"Cleric! I have need of a cleric!" Ximo cried and stumbled back to lean against the wall. He pressed one hand to the spear wound in his side. He felt slightly faint for a moment and worried he would lose consciousness. But then he recovered himself somewhat. With a shaky hand, he drew forth his silver dagger and prepared to defend himself against any goblin, large or small, that got through the front ranks.
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 9, 2015 14:35:46 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 7, rds. 3-4 for Caltaran, Ximo, (Semer, Winoc, Ricarda, Laetitia):
Semer recovered and killed another of the semi-larval goblins, as did Caltaran, though with less smoothness and precision. Winoc ignored the one in front of him and took another crossbow shot at the first male goblin crossing the dead baby bridge, but failed to aim and missed by 3".
The last of the babies tried to skitter past the front rank between Semer and Caltaran, and actually managed to get past them both. It didn't get past Laetitia, though, who smooshed it good.
The first of the goblins came over the bridge, charging Caltaran with his spear, and nearly knocked him flat.
Semer was stuck on the defensive as the next goblin over the bridge charged at him.
Caltaran knocked spear and shield aside and landed a glancing blow on the leather armor of his assailant with his mace, but it bounced off. He did keep the goblin distracted, though, while Winoc outflanked it and killed the thing with his short sword.
None of the goblins were yet taking advantage of Caltaran's offer to surrender.
((rd. 3: Semer's to hit: 17 - 2 dmg, Caltaran's to hit: 11 - 1+1 dmg, Winoc's to hit: 7; Semer's free attack: 9, Caltaran's free attack: 9, Laetitia's to hit: 18 - 1 dmg, to hit Caltaran: 15 - 6 dmg; rd. 4: Semer's to hit: 8, Caltaran's to hit: 12, Winoc's to hit: 17 - 4 dmg, to hit Semer: 4))
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 12, 2015 12:50:40 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 7, rds. 5-6 for Caltaran, Ximo, (Semer, Winoc, Ricarda, Laetitia):
Semer was on the defensive still and had to take two steps back from the goblin onslaught. Caltaran did only slightly better, needing to take only one step back. At least they were both able to avoid being hit.
Winoc had his short sword in hand now, but the spear's longer reach got him. He took a bludgeoning hit to his gut through his armor that left him moderately winded, if not wounded.
Semer was forced back another step, into the second row with the lady clerics now. Caltaran, at least, rallied, and delivered a crushing blow to the goblin in front of him, dropping the monster.
Winoc and Semer staved off the attacks against them. Semer forced his opponent a step back again, unfortunately taking the goblin out of striking range of the clerics just in time.
The remaining two goblins refused to move up into the fight, hiding back in the cave.
Winoc stepped on the spear being used against him, holding it down, while delivering a serious stab to the chest of the goblin he was fighting.
((rd. 5: Semer's to hit: 2, Caltaran's to hit: 5, to hit Winoc: 15 - 3 dmg, to hit Semer: 14, to hit Caltaran: 4, Winoc's to hit: 8; rd. 6: Semer's to hit: 6, Caltaran's to hit: 14 - 5+1 dmg, to hit Winoc: 9, to hit Semer: 4, Winoc's to hit: 20 - 3 dmg))
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 14, 2015 17:32:56 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 7, rds. 7-8 for Caltaran, Ximo, (Semer, Winoc, Ricarda, Laetitia):
Ximo threw a dagger into the cave, but the range was too great and he missed the cringing goblins.
As Caltaran moved past the combat flanking him to charge into the cave, the goblin on Winoc clocked him in the head with the butt of its spear, hard enough to knock Caltaran's helmet off and seriously wound him.
At least the injury didn't slow up Caltaran or make him less deadly -- he crashed into one of the two goblins and crushed it with his mace.
There was still one goblin on Winoc, Caltaran, and Semer, but none of the goblins could hit worth a darn. Winoc and Semer were hardly doing better.
Though outnumbered two to one now, the goblins had no means of escape and surrender didn't seem to be an option to them. It paid off, too, as one of them got lucky and managed to knock Semer down on one knee. Winoc's foe seemed as surprised at that as anyone, and Winoc took advantage and stuck his short blade through the goblin.
