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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 3674429" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>A destination is gained</strong></p><p></p><p>Haimish ignored the request from Xanthos and leapt from the top of the ruins onto the back of a mounted goblin, knocking the goblin from the worg and sending the worg skidding into the base of the ruins. Menthos wasted no time in eldritch blasting the prone goblin with a shot to its kidney’s, ending its life, he then clambered up a covered wagon to take a high ground defense and get a better lay of the battlefield.</p><p></p><p>Doopa immediately dismounted and slammed his club into the skull of a charging goblin, crushing it like paper; the worg however took a chunk of flesh off of Doopa’s thigh as it passed the ogre.</p><p></p><p>Turgar brought his horse around to the north of the ruins and brought up a defensive aura that would damage any enemy that dared strike him in combat. He then dismounted and waited like a spider for the flies to come. Xanthos transformed into a giant owl and harried goblin riders on the south side of the ruins. The caravan turned it’s attentions to the goblins and began slinging rocks at those that rode by. </p><p></p><p>What started as a trickle of cavalry, turned into a torrent as two dozen more riders burst through the woods towards the camp. Doopa limped near Turgar and the two ogres fought off six mounted worgs trying to preoccupy as many riders as they could. Haimish was embattled near the western base of the ruins trying to fend off four worgs as their goblin riders dismounted and began to ascend the ruins to gain entry to the encamped caravan. </p><p></p><p>The ogre mage watched and waited as his training told him this battle would end up like all the others, a victory for his side. Xanthos swooped down and picked off one rider at a time, carried them thirty feet up and then dropped them on the stone ruins. Those that weren’t killed by the fall wouldn’t be walking at of the battle under their own power. </p><p></p><p>Haimish saw that he was losing his battle to keep the goblins from ascending the wagons at shifted tactics and shielded himself against the worg’s attacks while he prepared a spell. Menthos saw the goblins crest the top of the western most wagon and tried to pick them off, but the unsteadiness of his footing caused several eldritch blast to go awry. The goblins broke off into two groups, one busied themselves with unhooking the wagon from the two it was attached to, while another half dozen poured over the wagon and faced off with the caravan in hand-to-hand combat.</p><p></p><p>Turgar and Doopa fought their way to stand back-to-back only to surround themselves with a dozen mounted goblins, unwilling to face the ogre’s fury up close, the goblins switched to slings and rained rocks upon the duo. Enraged and not wanting to die at range of the enemy, Doopa bull rushed the western most worg cavalry and took a bite to his left forearm courtesy of the worg, but managed to shove the double threat back ten feet and create a gap in the ringed group. Xanthos dipped his wing and charged the eastern goblin and carried it twenty feet to Turgar’s feet and dropped it from a distance of ten feet. The startled goblin looked up and watched the dragon shaman’s longsword end it’s life.</p><p></p><p>Haimish completed his spell and spoke in goblin, “Okay, tell me if you’ve heard this one before. A goblin, a mind flayer, and a hell hound walk into a bar. The goblin wants an ale, the mind flayer wants a red wine, and the hell hound wants water. Only one of them ordered for the group, why did all three of them get water? Because the hell hound is a bitch!”</p><p></p><p>All but one of the goblins assaulting the caravan keel over in laughter as <em>Tasha’s Hideous Laughter</em> grips them tightly, this makes the caravan’s job much easier as they are able to gang up on the lone standing goblin and eliminate that threat while they can pick apart the laughing defenseless ones at their leisure. </p><p></p><p>Xanthos turned in the air and dove in for another swoop against the goblins, as he got low and made ready to pry the scared creature off his big dog, a convergence occurred with Doopa and Turgar and the ogre mage lit up the trio with a <em>lightening bolt</em>. Doopa’s great constitution shrugged off the damage, Turgar wasn’t so lucky however and he collapsed in a twitching mass of pulsing muscles on the ground. Pain ripped through Xanthos, causing him to alter his flight path and he missed grabbing the mounted goblin. Xanthos changed tactics and transformed into a tiger and landed on the ground a few feet behind the worg.