Burnt Offerings

[Kaodi]

For a second, Phythas can do nothing but stare at the poor dog in horror, memories of that fateful night many years ago flooding back into his mind...

" Scruffy... "

That isn't all that comes back to him though. The anger crashes down upon him like a tidal wave, and without thinking he is already up and moving towards the chanting goblins.

He reaches for his weapon, but instead of taking his hooked hammer, Phythas' hand drifts towards the hilt of his dogslicer, which he has always carried but never used since that day. However, where the was once a scared and angry boy, there is now a warrior fully grown.

As his feet pound on the ground, he yells back in Goblin,

[sblock=Goblin]" You forgot the last line, where ' Goblins bleed and goblins die! ' "[/sblock]

[sblock=Phythas Round 1]If Phythas can see a goblin in range, he charges, dogslicer wielded in both hands. If not, he takes a double move towards the action and readies his shield as well.[/sblock]

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Rainier snarls at this interruption of most sacred of events. He draws his greatsword, worn as a sign of respect for his grandfather as much as security with all these barbarians in town today, with a ringing hiss and charges toward the creature, intent on severing its head from its shoulders.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Surprise round

Having spotted the goblin skulking underneath the canvas-covered wagon in the church square, Rainier snarls at the interruption of most sacred of events. He draws his greatsword, worn as a sign of respect for his grandfather as much as security with all these barbarians in town today, with a ringing hiss and charges toward the creature, intent on severing its head from its shoulders. The goblin, a look of distracted excitement on its face, exits from beneath the wagon and clambers atop Ameiko Kaijitsu's buffet table. The creature's appearance elicits a scream of terror from a woman being handed a tankard of ale by one of the Rusty Dragon's serving girls. As the goblin fixates on a platter of cold salmon and feistily begins stuffing its face with the smoked delicacy, Rainier stalks up from head on and, with one masterful blow, lops the goblin's head off its gnarled shoulders. Rainier's blow with the greatsword is good for 8 points of damage. Bits of smoked salmon fly out of the goblin's surprised open mouth as its cleanly severed head bounces off the wooden buffet table and rolls to a stop in the square.

"G-g-g-go-go--!" Ravi stammers, but he cannot seem to get the word out. Still trying to force the word past his lips, the priest fumbles for the crossbow stored in his backpack, which he has kept loaded in case he needs to use it quickly to defend himself or others--now, for instance. Tearing the weapon out of the pack, from beneath a half-dozen books, Ravi clutches the crossbow with shaking hands. Goblin... goblins... in Sandpoint! Oh, gods, why today!? Ravi returns from fetching his crossbow in time to see Rainier Scarnetti lop the head off a goblin on top of Ameiko's buffet table.

[sblock=Die rolls]Rainier, greatsword AC 19, 2d6+2 dmg (rolls = 16, 2, 4)[/sblock]

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Rainier grabs a napkin and cleans off his blade, looking meaningfully at the outsiders gaping at him.

"Let no one disturb this most sacred of days."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Start of Round 1

As soon as Rainier severs the head from the salmon-binging goblin, the entire crowd grows quiet for a hair of a second. Caught totally unaware by the capricious turn of events, the folk turn and stare at the spectacle of a a ruined buffet, a dead dog, and a dead goblin in their midst. At that moment, however, a pair of goblins in the throes of looting hare past Rainier, singing yet another chorus of their ghoulish goblin song.
[sblock=Gron, Phythas]
"Goblins race and goblins jump.
Goblins slash and goblins bump.
Burn the skin and mash the head,
Goblins here and you be dead!

Chase the baby, catch the pup.
Bonk the head to shut it up.
Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,
We be goblins! You be food!"[/sblock]
The dastardly creatures seem not at all phased by Gron's bellowed threat, nor at the fate that only recently befell their kin.

At the moment the two newest goblin arrivals are 40 feet from the Sandpoint Cathedral's front doors, and 10 feet from The Rusty Dragon's buffet table. Rainier, Phythas, Gron, and Penn would all be within 10 feet of both goblins. Ravi, having gotten his crossbow, is at the Cathedral's front doors, 40 feet distant.

Initiative:
Phythas 17
Penn 14
Goblins 13
Gron 12
Rainier 10
Ravi 2

 

[Insight]

Once Gron is behind cover, he waits to get a clean shot at one of the Goblins, and fires his bow.

[sblock]I'd like to wait until the target is within 30ft to take advantage of Point Blank Shot.[/sblock]

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Tossing the bloody napkin back onto the table, Rainier closes with the nearest goblin, intent on finishing him off as quickly and neatly as the first one.

 

[Olaf the Stout]

Finally realising that the festivities have come to a halt, Penn surveys the scene.

"Looks like this could be a chance to make some coin," he thinks to himself.

Penn draws his Rapier and moves to attack the nearest Goblin.

"Oy you, the little guy, how about you pick on someone your own size," he shouts at a Goblin.

[sblock]I don't think that I can actually attack this round as I have to spend a move action to draw my weapon (BAB +0). I'll just close on the nearest goblin, putting myself between it and a member of the public.