((rd. 7: Ximo's to hit: 9-2, free attacks on Caltaran: 20 - 1 dmg, 9, Semer's to hit: 11, Caltaran's to hit: 14 - 6+1 dmg, to hit Winoc: 10, to hit Caltaran: 10, to hit Semer: 2, Winoc's to hit: 10; rd. 8: Semer's to hit: 2, Caltaran's to hit: 11, to hit Winoc: 1, to hit Caltaran: 5, to hit Semer: 16- 4 dmg, Winoc's to hit: 16 - 3 dmg -- Semer is down to 1 hp, Caltaran is down to 3 hp, but only two goblins left!))
Ximo felt he had done his part. But, just in case, he went back to keeping his silver dagger ready and splitting his attention between the battle with these goblin hordes in front of the party and watching behind for any new enemies.
((Ximo will spend about 40% of his time watching the fighting and 60% of his time watching the party's back.))
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 15, 2015 21:59:19 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 7, rds. 9-10 for Caltaran, Ximo, (Semer, Winoc, Ricarda, Laetitia):
The battle raged on. Semer shouted as he pushed past the pain and landed a killing sword thrust on his opponent.
Caltaran, who was definitely still engaged in combat, kept pounding with his mace until he sundered the goblin's shield and knocked it to the floor, unconscious.
Only one goblin remained, fighting Winoc, but Ricarda and Laetitia moved up to flank it. The goblin dropped its spear and looked for a place to run, but it was surrounded now. Laetitia smacked it with her mace and left it seriously wounded.
The battle seemed to be over, with only one seriously injured goblin remaining who didn't seem to want to fight anymore.
No reinforcements were coming. So far.
"The battle is ours," Semer said, wiping his sword clean. "But I can't fight any further, and Caltaran looks almost as bad as me. Do we dare go further?"
((rd. 9: Semer's to hit: 14 - 3 dmg, Caltaran's to hit: 20 - 4+1 dmg, Laetitia's to hit: 13 - 2 dmg, Ricarda's to hit: 1))
Caltaran staggers to his feet and says "let's get out of here. Make sure we get Nydia body on the way out of here. She needs to be properly buried. All of you fought honorably and once I get healthy I am going back here again to finish this."
Caltaran casts his cure light wounds spell on himself.
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 16, 2015 13:30:43 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 8 for Caltaran, Ximo, (Semer, Winoc, Ricarda, Laetitia):
It did not take long to loot the five adult goblins and, of course, the feral young had no treasure (practically not even clothes!). When they were done looting, however...that was when the drums started up, echoing from some distance in the tunnels.
How many goblins were still down here?
Picking up their pace, they returned to the 14 other dead goblins and looted them as well. In total, they came up with:
19 suits of dwarf-sized leather armor (but they could only carry 10 between them on this trip) 10 small shields 9 helmets 20 spears 7 morningstars 7 short swords 38 cp, 9 sp
It was a small haul to make up for a lost life, but it would have to do. ((Heading out the way you came?))
Post by dtspurrier on Oct 16, 2015 16:05:31 GMT -6
After casting his healing spell he picks up Nydia body and starts moving. He asks the rest of the party to gather the equipment. While moving he says, "lets make it to the exit. Then Ximo execute your plan and once this magical web spell is complete someone else ignite it with a torch. Winnoc or semer should do this. Regardless we are all getting out of here. I will take Nydia's body back to the temple and I once healed up and rested I am going to come back here and cleanse this evil from this accursed place. Any of you are welcome to accompany me on this mission as it has been an honor to work with you."
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 19, 2015 8:46:27 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 9 for Caltaran, Ximo, (Semer, Winoc, Ricarda, Laetitia):
Caltaran was still moderately injured after casting his remaining healing spell, but he still carried Nydia's body alone, feeling it was his duty.
The drums -- and it was definitely more than one -- continued for another 15 minutes, and then stopped. By then, everyone was in the final north-south passage that led out through the ruined building. And then they waited patiently for the goblins to come so Ximo could enact his plan. The waiting grew gradually impatient, as the goblin assault never came, nor did the drumming resume. It seemed the drumming had been for some other purpose than a rallying cry, though the tempo had been the same as before. The adventurers discussed this.
"Perhaps they were communicating," Laetitia said, "and the length of time they drummed was what conveyed the message."
"Or it was a rallying cry, but they haven't enough goblins yet to mount another attack on us..." Semer suggested.
Still, no one felt up to going back into the tunnels to verify either theory. So the adventurers headed out!
Once more in the bright summer sun, the adventurers conferred as to what to do next. They had a lot of gear to take and sell somewhere, they had people who needed healing, and Nydia's body needed to be taken back to the temple. The first two tasks might be doable here in Ryemend, but at least some people would need to return into Verbobonc.