</p><p></p><p>Doopa saw a brief flash of light, felt the sting of electricity course through his body, then watched the fried goblin in front of him disintegrate in the wind as the worg below it yelped from the singed skin on it’s back. The ogre pounded away at the worg and soon ceased it’s howling.</p><p></p><p>Haimish charged a worg circling Turgar and bashed his shield into it’s haunches and slashed his sword across the back of the mounted goblin, causing it to screech in pain before falling off the worg and bleeding out. The worg turned to face it’s new threat, but was unable to get it’s jaws around Haimish’s shield to bite the bard.</p><p></p><p>Menthos stopped aiming at the goblins disconnecting the wagon and turned his sights on the circle of death moving to surround Haimish. The warlock eliminated two of the goblins and Xanthos took down the worg he was battling with before they could reach Haimish.</p><p></p><p>The unamused ogre mage whipped <em>magic missiles</em> into Doopa’s chest as the ogre set his sights on the leader. Menthos abandoned his position and raced over the tops of the wagons leaping across three wagons to reach the northern most one and only thirty feet from Haimish and Xanthos as they struggled against the death defiant worgs.</p><p></p><p>*whistles* “Hey mutts up here!” Menthos shouted as he activated his ring and sent a shower of golden sparks through the air, dazzling the simple beasts and allowing Xanthos and Haimish to kill two worgs immediately.</p><p></p><p>The ogre mage grunts in frustration and covers the area in a <em>cone of cold</em>, freezing whatever life Turgar had left and nearly felling the barbarian. Xanthos and Haimish avoid the worst of the damage, but now their brief moment of elation was turning sour as the prospect of a continued magical onslaught from the ogre mage began to look like a reality.</p><p></p><p>The only remaining goblins (those that weren’t frozen by the cone of cold) call over a few worgs and they tether them to the wagon to act as beast of burden, the goblins then begin to slowly pull the wagon out of it’s defensive ring and towards the south.</p><p></p><p>“We’ve got to take down the mage, he’s going to kill us!” Xanthos shouts as he ignores the seven remaining worgs and charges towards the ogre mage, the <em>cone of cold</em> however left an unwelcome surprise, it had coated the ground in it’s area of effect with a sheet of ice, making movement a slippery endeavor and charging impossible. </p><p></p><p>Menthos switched targets to the ogre mage as Doopa arrived to beat on the creature with his tree trunk, the smilodon snapped it’s jaws at Doopa, but only gritted air as the ogre took the full brunt of Doopa’s swing and laughed at him.</p><p></p><p>The worgs had as much difficulty as the party in moving across the icy ground, Haimish decided to even the odds a little more and steadied himself for a slashing strike as worgs tried to run past him. He took down two more before he needed to move to attack any further.</p><p></p><p>Menthos launched another eldritch blast at the ogre mage then turned to the frightened caravan below him, “Get out here and defend your lives like you want to live, or I’ll make sure the next blast of ice ends all of your cowardly lives!” </p><p></p><p>The verbal lashing focuses the caravan into slinging at the ogre mage who still sits and watches the stones bounce off his skin as if they were flowers. The fleeing goblins get the wagon turned around and headed east, perpendicular to the river. They line up a shallow crossing as best they can and aim for that.</p><p></p><p>The ogre mage reaches out with his long massive arms and throttles Doopa about the neck, squeezing the trachea and staunching the blood flow to and from the brain. His large fingers near encompass the barbarian’s entire neck. Doopa drops his club and flails against the hold of the ogre mage as the blue skinned ogre lifts the girthy Doopa off the ground. Xanthos hurries as best he can on the ice to reach Doopa as Haimish readies another <em>Tasha’s Hideous Laughter</em> spell. Menthos pours eldritch blasts into the blue ogre as stones continue to rain upon it’s form. </p><p></p><p>Then nothing, the ogre and big cat were gone. Doopa fell to the ground gasping for air as Xanthos reached the barbarian and transformed to administer healing to the barbarian’s neck. The caravan cheered claiming their stones had driven the creature away. Menthos just scoffed, then he saw the missing wagon stuck in the river to the south.</p><p></p><p>“Oh Xanthos, looks like we have some escapees. Maybe we could torture one into telling us where their hideout is?” Menthos cooed.