IG's SoW: Rescue at Rivenroar


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Brega shouts over the din of the fires and the battle, "Now watch how its done fellas!" and moves quickly forward to smite the ogre with all he's got. His great maul smacks into the ogre's kneecap with a heavy crunch.

[sblock=ooc]move: north 3
standard: Brutal Strike vs. ogre atk 22, dmg 21
note: chooses not to mark the ogre as Peregrin already has and I believe that a creature can only be marked by one opponent.
minor: none[sblock=stats]HP 26/31; AC 17, Fort 15, Ref 11, Will 13;
Surges: 12/12?
Action Point: 1/1
Second Wind: 1/1
Spinning Strike: 1/1
Brutal Strike: 0/1[/sblock][/sblock]
 


As Peregrine extracts his weapon from the ogre, he narrowly misses getting blown up himself as Elias sets the cart aflame. The already injured hobgoblin lands limply on the ground by the halfling's feet, it's smoldering body bent and broken at unnatural angles.

The ogre staggers in the blast, just barely getting a chance to right itself again before Brega steps up and crushes its knee. Unable to support its own weight any longer, the ogre falls to the ground and is engulfed by the flames.

Miraculously, the uninjured hobgoblin remains so as he is thrown from the wagon. Its panicked eyes are telling as it lies there, looking up at Aliyas's experienced bow.

[sblock=OOC]The hobgoblin is all that's left, so I'm not even going to bother posting a map. Aliyas is up next, and then I'll ghost Illian for the last round before the hobgoblin acts.[/sblock]
 

As the ogre collapses in a scorched and blackened heap Peregrine stares with flame-dazzled eyes at the remaining hobgoblin.

His voice is hoarse as he calls out "Take him alive. He may know what's going on."
 


Aliyas draws the arrow brutally far back on the bowstring, then holds it, her eyes locked unwaveringly on the hobgoblin.

"Anyone that speaks Goblin come here," she says tersely. "Otherwise you might fan out some and see if there's anything else coming this way, or put out fires before they spread."

She then directs to the goblin in a clear, methodical voice, "You look a bit like a dwarf to me. Are you a dwarf?"

(OOC - She figures she has a better chance of finding out it knows Common by making it mad than by asking it if it speaks Common.)
 

Aliyas draws the arrow brutally far back on the bowstring, then holds it, her eyes locked unwaveringly on the hobgoblin.

"Anyone that speaks Goblin come here," she says tersely. "Otherwise you might fan out some and see if there's anything else coming this way, or put out fires before they spread."

She then directs to the goblin in a clear, methodical voice, "You look a bit like a dwarf to me. Are you a dwarf?"

(OOC - She figures she has a better chance of finding out it knows Common by making it mad than by asking it if it speaks Common.)

The hobgoblin shoots a furtive glance at Brega and at another approaching dwarf, and then back to Aliyas before it spits in her general direction. "You dwarf!" it yells in broken common. "with smelly beard and bad aim."

[sblock=OOC]With the other dwarf being stonegod's character, Jormund[/sblock]
 

From further up the road, behind the now splintered cart, came the new dwarf. He was dressed for cooler climes with heavy furs, and his beard was cropped close. Even his staff---carved with icons of frost---was odd.

Seeing the prone hob, the dwarf stopped, leaned on his staff, and raised an eyebrow. Is everything under control here, then? Its been a madhouse.
 

"Good," Aliyas says. "No need to wait for a translator then."

At the new voice she responds without taking her eyes off the captive...goblins were not terribly intelligent, but had enough cunning for three men.

"We were just about to question this one about recent events," she says towards the dwarf. "If you've any rope, I'd appreciate it if you, or someone, would bind the goblin. My hands are both busy, as you can see."
 

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