"I am willing to take that armor to the Foreign Quarter. I think it is more likely to find a buyer there than among humans. To make things easier I can also sell the weapons," Ximo volunteered. "Perhaps tomorrow we could all meet again and the clerics in our number could use their skills to heal us all?"
Ximo turned to Caltaran, "I appreciate this opportunity to face those goblins again. You and your henchpeople fought...adequately. But unless you are willing to delay your expedition, I will not be able to accompany you. I have business with the Consortium that may take some days to complete. If you have not completed the clearing of those tunnels in about a week's time, you are welcome to inquire and I will consider accompanying your band again."
"Shall I take these arms and armor and seek out a buyer?"
Post by dtspurrier on Oct 19, 2015 15:23:09 GMT -6
Taking the adequately comment as a compliment caltaran says, "I do plan on going back here in dealing with the goblins. I am also going to recruit Joaquim and Marcel. Ximo I would you like you there as well. Semer, Ricarda , Winnoc, and Letitia I also would like you there. Although next time Letitia and Ricarda please ask for spells/blessings. With that said Since there is a lot of equipment why don't Semer you go with Ximo to sell the equipment. Ricarda and Letitia help me bring back Nydia body to the temple. Winoc you can come with us, go with Semer, or wherever you like. If we can get the equipment sold today lets meet for dinner tomorrow night at the Bronze Unicorn to divide up the treasure. I believe equal shares are in order. Also if any of the equipment is magical we should also perhaps not sell it and see if anyone here wants it. "
It still took some getting used to for Alfbern; the ways in which these Flatlanders clustered in the low places of the land instead of taking the high ground so they might see better. But thinking back, what had qualified as a hill along the Great Western Road and then this branching to Verbobonc City hardly qualified as a hill. Especially when compared to the high peaks of the Yatils where he had grown up.
It had been a long journey he had made with his sister, Saskia. She was standing beside him looking about with that old bemused look she always took on when they found themselves in a big city. He thought that perhaps the stone of the buildings offended something in her.
"There," Alfbern said and pointed. A simple wooden building with a plain and faded green disk carved into its door was what he indicated to his sister. She seemed to ignore him. "We heard there might be followers of the Oerthmother here. That seems like the place."
Finally she answered. But first she shook her hair in a habitual gesture of annoyance, "I have seen it."
They spoke in the Flan dialect of their people though both had markings of their elf mother in the slight almond shape of their eyes. Both of them still wore the leathers and furs they had brought with them on their exile. But both also had acquired some new things along the way. Alfbern's bow was of a finer wood than ever could have been acquired in the Yatils and though the wood of his morning star's handle was worn, the metal of its spike was clearly of quality manufacture. And Saskia too bore some markings of their adventures on the road - a finely made earring hung from one of her ears and she had replaced her leather sandles with good quality boots.
"First I think we should get a drink," she said. She said it even though she knew Alfbern hated going into the stinking dark places these Flatlanders chose for refreshment.
Post by Ronny Serio on Jan 23, 2016 1:17:14 GMT -6
"Come on," Saskia said. A building down the street had all the markings of a lowlander feasthall. She made directly for the place, she didn't need to look back to know that Alfbern was following. Her brother was nothing if not predictable. Saskia could speak the lowlander tongue better than she could read it, but she believed the sign out front said 'Crossroads Tavern'. She pulled open the door, holding it long enough for her brother to get a hand on it before she headed in.
Alfbern was right about one thing, these lowlander feasthalls always stank fiercely. How they could stand to live their lives going from one cramped, enclosed space to the next Saskia would never understand. This particular tavern was unremarkable, adorned in a simple style that the lowlanders seemed to be find charming. There were six long tables, only half of which were occupied, and no smaller ones. The only interesting detail was an impressive fireplace that dominated the far end of the room.
A middle-aged woman wearing an apron was seated at one table, talking to some of the river folk, a people who's name Saskia found unpronounceable. The woman rose at their entry and Saskia spoke to her in the Oerdian tongue. "Ale. And goat, if you have it. If not, then whatever wretched meat you lowlanders eat." She cast her gaze around the feasthall, staring at each of the other occupants in turn, silently daring one of them to obstruct her. In their journey through the flatlands, Saskia and Alfbern had more than once found themselves unwelcome in such places. She'd learned quickly that an aggressive posture was the simplest way to avoid that. Commoners such as these were easy to intimidate.