</p><p></p><p>Xanthos’ ears perked up and he transformed back into his giant owl and took flight at the last of the goblins. Xanthos got twenty feet into the air to clear the ruins and never descended, transforming back into a tiger and dropping the twenty feet right on top of the surprised goblins. His frustration tears into the humanoids, blood and innards are sent flying as Xanthos deliberately spares a lone goblin from the same fate. The last goblin dives into the icy water and tries to swim to the far side of the river. Xanthos leaps into the water and transforms into a river dolphin and pins the goblin to the bank on the far side of the river.</p><p></p><p>Menthos and Haimish arrive to deal with the now harmless tethered worgs as Doopa sits and tries to regain his bearings. Xanthos transforms back to an elf and hefts the soaked goblin out of the water and tosses him back to the party’s side of the river. </p><p></p><p>“Get the info and then make it take you to it.” Xanthos instructs, a primal fury still resonating in his voice</p><p></p><p>Menthos backhands the goblin and falls upon the creature, kneeing it in the stomach while doing so, “Where are the goblins coming from?”</p><p></p><p>The goblin spits and coughs trying to catch it’s breath.</p><p></p><p>Menthos backhands the goblin again, this time drawing blood as it’s lip tears from the contact.</p><p></p><p>“We come from Hledra.” The goblin coughs out</p><p></p><p>“Who is your leader there?” Menthos demands, shifting his weight to apply more pressure to the diaphragm of the goblin</p><p></p><p>“Gorga.” The goblin issues</p><p></p><p>“Was that Gorga on the saber-toothed tiger?” Menthos asks</p><p></p><p>“No, that Grikshawk” The goblin answers</p><p></p><p>Menthos pulls a dagger from his belt and holds it to the neck of the goblin then bends in close to the thing’s ear, “You will take us to Hledra, or I will damn you to an eternity in a lake of scouring salt. Each day it will flay your skin open to expose the tissue beneath to the painful memory of burning salt. You understand me?” </p><p></p><p>The goblin nods and Haimish pulls Menthos off the creature, “Okay, I think he’s had plenty. I don’t want to smell goblin piss all the way to this Hledra because you scared it’s bladder to death.”</p><p></p><p>“Hey, ugly ogre still alive!” Doopa shouts from across the encampment</p><p></p><p>Fearing the ogre mage had returned, Xanthos runs to Doopa’s side to find Turgar still breathing albeit in distress. Some quick meditations later and Turgar was resting peacefully as the party and the caravan retrieved the loosed wagon from the river and got it back in line with the rest of the wagons. Haimish saw to the goblin’s “protection” not entirely trusting any of the other party members to keep it alive long enough to get to Hledra. </p><p></p><p>As dusk began to overtake the afternoon sky, the caravan was back on track to Kindoras and the party was headed north into the Majestics toward Hledra.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 3674429, member: 11574"] [b]A destination is gained[/b] Haimish ignored the request from Xanthos and leapt from the top of the ruins onto the back of a mounted goblin, knocking the goblin from the worg and sending the worg skidding into the base of the ruins. Menthos wasted no time in eldritch blasting the prone goblin with a shot to its kidney’s, ending its life, he then clambered up a covered wagon to take a high ground defense and get a better lay of the battlefield. Doopa immediately dismounted and slammed his club into the skull of a charging goblin, crushing it like paper; the worg however took a chunk of flesh off of Doopa’s thigh as it passed the ogre. Turgar brought his horse around to the north of the ruins and brought up a defensive aura that would damage any enemy that dared strike him in combat. He then dismounted and waited like a spider for the flies to come. Xanthos transformed into a giant owl and harried goblin riders on the south side of the ruins. The caravan turned it’s attentions to the goblins and began slinging rocks at those that rode by. What started as a trickle of cavalry, turned into a torrent as two dozen more riders burst through the woods towards the camp. Doopa limped near Turgar and the two ogres fought off six mounted worgs trying to preoccupy as many riders as they could. Haimish was embattled near the western base of the ruins trying to fend off four worgs as their goblin riders dismounted and began to ascend the ruins to gain entry to the encamped caravan. The ogre mage watched and waited as his training told him this battle would end up like all the others, a victory for his side. Xanthos swooped down and picked off one rider at a time, carried them thirty feet up and then dropped them on the stone ruins. Those that weren’t killed by the fall wouldn’t be walking at of the battle under their own power. Haimish saw that he was losing his battle to keep the goblins from ascending the wagons at shifted tactics and shielded himself against the worg’s attacks while he prepared a spell. Menthos saw the goblins crest