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((OOC: Jamilee's grabbed what she's grabbed, and I suggest everyone do the same - pick a goblin, and go to town. I suggest Semabin nabs the healing potion, and Jamilee's grabbed the wand mostly because she thinks she's the only one who can actually use it against the remainder of the goblins. We...

Jamilee hurriedly stows away the small stuff she finds on the caster's body, leaving its weapons and armor behind. She's not particularly paying attention to what other people might or might not be doing regarding the posessions of the other goblins.. but she lingers on the bottle of spirits for...

Jamilee sheathes her weapons and goes down on one knee - she doesn't waste time waiting for the goblin to stop twitching before she pats down its body, and quickly checks its pockets. She makes especially sure to secure that nasty wand it used, and sticks it in her belt. "There are more. In a -...

Jamilee has no compunctions against giving the goblin the quick end it so desperately seems to want, if she catches it before it gets a chance to make its move. And she's pretty fast. (Initiative 17. Even if she loses initiative, she'll attack and probably hit: 1d20+6=23, 1d6+1=5)

"Get on the ground," is Jamilee's not-so-kind suggestion. She follows up with a phlegmy hack, grimacing. "And thank the hrman tying you up - he is the hreason you yet hrnlive." She risks another quick glance to her companions. "We need to go. Which - hack - way to the docks?"

"Confronting this creature is - kaff - useless," the elf observes coolly. "It knows it is hrnlying, and does not care. We should kill it, sweep towards the docks, find its friends, and - hack -kill them as well, not stand around and give it time to come up with better hrnlies." She glances at...

The corner of the elf's crooked mouth dips even further; in contrast, the tip of her blade remains just where it is, pointed at the goblin's throat. She remembers the four goblins ganging up on a single man, and the image of the dead guardsman with this goblins' arrows sticking out of him.. "No...

The elf does not seem mollified in the slightest by the goblins' plea - in fact, her mouth simply curls with disdain and the pain of her burns coming to the fore now that the rush of battle is wearing off. "I don't believe hralf of that, creature," she grates out. "Elaborate. Tell me what, hnh...

Jamilee strides towards where she last saw the one remaining goblin, blades still out and bellowing. Well, screeching. "One chance, little hrrunt! Yield!" ((Int check failed. She takes a double move going after it, and if she manages to catch sight of it in the downpour, attempt to wedge it in...

Jinx gives the back of his neck a scratch, frowning a tad. "Figure I can carry one of 'm lanterns - though I figure I need both hands t'shoot my crossbow, I don't need 'em as bad as someone who's goin' to mix it up close 'n personal." He looks to William. "Figure the map's best in your hands...

Jamilee gives chase as the goblin caster slips away from her, and the look of indignant surprise on her face when this earns her a flash of fire from the wand could be considered funny by some. She yelps with the sudden pain, and though she manages to close with the goblin again, her attacks on...

Character approvals tend to take a fair bit of time to process, but never fear! Unless you're applying for something very much out of the ordinary, there's no reason to wait long before you start playing. The main hindrance of an unapproved character is that they can't be awarded XP; but that...

((Ah, well.. you know what they say about hammers and shiny nails, or assumption. I suppose her actions are unchanged; the only things that're different are that her attack rolls are now two points higher than shown, and that I need to edit some flavor text.))

The elf's confidence takes a sudden nose-dive, as cold fear claws at the edges of her mind, and amplifies her doubt from within -- you're on fire, this is some kind of spellcaster, you're hurt, there's a worg out there, run! -- but she holds. Barely. The expression on her face as she realizes...

Jamilee catches fire. The searing pain makes it hard for her to think straight, but she keeps it together enough to realize that the goblin's wand is probably good for at least a few more helpings of fire, and so that if she stops, drops, and rolls, she'll simply get another serving right...

((OOC: Jamilee'll probably get a few new scars out of this: (1d20+4=10). Does she, or anyone, notice that the wagonneer is down but not quite out for the count yet? Even if he's unconscious, being set on fire might provoke some kind of reaction, after all. : > ))

Jamilee flinches at the flash and heat of the exploding alchemist's fire flask, but doesn't let it distract her; two paces through the ankle-deep water around the overflowing fountain take her within reach of the goblin that cut up the wagonneer. She repays him in kind, with interest - while she...

Observing the lack of effect from her spell, Jamilee scowls and sputters disappointedly. "..but Venn told me this would grnalways work! Oh, well.." She consoles herself by heading into the developing melee; drawing her shortsword into her off hand, she slashes at one of the goblins with her...

Jamilee takes only a split second to take in the situation, and decide that despite the rain, the warg-riding goblin archer might actually be the bigger threat. Drawing her cutlass, she closes and points at the warg, uttering the harsh syllables of a Cause Fear spell. Her raven's up in the air...

((OOC: yeh. I have no real preference for either adventure, but under the circumstances, well - time seems short, Jamilee's the sort of person who wouldn't let an (apparent) opportunity for some fast, righteous violence slip by. If she's too much, I'll simply have her withdraw, claiming loudly...