Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
The other Delvers careen into the room, and almost trip over their fallen friend. Katadid goggles in horror at Ragglus dying on the floor.
Tock fires an arrow and strikes the elf in the shoulder. A moment later, Renraw leaps on the elf, screaming, stabbing through his protective magical shield with the dagger.
"Tock!" Katadid yells. "Wand!"
Kat looks into the distance and sees the shadowy figure. Desperately hoping it works, he grabs a bit of cotton and mutters a quick incantation. The silhouetted goblin shivers, momentarily stunned and confused by Katadid's hastily cast cantrip.
In the moment they have to spare, the Gentlemen Delvers look around the room: The cave is dry and slightly warm. It's about 20 feet wide and 35 feet long, with natural sunlight peeking in from a corridor at the eastern end. Along the north wall is a crude bed and wooden writing table, its surface covered with parchment. Wooden crates and bales of straw are situated along the south wall, along with a straw pallet.
Watching the goblin momentarily drop his guard, Kat rushes over to Ragglus and tears open the seal on the potion found in Blackspine's cavern. He find himself in the unusual position of wishing he ever prayed.
The potion gushes down Ragglus' throat and across his face, and for a moment, Katadid is worried he might have drowned his friend. And then Ragglus coughs and opens his eyes.
Katadid's reward for helping Ragglus comes a moment later comes in the form of a black-fletched arrow shrieking across the room, slamming him in the chest, lifting him up into a crouch. A second arrow twists him sideways and all but knocks him to the floor.
Meanwhile, Renraw, marveling over how easy it is to stab a person, takes a step back and casts a cantrip at the eyes of the elven spellcaster, but the elf blinks the effect away harmlessly.
Having been stabbed by Renraw, the harrow elf returns the favor now, slashing at the Bridger with his antique dagger, opening up a red gash across his chest.
Tock Chandler sights down his arrow and releases it, firing it at the harrow elf, still singing, his cadence slower, allowing for a steady shot, but the arrow is unable to penetrate the elf's protective field of force.
"BIRD, GET TO COVER!
RAGS, WE KILL THEM ALL!
MAKE THE ELF YOUR SWORD'S LOVER,
THE GOBLIN'S HEAD WILL FALL!
ACCURSED INHUMAN FREAKS!
UNWORTHY OF OUR BLOOD!
THEIRS WILL FLOW IN STREAKS,
AND THIS CAVERN IT WILL FLOOD!"
Lowering his bow, Tock begins humming a song of summoning. A giant beetle with glands that glow like starlight suddenly attacks the stunned goblin. The creature smites the goblin, which squeaks in pain.
Katadid races across the cavern and burrows himself in the hay bales for cover, almost slipping and stumbling on his own blood.
Dropping his sword to the floor and grabbing his spear, Ragglus attacks the elf with fire in his eyes. With the help of Katadid's spell scroll and Tock's song, he just manages to penetrate the elf's protective field, stabbing the spear home.
Roaring in frustration, the elf shrugs off the pain of his gut wound, and lashes out toward Ragglus with a hand coated in a dark energy field. But the fighter slaps the hand away with his spear point, wasting the spell.
"Press the attack, we've got them now!
We'll get them back with our fierce know-how!"
Katadid spits out a few strands of hay and cries out as he holds his sides. One of the arrows had broken off during his run, which makes it hurt even worse than the one still sticking out of him. He peeks above the bales in time to watch the goblin shiver helplessly under the influence of the spell. He also sees Renraw running quickly across the line of fire to go for the table. Feeling has wounds burn, Kat quickly puts together just how much a threat the sniper could be.
"Tock!" he shouts over the hay. "Keep him still!"
Perhaps dizzy from the loss of blood, Renraw hesitates with his table barricade a moment, moving it first toward the goblin and then scraping it along the cave floor toward the elf, leaving the papers formerly atop it in a sprawl on the ground.
At the other end of the cave, the celestial fire beetle gives a snap of its pincers, but the goblin has shaken off the minor enchantment spell and the beetle does not draw blood in the moment before it fades back to Heaven or wherever it came from.
Even as it fades away, Tock's arrow comes streaking across the cave at the goblin archer, but it streaks past him, into the sunlight.
In the back of his mind, Katadid notices that these hay bales aren't nearly tall enough to give him full cover such as Renraw's table affords the other wizard, but that fact is filed away in the overflowing section of his mind devoted to bolt holes Renraw has filled over the years. Instead, Katadid concentrates on creating a magical burst of light in front of the goblin's eyes. The snarl of frustration in Goblin tells him that he's succeeded.
