The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

[jkason]

After roughly half a minute, the sleet storm ends. When it is done, the ice melts, almost instantly. Bernlad gestures ahead. A group of Hill Goblins stand ahead in the trail, a Mountain Goblin wearing red and grey robes behind them. "There's the bastards who done in Kaspar!" he shouts. "Let's get them!"

Helm nods, and then glances at the recruits. "You stay here. Origen will stay here with you, to help in case there are any sneak attacks." With that, Helm, Ventruli, and Bernlad charge ahead.

As they close on the goblins, a cascade of boulders fall off the mountain, neatly seperating them from you.

Weel leaves his quarterstaff on his back and chooses to take up the mace Phandros gifted him with instead.

"Right then," he mutters with a mixture of exhaustion and sarcasm, "wouldn't want a whole week to go by without some new calamity hopping out, now would we?"

He turns to Origen, gesturing toward the boulders as he says, "I've little experience in these sorts of things, but would it be useful to put the natural wall at our backs?"

 

[Rhialto]

Origen nods. "That's about right. And keep your wits about you--an ambush can strike you from any--"

At that moment, a burning bolt smashes into his chest, tearing his ribcage to bits, and burning much of his body. Origen falls off his saddle, dead. A sickly smell of roasted meat wafts through the air.

Turning around the group sees another Mountain Goblin clad in robes much like the first, twirling a greatsword around. "Surrender, valleyfolk--surrender or die!" he says in crowing voice like that of a scavenger bird.

 

[Ranger Rick]

Upon seeing the goblins emerge from the gloom, Alan's heart races. The adreline starts coursing through the young boy's veins. When the rock wall emerges, he quickly scans around him, thinking of the words "sneak attack". Alan sees Origen fall, and than quickly yelling "AIEEEEEE" he kicks his toes into his mount, gallops and charges toward the goblin. Grabbing his half spear he throws it at the goblin, than he dismounts (tumbles) off the mount and attacks with the longsword.


OOC: I assume the goblin is alone.
Init +3
spot +5
Ride +3
tumble +7/Jump +6
AC 17
+1 halfspear (1d6+1 x2 20 ft.)
+2 MW longsword (1d8+1 19–20/x2)

 

[jkason]

Upon seeing the goblins emerge from the gloom, Alan's heart races. The adreline starts coursing through the young boy's veins. When the rock wall emerges, he quickly scans around him, thinking of the words "sneak attack". Alan sees Origen fall, and than quickly yelling "AIEEEEEE" he kicks his toes into his mount, gallops and charges toward the goblin. Grabbing his half spear he throws it at the goblin, than he dismounts (tumbles) off the mount and attacks with the longsword.


OOC: I assume the goblin is alone.
Init +3
spot +5
Ride +3
tumble +7/Jump +6
AC 17
+1 halfspear (1d6+1 x2 20 ft.)
+2 MW longsword (1d8+1 19–20/x2)

This oversized boy is going to be the death of me, Weel thinks as Alan charges. But I might as well try to give us a fighting chance. Pray Thraunos is doling out luck.

From his mount, Weel locks his focus on the robed goblin. A short algorithm later, Weel sends forth his power in a single Command: "Drop it."

[OOC: Will save to negate vs. DC 14 (10 +1 level +3 Wis). If he fails, the gob has to drop anything he's holding, including that nasty looking greatsword.

Init: +0

After that, Weel's holding / readying an action: If the Goblin tries to cast a spell, Weel will cast Create Water over its head. I figure 2 gallons of solid water landing on you unexpectedly is good for at least a Concentration check to lose the spell. If I read the Concentration rules right, it'd be DC 13 (10 +0 level +3 Wis) plus whatever level spell he's casting.]

 

[Rhialto]

Initiative:
Alan = 22
Caradoc = 13
Graevel = 11
Weel, Goblin = 10

1st round

Alan rushes forward, tossing his halfspear at the goblin. However, the throw goes wild, missing the goblin completely, and bouncing off the nearby mountainside to fall into the chasm. (Ranged attack roll of 8, 71 for destruction of missle.)

Now, it is up to Caradoc...

 

[Ranger Rick]

OOC: Post 123 - caradoc is off till Thursday. FYI I will be offline Friday - Monday.

