Valaith visibly flinches at all the racket and sighs as the goblin start coming across to investigate. She looks at her friends with a smile and shrugs before she gives into the icy rage before rushing across the road towards a nearby goblin. She brings her Maul in an upward swing into the creature’s torso with tremendous force! She feels the satisfying crunch of bones breaking beneath her assault!
"Don' crack a keg if ye're not gon' drink, Hurrig!" Bründir rushes past his friend into the fray, thirsty for action, and maybe some other things inside Ringrut's. As the second hobgoblin struggles against Thurston, the dwarf sweeps around its rear and slams its knee with a shield's edge. The leg buckles and throws the hobgoblin off balance. Bründir's sword comes up to meet it and drives deep into its back, "Hurrig! We've done most of the work! I know where Ringrut keeps 'is good reserve if ye can drop this one!"
(Bonus Action: Inspiration die for Hurrig)
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Vark's face turns to panic as he hears the commotion up ahead, but is relieved to see it's only a handful of goblins. "We can take this, we can take this." he says mostly to himself, as reassurance. Quickly he steps out of the alleyway and launches a ray of frost at the first goblin he sees, but the foe is nimble and doges the blast.
The goblin that Valaith hit staggers backwards from the force of the impact, spitting up blood onto the floor. Reflexively, it draws and looses an arrows at her, but the iron point merely glances off of her shining breastplate. Quickly, its allies rush in, stabbing at the towering Goliath with sharp blades and attempting to swarm her. Only one even gets close, its blade lodging in the side of her boot with a jolt that costs her her balance for a moment.
Out the back of Ringrut's tavern, the single remaining hobgoblin looks on in shock as its comrade and captain are slain before it can even react. Its training kicks in and it cautiously withdraws back inside the building, kicking the door closed, before turning and running further inside.
Dorno runs forward, keen to help the 'big lady', and wacks the topmost goblin hard with his staff, driving it back.
Still lurking in the shadows, Seid thrusts his arm out once more as he speaks the arcane words... flames lick up his fingers and streak out with a quiet rush. The small bolt of bluish flame slams into the face of the wounded goblin and incinerates the creature’s face, leaving it a blackened, smoldering hole... Valaith looks over her should to Seid who nods and she shares a terrible, grim smile that sends a slight chill down his spine.
Jex leaps over Hurrig's shoulder, snatching his bow as he rolls over. "Coming through". He pulls an arrow over his shoulder as the bow comes up, loosing it as an extension of the single motion. It hits the hobgoblin square in the shoulder, winding him. He immediately spins aside to make way for the oncoming charge of his companions.
Thurston appears in the corridor as soon as Jex gets out of the way. In fact Jex thinks that he had stomped over him if he hadn't moved.
The paladin charges forward, towards the hobgoblin and he pushes him with his shoulder. A wall stops his movement, and the Norscan feels the blade of the goblinoid hitting him in one side. Giving thanks to the skill of the elven smiths, Thurston realizes that there are two doors. He pushes the hobglin to one side and launches himself towards the right one, thinking that if there is another exit it will be on the back of the building, for they hadn't see one in the front.
With a crack, the door opens and Thurston movement is stopped by the gasps and afraid glances of some women and children. He turns back and growls at the hobgoblin.
" You... coward..." he says hoarsely for the anger. He grabs his warhammer and stays in the frame of the door, between the hobgoblin and the women and children.
A dwarf rushed across Ringrut's floor. It was a bit bittersweet, actually. In all the years, he'd never seen the place so open. The tables were all pushed against the walls but he almost instinctively ducked around crowds and tables from habit. Rushing the front door, Bründir leaned out to see the melee in the streets, "Good! Ye're alr'dy handlin' th' door guards. Come inside fer drinks when yer done!"
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As the goblins rush in Vark continues his magic assault. He charges toward the same one he'd targeted before, this time with an outstretched hand crackling with lightning. The magic pulses through the creature's form with numbing pain, and Vark retreats backwards as it is unable to retaliate with its numb limbs.
Hurrig gives chase, slamming open the back door to Ringrut's tavern and throwing himself right around the corner like a furious dwarven bowling ball. He sees the hobgoblin ahead of him at the foot of the stairs and calls down Moradin's fire to smite it, but it's too fast and leaps out of the way of the bolt of holy fire.
