Elerrosse's arrow clanks harmlessly against the goblin's chainmail. He grins madly, and charges Cadwyn with his kukri. slices with it expertly, leaving a nasty gash.
horror at seeing Cadwyn be wounded flashs in xaephon's eyes. Tightening his sweety hands around the shaft of this long spear he lungs to repel the goblin.
Hello? Kobold Cleaver? Anybody? What is going on?
Hello? Kobold Cleaver? Anybody? What is going on?
Sorry Awed but I think this game ended. I don't know what happened, but people seem to have left the thread. Sorry.
I'm still here! I was just waiting for my initiative to come around, but it never did!
I am still here too, and interested in continuing if you still wish to Kobold cleaver.
Still here, too! :D
I want to stick with this:
Shym puts his hands in his spell component pouch brushes his fingers back and forth over the multicolored sand and the wool.
Hera takes a stab at the last goblin.
Hera takes a stab at the last goblin.
Shym's magic takes the goblin off guard, and he stands slightly dazed. Still, his armor is strong enough to turn away the sword thrust.
Shrugging off the pain of his injury, and with a mighty roar, Cadwyn sweeps his blade at the goblin.
Cadwyn's blow catches the goblin completely by surprise, and he staggers but does not fall.
Elerosse pulls out his short sword ready to hit the goblin Hitting the goblin Elerosse dealing 1d6=6 times 2= 12 damage.
The blade stabs the goblin brutally through the leg and he collapses, apparently dead. However, as the group turns to leave, he suddenly cries out "Lopinsand! 'Ware!". Somehow, there is still some life left in him.
“Eck! What is this?” Xaephon springs away but then steeling himself he edges closer.
“What shackles your soul to your material shell, you should be in the beyond. Don’t you know? Goblin what has happen here pray tell us”
The goblin gasps. "We were the last...of Arkiosis... an old order...dedicated to...combating Lopinsand. Beware!"
Hera looks around, very confused. "Beware of what?" She askes the goblin.
Elerosse looks at the goblin, then at Hera then back at the goblin. "There must be more evil in this desert then?"
"There is evil...there is good...there is Lopinsand. Beware of its sign!
"There is evil...there is good...there is Lopinsand. Beware of its sign!
"What does the sign look like?" Hera says.
But the goblin is already going on. "We were trapped by Lopinsand, in the desert. Driven half-mad...no water...lost...lost...Beware Lopinsand!" And he dies, the word still on his lips.
Eck. Does any one have the feeling its going to be a lot hard to escape here then we believed?
Eck. Does any one have the feeling its going to be a lot hard to escape here then we believed?
Hera looks around, expecting something to come jumping out at her at any minute. "I think we should get out of here while we can." She says nervously.
Hera looks around, expecting something to come jumping out at her at any minute. "I think we should get out of here while we can." She says nervously.
"Oh, I so second that idea!" Shym agrees.
"Okay then, let's go." Hera turns around and starts of at a barely contained walk.
Spot check DC 15:
"Hey what is that he is wearing?"
Xaephon bends low to examine what had caught the light.
It seems to be a necklace of some sort, made from silver. It has an bleeding eye on it, caused by an spear. Everyone notices that the goblins' javelins all have the same mark. It appears that this was the symbol of Arkiosis.
"Interesting," says Cadwyn. "Perhaps we were too quick to leave this desert? I have a feeling that there is much more here than meets the eye..."
His sword remains drawn as his eyes sweep the horizon. He would not be caught unawares again.
"Anyone know anything else about what this goblin speaks?"
DC 25:
It appears that these three goblins, maddened by thirst, are the last of the clan of Arkiosis.
Hera looks back over her shoulder, and seeing that nobody was following her, turned back. "Do the goblins have anything else of interest on them?" She askes.
The chief goblin has an oil of some sort, a bloodstained kukri , some nice arrows, and a few gems. The others don't have anything unique, save each have a small copper bracelet with the symbol of Arkiosis on it.
Coming to his senses having been lost is a daze for some time, Shym looks around him. He feels he has awoken from a dream. What is happening to me? he thinks - All those grand plans I had when I left home.... He suddenly realises how scared he was in the battle and how vulnerable. Every decision he made since he left home has been the wrong one. The inner calm he tried to radiate just wasn't there.
Well, things will need to change. From now on he will show his true self. No more of this hiding behind his own self image - his false bravado. He will BE that person. He will show that he can and will make a name for himself with no need for any of the props of his earlier life.
Anxiously he takes hold of his cane, deriving comfort from its familiar shape.
He turns and sees Hera taking something from the dead goblin's body. Fearing he may be left out, he goes to join her.
"Do you want the arrows?" Hera asks while turning to Xaephon. "It looks like you are the only one here who has a bow."
Shym picks up one of the bracelets and idly gazes at the symbol upon it. "Forgive me" he says to no-one in particular, "I have been distracted of late. But is Lopinsand a person or the desert, or both?". Then, as an afterthought, "Does anybody know anything about Arkiosis?".
"Does anybody know anything about Arkiosis?".
Elerosse looks at Shym, " Arkiosis? Is it some kind of disease?" Elerosse then looks confused, "Lopinsand, is a desert."
"Does anybody know anything about Arkiosis?".
Elerosse looks at Shym, " Arkiosis? Is it some kind of disease?" Elerosse then looks confused, "Lopinsand, is a desert."
"Hmm..." Cadwyn muses, finally cleaning and stowing his sword. "Questions piled upon questions. I still feel that there is more to this place than meets the eye. Even if we return to the city, I think we will find ourselves drawn here again."
"Hmm..." Cadwyn muses, finally cleaning and stowing his sword. "Questions piled upon questions. I still feel that there is more to this place than meets the eye. Even if we return to the city, I think we will find ourselves drawn here again."
"The city, yes. We should return."
Stowing the bracelet in his satchel, he looks at the others expectantly.