The second wolf dies in an instant, its head almost severed by a brutal blow from Lukuth's axe.
Up on the ledge, at the insistence of its leader, the captive goblin edges closer to try and unbind the leader's hands. It is clearly terrified of Willow and keeps its eyes on the feline all the time, but the fear of its boss is enough to get its legs moving.
The goblin deeper in the tunnel then looses an arrow at Alden:
With the wolves out of the way, Aeran breathes in and out, trying to focus better, before approaching the closest goblin (2?). He swings again with his sword...
Attack: 18 Damage: 10
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Aeran's sword sings through the air, causing Alden to lean to the side to avoid being hit. The blade slices clean through the goblin's neck, and the surprised expression on the face as the head bounces off the wall and falls to the floor is almost comical. The body stays upright for a moment, as if it hasn't noticed the absence of a brain, then collapses to the floor.
Up on the ledge, if anyone had been watching, they might have noticed Erk give a small shake of his head to the other captive goblin, who hesitates in his approach to loosen the bonds on Erk's wrists. Willow provides encouragement for this change of heart, hackles up and hissing.
Mara death save #2: 8
Seeing the tunnel mouth blocked by Alden and Aeran, and one goblin already down, Sildar leaps up the steps, taking two at a time, and kneels at Mara's side. He tears a couple of strips off the bottom of her dress to pack and bind around the arrow shaft. He's seen enough arrow wounds to know that he might do more harm than good by pulling it out, but is unsure whether the dressing will be enough to stabilise her.
Mara is very pale now. The bodice of her dress is soaked in blood. She looks tiny and fragile in Sildar's arms as he rolls her to get the binding around her torso.
"Does anyone have any healing?" he calls, urgently. "I don't think she has long left if we don't do something!"
The goliath turns and sprints up the steps, his long legs taking him past Sildar and over Mara's prone form. The goblin, whom Erk had just dissuaded from releasing his bonds, looks round just in time to catch the blade of Lukuth's axe square in the face. The explosion of gore splatters Lukuth, Erk, and Willow as the now lifeless body of the goblin topples to the ground. The look that Willow gives Lukuth is murderous.
Seeing the wolves and its fellow goblins butchered is too much for the remaining live goblin in the tunnel, who turns and sprints away into the gloom.
You are now out of combat and can act in any order.
Willow is washing the blood off her fur. Sildar is frantically looking around for anyone to offer healing to Mara. Erk is looking a bit shellshocked by the brutal destruction of his fellow goblin right in front of his face. Mara is bleeding out.
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Seeing the goblin retreat in panic finally makes Aeran relax a bit and he looks around for the first time since the attack had begun. His golden eyes soon find Mara's body and for a moment, the paladin is stricken by a strong sense of Deja vu, that almost makes him sway on his feet. But then his own body moves on its own to lead him to the fallen woman and he heavily falls on his knees next to her as he loses a bit of balance while he removes his gauntlets, so he can check her vitals (Medicine: 13). Despite her freakishly pale face and her crimson-stained clothes, her skin still feels warm under his touch, her chest still seems rise and fall with her breathing, so he lets out a soft sigh of relief as he closes his eyes momentarily. It is not too late, thank the gods. Focusing, the paladin reaches into his healing energy, urging it to help Mara.
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Mara's green eyes snap open. She draws in a deep, shuddering breath, and as she does so she sits up suddenly. Aeran rocks back rather swiftly to avoid a headbutt to the nose.
She looks down at her blood-soaked dress with the hem torn away, the arrow shaft protruding from a wad of bloody material in the front of her left shoulder.
"Oh," she says quietly. "Golly gosh."
There is confusion in her eyes as she looks around. First at Aeran, then at Sildar, then at the others, taking in the scene and trying to make sense of it. Her hand raises to the wound and comes away bloody. She looks at it and her already pale face becomes even more so.
"Golly gosh." She says again.
"We need to get you to a physician, girl. That arrow needs a professional to get it out safely," says Sildar.
"Woman," murmurs Mara.
"What's that?" Says Sildar.
"I'm a grown woman," says Mara quietly, still looking at the blood on her hand. "Not a girl. I'd really rather you used my name though. I'm Mara." She looks up at Sildar, who looks a little abashed.
