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<blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 3619077" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p>Turn 3. Part 1.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">“Firestarter, Goblin Firestarter”</p><p></p><p>The party have split in two- musical differences, a sense of style, over-confidence; who knows?</p><p></p><p>Aleso drags himself up using the crenulated wall as a crutch; meantime Meepo and Rattler have dragged, pushed, pulled and lifted a wounded Dartamor to the other side of the battlements. The two aren’t hurt that badly, more shocked that someone or something has got through their defences, thirty seconds later, a swift breather, and while the two are a little embarrassed they are also at last up off their arses.</p><p></p><p>“Goblin ran down there.”</p><p></p><p>Aleso points to a thin passage into darkness.</p><p></p><p>“I’ll take a look.”</p><p></p><p>Dartamor shimmies over the wall and heads into the black.</p><p></p><p>“May Pelor light your way- little one.” Aleso states calmly to Dartamor’s receding back, Dartamor stops, whispers back. “Yeah. Ok, but not actually light my way- ok. Stay there.” Aleso nods, clutches his scimitar.</p><p></p><p>Around the corner Dartamor spies a bunch of target dummies, no not other members of the adventuring party, proper target dummies, a javelin is lodged in one- good shot.</p><p></p><p>The room goes right, there’s another light, he sneaks a peek- another camp fire, another crenulated wall dividing the dank room in two, a goblin, on the far side… pointing at him. A javelin sails out of the shadows and rattles into the wall- missed, but close. </p><p></p><p>“Bugger.”</p><p></p><p>There’s also a door opposite his position, it has a bar on the outside- to keep something in. Hmm. No time for speculation.</p><p></p><p>“Eye up.”</p><p>“Tek that.”</p><p>“Buggroff.”</p><p>“Cum an av a gow if ya think ya ard enuff.”</p><p>“Ave im.”</p><p></p><p>Goblins, five of them maybe. Dartamor skitters back to Aleso, Meepo and Rattler, relays the news.</p><p></p><p>“Five?”</p><p></p><p>Aleso gulps. Then gets all macho.</p><p></p><p>“I’ll deal with this.”</p><p></p><p>He strides (clanks) down the passage, to the corner, peers round, ducks back.</p><p></p><p>He pulls out his compact mirror, curls his moustache, flattens his hair and wipes his face, he’s ready, Dartamor watches on.</p><p></p><p>“BY Pelor’s britches you sneaky varmints should preclude from further throwing of things. Do you know who I am?”</p><p></p><p>There’s no coherent reply. He continues…</p><p></p><p>“I am Aleso Flett, Paladin of Pelor, bringer of the light, the shiny armoured one- surrender immediately and submit to the light or it will go awry for you.”</p><p></p><p>More jabbering in Goblin.</p><p></p><p>“I SAID GO AWRY FOR YOU.”</p><p></p><p>The jabbering grows louder.</p><p></p><p>“What did they say? Are they surrendering?”</p><p></p><p>Dartamor cups an ear, listens…</p><p></p><p>“They’re discussing ways to cook you. One’s for sauté, two are for spit-roast, one’s for raw and the other… hang on… I think he’s a vegetarian. Oh. No. Three for spit-roast- now they’re discussing possible wines.”</p><p></p><p>“What? How dare…”</p><p></p><p>Aleso steps out into the room.</p><p></p><p>“Put your weapons down and…”</p><p></p><p>Thwokaaaaa.</p><p></p><p>A javelin caroms of his chest, denting, and scratching his armour. Aleso dodges back.</p><p></p><p>The Goblins jabber on.</p><p></p><p>“I bloody say. Look at that… Look at that.”</p><p></p><p>Aleso points at his armour for inspection, there’s a large gouge in it.</p><p></p><p>He goes to speak again, Dartamor shushes him silent. Listens.</p><p></p><p>Goblins jabber.</p><p></p><p>Silence.</p><p></p><p>Dartamor reluctantly translates.</p><p></p><p>“Chablis.”</p><p>“What?”</p><p>“They’re going to serve you with a chilled Chablis, preferably something Elven, 1392 is a good year. Should I tell them… No.”</p><p></p><p>Dartamor spots Aleso’s expression.</p><p></p><p>Thunder clouds settle over Aleso.</p><p></p><p>“Wait a mo’”</p><p></p><p>Dartamor sneaks to the corner, peeks round- five Goblins, a fire… right.</p><p></p><p>He rifles in his pack for a second, comes out with two flasks of lamp oil. Fishes about again and comes up with a familiar looking flask, last seen in the hands of Grand Alf. Dartamor thinks, then grins, thinks some more, then grins again.</p><p></p><p>“What’re you up to?” Aleso gets curious.</p><p>“When I say get ‘em, well… Get ‘em. Got it.”</p><p></p><p>Aleso nods, clutches at his scimitar, begins to pray.</p><p></p><p>“Pelor who is sunny let thy countenance shine forth beatific rays of beauty…”</p><p></p><p>Dartamor pops open the oil flasks, takes a breath, and darts into the room.