Richard Rawen said:
Ahhh, sorry for the absence, RL has me rushed! Had fun catching up the story though, thanks for the laughs (and, of course, serious RP led party dynamics... well the laughs anyways
So, what's with the multiple instances of keystone copness? (spinning in place and taking a header into the wall, tripping over the table, stuck with zombie-bear in the doorway... ) Are they rolling nat 1's or are you just being fiendish with the details?
All 1's from memory, kinda makes up, a little, for the glut of 20's they usually conjure, Dartamor came up with two 1's in a row- opened the chamber door into his face, waking the Goblin's within then stumbled back into the table after a Reflex save of- 1.
Thanks for reading Richard.
And on we go...
Turn 6.3 Goblin Biology 101
Dartamor reacts swiftly, scrambles backwards and manages to lever himself upright, a plant pot smashes over his shoulder as a Goblin club just misses his head and impacts with it.
The Rogue flings himself backwards onto the table and backward rolls over it, kicks one of the table legs away.
CRUNCH
The thing collapses forming a barrier between him and the Goblins, the pair flail over the obstacle trying to brain the Rogue, too slow. Dartamor skitters away again, quick-draws his bow, notches an arrow, and let’s fly.
Thunk.
The arrow grazes the lead Goblin’s face, it takes evasive action, the pair dive away and head for the other members of the Lost Boys blocking the doorway.
Meanwhile Saradomin and Bernard the Bugbear are still stuck in the doorway, wedged tight. Dr. Ooo leads the two Goblin’s wearing short pants over to the scene.
“Goblin Science goes BONK.”
He points at the pair, the Goblin’s attack as…
POP
Saradomin and Bernard free themselves at last.
CLUNK
Bernard flails and connects, ooooh, quite a blow, the Goblin’s head is crushed, it drops to the floor and shudders a while- dead, as the other pair, recently menacing Dartamor, join the fracas.
“By St. Cuthbert’s Mace kill the infidel… BERNARD THE DESTROYER.”
Saradomin screams.
BONG
Grand Alf’s Staff of Earth Moving connects with the back of Bernard’s head.
“Get out of the bloody way you fiends. I WANT A LAB COAT.”
Grand Alf pushes through the gap and into the fray, instantly faces off against the other shorts wearing Goblin, he flails wildly with his spade, the Goblin ducks the blow.
More doors in the chamber are flung open; another pair of Goblins reinforces the good Dr’s, and further into the chamber yet another pair of Goblins spill out and find themselves ideally located behind Dartamor, who’s backing away- straight into them, notching another arrow.
The Rogue suddenly flinches and winces, a dagger cutting into his side, he spins round spills his bow and quick-draws a blade, trying to keep the pair at bay.
“Help. HELP.”
The Rogue screams, clearly the worst for wear.
“It shall be mine… FUNK.”
Grand Alf’s spade collides with a Goblin’s head, the creature goes rag-doll loose and flops to the hard cold stone floor.
“Oh yes it shall be mine.”
Alas Saradomin, Bernard and now Grand Alf are being pressed back into the doorway, four swishing and swatting Goblins before them; Bernard the Zombie Bugbear has taken a number of blows already.
“For Pelor’s sake!”
Aleso’s screams in Saradomin’s ear, “let us through- I’m the registered fighter I’ll have you know”, he’s still stuck in the previous chamber.
“Press on Saradomin- let us get into the fight.”
Jerky states.
“Jealous.”
Saradomin shouts back and grinning continues to thrash at the air.
Meanwhile Dartamor ducks, dodges, dives and deflects- it’s an all out defence, and still he takes a stab wound to his left hand, a scratch but the hits keep coming.
“Save me… Save me, I need a hero…”
Saradomin toothpaste smiles at an invisible camera, bustles forward and smashes his heavy mace down on the top of a Goblin’s head, the creature clutches at his cracked skull, then withers and grabs for the floor.
The Priest leaps through the gap, jumps onto the nearest trestle table, already laden with pot plants and assorted gardening junk, the table sways forward with his momentum and collapses- he goes with the flow, leaps onto the next table.
Which collapses too.
Saradomin leaps again, and is struck on the foot mid-air by a stray Goblin, he slams into the floor, crouches to absorb the impact, lands hard on the foot of one of the pair of Goblin’s menacing Daratamor.
“TA DA!”
Saradomin screams in the manner of a circus performer having successfully pulled off their latest stunt, flings his arms out wide to take in the audience’s applause.
His elbow catches Dartamor on the temple; the Rogue crumples to the cold floor- dizzy now.
