Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[Krug]

"Why not up the wager? Give up all your slaves!" Bhartus shouts.

 

[jasamcarl]

Nicos grits his teeth at Jericho's suggestion, "Very well D'orite!!!"
To the crowd, "Brother's, cousins, and countrymen, my honor is at stake!! There is to be no revenge should I fail."

"Why not up the wager? Give up all your slaves!" Bhartus shouts.

To Bhartus, "My father would never tolerate that and those slaves are in his care. I still possess some loyalty to my house, a quality I doubt is shared by the likes of a dwarf."

He motions to one of his kin with his head. The younger Aporos bring hims a couple of flasks of liquid which, after he drinks, repairs the scars left by Tarowyn. Nicos stands upright, and brings a longsword from its holster on his waist.

Nicos waves a sword in the air. In response, guards come to fetch the humans away from the circle leaving five goblins in place. The circle breaks as the crowd parts to make way for three other goblins. Behind strides a massive creature, some 7ft tall that vaguely resembles a goblin, only incredably muscular, wielding a morningstar and encased in studded leather armor like his smaller kin. They join the five other goblins in the center of the circle. Nicos strides out to join them.

The nobleman waves to the party, "Please, enter my domain. Do not let Jeeshank scare you; he is a loyal pet. We shall begin when my cousin gives the word." A wicked smile is on his face.

 

[Krug]

"Is that a hob? Perhaps a Bugbear?" Bhartus stands next to Jericho. "We should fight close together," he says.

Bhartus casts Bless on the party.

"May our blows and aim be sure," he says to the group.

 

[jasamcarl]

Each member of the party feels something approaching a divine touch after Bhartus finishes his invokation of Moradin.

OOC: Just waiting for everyone to respond and we will continue.

 

[Mirth]

"I warned you not to move," Tarowyn says to Nicos as he lets fly two Rapid, Precise, Point Blank shots at Nicos' chest. "We are not playthings for your games, boy," the elf says as the arrows streak towards their target.

OOC: Festy is moving, see this thread. Just a reminder. Way OOC: 400th post!

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho nods to Krug...

"We strike the big'un... and then squash the little'uns..."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney stands by her compainions with some misgivings, her hands moving through the motions of a spell (Mage Armor).

 

[jasamcarl]

Norri looks up to the rest of the party, "I will go tell the sheriff of this. Have fun, tall ones." The halfling runs off back down the trail leading to town.

 

[jasamcarl]

Tarowyn's arrows slam into Nicos, grazing his chainmail with a noticable thump. The noble is in obvious pain when he screams, "You will pay for that elf! The battle is on! Attack my pets!!"

Those nobles and merchants who had been near the party at the edge of the circle scamper away to avoid the onslaught.


Initiative:Whitney, Tarowyn, Goblins, Nicos and Jericho, Bhartus, Jeeshank(Bugbear)

Whitney is up.

ooc: Since none of you actually stated you entered the circle, I'm assuming the fight begins with both sides seperated by 75ft, with the party at the edge of the circle. Have fun.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney starts off with casting Sleep on the goblins.