"Begging your pardon, ma'am," he says. "Mara, I mean. I meant no offence, and hopefully you'll take none from a bluff old soldier. Either way, woman or girl, that arrow damn near did for you. If it wasn't for this fine man here I'm not sure you'd have been in any state to reprimand me." He indicates Aeran, and Mara looks back at you. In that moment, even having been moments from death, dirty, dishevelled, and covered in blood, the spark of life still burns in those eyes. The irrepressible enthusiasm, the wide-eyed, mischievous charm, the girlish joy, are all still there, if momentarily subdued. This was the adventure that Mara came for and despite everything, she's not about to give it up now that she's found it. Still making eye contact with Aeran, she says,
"I'm not going anywhere unless we all are. If we're not done here then I'm staying. It would be most helpful though, if someone could... I don't know... shorten? this thing?" She waves a hand at the arrow shaft. "It strikes me that it may be a little inconvenient."
Reaching for Willow, who comes over to rub her head against Mara's outstretched right hand, she looks around again. "Is everyone else ok?" she asks, starting to sound a bit more like herself, though there is still some slight strain in her voice.
Sildar stands. "So, what's it to be? Gundrun isn't here, but this is probably the best opportunity anyone has had for a while to clear out these buggers and put a stop to their mischief for good. There can't be many of them left. The boss is back there somewhere," he gestures toward the tunnel from which the latest batch of goblins had appeared. "A bugbear. Styles himself some sort of king." Sildar grunts in derision at this delusion of gandeur. "The locals would certainly thank you for smoking him out and dealing with him. I'm led by you though. I'm grateful to you for freeing me, and you're certainly under no obligation to go any further if you've no desire to meet 'King Klarg.' Besides," he looks down at Mara, who is leaning on Aeran as she climbs unsteadily to her feet, "this one... Mara, beg pardon... could do with some medical attention."
Mara looks at him sharply. “No more so than you, mister soldier man.” She straightens her ragged attire as best she can just as she straightens her spine. “If you can go on, so can I.”
Seeing the defiance in her face and her posture, Sildar can manage only a bemused “hmmm.” It is quite clear he doesn’t know quite what to make of this irrepressible young woman.
Looking to Aeran with a slightly pained expression, Mara says in a low murmur, “you couldn’t be a dear and pick up my staff, could you? Getting up once was enough for now I think.”
Aeran visibly relaxes when Mara opens her eyes again. In fact, she seems a bit more alive than he expected, judging by the vigour with which she managed to sit up, almost hitting him in the face in the process. "Don't make such sudden movements, you might get...," he begins saying, just as she looks down at her blood-covered hand and gets even paler than before, "sick", he finishes under his breath.
Sildar is very right in his assumptions. The elf looks around, taking in the end result of this attack. More blood, more bodies, more wounds on his companions but nobody appears to be as wounded as Mara. Even he himself didn't get unscathed this time. Now that things have calmed down and the adrenaline is leaving his body, he can feel the burning sensation and the tingling of blood in the place where the wolf had managed to find an unprotected by the armour area.
"Lukuth, Mayres, do you guys want to check out the bodies, see if there is anything useful at all?" The paladin nods at his fellow adventurers. He isn't holding much hope, but it won't harm to check.
"We seem to have encountered a fair share of bad luck today. We'll need to take a break if we are to continue. Lukuth, can you see if you can break off the arrow's tail?" Aeran continues as he helps Mara up to her feet, trying to check what her current state is and whether the arrow head has appeared on the other side. Maybe they can pull it out and he can use a bit more of his limited healing energy to patch her up?
At her quiet request, he just looks around them and fetches her staff for her after letting her lean against the closest rock, so she doesn't fall over in the meantime, should she feel weak again.
From the darkness to which the fleeing goblin had vanished, the shadows seem to pulse distantly and there is a muffled thump. Not the sound of a weapon blow, just that of small body falling to the ground afterwards. Followed by faint dragging sounds which become louder.