No one said a word, which was just as well. They'd been traveling a long time and Saskia was tired. She would have had no patience for any hassles. She led the way to an empty table by the fireplace and sat down, her back to a wall. Alfbern eased himself into a seat across from her, his eyes filled with aloof amusement. Her interactions with lowlanders never failed to entertain him. It was proof of her will that she resisted the urge to spit in his face.
"Please don't spit on me again," he said.
Perhaps her brother was not the only one who had grown predictable. The grin he gave her was annoying. Almost as annoying as his new found fascination with the Oerth Mother. He seemed to think she would share his enthusiasm but she did not. She gave the Oerth Mother her proper reverence, but had no love for the deity. Beory was too remote, too willing to let others trespass against her and her children. Saskia's heart belonged to the Shalm. Obad-Hai understand the value of vengeance against those who wronged you. And vengeance was what drove her. Word of the Oerth Mother's followers had drawn Alfbern here, but it was other rumors that had lured her. Rumors of a vessel for her vengeance.
"This city does not look like it has been attacked by a dragon," she said in Flan. "If those minstrels were lying, I'm going to track them down and flay them."
Alfbern had walked into the place more comfortably than his sister. The miles of travel and scrapes they had gotten into and out of made him even more confident than he had been before that he could easily throw any dirt-scraping Flatlander on his rear end with just one arm. And if things got really dangerous he could usually fall back on his wits. Flatlanders moved slow and thought slow. Most of the time. His smile faded a little and he scratched absentmindedly at a deep scar on his arm, just below where his jerkin sleeve ended.
"Tracking down those minstrels would probably take us even further away from home," Alfbern answered. "Maybe the Flatlanders rebuilt the place since then? One thing they are good at is building and making things. When we take the clan back we should increase our trade in these things. The other clans will not be able to threaten us if we all have good steel and leather."
Alfbern looked around and tried to order whatever beer this place was serving. That was another thing Flatlanders did well, brew refreshing drinks. Though Alfbern knew from experience too much of the stuff and he started liking it in these taverns too much.
Post by Ronny Serio on Jan 26, 2016 13:00:34 GMT -6
Saskia scowled at her brother. Alfbern was fond of talking of what they would do once they returned home and seized control of their clan, but he spent little time figuring out how they would accomplish such a feat. That, it seemed, was her responsibility. They had journeyed long and far, searching for something, some power, that would enable their retribution. So far they'd found nothing.
Their own abilities had developed well, there was no doubt about that. Alfbern's martial prowess would be a match for any of their clan's warriors. Saskia's ability to commune with nature had flourished. New rituals and rites had been delivered to her by agents of the Shalm. They both had progressed well in the study of their mother's magic. Near Asnath they'd killed a demented wizard who had been making trouble. Among his possessions was a book that contained numerous spells. Some were similar to what their mother had taught them, others were entirely new discoveries. There were even a few that they did not yet have the skill to master.
The serving woman approached their table, setting down their drinks and two plates of lowlander food. Saskia sniffed the dish and was not revolted. She was tired and hungry so this would have to do. Alfbern must have given the woman a friendly look, because she began speaking. "You two don't look like you're from arou-".
Saskia quickly cut off her idle chatter. "I have heard stories of a dragon visiting its wrath upon this city. Is this true?"
Alfbern gave the woman a wane look of apology as she actually took a half step back at Saskia's rudeness.
Soon, though, she was talking and Alfbern did his best to keep up, "A dragon! Oh yes, it was so very scary! It flew over Ryemend and I was out drawing water from the well and I saw it. Its scales were black as Nerull's heart and it had a Viscount's soldier grasped in its claws. I prayed for that man's family that night."
Alfbern thought this story sounded like a terrible thing but the serving girl's eyes shone with excitement at the telling of the tale. He was confused and wondered if he was misunderstanding her words. He missed a bit of her story.
"-bobonc City, the Viscount's knights were turned to stone. Some say its lair is beneath the old magic school but if that were true wouldn't we all be dead by now?"
Alfbern looked to his sister, "Some minstrels will be keeping their hides, I suppose."
Alfbern gave the serving girl the cost of the meal and a little extra and smiled at her before she departed.
Post by Ronny Serio on Jan 27, 2016 9:57:24 GMT -6
"Or a serving woman is going to be joining them in their agony," Saskia said. "I doubt she witnessed anything. If she had, she would be terrified, not excited."
"You would be excited," Alfbern ignored.
"I am the daughter of Godehard, chosen of the Shalm, not some flatland commoner. She is just repeating stories she's heard. But, that doesn't mean they are not true. We should go to this Temple and witness the proof for ourselves."