Gran March Adventure

Thrang Hymnir, gnome sorcerer

Thrang decides, as the goblins start to pull out and retreat, to go over and slay most of the goblins he's knocked unconscious with his magic. First he heads back near the goblins, finding a good spot to keep an eye on the bunch, and draws his dagger, dropping the crossbow.

He'll slit one goblin's throat as best he can with his scrawny gnome-muscles, then ready himself to zap the remaining goblins as soon as they seem to regain consciousness. He'll then proceed to step up to each and slit its throat, getting the grim business over with.

If Thrang sees that one of them dropped a mace, morningstar, club, spear, or other weapon that's a bit heftier and better-suited to execution (by braining, slicing, or stabbing), he'll pick that up before continuing the execution, to use in place of his small dagger.

"Anyone want to come o'er and tie up a goblin for questioning? Oh, and Mallie, stay down for another minute girl, 's for your own good", Thrang calls out while he executes the goblins one-by-one. If anyone responds in the positive, he'll leave one goblin alive and just hold his dagger near its throat, threateningly, until someone comes by with a rope to tie it up.

Once the executions are finished, he'll retrieve his crossbow and sheathe his dagger. If any goblins dropped a decent weapon he'll keep that, too, and find a way to strap or sheathe or sling it over his shoulder, through his belt, or in one of his boots.

He's uneasy killing the goblins this way, but doesn't think any good will come of leaving them alive. He'd rather Mallie not see the executions, either.

[sblock]First 'round' after his shot, Thrang steps over to position himself about 5 feet from one or two of the goblins his Color Spray knocked out, then draws his dagger and drops the crossbow, though since he's short to begin with it's not going to be jarred much from the very brief fall.

After getting close, he'll ready another Color Spray, and once the goblins begin to stir he'll blast them with it to knock them unconscious again. Then he'll move into melee reach of one or two goblins. I'm not sure if Color Spray's duration of effect is supposed to be player-knowledge or not, so I'm just assuming for now that Thrang has no idea when the goblins will wake up again from his spell?

Round by round after that, a coup de grace with his dagger, or whatever scavenged goblin weapon he picks up instead of his dagger. If someone comes by to tie up a goblin, he'll be holding his dagger to its throat and ready to attack if it tries to escape or strike him before the ally can tie up the goblin.[/sblock]
 
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Trollbabe said:
Mallie peaks up over the side of the wagon seeing the goblins retreating she whispers "Is it over?"


"Looks to be over dear," Rowan responds to the girl. "But I suggest ye be stayin' down anyway, just in case."
 

Thalmarose will take a moment after realising that they aren't going to die after all to compose himself. He scans the forest for the source of the horn a moment, then jumps down from the wagon to aid any of the caravans wounded.
 

Laravier McDonnell, Fighter 1, Hp: 9/12

"Yellow bellied scum!" Laravier shouts at the retreating goblins.

He wipes the goblin blood off of his blade, sheathes it, then picks up his dropped longbow.

He turns to the rest of the group,"Was I the only one to get nicked?"

He checks on Mallie to make sure she is ok.
 

Verran stays at her post as her teammates crowd 'round the goblins and the wounded. Her sling is still in her hand and she's watching the area the horn sounded from.
 

Thrang begins the dirty work and finishes off all but one goblin while waiting to see if the others wish to interrogate the last. He finds a decent looking club made of hardwood that should suit his purpose.

Mallie remains low in the wagon and assures Laravier she is fine.

As quickly as the goblins came they appear to have left also. The rain is still falling and the taskmaster's horse moves down the column. The taskmaster has been wounded and he leans in the saddle. "Lets not waste time... we need to move..." He is no longer shouting his voice lowered. When he reaches "your" group he seems relieved that you are all ok. "That was very unpleasent... I see you have a captive?"
 

Thrang Hymnir, male gnome sorcerer 1

"Aye, taskmaster, if ya want to keep 'em tied up for questioning. If not...." the gnome replies, looking down at his bloodied weapon with a grimace.
 

"Lets keep the wretch gagged and bound... Let the boys at Fort Endurance have a go at him..." Raising his voice and looking to the head of the column he shouts: "Lets move!" The oxen groan and the caravan begins to move. The taskmaster holds his side and moves his steed up the edge of the column.

With less teamsters and a very muddy road the caravan moves very clumsy. The Dim Forest seems to encrouch more and more on the lonely road the deeper into the woods you travel. You will not reach Fort Endurance by sun down everyone keeps an eye out for a possible campsite. However, it is unlikely that many will be able to sleep knowing what the woods hide.

The road gets darker and darker as the sun sinks on the overcast horizon. The rain begins to let up when the caravan comes upon a small cottage at the roadside. Its a shrine to Fharlanghn! But, there are two ponies outside... some other travelers must already be inside. The caravan moves to the side of the road but there is very limited space for the wagons and oxen.
 

The grey elf looks up at the falling rain with disgust, pulling back up his hood. "Accursed foul weather would like to drown us all before its through..." adding after a crash of lightning "...and probably cook us in our skins as well."

On seeing the temple occupied Thalmarose just hangs his head, too exasperated to complain about the situation further.
 

A halfling and an elf step out from inside the small cottage of Fharlanghn. The elven man steps forward and speaks to the caravan: "Welcome... it seems we travel the same road. Fharlanghn has blessed this cottage and the pots are full of stew. Its more then my friend and I can eat alone... please come and share." The halfling man watches the caravan with a sad expression but he as well motions for all to come get food.

The taskmaster points to an area beneath the trees and tents begin to be raised. While a number of teamsters shuffle into the cottage with bowls to get some stew. Mallie slides out of the wagon and looks about. "Laravier is there something I can do?"
 

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