Val brings her maul around in a wide arc, smashing yet another goblin's head from its shoulders and gritting her teeth against the pain wracking her mid riff. Even as she does so, black lightning crackles up the haft of her weapon driving her to fight on.
Seeing half their number fall in short order, the two remaining goblins on the street outside both run for help. They head in opposite directions screaming hysterically as they go.
Downstairs, the hobgoblin grins wickedly back at Thurston and opens the opposite door. He is not, however, expecting the stoutly-built middle-aged dwarven woman stood behind it and armed with a frying pan. With a powerful swing she clocks the orange-skinned goblin in a sideways swipe across the face, before grasping his sword hand by the wrist, twisting it behind his back and thwacking him once more on top of the head for good measure. The hobgoblin slumps unconscious to the ground with a soft thump.
"Took y'long enough!" She harumphs at Thurston, fiery red braids jiggling from the exertion.
Outside, Dorno sees the retreating goblins, and gathers a handful of small rocks from the side of the street. He tosses one after the one headed north, but the stone just clatters off of the paving.
As the goblins begin to scatter, Seid steps out once more speaks the arcane words beneath his breath as the bright blue flames curls up his fingers before streaking down the street and slamming into the fleeing goblin! The bolt strikes him in the shoulder and burns the skin slightly before bouncing off before any serious damage could be done. "Quickly now, we must end this threat!"
The startling voice from the basement rang through Ringrut's and shook Bründir to his core. Rushing across the common room and to the stairs, he was blind to any other concern in the world...until the cookware nearly hit him from below.
"Where've ye been, ye damn idjit?! Been holed up 'ere fer feels like a month, an' ye feel it right jus' stormin' in like th' damn wind? Ye know th' whole damn town's crawlin' an' fit to kill each of ye? An' how'd ye even get in shy an army?"
Bründir simply stands dumbfounded, trying to piece together some garbled explanation of events since they left. All he manages though is a slur of disconnected mentions of elves, cults, and bandits. During his rambling, the dwarf woman finally approaches and squeezes him in a big hug before stopping his senseless story. "I am glad yer safe. An' if ye ever leave ag'in without sayin' goodbye, I'll gut, bleed, an' string ye from the ravine myself." An unsettling smile never leaves her face...
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Thurston looks amazed how the hobgoblin falls to the rentless attack of the frying pan. Then he looks at the dwarf woman and mumbles.
"Ye..Yes Madam. Sorry Madam. We were.. I was... Sorry Madam" he repeats as he sees that the woman raises an eyebrow as he mumbles and lowers his eyes humbled and a little bit intimidated.
The great Norscan seems relieved when the woman goes upstairs and talks to his son.
Seeing the goblins fleeing faster than she can follow, Val quickly yanks out one of her trusty javelins before hurling it towards the same goblin Seid targeted; however, the awkward twist of her torso by throwing the javelin caused a fresh wave of agony to rip through her wounded intestines. Val gasps, grabbing her stomach as the javelin fell far too short...
Jex barely contains a s****** as the dwarven woman reprimands Brundir and his babbled response. The laugh bursts out though as Thurston struggles through an apology. He is still chuckling as he begins running out of the door down the street, still mocking as he goes. "Yes madam, sorry madam... Gold." As he gets onto the street he immediately sees one of the goblins running away, pulling up his bow he takes a shot, the arrow passes right through the running goblins back, protruding from his chest on the other side as it staggers on, clearly mortally wounded. Jex gives a wink to the dwarven woman standing impatiently in the window before running down the street in the opposite direction after the remaining goblin.
When it becomes apparent that neither Bründir nor Thurston is carrying a ranged weapon, Brynja just shakes her head and marches out into the street. Scooping up a goblin shortbow from one of the fallen, she raises it in front of her and draws, breathing steadily. With quick fingers she looses a pair of arrows at the retreating goblin. One knocks it so hard in the shoulder it spins around on the spot and the second takes it hard in the gut, making the little wretch squawk loudly.
