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Torqua had no idea what those priests were doing to Mr Blue, but she was going to put an end to it right now. Moving into a flanking position, The fat sorceress bellows out a storm of fire at a pair of the villainous figures. Move: Moving to L9 Standard: Casting burning spray against P3 and P4...

"Vile runt! I should be crushing you right now." Beatrix bellows, her hammer hovering just above the cowering goblin's head. "But my goddess, the great Malborka is as kind as she is strong and vast." The massive priestess withdrawals her weapon for the moment. "It is by her mercy that shall be...

OOC: Guard will stay with the main group, since she isn't very stealthy

OOC: Oh sorry, feel free to disregard that post then

Torqua flips in mid-air and lands with cat-like grace. Without missing a beat, the fat sorceress breathes out a storm of flames at two of the guards. Speading an action point to use Burning Spray on G1 and G2. Burning Spray against G1 (vs Ref) 1d20+6=11 Fire Damage: 1d8+8=10 Burning Spray...

"Okay, Haaku, hold onto your hat." Torqua says. She takes in a mighty breath of air, puffing up like a great big balloon until finally, she blows out a powerful gust of wind. The magical wind carries both her and Haaku, through the doorway and into the room, dropping them off where ever they...

"Easy as pie." Torqua says, taking another look at the ritual circle, hoping to find a weakness. "Say when and I'll blow up a mighty gust of wind to get him where he needs to be." OOC: Arcane check to study the magical wall 1d20+7=22

Missing her target, Beatrix tries to get the goblin with a backhand swing. "Be crushed under the might of Malborka!" She cries, bringing her hammer down. 1d20=10 1d4+1=2

Bellowing her warcry to her goddess, Beatrix charges the goblin and swings her mighty warhammer. 1d20=1 1d4+1=3 Guessing that's a miss.

Torqua peers through the doorway, trying to figure out just what's happening in the other room. Insight Roll: 1d20+7=14

Guard has a look over the note. Oh dear, we should go apologize to this man when we see him tonight for causing such a racket. I wonder what could be so important that demanded such secrecy. What were doing in the bar anyway?

Readying her shield in a defensive position, Beatrix marches up the hill. Facing the rain of arrows that will come her way, the large priestess' warhammer rests in her hand, ready to smash these goblins into the ground. OOC: Marching up the hill and attacking the goblins if I get in range.

The others were getting too far ahead for Torqua's liking. What if they got themselves into trouble. No doubt they would be doomed without her help. Or worse, what if they found some giant treasure chest without her? Oh, how simply unthinkable. With all the grace a woman of her size can muster...

The warforged, still lying on the floor, suddenly begins to shake. Guard's face reappears on her head and her blue eyes flicker into life. "Goodness me, what happened?" She asks as picks herself up, coughing up smoke.

"Am on it!" Beatrix calls out. She bolts towards the fence like a rampaging rhino. Warhammer raised, she's ready to crush the goblins on the other side of the fence, even if she has to smash her way through the fence to get to them. Moving to the fence so I can attack the new group of...

Strike takes the drink and downs it in one gulp, fire and all. "Ha too easy!" She says, wiping her mouth. "Problem with you fleshies is you're all too-too-too-too-too-too-too-." Strike freezes up as a smoke begins to bellow out of her. With that, she falls to the ground with a loud clang! She...

"Alekan, go helping villagers to safety. Quickly! I will be holding off goblins." Beatrix orders, drawing her shield and hammer. The large priestess marches forward towards the goblins, banging her hammer against her shield. "Hey, tiny tiny goblins! You are biting off more than you can be...

OOC: This wont end well 1d20+5=15

Torqua returns the hug. "Thanks kiddo. We'll do our best help Mr Blue out of whatever mess he's gotten into." She says softly, giving him a pat on the head. "Just so know, I Torqua Debu the great sorceress am not impressed easily. But leading us down here, even at the risk of your own life, now...

Strike throws the barkeep two coins and then downs her drink. It's unknown just where the drink goes, but where ever it goes, it does seem to help relax her joints. Also helps shut up that voice in her head. Always whining about this and that. "That'll grease your gears." She says. "Keep em...