 

[Bloodcookie]

Unsure whether the goblin's spells or swordsmanship pose a greater threat, Caradoc attempts to take both out of the equation by afflicting it with a Daze spell. As soon as possible thereafter (next round), having witnessed Alan's faltering attack, he will begin to hold forth on the similarities between their current predicament and the travails of the epic heroes of yore, reminding the party of the value of emulating the virtues of such great figures (i.e. using Inspire Courage +1), and closing distance with the goblin, preparing to attack.

 

[mps42]

Surly, Graevel Nods briefly at Weel, no more than acknowledging his existance, and stomps back to his equally surly horse.
As the sleet starts He begins to get off his horse and crawl under it when Helm directs them to stay put and not move. So we should just sit here and get wet, then... he thinks quietly to himself. I guess Height is no indicator of intelligence.
As the sleet melts, he looks around warily. This is no natural storm, he thinks quietly and quickly grabs his small shield and sword, getting them near but not yet arming.
As the situation escalates, Graevel will ignore Helms' order and climb off of his horse and attempt to either ground-hitch the beast or stand on its' reins to keep the horse behind him.
With the death of Origen, he will pull his shield and sword off the horse and, if there is time, shrug into his leather armor. If not he will make due with the blacksmiths apron (better than nothing).
Graevel looks witheringly at the back of alan and stays his ground, prefering to make his enemies come to him.

OOC: Refocus and take any attacks of opportunity that arise. Fighting to cripple, not quick-kill or Subdue (eg: Achilles tendons, hamstring, etc.)

 

[Rhialto]

As the battle continues, Caradoc chants a charm to befuddle the goblin wizard--that has, alas, no effect. Graevel quickly slides into his armor, and then readies his weapons. Weel chants his command--but the Goblin merely shakes his head, then gestures at Alan. A cone of dazzling color bursts from his fingertips engulfing Alan and his horse. The horse winnies in fear, while Alan just barely manages to keep himself from subcomming to the spinning colors.

Alan gracefully leaps from his horse, and then strides towards the goblin, striking at him with his sword. The goblin nimbly dodges his blow. Alan notes, oddly, that the goblin's eyes have been elaborately painted purple. Caradoc cautiously approaches his foe, calling on his allies to rally as would the mighty heroes of yore. Graevel stands back, as if waiting for a chance to strike. As Weel readies a spell, the goblin grasps his blade and strikes at Alan--a hit! With one doughty blow, the goblin strikes the young farmer hard in the belly, sending him toppling to the ground. (9 pts of damage. Alan is now unconscious at -1 hp).

 

[jkason]

As the battle continues, Caradoc chants a charm to befuddle the goblin wizard--that has, alas, no effect. Graevel quickly slides into his armor, and then readies his weapons. Weel chants his command--but the Goblin merely shakes his head, then gestures at Alan. A cone of dazzling color bursts from his fingertips engulfing Alan and his horse. The horse winnies in fear, while Alan just barely manages to keep himself from subcomming to the spinning colors.

Alan gracefully leaps from his horse, and then strides towards the goblin, striking at him with his sword. The goblin nimbly dodges his blow. Alan notes, oddly, that the goblin's eyes have been elaborately painted purple. Caradoc cautiously approaches his foe, calling on his allies to rally as would the mighty heroes of yore. Graevel stands back, as if waiting for a chance to strike. As Weel readies a spell, the goblin grasps his blade and strikes at Alan--a hit! With one doughty blow, the goblin strikes the young farmer hard in the belly, sending him toppling to the ground. (9 pts of damage. Alan is now unconscious at -1 hp).

Of course it's always the thing I'm not prepared for,Weel thinks darkly as Alan falls. With Caradoc closing on the Goblin, it's clear this fight is going to be more intimate than the cleric hoped.

Feuled by frustration and the sudden burst of energy Caradoc's recitation seems to have engendered, Weel grits his teeth, leaps off his horse and hurries to attack the goblin from the side opposite Caradoc, hoping to split its focus.

[OOC: Double move this turn: move action to dismount, move to try to flank the Goblin--assuming it's possible to do without provoking an AOO. If not, then just move to attack position. Then next round, it's a hopefully-mighty mace swing. Combat stats:

Attack: +4, +6 if flank works
Damage: 1d6 +3 (+2 Str, +1 inspired)
AC: 13]