Blinking angrily, the goblin's choice of targets is made for him by Katadid's spell. Although not seeing as well he normally might, he can see well enough: The first arrow the goblin fires strikes Katadid in the shoulder, and he's knocked back across the hay bale behind him, his blood soaking the straw.
Once again, the elf lashes out with a hand covered in a black aura, but once again, Ragglus knocks it away with his spear tip, grinning wolfishly. But his spear cannot penetrate the energy field around the elf, leaving them in a standoff.
With a chuckle, the goblin fires across the cave at the archer opposing him. Although not as good of a shot as the one that felled Katadid, it hits its mark, jutting through Tock's right calf.
Tock screams and curses at his wound, but then hears Kat do likewise. He can feel the eyes of the goblin archer on him as he leaps for his cousin, but doesn't care. He drops his bow and arrow between the hay bales even as he pulls out the wand and casts it on Katadid. A light seems to pass into the wizard's flesh and he coughs up a bit of blood before opening his eyes, as though a near-death experience was the most ordinary thing in the world.
The harrow elf, a frantic look in his eyes, tries one more time to strike Ragglus with a hand encased in dark magical energy. And once more, Ragglus uses the tip of his spear to knock the hand aside harmlessly.
Renraw finally drags the table between the goblin and elf and, with a grunt, tosses the dagger at the elf's black cloak. But he's a novice at throwing knives -- his family always threatened to blast those who annoyed them with lightning and hellfire instead of something so mundane as a thrown knife -- so it wobbles to the floor between the elf's feet.
The elf looks down at Ragglus with an expression of contempt, which slowly fades to horror as he realizes that the warrior is lifting him off the ground with his spear, which has been shoved beneath the edge of the elf's breastplate. The elf slides down the shaft with two great shakes before the tip of the spear exits his back.
The elf starts to say something, but finds only blood on his lips. A moment later, his eyes grow dark, and he goes silent. A moment after that, the illusion fades and Ragglus finds himself having impaled Manfred Richter, the constable of Blackberry Ridge.
Seeing this, the goblin spits a curse in Goblin that Tock memorizes for later use. The archer turns and runs full out, yelling something as he goes. He's answered by the sound of a barking wolf and a moment later, there's the sound of a goblin and his wolf mount scrambling away from Blackberry Ridge and back to the Black Reavers.
"We finally got to kill a constable, guys," Tock chuckles.
Tock fires an arrow and strikes the elf in the shoulder. A moment later, Renraw leaps on the elf, screaming, stabbing through his protective magical shield with the dagger.
"Tock!" Katadid yells. "Wand!"
Kat looks into the distance and sees the shadowy figure. Desperately hoping it works, he grabs a bit of cotton and mutters a quick incantation. The silhouetted goblin shivers, momentarily stunned and confused by Katadid's hastily cast cantrip.
In the moment they have to spare, the Gentlemen Delvers look around the room: The cave is dry and slightly warm. It's about 20 feet wide and 35 feet long, with natural sunlight peeking in from a corridor at the eastern end. Along the north wall is a crude bed and wooden writing table, its surface covered with parchment. Wooden crates and bales of straw are situated along the south wall, along with a straw pallet.
Watching the goblin momentarily drop his guard, Kat rushes over to Ragglus and tears open the seal on the potion found in Blackspine's cavern. He find himself in the unusual position of wishing he ever prayed.
The potion gushes down Ragglus' throat and across his face, and for a moment, Katadid is worried he might have drowned his friend. And then Ragglus coughs and opens his eyes.
Katadid's reward for helping Ragglus comes a moment later comes in the form of a black-fletched arrow shrieking across the room, slamming him in the chest, lifting him up into a crouch. A second arrow twists him sideways and all but knocks him to the floor.
Meanwhile, Renraw, marveling over how easy it is to stab a person, takes a step back and casts a cantrip at the eyes of the elven spellcaster, but the elf blinks the effect away harmlessly.
Having been stabbed by Renraw, the harrow elf returns the favor now, slashing at the Bridger with his antique dagger, opening up a red gash across his chest.
Tock Chandler sights down his arrow and releases it, firing it at the harrow elf, still singing, his cadence slower, allowing for a steady shot, but the arrow is unable to penetrate the elf's protective field of force.
"BIRD, GET TO COVER!
RAGS, WE KILL THEM ALL!
MAKE THE ELF YOUR SWORD'S LOVER,
THE GOBLIN'S HEAD WILL FALL!
ACCURSED INHUMAN FREAKS!
UNWORTHY OF OUR BLOOD!