Just for future reference though: Small Rapier, +0 Attack, 1d4 damage, 18-20(x2) critical[/sblock]

 

[Blind Azathoth]

Ravi breathes deeply, trying to steady his hands, as he moves closer to the goblins. May the gods guide my hands, so that I might protect these people, he silently prays, as he tries to get a clear shot on one of the scrawny creatures. Once he has one of them in his sights, he lets out his held breath and fires.

[sblock]Assuming that there are any goblins left standing, anyway, Ravi fires off his crossbow at the closest one (or whichever one looks to be the biggest menace at the time). +1 attack, 1d8 damage, 19-20/x2 critical, 80' range.[/sblock]

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Once the pair of goblins show themselves and rush past Rainier Scarnetti, Phythas is quick on his feet. Forgoing use of his shield, the gnome grips his goblin blade in both hands and charges the closest of the pair of goblins. Though the gap between Phythas and the goblin is but 10 feet, the gnome is both agile and determined. The dogslicer does its work admirably, cutting though the goblin's outer leather armor and laying bare a bit of quivering thigh muscle. The goblin shrieks in rage and spits on Phythas as the gnome deals him 3 points of damage.
[sblock=Phythas, Gron]The goblin that Phythas split open shrieks, "Pipsqueak wants to play, does it?!" [/sblock]
Finally realizing that the festivities have come to a halt, Penn surveys the beheaded goblin, the ruined platter of smoked salmon, and the now panicking crowd of Sandpointers. Calm as the eye of a storm, Penn draws his rapier, thinking to himself. Looks like this could be a chance to make some coin. The halfling picks his way past an overturned wooden bench that only moments before held sway to a family enjoying their evening repast. In the common tongue, Penn shouts at Phythas's assailant, "Oy you, the little guy, how about you pick on someone your own size?"

Phythas's goblin bares its yellowed teeth at the gnome and then at Penn's approach. The wretched creature snarls and, its own impromptu dogslicer in hand, lunges at Phythas. As the goblin leans in, Phythas feels the tip of the creature's makeshift dagger pierce his gut then slide upward in an angle bound for his heart. The weapon, short as it is, fails to reach the gnome's vital organ and then painfully wrenches free as the goblin dances backward, cackling madly with glee as it deals Phythas 5 points of damage. Despite the blood that freely flows from the dogslicer's stab wound, Phythas can smell the stink of the fetid creature lingering in the air about him--rotten seaweed, the sulphur of forgotten eggs, and the sweet cloying scent of dung.

Completely ignoring the battle going on in the church square between his kin and one of the townsfolk, the second goblin continues singing to itself in a high-pitched squeaking voice.
[sblock=Gron, Phythas] Delighting in one particular phrase of its song, the goblin repeats its favorite chorus over and over:

"Chase the baby, catch the pup.
Bonk the head to shut it up.
Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,
We be goblins! You be food!"

Chase the baby, catch the pup.
Bonk the head to shut it up.
Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,
We be goblins! You be food!" [/sblock]The goblin clambers atop the covered wagon. Hissing at the remaining acolyte until the youth trembles in fear and the boy drops his rope tether, the goblin capers on top of the loosely draped canvas, then yanks the canvas free for a peep beneath. The goblin hops back in surprise as doves, freed from the wagon's canvas, wheel for the sky in a mass some hundred bodies strong. The small goblin hops up and down, growling and trying to snatch one of Father Zantus's pigeons for a meal.

Gron takes cover behind Ameiko Kaijitsu's buffet table and takes a bead on the goblin chasing doves atop the now uncovered wagon. The arrow flies wide into the sky, missing the goblin but felling one of the doves in flight. The dove falls from the sky and lands with a thud beside the wagon, much to the delight of the goblin, who eyes it with intent.

Tossing the bloody napkin he'd recently used to wipe clean his blade back onto the table, Rainier closes with the nearest goblin, intent on finishing off the beast as quickly and neatly as the first one. Rainier swings his greatsword and levies yet another fell blow to yet another goblin. In a spray of blood that covers the front of Phythas's tunic, the tip of Rainier's greatsword pokes through the front of the goblin's chest as Rainier deals 9 points of damage to the goblin, killing the creature outright. The younger Scarnetti withdraws his blade from the limp kill and looks about for another goblin to slay. The beast atop the wagon is near at hand, though not in reach at the moment.

Ravi breathes deeply, trying to steady his hands, as he moves closer to the goblins. May the gods guide my hands, so that I might protect these people, Ravi silently prays. Fixing his aim on the goblin capering atop the wagon, Ravi fires his crossbow at the creature but misses, his bolt instead hitting the wagon's axel and shattering.

There is one goblin left. The goblin is standing on top of the wagon, 5 feet above Rainier, Penn, and Phythas. The goblin is within 30 feet of Gron and is 50 feet from Ravi.

Initiative:
Phythas 17
Penn 14
Goblins 13
Gron 12
Rainier 10
Ravi 2

[sblock=Die rolls]Phythas, dogslicer AC 15, 1d4+2 TH dmg (rolls = 12, 1)
Gron, longbow AC 7 (roll = 2)
Rainier, greatsword AC 17, 2d6+3 TH dmg (rolls = 14, 2, 4)
Ravi, light crossbow AC 7 (roll = 6)[/sblock]