as Vesh reaches out, and his dagger flies to his hand.
'Useful. Odd, I don't think my tattoo flares with light like that,...
He watches with interest as Vesh spins and promptly throws the dagger at the fleeing goblin that injured him, returning the favor. Slidell's hand creeps towards his own dagger, 'AH, so if you grip the blade there, and release at the apex,...'
He is startled by Veren charging by, almost knocking him off balance as he rushes to join Naelah in attacking the fleeing goblin.
It is the screeching of his familiar that snaps his head back around to the south.
"Goblin, Goblin, eating pie,
sit down and prepare to die!
AWK!
"Veran, don't do anything stupid,..." Slidell growls, starting to step towards the rhythm-impaired fowl.
The raven spreads his wings and leans over the roof edge, as the sailor hurdles the low fence and makes a grab at the pie-thief but snatches only air.
"VERAN!"
Slidell launches into a full run, plucking another bit of arcane flotsam from a vest pocket. He hurtles, cape flapping, between the injured sailor and next to the two warrior-types, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they are obviously getting ready to charge the pie-eater. He slides to a stop next to the woman in armor, hurling what appears to be a bit of wool and shouting "Paji!"
The bit of wool turns into a blur of mist that streaks unerringly to the pie-eating goblin. The goblins eyes cloud over, and he begins to sway,...just as a dark, plummeting shape hits him in the back of the head, forcing his face into the pie.
"Birds Rule!
Goblins Drool!
AWK!"
The raven is already flapping his way back up, circling towards the roof as Slidell starts to shout,
"Pastor sai cadaer Veran! He cries, pointing at the renegade raven, "How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of a fight! Do you WANT to end up as a main dish,... with taerer stuffing?!? If I had wanted a bird that could fight, I would have picked a hawk, or an eagle! But no, I had to pick a bird that could talk,...BACK mostly!"
Slidell continues to berate the the obviously unimpressed fowl, who proceeds to preen his feathers, ignoring the shouting from below. Meanwhile the two warriors, after exchanging glances during the initial rant, proceed to close in on the goblin and try to capture the dazed creature.
When its my turn, I'll move up and help those grappling with an Aid Another action.
Vesh sees Slidell yelling at his raven and running to join the tumult to the east. Trying to ignore the pain in his leg, Vesh rushes to attack the goblin engaged with Naelah and the wolf. As the foul thing lunges at her, Vesh thrusts his sword at its ribs.
The goblin, despite being surrounded by three of the party, proves to be a crafty fighter and eludes your blow.
By Desna, DIE already! As Vesh's thrust misses, he is left to hope that Naelah or Veren can finish the pest quickly ... and to wonder where, in the name of the gods, the city watch is!
Ehlissa & Corran:
You lunge forward together, grab the goblin and hold him in place.
Meanwhile, action is to Naelah, then the goblins.
;)
Still fussing at his familiar with an almost constant tirade of "Do you have a death wish!?!" and ways the fowl could come to a messy end, interspersed with what sounds like Elvish, (Used in ways that Elvish was probably never meant to be used.) Slidell walks behind the two warriors who are attempting to hold the difficult little beast.
Veran, meanwhile, returns to his rooftop perch and begins preening. Apparantly oblivious to the tirade coming from below.
Slidell comes up beside the female warrior and, looking at the sailor making a makeshift rope, asks, "Need a hand?"
With a wink at the armored female, Slidell sticks the forefinger of his left hand in his mouth, pulls it out with a 'pop', and sticks it up into the air. Nodding at the result, he glances at his feet and changes his stance, then looks at the goblin and mutters something about "isocolese triangle', 'vector angles', and 'speed of decent' while taking a two-handed grip on his staff and raising it up over his head.
With a final glance at the creature, Slidell lowers his staff one-handed, slowly, and precisely between the eyes of the hissing, spitting goblin, and thumps him with it. Hard.
The goblin squeals, almost biting off it's own toungue, and starts to shreik at his abusers, then goes silent. It's eyes roll inward towards it's nose, as if trying to look at the spot where it was hit, and then roll up into its head as it goes completely limp.
