The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

[jkason]

Alan bleeds some more. (-3)

Caradoc makes a quick swing at the bleeding wizard that strikes him on the head. The goblin glares at the bard as blood streaks down his face. (17 + 2= 19, 5 dmg)

Graevel stabs forward at him, impaling the magician in the stomach. (16 + 4 = 20, 7 dmg) The wizard collapses with a groan.

"Make sure that thing stays down. I've got Alan." Weel says gravely to the others. He doesn't wait to see how they interpret that, but rushes to Alan's side. He lays his hands on the bloody wound and spouts a simple formula of addition and multiplication, hoping he's not too late.

[OOC: convert Entropic Shield into a spontaneous cast Cure Light Wounds: heal 1d8+1 points on Alan]

 

[Rhialto]

A glowing light emanates from Weel's hand, flowing through Alan's body. His wounds knit together and his color returns, though he still badly battered. (7 hp healed, -3 Hp = 4 hp)

Alan eyes flicker open and he regains consciousness.

The goblin groans and continues to bleed.

 

[Ranger Rick]

"Oooh. Groan. What What happened? what? Oh my gosh Origen, he was shreded, and now me. Damn, war is not as fun as I thought. Damn my belly is going to have one hell of a scar."

 

[jkason]

"Oooh. Groan. What What happened? what? Oh my gosh Origen, he was shreded, and now me. Damn, war is not as fun as I thought. Damn my belly is going to have one hell of a scar."

Weel stands up with a sigh of relief and a slight smile. As he offers his hand to help Alan to his feet, he says "Scars mean you lived through it, which is the important part."

He turns his attention to include the others and uses his mace to point at the goblin struggling toward death on the ground. "The question now is whether we let this one live. I can stabilize him if we decide to take him prisoner, though we'll need rope and a gag. Or we can turn him over to the crows."

Weel nods in the direction of Origen's charred remains. "Given the damage he's caused, I'm inclined to think the latter is the safest course, but I'm willing to follow the concensus."

 

[Bloodcookie]

Weel stands up with a sigh of relief and a slight smile. As he offers his hand to help Alan to his feet, he says "Scars mean you lived through it, which is the important part."

He turns his attention to include the others and uses his mace to point at the goblin struggling toward death on the ground. "The question now is whether we let this one live. I can stabilize him if we decide to take him prisoner, though we'll need rope and a gag. Or we can turn him over to the crows."

Weel nods in the direction of Origen's charred remains. "Given the damage he's caused, I'm inclined to think the latter is the safest course, but I'm willing to follow the concensus."

"Well, let's see... we don't know how the others have fared," he says, gesturing toward the avalanche, "and we don't know how many more goblins might be about. A hostage might be useful... but then, I don't know enough of their values to say for certain."

 

[Rhialto]

As you are talking, Ventruli floats over the collasped ridge of stone. He glances at the recruits with a sort detached calm. "You all right?" he asks in a monotone.

 

[Ranger Rick]

Instinctively Alan answers, "Yes Sir, i mean no sir. Origen is d...d...d...dead and the other have captured this purple eyed fiend....I tried to but my belly had other ideas. I learned that they do not work well as shields."

 

[Rhialto]

While you are talking, the purple-eyed goblin gives a thin gasp, then dies.

 

[jkason]

While you are talking, the purple-eyed goblin gives a thin gasp, then dies.

"Guess that solves that dilemma," Weel mumbles as their opponent passes on. He knows they'll probably need to search the body, but not until he knows they're all safe. Weel turns his attention to Ventruli. "What about you? Can I assume your battle's gone well if you've the time to come check on us?"

 

[Rhialto]

A slight smile touches Ventruli's lips. "The beastlike rabble were unprepared for our glory. We tore through them as fire through dry wood." With that he flutters down to the ground, and stares at the collapsed barrier. "Crude, but effective." He gestures at it. As you watch, the stones are hurled off the mountain road, clearing it. "There. You may proceed." With that he calmly strides away. Glancing past him, the recruits see bodies of slaughtered goblins.