Burnt Offerings (Play)

[vardeman]

Haldar quickly looks around for more of the enemy, his blood simmering, but not come to a full boil. With another battle cry he charges to attack one of the last remaining goblins, Volokkor leaping at the other.

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Haldar will move and attack goblin #1 and Volokkor will move and attack goblin #3.

Half action: move 50' to a position 2 squares south of goblin #1.
Half action: Boar spear attack (1d20+4=20, 1d8+2=4)

Volokkor will move and attack goblin #3 gaining and granting flank bonus with Shyla.  If that goblin has already been dispatched, double move to engage goblin #1.  If all goblins are down he will pause and look for a water source to wash out the taste of goblin.

Half action: move 30' to just SE of goblin #3.
Half action: Trip attempt (1d20+4=9)
                 Bite attack (1d20+6=23, 1d8+1=9)

[Mister Andersen]

Divia drops the body of the goblin and flings herself to one side as a huge shaft of wood impales the booth next to her and slams into the wall of the building behind. "Cruking bloody giants!" she swears, then considers the wreckage. With no sign of any more goblins, she turns her attention to the gutted booth, searching it quickly for any sign of easily portable food stuffs -- flasks of drink, bread rolls, cold meats, fruit, things like that. Even a backpack or satchel. MEanwhile, up above Annie keeps a weather eye out for any more goblins, unaware that one has already threatened Divia -- and paid the bloody price for doing so -- while she was taking up position. OOC: Divia, Full Action: search -- 1d20+3=10 Annie, Full Action: Ready (spot encroaching goblin, yell warning to Divia)

[Krensky]

Eloise shuffle steps into reach of Goblin 5, he falcata flashing, slicing through the goblin. It really doesn’t feel much different then the bundles of wet straw she practiced her cuts on in the salle. She then turns, leveling her blade at Goblin 1 with a sneer of contempt.The little beast flinches back from her but manages to hold it’s ground... for now.

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Goblin 5 fails it’s damage save.
Goblin 1 fails it’s Resolve, but makes it’s Damage Save.

Haldar takes advantqage of Goblin 1 paying attention to Eloise to spear the goblin through the chest. The goblin looks surprised for a breif moment before expiring.

Shlya snarls in frustration, an unfamiliar voice whispering thoughts of rage and destruction in her soul as she lashes out at the remaining goblin attacking her with her fists and her elbow spikes. The goblin takes her punch, wobbling slightly but staying upright. Her elbow strike however, goes wide, her spike embedding itself in the wood of one of the stalls, a more familiar internal voice and the goblin laughing at her misfortune.

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Shyla is flat-footed until she makes a Strength check vs DC 13.

Volokkor pounces on the last goblin, ripping it’s throat out and then looking for something to get rid of the taste of goblin.

OOC: End of combat.

Teo stabilises the dog. The poor beast whines quietly once more and licks Teo’s hand before slipping into unconsciousnes.

Divia doesn’t find anything of note in the time she has.

Argan pause to draw a breath before turning to Eloise,

"My thanks for your timely aid, lady".

He leans on his sword and assesses his injuries.

Annie doesn’t see anything.

[paddyfool]

"Indeed, I am truly in your debt."  Argan manages a small bow to Eloise.  "Argan Dain, at your service."

EDIT: In response to Teo's help, Argan accepts the touch of light gratefully, but politely demurs at the offer of more hands-on medicine:

"Thank you for the offer of help, Teo, but I'm feeling much better already and am merely walking wounded besides.  There may be others elsewhere in more urgent need of your services."  (Bluff: 1d20+7 → [9,7] = (16))

[foproy]

after sheathing his own Alden picks Shyla's sword up off the ground, and offers it to her. " here you are my lady", he says as he holds it out hilt facing Shyla.