"There you are sir," Slidell says to the sailor as he recovers his staff and leans on it. "Ready for packaging."
Looking at the three faces whose expressions range from amuzed, to astonished to possible outrage, Slidell clears his throat. "It's all in the wrist, actually. Umm,... Candy?" He finishes, smiling and holding out a crumpled piece of paper.
Ehlissa looks with disgust at the arrogant newcomer, especially when he winks at her! When he bops the goblin on the head, she gapes with anger and disbelief. When he quips about it being 'all in the wrist', she turns on him in annoyance, "That will be quite enough from you, young man!" she says in her most aggreived tone.
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Vesh watches in dismay at the almost comical dancing of the goblin as he first eludes Naelah's scimitar and then Veren's fangs. In an instant Vesh sees his opening. Desna's favor, given so richly to the goblin thus far, is swiftly taken away and given to...
ME!!! The goblin spins away from Veren and for a split second stands before Vesh, it's eyes buldging almost as if seeing its doom. Too late. Vesh levels a swing with all his force at the exposed neck of the wretched creature. The next thing Vesh sees is ... blood.
Ehlissa looks with disgust at the arrogant newcomer, especially when he winks at her! When he bops the goblin on the head, she gapes with anger and disbelief. When he quips about it being 'all in the wrist', she turns on him in annoyance, "That will be quite enough from you, young man!" she says in her most aggreived tone.
Slidell stops smiling, lowers his head, and touches his hand to the brim of his hat. "Yes Ma'am, Sorry Ma'am," He says solemnly. But when he raises his head back up, the UNarmored woman can see that the smile in his eyes is even brighter than before. "Your right, one should always introduce oneself first!"
"I am Slidell, sometimes called the Stormraven," He continues, including the other warrior with the shield and the sailor busy tying many knots in the cloth now binding the unconscious goblin. "You've met my companion Veran," he continues as he indicates the preening Raven on the rooftop.
"We were just enjoying the festival with our new friends, whom I've lost track of,..." He mumbles as he looks for his other companions, with badly-smothered chuckles from the roof as the only clue that he is looking in the wrong direction. "When this,...attack happened." Slidell continues, oblivious to or ignoring the chortles from above.
"It looked like you could use a hand, and I was free, so here I am. Candy? Oh great Nethys!" He exclaims as he finally sees the wounds on the young female warrior. "Your hurt!"
Shoving the open paper with the brightly colored sweets almost in her face, the young woman reacts and grabs it defensively out of instinct. With his hands now free, Slidell begins pulling a strip of cloth from one pocket, while patting down other pockets with his other hand. "Don't you worry! We'll have you fixed up right-as-rain in no time! I just learned this great trick for binding wounds from the Varisians! Now where did I put those herbs?,..."
...The scene before you is surreal, like one viewed through a hazy morning fog or the smoke of a green-wood fire...
As Vesh realizes that his part in the battle is over, at least for the time being, he feels waves of excitement and nausea wash over him and he starts to shake despite himself.
Vesh puts his booted foot on the forehead of the dead goblin in order to remove the shortsword from the thing's neck. Had this been a bigger sword, it might have gone clean through. He stoops to pluck his dagger from the goblin's back. He sheaths neither, wanting at least to wipe the blades before doing so, but also aware that he might have further need of his weapons if more goblins appear.
He looks from Naelah to Veren and back and tells her in Shoanti, "O daja he lath ol dal." He continues to ask her in common, "Are you okay? Were you hit?"
Ehlissa bats away the stranger's bag in annoyance, "Are you mocking me?" she asks angrily when he calls her 'ma'am', "I thank you for your aid in our battle, but I will not brook your arrogance. Is that understood? Your concern is noted however," she says through gritted teeth whilst restraining the goblin, "but unless you are a healer of some sort, I suggest that you confine your words to the battlefield, where they are of more use!"
Corran snickers under his breath at Ehlissa's rant. I guess she is alright.
"Do you see any more goblins? Where could we help best?"