THEIRS WILL FLOW IN STREAKS,
AND THIS CAVERN IT WILL FLOOD!"
Lowering his bow, Tock begins humming a song of summoning. A giant beetle with glands that glow like starlight suddenly attacks the stunned goblin. The creature smites the goblin, which squeaks in pain.
Katadid races across the cavern and burrows himself in the hay bales for cover, almost slipping and stumbling on his own blood.
Dropping his sword to the floor and grabbing his spear, Ragglus attacks the elf with fire in his eyes. With the help of Katadid's spell scroll and Tock's song, he just manages to penetrate the elf's protective field, stabbing the spear home.
Roaring in frustration, the elf shrugs off the pain of his gut wound, and lashes out toward Ragglus with a hand coated in a dark energy field. But the fighter slaps the hand away with his spear point, wasting the spell.
"Press the attack, we've got them now!
We'll get them back with our fierce know-how!"
Katadid spits out a few strands of hay and cries out as he holds his sides. One of the arrows had broken off during his run, which makes it hurt even worse than the one still sticking out of him. He peeks above the bales in time to watch the goblin shiver helplessly under the influence of the spell. He also sees Renraw running quickly across the line of fire to go for the table. Feeling has wounds burn, Kat quickly puts together just how much a threat the sniper could be.
"Tock!" he shouts over the hay. "Keep him still!"
Perhaps dizzy from the loss of blood, Renraw hesitates with his table barricade a moment, moving it first toward the goblin and then scraping it along the cave floor toward the elf, leaving the papers formerly atop it in a sprawl on the ground.
At the other end of the cave, the celestial fire beetle gives a snap of its pincers, but the goblin has shaken off the minor enchantment spell and the beetle does not draw blood in the moment before it fades back to Heaven or wherever it came from.
Even as it fades away, Tock's arrow comes streaking across the cave at the goblin archer, but it streaks past him, into the sunlight.
In the back of his mind, Katadid notices that these hay bales aren't nearly tall enough to give him full cover such as Renraw's table affords the other wizard, but that fact is filed away in the overflowing section of his mind devoted to bolt holes Renraw has filled over the years. Instead, Katadid concentrates on creating a magical burst of light in front of the goblin's eyes. The snarl of frustration in Goblin tells him that he's succeeded.
Blinking angrily, the goblin's choice of targets is made for him by Katadid's spell. Although not seeing as well he normally might, he can see well enough: The first arrow the goblin fires strikes Katadid in the shoulder, and he's knocked back across the hay bale behind him, his blood soaking the straw.
Once again, the elf lashes out with a hand covered in a black aura, but once again, Ragglus knocks it away with his spear tip, grinning wolfishly. But his spear cannot penetrate the energy field around the elf, leaving them in a standoff.
With a chuckle, the goblin fires across the cave at the archer opposing him. Although not as good of a shot as the one that felled Katadid, it hits its mark, jutting through Tock's right calf.
Tock screams and curses at his wound, but then hears Kat do likewise. He can feel the eyes of the goblin archer on him as he leaps for his cousin, but doesn't care. He drops his bow and arrow between the hay bales even as he pulls out the wand and casts it on Katadid. A light seems to pass into the wizard's flesh and he coughs up a bit of blood before opening his eyes, as though a near-death experience was the most ordinary thing in the world.
The harrow elf, a frantic look in his eyes, tries one more time to strike Ragglus with a hand encased in dark magical energy. And once more, Ragglus uses the tip of his spear to knock the hand aside harmlessly.
Renraw finally drags the table between the goblin and elf and, with a grunt, tosses the dagger at the elf's black cloak. But he's a novice at throwing knives -- his family always threatened to blast those who annoyed them with lightning and hellfire instead of something so mundane as a thrown knife -- so it wobbles to the floor between the elf's feet.
The elf looks down at Ragglus with an expression of contempt, which slowly fades to horror as he realizes that the warrior is lifting him off the ground with his spear, which has been shoved beneath the edge of the elf's breastplate. The elf slides down the shaft with two great shakes before the tip of the spear exits his back.
The elf starts to say something, but finds only blood on his lips. A moment later, his eyes grow dark, and he goes silent. A moment after that, the illusion fades and Ragglus finds himself having impaled Manfred Richter, the constable of Blackberry Ridge.
Seeing this, the goblin spits a curse in Goblin that Tock memorizes for later use. The archer turns and runs full out, yelling something as he goes. He's answered by the sound of a barking wolf and a moment later, there's the sound of a goblin and his wolf mount scrambling away from Blackberry Ridge and back to the Black Reavers.
"We finally got to kill a constable, guys," Tock chuckles.