[Catodon]

Thwarted in his attempt to unleash his rage Weoxgyld roars in frustration like a caged lion blasting a goblin corpse with freezing air.
He roars again this time a bright (but harmless) sphere of ball lightening flashes in the air 50' above.
He stands panting, 'getting a grip on himself' muttering curses in his thick native tongue.
Paiter looks on with concern and a little fear.

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the gift feat again, a polar ray I and a flare.

[Golden Dragon]

"Thank you for the offer of help, Teo, but I'm feeling much better already and am merely walking wounded besides.  There may be others elsewhere in more urgent need of your services."  (Bluff: 1d20+7 → [9,7] = (16))

"I cannot heal a man who refuses, but after the pup here, you've borne the worst of it. As you will, sir."

Teo moves on to whomever is next in his rounds.

[Mister Andersen]

Determining that the coast is clear, Divia calls Annie from her hiding place and helps her clamber down to safety. "What's up that big man?" she asks, pointing at Weoxgyld and his temper tantrum. "He's a giant," she answers, realising him to be the owner of the over-sized shaft that had nearly skewered her. "They're bad news, sweetie, for us little people. You stay away from him, or he's liable to step on you without realising it." "Alright," Annie nods, wide eyed. Divia looks around, noticing without surprise that Argan had been caught up in the fracais.

[ArawnNox]

Shyla growls in frustration as she tugs hard to dislodge her elbow from the stall. When Alden comes up to her and attempts to be polite, she only scowls and snatches her sword from him. She then returns to the task of yanking her arm free, growing more angry with each tug. As she continues to struggle, she starts to let out an angry stream of curses in her native tongue.

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OOC:
I'd like to take 20 on the strength check.
If not:
1d20+2=11
Still stuck...

[vardeman]

Haldar looks around, almost surprised that no more enemies are to be seen.  He cleans the blade of his spear and drops to one knee, ruffling Volokkor's neck ruff speaking to the wolf in his native tongue.  He looks over at the woman who was until just recently his shipmate.  "Are you well, miss?" he queries, noticing her stuck arm... "Can I help you?"

[foproy]

seeing her frustration, honestly thinking the arm to be the sole cause of her anger at this point Alden offers his hand to Shyla, " might i assist you with that?" Alden ask, honest concern in his voice.

[ArawnNox]

Shyla, driven both by her embarrassing performance, her frustration at getting the "tell" of her heritage stuck, and the unseen force stoking that anger, she snaps at Haldar and Alden, "Back off! I'm fine!" she strains again, trying to free herself.

It's an odd angle to be stuck at, is it the material of her coat? No... something coming off her arm? A weapon hidden up her sleeve?

[vardeman]

Holds his hands up placatingly, taking a step back. "No offense intended," he says, turning away to lessen her embarrassment.  He begins walking around the square, finishing off any goblins that are still moving.  Volokkor finds a water trough and drinks, lapping at the water and rinsing the taste of goblin blood from his mouth.

[ArawnNox]

With one strong YANK, Shyla busts her arm free, leaving a hole in the stall. For anyone who cares to look, there's a hunk of black bone, like a spike, sticking out of the elbow of Shyla's coat. She hurriedly tries to pull her coat over the spike and hide it.
Free from the stall, Shyla draws her other weapon, a main gauche, and begins to walk towards the center of the square, "Alright... are there any more of those little bastards left? I need to vent."

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OOC
The remaining strength check rolls
1d20+2=21, 1d20+2=3, 1d20+2=17, 1d20+2=3, 1d20+2=6, 1d20+2=13
The very first roll frees me.
Good thing too... am I the only one disturbed by the presence of 2 errors in that set?

[Catodon]

Weoxgyld recovered somewhat, raises a hand to acknowledge his fellow ex-passenger Haldar then thinking better of appraching the aggitated young woman strides over to Argan "Please, accept my apology for failing to aid you stranger, I am Weoxgyld, son of Weoxhrothsten, son of Weoxhroth, Stormborn. My guide is Paiter Whitshoal"