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As Corath moves to help the dog, the frightened goblin sees an opening and tries to exploit it.
The mounted warrior shifts his mount sideways, and both slash at Therin in retribution.
Seeing his companion is tending to Brune, Rufus fits another arrow to the bow, waiting for the right moment to shoot at the hideous beast.
Seeing his companion is tending to Brune, Rufus fits another arrow to the bow, waiting for the right moment to shoot at the hideous beast.
Rufus' arrow seems destined to bury itself in the eye, and then brain, of the goblin dog. Just before it hits, though, the goblin jerks the reins, pulling the dog's head out of the path of the arrow, which then shoots past and into the trees.
Rufus' arrow seems destined to bury itself in the eye, and then brain, of the goblin dog. Just before it hits, though, the goblin jerks the reins, pulling the dog's head out of the path of the arrow, which then shoots past and into the trees.
The goblin dog's vicious bite shreds into Therin, and he falls to the ground, his life bleeding away on the forest road.
Rufus' arrow seems destined to bury itself in the eye, and then brain, of the goblin dog. Just before it hits, though, the goblin jerks the reins, pulling the dog's head out of the path of the arrow, which then shoots past and into the trees.
As Corath moves to help the dog, the frightened goblin sees an opening and tries to exploit it.
Corath feels the bite of the goblins blade, and turns to stare menacingly at it.
"You should have run..."
He smiles, and swings his club at the frail looking goblin.
Ar'dreth side steps away from the goblin and lets a missile of pure force shoot forth from his finger at the mounted goblin chief.
Magic Missile Damage
"Go after the mounted goblin. Prettykill and I can deal with this one."
Corath swings at the goblin whose blade slipped through his armor, wanting to remove the lucky wretch.
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Pretyykill snaps at the goblin who, is just to close for comfort...
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Mozzel's magic stops Therin's bleeding, but he remains unconscious.
The remaining goblin tries another slash at Prettykill, still looking around despite himself for the oncoming dog pack horde.
Corath turns his attention to the goblin attacking his companion, and with his help, Prettykill manages to sink her fangs into its hide, tearing flesh and dropping it to the ground next to Therin.
Seeing the remaining enemies fall, Ar'dreth focuses on the last surviving foe, unleashing a burst of arcane might that sears the mounted goblin's flesh.
With a roar, the goblin chieftain takes advantage of the open passage that his ally's fall has created. Seeing that there is now a straight line of attack toward the elven mage, the goblin readies his halberd and spurs his goblin dog into a charge. Corath, seeing an opening as the goblin rides between him and Prettykill, lashes out with his club, and he hears bones crack beneath the blow.
With a roar, the goblin chieftain takes advantage of the open passage that his ally's fall has created. Seeing that there is now a straight line of attack toward the elven mage, the goblin readies his halberd and spurs his goblin dog into a charge. Corath, seeing an opening as the goblin rides between him and Prettykill, lashes out with his club, and he hears bones crack beneath the blow.
Startled by the sudden scream and the charging creature, Prettykill reacts, trying to bite the goblin.
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The juvenile tyrannosaur grabs the passing goblin in her powerful jaws and rips him right off his mount, sending him crumpling to the ground alongside his minions.
The goblin dog continues its run for a few more steps, then turns, growling at the group, tail down and ears completely fat against its skull. It shifts uneasily, snapping and at bay.
With the goblin chief down, Corath moves in front of the goblin dog and kneels, holding his hands out. His voice betrays a gentleness that seems strange coming from him.
"Calm down, its okay. You're fine, no one is going to hurt you."
"You are seriously befriending this animal? I understand if you want to let it go, but please do not make it come with us." Ar'dreth pleads as he sees Corath soothing the dog.
"You are seriously befriending this animal? I understand if you want to let it go, but please do not make it come with us." Ar'dreth pleads as he sees Corath soothing the dog.
"You do not have to pet it if you do not want to. Besides, I'd rather it not attack us when it is't directed to do so. Do not blame the pet for it's owner's actions."
Corath sighs.
"Besides, I see no way for us to get it down into or out of the cave we are headed for."
The goblin dog seems wary of Corath, growling and making an odd hissing noise as the half-orc approaches. The druid's demeanor seems to calm it, though, and it makes a quiet "click-click" with its teeth as its ears come up and its nose starts twitching more actively.
Now that the chaos of combat has ended, Ar'dreth and Corath can make out a small saddle on the goblin dog's back, just in front of a pair of bulging saddlebags on its flanks.
"Who would like to grab those saddle bags? They look promising." Ar'dreth asks, looking at the dog in disgust.
Therin continues his unconsciousness.
Rufus looks at the "animal" with disgust, saying "Any trouble from it, and it gets an arrow through the head, now there's no rider to keep it safe." He then kneels by Brune to examine his wounds.
Rufus looks at the "animal" with disgust, saying "Any trouble from it, and it gets an arrow through the head, now there's no rider to keep it safe." He then kneels by Brune to examine his wounds.
"As long as no one teases or bothers it, it should cause no trouble. I can make no such promise if it is startled though."
Moving slowly, Corath walks closer to the dog and gently removes the saddle-bags. He then begins to look through them in search of anything that may be useful.
The saddlebags are surprisingly heavy, and though Corath's mighty arms have no difficulty with them, he lets out a small grunt of surprise as he lifts them off the goblin dog's back. They clink loudly.
Inside, Corath finds what must be the ill-gotten gains of some days' or even weeks' worth of ambushes like the one the group just experienced: 44 gp, 96 sp and 327 cp. There is also what looks like a large necklace charm in the shape of an upraised hand, palm out, made of gold and aquamarine; a pearl nearly an inch across that is covered with faint etchings in what looks to be Elven; and a thin polished stick of what Corath recognizes as willow wood.
"Aren't you a strong creature, carrying a rider and all of this!"
Corath turns to Ar'deth, and holds out the pearl.
"I confess that I cannot read Elven, what does this writing say?"
Ar'dreth grabs the pearl and immediately recites a spell in draconic, focusing on it. Then on the other treasure.
Ar'dreth examines the two objects for several moments before shaking his head. Turning his attention to the pearl's writing, he opens his mouth to start reading... then pauses, sighs, and shakes his head.
Ar'dreth tries another tack, and is rewarded with a flood of knowledge from his spell.
As Ar'dreth finishes examining the items, he puts his head down slowly shaking it. Raising his head back up, he looks over the group. "That was an incredible experience. We have some magical treasure in our possession friends." Ar'dreth holds out the wand for all to see. "This is a curing wand, as you may already be accustomed Corath. This here..." Ar'dreth extends his hand out, palm up with the pearl resting in the center "...is a magical pearl which let's users of magical energy recall a recently used spell." He finishes with a grin.
When this wave of healing touches him, Therin will sit up quickly, taking in the rest of the scene with a slight grin. "Did I kill them?" The grin quickly turns to a grimace though as his hand moves to press against his side where the wound is only partially healed. "Ugh. Did they kill me?"
When this wave of healing touches him, Therin will sit up quickly, taking in the rest of the scene with a slight grin. "Did I kill them?" The grin quickly turns to a grimace though as his hand moves to press against his side where the wound is only partially healed. "Ugh. Did they kill me?"
Moving in front of the goblin dog to obscure Therin's veiw of it, Corath laughs.
"You were too hard for them to kill my friend, and now we have treasures to divide amonst ourselves."