The figure that emerges from the northern tunnel is slim, elven and female. Silver hair, grey eyes and large black earrings frame a dark-skinned face, its solemn expression spoiled only a little by her chewing her lip and glancing around uncertainly. Despite her slight frame, she wears scale mail and shield, and the jet black warhammer which hangs from her belt looks far too heavy for her to wield.
Behind her, along the ground, she drags the dead goblin with her free hand, a cauterized hole blasted in its chest. She presents it as a cat might present a dead mouse to humans. Her gaze catches for a moment at the sight of the golden surface elf in his armor. Not hostile, just apprehensive, her reaction. It looks as if she is going to make a longer introduction, but her eyes widen as she takes in the carnage in the room. She smiles.
"You missed one." She holds up the goblin's corpse. Her accent is strange. Foreign, somehow. "I am Rel Serafin."
All eyes turn to the newcomer. Sildar picks up the scimitar from the ground where he had left it next to Mara, and steps across to place himself protectively between her and the dark-skinned arrival.
Mara rolls her eyes and places a firm hand on his arm to guide him back out of the way.
"Now, now, Sildar," she says, like a mother scolding a child, "there is no need for that, I'm sure."
Turning her attention to Rel, she says, "Hello! I'm Mara. It's, um, nice to meet you, though somewhat odd, I have to say. We had only really expected to find goblins in here. And this big lump of course." She smiles sweetly at Sildar to dull the insult, before turning her attention back to Rel "Are you alone?"
Meanwhile, Erk, the captured goblin leader, remains quiet and looks more and more uncomfortable with every passing moment, shifting from foot to foot and looking around all over the cave as if looking for a hole to disappear into.
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Whoops forgot to mention what he attacks. He hits the wolf that hit him earlier.
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The second wolf dies in an instant, its head almost severed by a brutal blow from Lukuth's axe.
Up on the ledge, at the insistence of its leader, the captive goblin edges closer to try and unbind the leader's hands. It is clearly terrified of Willow and keeps its eyes on the feline all the time, but the fear of its boss is enough to get its legs moving.
The goblin deeper in the tunnel then looses an arrow at Alden:
Attack: 12 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
The shaft flies high over the ranger's head.
Mayres, your turn.
WIS save: 5
Still clinging to the cave wall, Mayres remained frozen.
Alden leaps at the leading goblin in the tunnel, blades whirling,
Attack: 10 Damage: 6
Attack: 10 Damage: 2
The goblin ducks and dodges and manages to evade Alden's swift strikes, which catch nothing but air.
Aeran, your turn.
With the wolves out of the way, Aeran breathes in and out, trying to focus better, before approaching the closest goblin (2?). He swings again with his sword...
Attack: 18 Damage: 10
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Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
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Aeran's sword sings through the air, causing Alden to lean to the side to avoid being hit. The blade slices clean through the goblin's neck, and the surprised expression on the face as the head bounces off the wall and falls to the floor is almost comical. The body stays upright for a moment, as if it hasn't noticed the absence of a brain, then collapses to the floor.
Up on the ledge, if anyone had been watching, they might have noticed Erk give a small shake of his head to the other captive goblin, who hesitates in his approach to loosen the bonds on Erk's wrists. Willow provides encouragement for this change of heart, hackles up and hissing.
Mara death save #2: 8
Seeing the tunnel mouth blocked by Alden and Aeran, and one goblin already down, Sildar leaps up the steps, taking two at a time, and kneels at Mara's side. He tears a couple of strips off the bottom of her dress to pack and bind around the arrow shaft. He's seen enough arrow wounds to know that he might do more harm than good by pulling it out, but is unsure whether the dressing will be enough to stabilise her.
Sildar medicine check: 6
Mara is very pale now. The bodice of her dress is soaked in blood. She looks tiny and fragile in Sildar's arms as he rolls her to get the binding around her torso.
"Does anyone have any healing?" he calls, urgently. "I don't think she has long left if we don't do something!"
Lukuth, your turn.
Lukuth will go over to Mara and attack the closest goblin
20 to hit
10 damage
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The goliath turns and sprints up the steps, his long legs taking him past Sildar and over Mara's prone form. The goblin, whom Erk had just dissuaded from releasing his bonds, looks round just in time to catch the blade of Lukuth's axe square in the face. The explosion of gore splatters Lukuth, Erk, and Willow as the now lifeless body of the goblin topples to the ground. The look that Willow gives Lukuth is murderous.
