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Sapere nods a bit to the dwarf. "Worry not, I do not underestimate my foes, old man. I do not let a nick from a rusty blade strike fear in me either. Perhaps the guard will root out the last of these rats, however. Still, we should be on our guard."
He tilts his head slightly to try and listen for any other sounds of combat, while motioning a bit towards the wagon with the burning goblin corpse. "The fire has not sprung up very large yet, but perhaps some of our larger friends should try and pull that a bit further away from the nearby structures so there isn't any accidents?"
He then glances towards the halfling, still having his rather imperious tone as if he expects that his words to hold more weight then they probably do. "And you, halfling, your kind find many valuables coming through their hands. It may be worth rooting through their remains and seeing if they have anything worth more then a pigsticker."
Sapere nods a bit to the dwarf. "Worry not, I do not underestimate my foes, old man. I do not let a nick from a rusty blade strike fear in me either. Perhaps the guard will root out the last of these rats, however. Still, we should be on our guard."
He tilts his head slightly to try and listen for any other sounds of combat, while motioning a bit towards the wagon with the burning goblin corpse. "The fire has not sprung up very large yet, but perhaps some of our larger friends should try and pull that a bit further away from the nearby structures so there isn't any accidents?"
He then glances towards the halfling, still having his rather imperious tone as if he expects that his words to hold more weight then they probably do. "And you, halfling, your kind find many valuables coming through their hands. It may be worth rooting through their remains and seeing if they have anything worth more then a pigsticker."
The dwarf looks shocked. "You...you plan on robbing their corpses?"
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Sapere looks a bit confused at the dwarf, eyeing over him for any signs of Pharasma worship, or perhaps Iomedae or one of those gods who may be against such things. "I hardly think they will have much use of such things anymore and perhaps some of them may be of use for us or the town if more of their friends are lurking about. If it makes you feel better, we can make a nice cairn for the bodies or whatever your traditions may encourage. A pyre may be better, so we can keep from spreading a plague with their flea ridden bodies."
Sapere looks a bit confused at the dwarf, eyeing over him for any signs of Pharasma worship, or perhaps Iomedae or one of those gods who may be against such things. "I hardly think they will have much use of such things anymore and perhaps some of them may be of use for us or the town if more of their friends are lurking about. If it makes you feel better, we can make a nice cairn for the bodies or whatever your traditions may encourage. A pyre may be better, so we can keep from spreading a plague with their flea ridden bodies."
There is no sign of any worship on the dwarf. The dwarf laughs harshly. "Traditions? You mean with those gods you humans like to believe in?"
He turns away, muttering to himself.
"At least from the sound of it, it all appears to be over."
"It does sound as though things are settling down. Still," Aylmora pauses as she glances to the others, raising her voice to include them in the coversation, "perhaps we should take a look around town to be sure there are no goblin stragglers hiding anywhere, planning more mischief?"
"And I need to check on Great-Aunt Niska," Aylmora thinks to herself. "She is all alone in that great old house. What if the goblins have gotten in!"
The dwarf looks shocked. "You...you plan on robbing their corpses?"
"It wouldn't hurt to check the bodies," Aylmora says to the group. "There may be something that indicates why they attacked the town."
"First good idea I've heard all day," the halfling says with a slight smile. "I'm James, by the way," he introduces himself as he gets to work searching the corpses for anything more useful than a dog slicer or flee infested armour.
"First good idea I've heard all day," the halfling says with a slight smile. "I'm James, by the way," he introduces himself as he gets to work searching the corpses for anything more useful than a dog slicer or flee infested armour.
As Jimmy is searching the dead goblin bodies and Aylmora politely takes her leave of Father Zantus, you hear the sound of a scream and a frantic barking coming from the north.
You estimate it is coming from the top of Chuch Street, near The White Deer inn.
Cuu pours a bucket of water over the flames, sweat dripping down his face as he reaches for another full bucket from some helpful villagers who have come out of hiding now that the fighting seems to be over. He hears the scream from up the street and thinks, "maybe this is my chance to outdo that barbarian for real!"
Making sure the villagers continue to take care of the fire, Cuu rushes towards the source of the scream, his weapons drawn.
Cuu pours a bucket of water over the flames, sweat dripping down his face as he reaches for another full bucket from some helpful villagers who have come out of hiding now that the fighting seems to be over. He hears the scream from up the street and thinks, "maybe this is my chance to outdo that barbarian for real!"
Making sure the villagers continue to take care of the fire, Cuu rushes towards the source of the scream, his weapons drawn.
The dwarf groans. "Don't they know they should be fleeing right now?" He mutters, following slowly behind. Close enough for protection if he is attacked, but not so close that he'll be in danger of fighting otherwise.
"Oh no!" Aylmora thinks. "More people in danger! I really need to check on Aunt Niska, but..." After a split-second of indecision she finds her resolve. "Like I told the dwarf, it is up to us to see to the safety of these townspeople."
"Come on!" Aylmora calls to the others as she hops down from the podium and sprints north down Church Street toward the White Deer Inn. "It sounds like someone else is in trouble!"
"Besides," she muses as she runs, "if any goblins are stupid enough to break into Aunt Niska's house, she and her spirit friends will probably make the little buggers wish they had never crawled out of their holes!"
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Sapere sighs a bit and gives a slight shake of his head. "So they scurry out of the woodwork once again."
Taking note of the eagerness with which the halfling hurries to the task of looting the body he chuckles slightly, its as he expected of one of the smaller folk. "Come then, James. There will certainly be more scraps ahead. Did they hold anything of use?"