the top of the western most wagon and tried to pick them off, but the unsteadiness of his footing caused several eldritch blast to go awry. The goblins broke off into two groups, one busied themselves with unhooking the wagon from the two it was attached to, while another half dozen poured over the wagon and faced off with the caravan in hand-to-hand combat. Turgar and Doopa fought their way to stand back-to-back only to surround themselves with a dozen mounted goblins, unwilling to face the ogre’s fury up close, the goblins switched to slings and rained rocks upon the duo. Enraged and not wanting to die at range of the enemy, Doopa bull rushed the western most worg cavalry and took a bite to his left forearm courtesy of the worg, but managed to shove the double threat back ten feet and create a gap in the ringed group. Xanthos dipped his wing and charged the eastern goblin and carried it twenty feet to Turgar’s feet and dropped it from a distance of ten feet. The startled goblin looked up and watched the dragon shaman’s longsword end it’s life. Haimish completed his spell and spoke in goblin, “Okay, tell me if you’ve heard this one before. A goblin, a mind flayer, and a hell hound walk into a bar. The goblin wants an ale, the mind flayer wants a red wine, and the hell hound wants water. Only one of them ordered for the group, why did all three of them get water? Because the hell hound is a bitch!” All but one of the goblins assaulting the caravan keel over in laughter as [I]Tasha’s Hideous Laughter[/I] grips them tightly, this makes the caravan’s job much easier as they are able to gang up on the lone standing goblin and eliminate that threat while they can pick apart the laughing defenseless ones at their leisure. Xanthos turned in the air and dove in for another swoop against the goblins, as he got low and made ready to pry the scared creature off his big dog, a convergence occurred with Doopa and Turgar and the ogre mage lit up the trio with a [I]lightening bolt[/I]. Doopa’s great constitution shrugged off the damage, Turgar wasn’t so lucky however and he collapsed in a twitching mass of pulsing muscles on the ground. Pain ripped through Xanthos, causing him to alter his flight path and he missed grabbing the mounted goblin. Xanthos changed tactics and transformed into a tiger and landed on the ground a few feet behind the worg. Doopa saw a brief flash of light, felt the sting of electricity course through his body, then watched the fried goblin in front of him disintegrate in the wind as the worg below it yelped from the singed skin on it’s back. The ogre pounded away at the worg and soon ceased it’s howling. Haimish charged a worg circling Turgar and bashed his shield into it’s haunches and slashed his sword across the back of the mounted goblin, causing it to screech in pain before falling off the worg and bleeding out. The worg turned to face it’s new threat, but was unable to get it’s jaws around Haimish’s shield to bite the bard. Menthos stopped aiming at the goblins disconnecting the wagon and turned his sights on the circle of death moving to surround Haimish. The warlock eliminated two of the goblins and Xanthos took down the worg he was battling with before they could reach Haimish. The unamused ogre mage whipped [I]magic missiles[/I] into Doopa’s chest as the ogre set his sights on the leader. Menthos abandoned his position and raced over the tops of the wagons leaping across three wagons to reach the northern most one and only thirty feet from Haimish and Xanthos as they struggled against the death defiant worgs. *whistles* “Hey mutts up here!” Menthos shouted as he activated his ring and sent a shower of golden sparks through the air, dazzling the simple beasts and allowing Xanthos and Haimish to kill two worgs immediately. The ogre mage grunts in frustration and covers the area in a [I]cone of cold[/I], freezing whatever life Turgar had left and nearly felling the barbarian. Xanthos and Haimish avoid the worst of the damage, but now their brief moment of elation was turning sour as the prospect of a continued magical onslaught from the ogre mage began to look like a reality. The only remaining goblins (those that weren’t frozen by the cone of cold) call over a few worgs and they tether them to the wagon to act as beast of burden, the goblins then begin to slowly pull the wagon out of it’s defensive ring and towards the south. “We’ve got to take down the mage, he’s going to kill us!” Xanthos shouts as he ignores the seven remaining worgs and charges towards the ogre mage, the [I]cone of cold[/I] however left an unwelcome surprise, it had coated the ground in it’s area of effect with a sheet of ice, making movement a slippery endeavor and charging impossible. Menthos switched targets to the ogre mage as Doopa arrived to beat on the creature with