Seeing the wolves and its fellow goblins butchered is too much for the remaining live goblin in the tunnel, who turns and sprints away into the gloom.
You are now out of combat and can act in any order.
Willow is washing the blood off her fur. Sildar is frantically looking around for anyone to offer healing to Mara. Erk is looking a bit shellshocked by the brutal destruction of his fellow goblin right in front of his face. Mara is bleeding out.
Edit to mention: TIME TO LEVEL UP!!!!!!!
Seeing Willow being quite disgruntled he says “Sorry kitty.”
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Seeing the goblin retreat in panic finally makes Aeran relax a bit and he looks around for the first time since the attack had begun. His golden eyes soon find Mara's body and for a moment, the paladin is stricken by a strong sense of Deja vu, that almost makes him sway on his feet. But then his own body moves on its own to lead him to the fallen woman and he heavily falls on his knees next to her as he loses a bit of balance while he removes his gauntlets, so he can check her vitals (Medicine: 13). Despite her freakishly pale face and her crimson-stained clothes, her skin still feels warm under his touch, her chest still seems rise and fall with her breathing, so he lets out a soft sigh of relief as he closes his eyes momentarily. It is not too late, thank the gods. Focusing, the paladin reaches into his healing energy, urging it to help Mara.
//casting Lay on Hands and healing Mara for 3 HP
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Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
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Mara's green eyes snap open. She draws in a deep, shuddering breath, and as she does so she sits up suddenly. Aeran rocks back rather swiftly to avoid a headbutt to the nose.
She looks down at her blood-soaked dress with the hem torn away, the arrow shaft protruding from a wad of bloody material in the front of her left shoulder.
"Oh," she says quietly. "Golly gosh."
There is confusion in her eyes as she looks around. First at Aeran, then at Sildar, then at the others, taking in the scene and trying to make sense of it. Her hand raises to the wound and comes away bloody. She looks at it and her already pale face becomes even more so.
"Golly gosh." She says again.
"We need to get you to a physician, girl. That arrow needs a professional to get it out safely," says Sildar.
"Woman," murmurs Mara.
"What's that?" Says Sildar.
"I'm a grown woman," says Mara quietly, still looking at the blood on her hand. "Not a girl. I'd really rather you used my name though. I'm Mara." She looks up at Sildar, who looks a little abashed.
"Begging your pardon, ma'am," he says. "Mara, I mean. I meant no offence, and hopefully you'll take none from a bluff old soldier. Either way, woman or girl, that arrow damn near did for you. If it wasn't for this fine man here I'm not sure you'd have been in any state to reprimand me." He indicates Aeran, and Mara looks back at you. In that moment, even having been moments from death, dirty, dishevelled, and covered in blood, the spark of life still burns in those eyes. The irrepressible enthusiasm, the wide-eyed, mischievous charm, the girlish joy, are all still there, if momentarily subdued. This was the adventure that Mara came for and despite everything, she's not about to give it up now that she's found it. Still making eye contact with Aeran, she says,
"I'm not going anywhere unless we all are. If we're not done here then I'm staying. It would be most helpful though, if someone could... I don't know... shorten? this thing?" She waves a hand at the arrow shaft. "It strikes me that it may be a little inconvenient."
Reaching for Willow, who comes over to rub her head against Mara's outstretched right hand, she looks around again. "Is everyone else ok?" she asks, starting to sound a bit more like herself, though there is still some slight strain in her voice.
Sildar stands. "So, what's it to be? Gundrun isn't here, but this is probably the best opportunity anyone has had for a while to clear out these buggers and put a stop to their mischief for good. There can't be many of them left. The boss is back there somewhere," he gestures toward the tunnel from which the latest batch of goblins had appeared. "A bugbear. Styles himself some sort of king." Sildar grunts in derision at this delusion of gandeur. "The locals would certainly thank you for smoking him out and dealing with him. I'm led by you though. I'm grateful to you for freeing me, and you're certainly under no obligation to go any further if you've no desire to meet 'King Klarg.' Besides," he looks down at Mara, who is leaning on Aeran as she climbs unsteadily to her feet, "this one... Mara, beg pardon... could do with some medical attention."
