whispering"alright Orik, grab your gear and make it quick."
"Much obliged."
Assuming no-one has any objections, he steps back through the door, before turning and entering the room. He then starts strapping on the shoulder and elbow plates.
"Sounds like company has arrived." With that Galstok moves back down the hall in sight of the stairs.
Galstok will be ready to charge as soon as something comes down.
"They're not shouting about us....they're angry about...pickles?"
"Ambush? We can hit them from a couple of directions. Some of us in the room, wait for them to pass, hit them in the rear, rest then charge in from below."
Sephird enters Orik's room and leaves that door slightly ajar.
Realizing the sudden change of plans, Galstok hurries over to the room to the left of hall leaving the door open enough to see.
Sephird enters Orik's room and leaves that door slightly ajar.
"What the hell?"
Orik continues to strap his armour on.
"Company comng, keep it quiet, and prove yourself when the time comes."
Sephird has the door closed, but not latched, he is watching Orik, if Orik finishes with his armor, then he will tell Orik to watch the corridor.
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Looks like time for Initiative.
The tramping feet start down the stairs, in time to the shouts of their leader. This is the first time you have witnessed any kind of organisation among them.
None of the PCs can be surprised, the goblins have yet to check for surprise, but will do once they enter the feast hall.
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Initiative
Which way were the goblins heard from? top of the map? If so, I had myself in Orik's room, which looks like the "O".
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The goblins come stamping down the stairs; ahead of the first you see a hairless dog-like beast with prominent incisors, leashed and sniffing at the ground.
His handler is looking about, suspiciously, but does not appear to have spotted any of you yet. More goblins are at his back, jostling for position. Two are in sight, but more are obviously shoving from behind.
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The toothy creature seems to have picked up a scent, and moves toward the east exit that leads to the junk room, where it paws at the door.
The handler is stood by it, looking at the door.
Three other goblins have spilled into the room at the foot of the stairs, and at least two others are still on the stairs, bunched up, waiting for a space.
Seeing the beast had caught the scent of one his companions, Galstok bursts out of the room into the pack of goblins with a savage yell; earthbreaker swinging.
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I'll get the revised map up soon.
Normally, opening doors is counted as move action, but I don't agree with that, in every case. You've got yourself ready, and have your foot or elbow ready to shove it open.
You've still to cross the distance, which would normally prevent an attack, but in this case, there's a goblin within a 5' step.
He is blatantly slain by the blow, which splatters his companions in gore.
Before Galstok moves in, it's Ensu to go;...
Taking aim at one of the goblins at the foot of the stairs, Ensu lets loose with his crossbow.
Attack
Damage
The goblin falls back on the steps, groaning.
Another goblin face is revealed behind him on the stairwell.
"Cayden's balls. You barely get time to s&!# in this place."
Orik tightens the strap on his elbow guard, and picks up his sword.
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Two of the goblins skip to the side, and attempt to circle round Galstok, but don't quite make it all the way to flank.
Attack
Attack
One charges the nursery door, and attempts to force his way in.
CMB
A fourth dithers on the stairs, as if to flee, but someone or something makes him change his mind. He steps cautiously down into the room, and makes his way to the southeast corner, where he holds his dogslicer ready.
The nursery door gets shoved open, the pusher does not quite have the momentum to carry on going, but the latecomer takes the chance to slip within.
Ensu steps back, draws back his crossbow, and looses it.
The goblin tries to prevent this;
AoO
but his aim is slightly off.
The bolt flies out;
Attack
But he skids on some discarded worms, sending the bolt into one of the cages, pinning a whelp to the wall.
A sudden, howling screech comes down the stairs, from a previously unseen enemy. All those who speak Goblin can tell this is a female voice, but one filled with an uncharacteristically forceful quality, as if from one used to being obeyed.
"Kill the pickle-thieves!
Smash their brain-pans!
Scoop out the jelly for your bread and jam!"
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she points at Galstok with her jagged blade.
"You! Fool! Drop that stick and grovel to me!"
You feel your feet sliding from under you, and your grip on your hammer failing, as though your palms are covered in reeking vinegary sweat.
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I guess I never actually grabbed and wrote down Galstok grabbing the cestus. This will remind him I'm sure.
Galstok lets out a curse as his weapon slips from his grasp. He almost starts to reach down for the handle before realizing that it was coated in whatever it was that made him drop it.
Quickly he realized he never put on Kavrik's cestus. He five foots to his left and draws out his blade slashing at the goblin next to him.
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Galstok gives a toothy grin at the creature's realization.