his tree trunk, the smilodon snapped it’s jaws at Doopa, but only gritted air as the ogre took the full brunt of Doopa’s swing and laughed at him. The worgs had as much difficulty as the party in moving across the icy ground, Haimish decided to even the odds a little more and steadied himself for a slashing strike as worgs tried to run past him. He took down two more before he needed to move to attack any further. Menthos launched another eldritch blast at the ogre mage then turned to the frightened caravan below him, “Get out here and defend your lives like you want to live, or I’ll make sure the next blast of ice ends all of your cowardly lives!” The verbal lashing focuses the caravan into slinging at the ogre mage who still sits and watches the stones bounce off his skin as if they were flowers. The fleeing goblins get the wagon turned around and headed east, perpendicular to the river. They line up a shallow crossing as best they can and aim for that. The ogre mage reaches out with his long massive arms and throttles Doopa about the neck, squeezing the trachea and staunching the blood flow to and from the brain. His large fingers near encompass the barbarian’s entire neck. Doopa drops his club and flails against the hold of the ogre mage as the blue skinned ogre lifts the girthy Doopa off the ground. Xanthos hurries as best he can on the ice to reach Doopa as Haimish readies another [I]Tasha’s Hideous Laughter[/I] spell. Menthos pours eldritch blasts into the blue ogre as stones continue to rain upon it’s form. Then nothing, the ogre and big cat were gone. Doopa fell to the ground gasping for air as Xanthos reached the barbarian and transformed to administer healing to the barbarian’s neck. The caravan cheered claiming their stones had driven the creature away. Menthos just scoffed, then he saw the missing wagon stuck in the river to the south. “Oh Xanthos, looks like we have some escapees. Maybe we could torture one into telling us where their hideout is?” Menthos cooed. Xanthos’ ears perked up and he transformed back into his giant owl and took flight at the last of the goblins. Xanthos got twenty feet into the air to clear the ruins and never descended, transforming back into a tiger and dropping the twenty feet right on top of the surprised goblins. His frustration tears into the humanoids, blood and innards are sent flying as Xanthos deliberately spares a lone goblin from the same fate. The last goblin dives into the icy water and tries to swim to the far side of the river. Xanthos leaps into the water and transforms into a river dolphin and pins the goblin to the bank on the far side of the river. Menthos and Haimish arrive to deal with the now harmless tethered worgs as Doopa sits and tries to regain his bearings. Xanthos transforms back to an elf and hefts the soaked goblin out of the water and tosses him back to the party’s side of the river. “Get the info and then make it take you to it.” Xanthos instructs, a primal fury still resonating in his voice Menthos backhands the goblin and falls upon the creature, kneeing it in the stomach while doing so, “Where are the goblins coming from?” The goblin spits and coughs trying to catch it’s breath. Menthos backhands the goblin again, this time drawing blood as it’s lip tears from the contact. “We come from Hledra.” The goblin coughs out “Who is your leader there?” Menthos demands, shifting his weight to apply more pressure to the diaphragm of the goblin “Gorga.” The goblin issues “Was that Gorga on the saber-toothed tiger?” Menthos asks “No, that Grikshawk” The goblin answers Menthos pulls a dagger from his belt and holds it to the neck of the goblin then bends in close to the thing’s ear, “You will take us to Hledra, or I will damn you to an eternity in a lake of scouring salt. Each day it will flay your skin open to expose the tissue beneath to the painful memory of burning salt. You understand me?” The goblin nods and Haimish pulls Menthos off the creature, “Okay, I think he’s had plenty. I don’t want to smell goblin piss all the way to this Hledra because you scared it’s bladder to death.” “Hey, ugly ogre still alive!” Doopa shouts from across the encampment Fearing the ogre mage had returned, Xanthos runs to Doopa’s side to find Turgar still breathing albeit in distress. Some quick meditations later and Turgar was resting peacefully as the party and the caravan retrieved the loosed wagon from the river and got it back in line with the rest of the wagons. Haimish saw to the goblin’s “protection” not entirely trusting any of the other party members to keep it alive long enough to get to Hledra. As dusk began to overtake the afternoon sky, the caravan was back on track to Kindoras and the party was headed north into the Majestics toward Hledra. [/QUOTE]
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