Mara looks at him sharply. “No more so than you, mister soldier man.” She straightens her ragged attire as best she can just as she straightens her spine. “If you can go on, so can I.”
Seeing the defiance in her face and her posture, Sildar can manage only a bemused “hmmm.” It is quite clear he doesn’t know quite what to make of this irrepressible young woman.
Looking to Aeran with a slightly pained expression, Mara says in a low murmur, “you couldn’t be a dear and pick up my staff, could you? Getting up once was enough for now I think.”
Aeran visibly relaxes when Mara opens her eyes again. In fact, she seems a bit more alive than he expected, judging by the vigour with which she managed to sit up, almost hitting him in the face in the process. "Don't make such sudden movements, you might get...," he begins saying, just as she looks down at her blood-covered hand and gets even paler than before, "sick", he finishes under his breath.
Sildar is very right in his assumptions. The elf looks around, taking in the end result of this attack. More blood, more bodies, more wounds on his companions but nobody appears to be as wounded as Mara. Even he himself didn't get unscathed this time. Now that things have calmed down and the adrenaline is leaving his body, he can feel the burning sensation and the tingling of blood in the place where the wolf had managed to find an unprotected by the armour area.
"Lukuth, Mayres, do you guys want to check out the bodies, see if there is anything useful at all?" The paladin nods at his fellow adventurers. He isn't holding much hope, but it won't harm to check.
"We seem to have encountered a fair share of bad luck today. We'll need to take a break if we are to continue. Lukuth, can you see if you can break off the arrow's tail?" Aeran continues as he helps Mara up to her feet, trying to check what her current state is and whether the arrow head has appeared on the other side. Maybe they can pull it out and he can use a bit more of his limited healing energy to patch her up?
At her quiet request, he just looks around them and fetches her staff for her after letting her lean against the closest rock, so she doesn't fall over in the meantime, should she feel weak again.
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Seeing Mara up and moving Luk smiles. “Magic cat lady fine!”
”Sorry about cat.” He adds sheepishly
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From the darkness to which the fleeing goblin had vanished, the shadows seem to pulse distantly and there is a muffled thump. Not the sound of a weapon blow, just that of small body falling to the ground afterwards. Followed by faint dragging sounds which become louder.
The figure that emerges from the northern tunnel is slim, elven and female. Silver hair, grey eyes and large black earrings frame a dark-skinned face, its solemn expression spoiled only a little by her chewing her lip and glancing around uncertainly. Despite her slight frame, she wears scale mail and shield, and the jet black warhammer which hangs from her belt looks far too heavy for her to wield.
Behind her, along the ground, she drags the dead goblin with her free hand, a cauterized hole blasted in its chest. She presents it as a cat might present a dead mouse to humans. Her gaze catches for a moment at the sight of the golden surface elf in his armor. Not hostile, just apprehensive, her reaction. It looks as if she is going to make a longer introduction, but her eyes widen as she takes in the carnage in the room. She smiles.
"You missed one." She holds up the goblin's corpse. Her accent is strange. Foreign, somehow. "I am Rel Serafin."
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Lukuth frowns, “Naughty goblin.”
Then to Rel ”What are you doing hiding in shadows?”
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All eyes turn to the newcomer. Sildar picks up the scimitar from the ground where he had left it next to Mara, and steps across to place himself protectively between her and the dark-skinned arrival.
Mara rolls her eyes and places a firm hand on his arm to guide him back out of the way.
"Now, now, Sildar," she says, like a mother scolding a child, "there is no need for that, I'm sure."
Turning her attention to Rel, she says, "Hello! I'm Mara. It's, um, nice to meet you, though somewhat odd, I have to say. We had only really expected to find goblins in here. And this big lump of course." She smiles sweetly at Sildar to dull the insult, before turning her attention back to Rel "Are you alone?"
Meanwhile, Erk, the captured goblin leader, remains quiet and looks more and more uncomfortable with every passing moment, shifting from foot to foot and looking around all over the cave as if looking for a hole to disappear into.