Turn 4.2
Scrap, scrap, scrap, scrap (continues indefinitely).
Grand Alf steps up to the plate.
“Feel my power scurrilous feeblings… Snoooozo.”
A breeze of fluttering musical notes springs from Grand Alf’s hands and engulf the Goblins squeezing through the door.
“Ah think I’ll av eur lie daahn.”
“Just fo'ty winks.”
“Just close uz een.”
“Gunight.”
“Zzzzzzz.”
A miracle, the first wave of Goblins is swiftly halted; five of the six Goblins that have made it into the room are fast asleep.
“Freddie’s get dem.” Dartamor shouts.
The Kobold Freddie’s dart in and stab at the snoozing Goblins, three are killed in an instant, the Kobolds cheer.
“Into dem.”
“Huv it.”
“Calm down.”
“We ay de Scousers.”
The last Goblin into the room is spiked by the caltrops; he hops in- too close.
SLICE
And is cut to the bone by Aleso.
“By the might of Pelor- come on let’s have you.” He shouts beckoning the next wave in.
Six more Goblins rush over their fallen brethren. Two more of them are spiked on the way.
“Uz foot.”
“Bloody 'ell, that’s not jannock, thea cheyting.”
The two Goblins slump against a wall attempting desperately to pick caltrops out of their feet.
“Freddie’s attack dem.”
Dartamor screams, the Freddie’s leap in, buoyed by their earlier success.
SLICE
BONK
SMASH
And.
STAB
One Goblin squirms on the floor a while, blood gushing from his gut, then expires.
However Freddie, Freddie Snr. & Freddie Jnr. join the Goblin, clutching at terrible wounds, they’re soon no more. Only Freddie Snr. Snr. a sprightly 34 year old Kobold, a great-great-great-grandfather, remains alive.
He turns and runs back to Aleso.
“Bugger this. Ellp. 'Ide me tincan.”
Grand Alf steps forward.
“Wait for it”, to the other Lost Boys, and, “Come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough”, to the Goblins.
Two huge Hobgoblins drag dead Goblins out of the doorway, Saradomin sees an opportunity.
“St. Cuthbert make it clear,
We Are To Be FEARED.”
A black clouds whips from his hand and settles over a Hobgoblin, the creature stops what it’s doing, straightens up, goes all googly-eyed- shakes its head once or twice, then growls and gets back to work.
“St. Cuthbert, it seems, is not taking your calls priest.” Grand Alf winks.
Four more Goblins rush in, that makes nine in the chamber, although two of them are hobbling badly.
Durnn, the huge Hobgoblin chieftain stands in the doorway with Grenl the Goblin priestess.
“Kill 'em. Kill 'em orl. Kill 'em naw.” He screams.
WHOOOOOOOOOOsSSSH.
Flames fill the area.
Urp.
Grand Alf concludes and tucks the Fire Breath Potion back into his robes.
“Fire… ba ba ba ba baaaaaa. Something something to burn.”
He does a little dance.
The lead Goblin is incinerated in an instant, the other six caught in the blast bob, duck and weave; and remain standing, frazzled, but fit for war- just.
“Pelor guide my mighty scimitar so unto I may smite like fury… oh kick their bottoms.” Aleso charges in, with Freddie Snr. Snr. in tow.
“For St. Cuthbert, you’d better bloody be listening Lord.” Saradomin launches himself into the fray.
“Black Pudding.” Dartamor hisses and joins the attack.
“Retreat some more.” Meepo yells and falls back to the exit, taking the reinforcements further away from the fight.
Aleso cuts, an arms goes flying, a Goblin slumps to the floor. A second Goblin darts in, short sword slices, Aleso bleeds.
Dartamor stabs his rapier cutting open a Goblin’s hand, tearing tendons, blood gushes, and the creature falls. He avoids wild swings from two others.
Saradomin’s heavy mace rises and falls, another Goblin collapses, head and shoulder smashed. And yet not without cost, a Goblin scores a direct hit, Saradomin’s left thigh bleeds profusely.