As he exchanges words with Naelah . . . Vesh grabs a half-full bottle of wine off the nearest table and douses some on the gash on his leg. Ripping two long pieces from the cleanest part of the table cloth, he binds one piece to his leg to feebly try (heal check = 5) to staunch the bleeding and uses another piece to wipe his blades clean.
Spotting Slidell in a conversation with an animated young woman who is clearly not pleased with something, he nods to Naelah, indicating that he is going to move closer to them and that she is welcome join him, offering her a drink from the wine bottle before taking one himself.
Wait. That man and woman next to Slidell. I sat next to them at the Rusty Dragon this morning!
Appraising the scene and the fighting man, the young woman, and the sailor in turn, Vesh waits until the woman stops speaking, but interrupts Slidell's response. He says to the woman, "You might let Slidell, here, have a look at your wound. You are bleeding quite a bit." He frowns and turns to the young mage, "I am, too, for that matter."
Slidell somehow manages to capture the escaping bag and not drop the bandage at the same time.
Slowly, he stands to his full height. He then looks down on the young warrior woman without actually looking down his nose at her, and take a slow, deliberate breath,...
Appraising the scene and the fighting man, the young woman, and the sailor in turn, Vesh waits until the woman stops speaking, but interrupts Slidell's response. He says to the woman, "You might let Slidell, here, have a look at your wound. You are bleeding quite a bit." He frowns and turns to the young mage, "I am, too, for that matter."
Slidell's mouth closes with a snap. He opens it again, then closes it again as he realizes what Vesh has said.
"Your leg!" he exclaims as he bends over and starts pulling out the bandage again. "Why didn't you say something?!" He yanks Vesh's leg up off the ground, unceremoniously dumping him into the chair he was standing in front of, and begins to check Vesh's bandage, his response to the demanding young woman apparently forgotten.
Though Vesh does hear Slidell mumbling as he works. Something about "Pampered Princesses,..." and "Too young to be that uptight,..."
Slidell stops suddenly in the middle of re-tying the bandage, looking up at Vesh with a worried look on his face. "Naelah! Is she,..?! He stops again as he sees the object of his concern quietly watching over Vesh's shoulder. "OK?,..oh,..Good! your alright! I mean,... There, all done." He awkwardly finishes his knot with a too-tight twist and quickly stands up, looking around.
"OK?,..oh,..Good! your alright! I mean,... There, all done." He awkwardly finishes his knot with a too-tight twist and quickly stands up, looking around.
Vesh, wincing as Slidell tightens the knot, looks at Slidell's handiwork after he finishes with the bandage.
"Hmm." He says frowning. Looking from the bandage to the young woman , Vesh says, "Perhaps it wound be wiser to have Naelah look at your wound."
Remembering himself he adds, "My name is Vesh. Please excuse me if I don't stand." Then addressing both the fighters , he adds, "Didn't I sit next to you at the Rusty Dragon this morning?" He spares a glance at the sailor, but waits for the two to respond.
Ehlissa turns to Vesh, "Ah yes, I remember you! Ehlissa Briez at your service," She then mutters in an embarrased tone to him, "I'm afraid I don't know who Naelah is... is it the Shoanti girl?"
Vesh smiles. "Yes. She is the Shoanti girl," turning to indicate Naelah, "and that is her wolf, Veren." He pauses. "I have no animals," he adds with a slight nod in Slidell's and Naelah's direction.
Ehlissa can't help but chuckle at the Verisian's quip, "No, indeed you don't! I had thought we'd been joined by a travelling managerie" she says with a grin.
She addresses the Shoanti girl, Naelah, "Excuse me, miss.. Naelah? I wonder if I might asks that you consider the wounds of others above myself, as there are many here who are more grievously wounded than I." Ehlissa's manner with everyone besides Corran is noticeably more formal and her words are moe carefully chosen, but still gracious and poilte (except when berating the interfering magician!)
In the middle of it all, looking somewhat out of place, is Father Zantus, standing tall on the wooden speaker's platform, his arms outstreached and his robe billowing in the evening breeze.
As Ehlissa addresses Naelah, Vesh turns his attention to Father Zantus over on the platform.