The Goblin with a crushed foot leaps away momentarily, the other leaps on top of Dartamor and wrestles with the much abused Rogue, the creature soon has him pinned.
Back in the doorway Bernard is thumped in the guts by a Goblin, the Zombie attempts to bash the creature back but is much too slow. Grand Alf the other front rank warrior menaces the Goblin ahead of him with his spade.
“D’ya want some of this?”
SMASH
The Goblin delivers a precision stinging blow to Grand Alf’s hand- the Wizard drops his spade.
“Damndittydamnteedamndamn.”
And sucks his battered fingers.
“Right, ya wanna play rough.”
THUMPgurgle
Grand Alf leaps forward and kicks the creature in the… ahem, area. The Goblin goes googly-eyed and then falls to the floor clutching the bruised area.
“Don’t rub them son, count them.” Grand Alf advises.
Bernard is hit again, however he still looks full of life, scratch that- death, you know what I mean. The Bugbear Zombie smashes his Goblin attacker, who flies five feet backwards, crunches into a stone pillar and slumps to the floor.
Aleso dives into the chamber; at last, roundhouse swings his scimitar and slays Dr. Ooo, nearly cuts the Goblin scientist in half.
“Oooooooooooooo.”
The good Dr’s last words, alas the lab coat is ruined, and covered in blood.
“May Be-LL-Za-Bub take you, nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…”
Grand Alf sinks to his knees, hands raised to the gods.
“My beautiful lab coat.”
Then has a brain wave.
“Crashbangwallop.”
A Magic Missile thumps into Dr Neyow, the Goblin staggers backwards, lab coat intact, but alas only injured.
Meanwhile the Goblin with the crushed foot barrels back into Saradomin, the two exchange blows, to no effect.
“Come Bernard, come to me, together we will destroy them all, Mwah ha ha ha.”
Saradomin calls to his Frankenstein.
“Yeth Marthter.” Bernard, arms out before him, plods over.
On the floor Dartamor wrestles with the Goblin pinning him down, he can’t shake it off, the creature snarls then leans in and SNAP bites part of the his ear off, then head butts him in the face for good measure, Dartamor flails uncontrollably blood covers his face, he’s losing consciousness.
“Sara…”
He’s cut off as the Goblin connects again.
Saradomin brains the Goblin facing him, quick turns, raises his heavy mace and smashes it down on the Goblin grappling Dartamor- kills it instantly.
Dartamor’s not moving, blood gushes from his broken nose and his left ear, now sans lobe.
Aleso drops his scimitar rushes in grabs up Dr. Neyow, the only Goblin left alive, he clutches the creature to him, the Goblin’s little legs dance in the air, and twists.
POP
Neck broken he lets go of the creature.
Jerky makes it to Dartamor, past a lurching Bernard still en route, fires healing into the Rogue, who instantly blinks awake.
Grand Alf has the lab coat on in under five seconds, he swishes and swirls, although it’s a tight fit, he admires the uniformly sized twigs in the breast pocket.
“It’s… It’s magnificent.”
He shakes an imaginary hand clears his throat and…
“Hello, I’m Dr. Grand Alf, now if you’d like to take your clothes off.”
He clears his throat again, tries a deeper voice, mimes taking someone’s pulse.
“It’s more serious then we thought, you’re head will have to come off.”
He shakes his head, looks down, then up- more serious still, he affects a frown.
For good measure he mimes smoking a pipe.
“Search this place- who knows what other great stuff we might find.”
The tableau at the other end of the room breaks up; they’ve been watching Grand Alf, while holding Dartamor up- the Rogue has lost a lot of blood.
“Grand Alf?”
“Dr. Grand Alf to you Dartamor, do you want me to come and have a look at that- nasty bump you’ve got their, third degree chaffing by the looks of things, only a minor operation- believe me it’ll hurt you more than it will me?”
Grand Alf opens an imaginary Dr’s bag, takes out an imaginary stethoscope and wanders over.
“No… it’s ok. I’m fine.”
Jerky tends to Dartamor’s wounds, and Grand Alf’s when the good Dr. is finally convinced that he cannot simply “heal himself.”
“Right then, let’s search this place.” Aleso states.
“Haven’t I already said that?” Grand Alf states, hands on hips.
“Yes.” Aleso confirms.
“Oh.” Grand Alf looks a little put out.
“But we try to ignore you.” Aleso finishes.
Grand Alf looks pensive- takes the imaginary pipe out of his mouth, wags it at Saradomin, to make his point, and states in a clear voice, “Yes that would explain it.”
Next Turn: The Discoverers.