Durnn fills the doorway.
“'Obgoblin warriors smash t' puny 'umans - CHARGE.”
Six hulking Hobgoblins charge into the room causing the Goblins to press even further in, which in turn causes the Lost Boys to give ground. Grand Alf and Saradomin are being backed into a dead end- no escape.
Freddie Snr. Snr. is smashed in the face; he tumbles to the floor- dead, dentures flying.
Aleso slices again, connects, cuts through a Goblin’s leg- the creature expires. However he’s hit again, a light hammer bounces of his chest- knocking the wind out of him, he gasps, and then screams.
“I HAVE SEEN THE LIGHT PELOR.
AND IT IS GLORIOUS.”
Positive energy pours into him as skin, bone and sinew are made whole again- he actually heals only two hit points but he’s a bit of a drama queen.
Dartamor strikes again, his rapier pierces a Goblin’s armour, the creatures clutches at him, then falls; a second Goblin furiously hops towards him- he stabs out and kills it dead.
Saradomin’s mace swings again, straight into the side of another, the creature stumbles and falls. The floor is thick with the dead and dying.
A Hobgoblin breaks through the line, charges swinging its longsword at Grand Alf.
“Not likely for I am almost invisible and impervious to normal weap…”
SLICE
Grand Alf staggers, grabs a wall as blood courses down his robes.
“I’m dyin’. The end is nigh, that means soon- now-ish. Revenge me. Kill these creatures that have sought to discombobulate my utter being.”
He sinks to his knees, then pitches forward- dead.
No hang on, spasms wrack his body, his eyes blink open wide and with his last breath he utters…
“I’m on top o’the world… Ma.”
And with that the eldritch sorcerer, complete with stick on beard, closes his eyes.
“Noooooooooooooo.”
Aleso shrieks.
The last Goblin he killed has got sticky stuff on his once pristine armour.
He slices furiously, another Goblin bites the dust, alas this leaves himself off balance and unguarded.
SNICK
The Paladin stumbles backwards, finds a wall and collapses against it, blood flows, he breathes hard, grits his teeth and shoves off again- back into the thick of it.
“MeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeePO.”
Dartamor hollers.
To no effect.
Back at the exit Meepo dances from foot-to-foot, his fingers in his ears, the reinforcements follow suit.
Back in the action, Saradomin is faced by a single although two Hobgoblins are waiting, looking for space, to join the fray.
“St. Cuthbert ensure my aim is true.”
FLUNK
Saradomin draws back his hand, mace-less, it’s still shaking after the impact with the wall.
“Alright Lord, I get it, you’re testing me.”
He screams at the ceiling, then staggers back- into a wall, he’s standing next to the body of Grand Alf.
Grand Alf’s looking up at him, no really, eyes open.
“Shhhhh. I’m dead.”
Grand Alf winks then closes his eyes.
Saradomin, instead of grabbing for another weapon, reaches down and fires his last Healing spell into Grand Alf, whose eyes spring wide open.
“No, you’re not- now FIGHT BACK, you coward.”
The Goblinoids come on. Behind them Durnn enters the room grinning.
“DUR- UNN DUR- UNN DUR- UNN.”
He chants his own name. The Goblin priestess stares pointedly at Saradomin, makes a cutting motion across her throat.
“You’re fert pot- priest.”
Aleso is badly injured; Dartamor is fairly healthy but outclassed in the fight; Grand Alf has no spells left; Saradomin, is injured, has no spells left, and no weapon to hand. All of the Kobolds are dead, except for Meepo and the reinforcements, who are about to leave.
Facing them are one Goblin, and alas six Hobgoblins, all uninjured, followed by Durnn, the priestess Grenl- who’s making ready with a spell, and what looks to be a walking-pot-plant that has just entered the chamber.
“Finn' t' 'Alflings. Finn' t' 'Alflings.” Durnn screams, then, “Soz. Flashback.”
Next Turn: “One, Two…”