The Bold Adventures of Poins--In the Woods!

[Brain]

The body seems to have been stripped of any valuables it once might have had.

The trail goes on rather sloppily, clearly the work of people who aren't used to covering up their tracks, and don't care. After about an hour, Hemaor hears something on the road up ahead...

(OOC--Does Hemaor speak Goblin?)

(ooc-- oops! Forgot to include known languages on his sheet. He gets common, niebelungen, and two more from the racial list. I'll add Giant for one. I'll go with Goblin for the other or a random one from the list if you want to go that route.)

 

[Rhialto]

(ooc-- oops! Forgot to include known languages on his sheet. He gets common, niebelungen, and two more from the racial list. I'll add Giant for one. I'll go with Goblin for the other or a random one from the list if you want to go that route.)

(OOC--Nah--just go with Goblin. That will work the best...)

"--believe that Purple-eye bastard is having us do this! There's nobody out here!", states a raspy voice in Goblin.

"Shhh! Don't say anything! He might hear you!", another voice mutters...

 

[Brain]

(OOC--Nah--just go with Goblin. That will work the best...)

"--believe that Purple-eye bastard is having us do this! There's nobody out here!", states a raspy voice in Goblin.

"Shhh! Don't say anything! He might hear you!", another voice mutters...

Hemaor brings his wolf to a halt and listens.

I wonder, are the goblins slaying their own under order from some purple-eyed creature?

 

[Rhialto]

"You don't seriously believe those stories the Purple Eyes tell? About being able to hear spirits, an' such? " The first goblin makes a hocking sound--probably spitting. "It's pure troll dung. They're no better than we are--just richer."

"Maybe most of them can't, but Asdrid--he's got powers! The other night--when we were trying to light our campfire--he got his goin' just by lookin' at it!" You can practically hear the second goblin's shudder. "An' then--when he's doin' those prayers a' his--I don' know what he's sayin', but 'tain't no natural language..."

It's at this moment the two goblins come into sight--two Mountain Goblins, clad in studded leather armor. "Yer goin' soft in the head, and weak in the bowels, Lerd..." mutters the first speaker, shaking his head. Suddenly, he sees Hemaor and his wolf. He stops speaking and readies his weapon (a longsword). "Oy! You! Dwelver! Surrender now, an' we'll make it quick!"

Lerd nods, and raises his longbow. "Fer both of you," he notes, nodding at your wolf.

 

[Brain]

Hemaor spurs his wolf into action and begins the first bars of his battle song. He makes a lightning-fast motion and suddenly he's got his axe in hand and is bearing down on the goblin with the bow.

ooc: if it's a partial round, then do a charge (after quickdrawing weapon). If its a full round, then move and attack (wolf first incase it trips the enemy, then Hemaor). He'll use his mounted combat to try to negate the first attack against his wolf if that happens.

 

[Rhialto]

Full Round--
Intiative:
Wolf 17
Hemaor 16
Mountain Goblins--3

Hemaor's wolf runs forward and bites at Lerd's leg, but misses as the Goblin scrambles backwards. (Roll 6+4=10) However, Lerd's desperate move only puts him right in the path of Hemaor's axe, which catches him in the neck(Roll 19+4=23), cutting a nasty gash in the side. Lerd drops his bow, then almost distractedly touches the gaping wound he now possess, fingering it like a necklace. "Smeed..." , he mutters weakly before collapsing.

Smeed stares at Hemaor in cold fury. "You--cave-dwellin' bastard!" , he cries, stepping forwrad, and taking a wild swing at the Nibelung which misses.

 

[Brain]

Hemaor lets his wolf attack but stays his axe temporarily. "Best put down yer weapon and throw yourself on my mercy, else you'll end up like that one." Hemaor says threateningly.

ooc: wolf attack, then an intimidate check

 

[Rhialto]

Unfortunately, the wolf tears into Smeed's stomach just before Hemaor issues his call to surrender. (14+3=17, 6 dmg) As the goblin collapses on the ground, he looks up at the Nibelung. "Tell--you what..." he mutters. "You put my guts--back where they belong--I'll--consider yer offer..." And with that, he passes out.

 

[Brain]

Hemaor smirks. "Sense of humor to the last. Too bad those goblins were so flimsy, I would have liked to known what they were up to." Thinking aloud, he then looks around to see if there are any more, or evidence of where these two came from.

 

[Rhialto]

Hemaor

The two Mountain Goblins were clearly following the path their fellows had stamped and slashed out in the woods. Turning back to follow it, Hemaor is shocked when three little blades dart out of a nearby tree. While one goes wide, two more slash into him. (2 dmg) "I think you've gone far enough," comes a deep silky purr of a voice. As the Nibelung watches, a female Moutain Goblin clad in grey robes with a black hand embroidered on them leaps down from the trees. Three more blades lie ready in her hand. "My next round have poison on them. And I'll be aiming them at your wolf. So I think you'll want to do the sensible thing and surrender. But I am sentimental like that." It's as she smiles that Hemaor realizes that her eyelids have been elaborately painted purple.

Devon and Graf

(OOC: Well, let's get things going...)

As the two friends care for their dying mentor, a disheveled ranger bursts into the hut. "Mountain Goblins! In the woods!" It takes a moment for Devon and Graf to recognize their friend Tristan.