</p><p></p><p>Fling.</p><p></p><p>The two flasks arc into the air and…</p><p></p><p>Ching… Chung.</p><p></p><p>Land in the midst of the Goblins, one shatters on impact with a Goblin head drenching the creature in lamp oil, the other flask skitters onto the floor and begins to glug out it’s sticky contents, it puddles at the creatures feet. Time slows right down.</p><p></p><p>One Goblin gets it, the one covered in oil.</p><p></p><p>“BLUDDY NORA.”</p><p></p><p>He runs, slips, and surf-slides into the fire.</p><p></p><p>WOOF.</p><p></p><p>Aleso prays, tears forming unbidden.</p><p></p><p>“Let the golden goodness of your glow infiltrate the darkest corners…”</p><p></p><p>The flaming Goblin panics, flails madly.</p><p></p><p>“POOT IT ‘ART”</p><p></p><p>The others dodge back to the crenulated wall trying to avoid their combusting fellow.</p><p></p><p>Gulp.</p><p></p><p>Dartamor swigs, sucks in hard, and raspberry spits.</p><p></p><p>Aleso prays on, “Let the sunny… the sunny. Done that bit, golden chaffinch. Not chaffinch… budgie… Oh God…”</p><p></p><p>The flaming spray forms a perfect fan of flame, engulfing the four approaching Goblins.</p><p></p><p>“ALESO NOW.”</p><p></p><p>“Please let me LLLLIIIIVVVVEEEE… I don’t want to die, I’m so pretty.”</p><p></p><p>Aleso launches himself into the room as Dartamor throws himself to the floor and tumbles up to the crenulated wall.</p><p></p><p>WOOOOOOOOOOF</p><p></p><p>A fireball engulfs the Goblins, hits the wall and rolls along the ceiling, momentarily obscuring Aleso in its licking flaming folds.</p><p></p><p>Swish swish swish swish swish.</p><p></p><p>Aleso, hand in front of his face and eyes, cuts the air- there’s nothing else available.</p><p></p><p>Gradually he slows.</p><p></p><p>Swish… swish.</p><p></p><p>Swish.</p><p></p><p>A bit.</p><p></p><p>Swish.</p><p></p><p>He takes a look.</p><p></p><p>The blackened burning husks, Dartamor unfurling from his crouch- coming up to see over the wall.</p><p></p><p>Black smoke, oil burning- the Goblins… gone.</p><p></p><p>He drops to his knees.</p><p></p><p>“Oh Pelor. OH MIGHTY PELOR SEND FORTH YOUR FIERY COUNTENANCE SCOURGE THIS DAMN-ED PLACE…”</p><p></p><p>He brings his hands up to pray, settles them on his lips.</p><p></p><p>“OH GOLDEN CHAFFINCH OF GOODNESS. NOT CHAFFINCH. EH.”</p><p></p><p>He stands. Clasps his face, mouth, chops, his upper lip- rubs.</p><p></p><p>Dartamor approaches- looking at him… oddly.</p><p></p><p>Aleso grapples with backpack, dives inside, roots about, comes up with his compact mirror, opens it… and stares in.</p><p></p><p>“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”</p><p></p><p>His fabulous moustache is gone, in its place a burnt caterpillar clutching desperately to the underside of his nose.</p><p></p><p>He collapses onto the hard dungeon floor, and sobs.</p><p></p><p>Dartamor squats down, snakes his arm around Aleso’s heaving shoulders, finds a few comforting words.</p><p></p><p>“You’re eyebrows are gone too.”</p><p></p><p>Next time- the other bit.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 3619077, member: 16069"] Turn 3. Part 1. [CENTER]“Firestarter, Goblin Firestarter”[/CENTER] The party have split in two- musical differences, a sense of style, over-confidence; who knows? Aleso drags himself up using the crenulated wall as a crutch; meantime Meepo and Rattler have dragged, pushed, pulled and lifted a wounded Dartamor to the other side of the battlements. The two aren’t hurt that badly, more shocked that someone or something has got through their defences, thirty seconds later, a swift breather, and while the two are a little embarrassed they are also at last up off their arses. “Goblin ran down there.” Aleso points to a thin passage into darkness. “I’ll take a look.” Dartamor shimmies over the wall and heads into the black. “May Pelor light your way- little one.” Aleso states calmly to Dartamor’s receding back, Dartamor stops, whispers back. “Yeah. Ok, but not actually light my way- ok. Stay there.” Aleso nods, clutches his scimitar. Around the corner Dartamor spies a bunch of target dummies, no not other members of the adventuring party, proper target dummies, a javelin is lodged in one- good shot. The room goes right, there’s another light, he sneaks a peek- another camp fire, another crenulated wall dividing the dank room in two, a goblin, on the far side… pointing at him. A javelin sails out of the shadows and rattles into the wall- missed, but close. “Bugger.” There’s also a door opposite his position, it has a bar on the outside- to keep something in. Hmm. No time for speculation. “Eye up.” “Tek that.” “Buggroff.” “Cum an av a gow if ya think ya ard enuff.” “Ave im.” Goblins, five of them maybe. Dartamor skitters