Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.
Rocket your D&D 5E and Level Up: Advanced 5E games into space! Alpha Star Magazine Is Launching... Right Now!

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 6794600" data-attributes="member: 6777052">There was a strange smell in the air. Not just the smell of carrion but more the smell of carrion that had been partly cooked over a fire of damp, rotting logs. Fingers went scouting ahead, dodging between tumbled rocks and decaying tree trunks, blending into the landscape and making no sound. If Rylnethaz hadn't seen him go, he would scarcely have known he was even there. After a few minutes, Fingers came back and signalled, holding up three fingers of one hand and making a sign with the other meaning "goblins", then pointing vigorously back the way he had just been.Rylnethaz understood. With care, they might be able to catch the goblins unawares if they approached quietly from downwind. He quickly decided on a pincer movement. He motioned Fingers to circle round to the left and use his bow, while BoldItalic was to circle round the other way and use his magic. He and Clotbert would advance quickly in a frontal assault, taking advantage of the terrain until the last moment.As Rylnethaz broke cover and charged forwards, he saw before him three grey-skinned goblins gathered around a camp fire. A lump of meat, possibly half a deer, was smouldering on a crude spit above it but the fire was burning poorly and they were all three busy making attempts to fan the flames. Billows of greasy brown smoke wafted in the breeze towards Sir Rylnethaz and, despite his best efforts, he began to cough and splutter. Hearing this sudden and unexpected sound, the nearest goblin whirled around and drew a small sword from a scabbard on his belt, growling an oath in the gutteral tongue of such creatures. Rylnethaz matched the movement and prepared to square up to the challenge.Suddenly, a streak of flame shot from somewhere among the boulders to the right and the hitherto fitfully-burning logs blazed up fiercely with a roar of incandescent blue-white flames. The light was so bright and the heat so intense that all three goblins instinctively leapt away from it. The one facing Rylnethaz realised his mistake too late, as he impaled himself on the point of the elf's blade. Their eyes meet briefly before he fell gurgling and writhing upon the ground, knowing that he was doomed. He gasped only one word with his dying breath. It was the goblin word for "sword".The second goblin never really knew what hit him. In fact, it was two arrows from Fingers' bow that took him in the side of the head, piercing his skull and entering his brain so that he fell instantly unconscious and toppled sideways, right into the flames. He perished with a terrible shriek that hung in the air for minutes afterwards and lingered in Clotbert's nightmares for months. It was a horrible way for anything to die, even a goblin.The third goblin was utterly dismayed and fell to his knees, clutching at the hem of Clotbert's robe and gibbering for mercy. He was spared. When BoldItalic arrived, he cast a spell that allowed him to interrogate the goblin in its own language. What the goblin revealed was this ...</blockquote>

Verification