The man sets off to jog after the others, following them towards the site of battle.
"A potion of some kind," James replies with a shrug, pocketing said potion in case it proves useful later. "Looks like a healing draught. Other than that, there's some halfling sized weapons, but other than some arrows I might be able to use later, there's **** all worth bothering with."
With that, he sprints after the others, barely keeping pace with the jogging Cleric.
Scenario 1
- party of 6 got $600 worth of loot
- no one wants anything
- $600 worth of loot sold to merchant for $300, everyone gets $50
Scenario 2
- party of 6 got $600 worth of loot
- fighter wants an item that costs $200
- $400 worth of loot sold to merchant for $200, fighter puts in $100 for his loot, total pot of $300 gives everyone gets $50
- effectively, everyone gets the same share and the fighter got $50 back, so he only paid $150
What do you guys think?
Scenario 1
- party of 6 got $600 worth of loot
- no one wants anything
- $600 worth of loot sold to merchant for $300, everyone gets $50Scenario 2
- party of 6 got $600 worth of loot
- fighter wants an item that costs $200
- $400 worth of loot sold to merchant for $200, fighter puts in $100 for his loot, total pot of $300 gives everyone gets $50
- effectively, everyone gets the same share and the fighter got $50 back, so he only paid $150What do you guys think?
AShbek looks Cuu in the eyes, and lift his own hand to his chest saying "I am Ashbek"
He then crouch and touch Cuu's wounded leg and grin. "And how much should we subtract for you injury?" he says with a wink.
As he hear the screaming he looks to Cuu
"Ah.. This is not over." and then he storms off with big leaping steps, easily building distance to the heavy armored half-orc.
In front of the White Deer, you see a goblin mounted on a hideous creature. Resembling a mangy and starved dog, it has the flat nose, beady eyes, and protruding teeth of a rat grown grotesquely large. Tiny clawed forelimbs and a long, hairless pink tail add to its verminous appearance, and the smell of sun-baked sewage practically steams off its patchy fur.
In front of the creature and its rider is a rain barrel, behind which a welll-dressed man in hiding and calling for help.
As you arrive in the small square, you witness the goblin rider kill a dog with his oversized dogslicer. As the animal breathes its last, four more goblin emerge – cheering excitedly. You have the element of surprise.
The dwarf sighs. "What I wouldn't give for a good illusion spell.." He mutters.
Aylmora skids to a halt and quickly takes in the scene, trying hard not to retch at the revolting stench. She sings a snippet of a Varisian lullably in hopes of putting a number of the attackers to sleep.
The dwarf sighs. "What I wouldn't give for a good illusion spell.." He mutters.
The dwarf sighs. "What I wouldn't give for a good illusion spell.." He mutters.
The dwarf waves his arms in a mystic way and utters words of power. Suddenly, a horse appears, looking angrily at the goblins and preparing to charge. [ooc] Will save 15 to disbelieve.
Spotting the dog riding goblin some distance away Ashbek positions himself in line with the apparent leader of this group. Leading with his glaive he charges forward, making a spin at the end of his charge to bring more power behind his swing.
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Slowing in his step slightly, Sapere tries to stay just far enough back that he can hurry up to heal any of the fighters should they get mauled.
"Bloody hell, now the little vermin are riding around like they are proper knights?" He glances over towards the fighter and the barbarian. "Well go on, go get them. Don't you have some tally to make or something?"
With that said he draws one of the daggers from his belt and lets fly, trying to aim for the mounted goblin's chest, calling out. "Come and face us, beast. Stand against a true foe, not some unarmed pomp."
Initiative
Attack and Damage
Eager to get ahead on the head count, Cuu rushes the first goblin he sees and slashes at the creature's upper torso. He frowns as he realizes the serrated teeth of his weapon did not bite deep.
1d20-2
Once little Jimmy Evans has caught up with the rest of the group, he looks for a reasonably isolated goblin; preferably the one at the near end, then advances. The thrusts straight at the goblin, hoping to achieve a kill count of at least one this afternoon...
Surprise Round
1. Jimmy rushes to the goblin closest to the party and thrusts his sword into its midriff. It wipes the excited look off its face, but it remains standing.
2. Ashbek charges at the goblin on the dog’s back. He swings powerfully but misses both beast and rider.
3. Old Redeye remains at the edge of the square. He waves his arms in a mystic way and utters words of power. Suddenly, a horse appears, looking angrily at the goblins and preparing to charge.
4. Cuu appears to run at the spot occupied by Jimmy, but at the last moment steps to the side. His jagged edged sword cuts deep into the goblin and it proves too much for the creature as it falls to the ground, dead.
5. Aylmora edges onto the square and sings a snippet of a Varisian lullaby.
6. Sapere remains at the edge of the square and lets fly with a dagger. It travels close to the mounted goblin but not close enough to cause any damage.
Seeing Cuu drop another goblin and taking the lead in their competition Ashbek focus inward unleashing his inner strength in a furious chop at the mounted goblin.
Aylmora begins to sing a Shoanti battle-hymn as she moves forward to stand protectively next to the well-dressed man cowering behind the rain barrel. As she sings, she glances at the gentleman to see if he is obviously wounded, smiling reassuringly as she does so.
Seeing easy prey, Cuu nimbly jumps over the asleep goblin and swings his weapon at the next goblin's head.
Seeing easy prey, Cuu nimbly jumps over the asleep goblin and swings his weapon at the next goblin's head.