back to Aleso, Meepo and Rattler, relays the news. “Five?” Aleso gulps. Then gets all macho. “I’ll deal with this.” He strides (clanks) down the passage, to the corner, peers round, ducks back. He pulls out his compact mirror, curls his moustache, flattens his hair and wipes his face, he’s ready, Dartamor watches on. “BY Pelor’s britches you sneaky varmints should preclude from further throwing of things. Do you know who I am?” There’s no coherent reply. He continues… “I am Aleso Flett, Paladin of Pelor, bringer of the light, the shiny armoured one- surrender immediately and submit to the light or it will go awry for you.” More jabbering in Goblin. “I SAID GO AWRY FOR YOU.” The jabbering grows louder. “What did they say? Are they surrendering?” Dartamor cups an ear, listens… “They’re discussing ways to cook you. One’s for sauté, two are for spit-roast, one’s for raw and the other… hang on… I think he’s a vegetarian. Oh. No. Three for spit-roast- now they’re discussing possible wines.” “What? How dare…” Aleso steps out into the room. “Put your weapons down and…” Thwokaaaaa. A javelin caroms of his chest, denting, and scratching his armour. Aleso dodges back. The Goblins jabber on. “I bloody say. Look at that… Look at that.” Aleso points at his armour for inspection, there’s a large gouge in it. He goes to speak again, Dartamor shushes him silent. Listens. Goblins jabber. Silence. Dartamor reluctantly translates. “Chablis.” “What?” “They’re going to serve you with a chilled Chablis, preferably something Elven, 1392 is a good year. Should I tell them… No.” Dartamor spots Aleso’s expression. Thunder clouds settle over Aleso. “Wait a mo’” Dartamor sneaks to the corner, peeks round- five Goblins, a fire… right. He rifles in his pack for a second, comes out with two flasks of lamp oil. Fishes about again and comes up with a familiar looking flask, last seen in the hands of Grand Alf. Dartamor thinks, then grins, thinks some more, then grins again. “What’re you up to?” Aleso gets curious. “When I say get ‘em, well… Get ‘em. Got it.” Aleso nods, clutches at his scimitar, begins to pray. “Pelor who is sunny let thy countenance shine forth beatific rays of beauty…” Dartamor pops open the oil flasks, takes a breath, and darts into the room. Fling. The two flasks arc into the air and… Ching… Chung. Land in the midst of the Goblins, one shatters on impact with a Goblin head drenching the creature in lamp oil, the other flask skitters onto the floor and begins to glug out it’s sticky contents, it puddles at the creatures feet. Time slows right down. One Goblin gets it, the one covered in oil. “BLUDDY NORA.” He runs, slips, and surf-slides into the fire. WOOF. Aleso prays, tears forming unbidden. “Let the golden goodness of your glow infiltrate the darkest corners…” The flaming Goblin panics, flails madly. “POOT IT ‘ART” The others dodge back to the crenulated wall trying to avoid their combusting fellow. Gulp. Dartamor swigs, sucks in hard, and raspberry spits. Aleso prays on, “Let the sunny… the sunny. Done that bit, golden chaffinch. Not chaffinch… budgie… Oh God…” The flaming spray forms a perfect fan of flame, engulfing the four approaching Goblins. “ALESO NOW.” “Please let me LLLLIIIIVVVVEEEE… I don’t want to die, I’m so pretty.” Aleso launches himself into the room as Dartamor throws himself to the floor and tumbles up to the crenulated wall. WOOOOOOOOOOF A fireball engulfs the Goblins, hits the wall and rolls along the ceiling, momentarily obscuring Aleso in its licking flaming folds. Swish swish swish swish swish. Aleso, hand in front of his face and eyes, cuts the air- there’s nothing else available. Gradually he slows. Swish… swish. Swish. A bit. Swish. He takes a look. The blackened burning husks, Dartamor unfurling from his crouch- coming up to see over the wall. Black smoke, oil burning- the Goblins… gone. He drops to his knees. “Oh Pelor. OH MIGHTY PELOR SEND FORTH YOUR FIERY COUNTENANCE SCOURGE THIS DAMN-ED PLACE…” He brings his hands up to pray, settles them on his lips. “OH GOLDEN CHAFFINCH OF GOODNESS. NOT CHAFFINCH. EH.” He stands. Clasps his face, mouth, chops, his upper lip- rubs. Dartamor approaches- looking at him… oddly. Aleso grapples with backpack, dives inside, roots about, comes up with his compact mirror, opens it… and stares in. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.” His fabulous moustache is gone, in its place a burnt caterpillar clutching desperately to the underside of his nose. He collapses onto the hard dungeon floor, and sobs. Dartamor squats down, snakes his arm around Aleso’s heaving shoulders, finds a few comforting words. “You’re eyebrows are gone too.” Next time- the other bit. [/QUOTE]
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