OOC:
Init of 17 for goblin, 8 for goblin dog. I will post for the absent. Happy thanksgiving!
The crowd from the White Deer can be heard clearly, cheering and shouting encouragement. A few of the braver souls have started filtering out from the inn to stand and watch the proceedings, looking excited, but hanging back enough to suggest more than a little fear. The nobleman has regained his composure, and clenches his fist in support.
The lone goblin, realising with a sinking clarity that this will be the end of him, and not too keen to die just yet, throws down his weapon and squeals for mercy. His little arms jut up into the air, palms stretched, showing his surrender.
"Please, please, please, don't hurt!" he squeals in goblin.
Jokad, not paying too much attention to the goblin, so focused is he on the goblin dog, swings his axe towards the leaping dog. Its mouth is spread wide, trying to pounce and attach to Jokad's neck. His axe catches the goblin dog hard in the mouth, part splitting its head open, and spilling a messy lump of jaw and tongue onto the ground. The dog is still wedged onto the axe, its body limp, and it is this stuck body that stops Jokad being able to hit the goblin with his cleaving sweep. Instead he whacks the goblin off his feet, effectively bowling him over with the carcass of the goblin dog.
Mandraiv, seeing his opportunity, moves forward to stand over the goblin, kicking his dogslicer far out of reach, and making sure, at the same time, that none of his companions decide to end the little green fellow's life.
The crowd cheer, and with the relative calm that descends after their outburst of joy, you notice that there is no discernible sounds of combat elsewhere in Sandpoint. It appears that the goblin raid may be over. At least for now.
The nobleman strides forward, his lip curled up in distaste at the goblin prisoner.
"
It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Aldern Foxglove.". The man thanks you all profusely, walking around, shaking each of your hands in turn. When he reaches Jokad, he takes the big barbarian's hands and clasps them strongly. "
A true hero! If you hadn't come along when you did they would have killed me. I owe you now. I am in your debt! I just wish those filthy little things hadn't killed poor Raxnor. He may have been too old for the hunt now, but he was still my favourite dog!."
Encounter 3 is over! 3 goblins dead, 1 goblin dog dead, and 1 captive!
OOC: The nobleman wants to stay and chat to you for a bit. You have a prisoner, some dead bodies around you, and probably need to get the sheriff involved.