The goblins scrabble desperately at their heavily bleeding wounds, but to no avail. The green-skin near Jex hobbles on for another thirty feet, before slumping to the ground in the middle of the road. The other makes it only a little further, before suffering the same fate.
"Have to be faster than that," Brynja quips at Jex with a grin, before tossing the goblin weapon aside and heading back indoors.
Beneath the cellar, the many women and children crammed into Ringrut's kitchen first look at Thurston fearfully. However, once they realise he is here to help, they come creeping out with grateful smiles.
"Bründir! Hurrig!" A little voice exclaims, when they finally reach the top of the stairs. A young human boy comes running out from amongst the crowd of freed prisoners and hugs the nearest dwarf tightly around the waist.
"Where did you go?" He demands indignantly. "They wouldn't let me fight!"
Seid lets out a sigh of relief now that the goblins are dead. “Quickly, remove their bodies and get under cover! Their screams would likely have drawn some attention.”
Val immediately scoops up two of the bodies and begins moving towards the building the others exited. She gives a nod of respect to the dwarven woman that just appeared. “You must be in charge of the warriors here. I have seen few with such skills in this town.”
Valaith visibly flinches at all the racket and sighs as the goblin start coming across to investigate. She looks at her friends with a smile and shrugs before she gives into the icy rage before rushing across the road towards a nearby goblin. She brings her Maul in an upward swing into the creature’s torso with tremendous force! She feels the satisfying crunch of bones breaking beneath her assault!
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"Don' crack a keg if ye're not gon' drink, Hurrig!" Bründir rushes past his friend into the fray, thirsty for action, and maybe some other things inside Ringrut's. As the second hobgoblin struggles against Thurston, the dwarf sweeps around its rear and slams its knee with a shield's edge. The leg buckles and throws the hobgoblin off balance. Bründir's sword comes up to meet it and drives deep into its back, "Hurrig! We've done most of the work! I know where Ringrut keeps 'is good reserve if ye can drop this one!"
(Bonus Action: Inspiration die for Hurrig)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Vark's face turns to panic as he hears the commotion up ahead, but is relieved to see it's only a handful of goblins. "We can take this, we can take this." he says mostly to himself, as reassurance. Quickly he steps out of the alleyway and launches a ray of frost at the first goblin he sees, but the foe is nimble and doges the blast.
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The goblin that Valaith hit staggers backwards from the force of the impact, spitting up blood onto the floor. Reflexively, it draws and looses an arrows at her, but the iron point merely glances off of her shining breastplate. Quickly, its allies rush in, stabbing at the towering Goliath with sharp blades and attempting to swarm her. Only one even gets close, its blade lodging in the side of her boot with a jolt that costs her her balance for a moment.
Out the back of Ringrut's tavern, the single remaining hobgoblin looks on in shock as its comrade and captain are slain before it can even react. Its training kicks in and it cautiously withdraws back inside the building, kicking the door closed, before turning and running further inside.
Dorno runs forward, keen to help the 'big lady', and wacks the topmost goblin hard with his staff, driving it back.
Seid's action
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Still lurking in the shadows, Seid thrusts his arm out once more as he speaks the arcane words... flames lick up his fingers and streak out with a quiet rush. The small bolt of bluish flame slams into the face of the wounded goblin and incinerates the creature’s face, leaving it a blackened, smoldering hole... Valaith looks over her should to Seid who nods and she shares a terrible, grim smile that sends a slight chill down his spine.
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Jex leaps over Hurrig's shoulder, snatching his bow as he rolls over. "Coming through". He pulls an arrow over his shoulder as the bow comes up, loosing it as an extension of the single motion. It hits the hobgoblin square in the shoulder, winding him. He immediately spins aside to make way for the oncoming charge of his companions.
Thurston appears in the corridor as soon as Jex gets out of the way. In fact Jex thinks that he had stomped over him if he hadn't moved.
The paladin charges forward, towards the hobgoblin and he pushes him with his shoulder. A wall stops his movement, and the Norscan feels the blade of the goblinoid hitting him in one side. Giving thanks to the skill of the elven smiths, Thurston realizes that there are two doors. He pushes the hobglin to one side and launches himself towards the right one, thinking that if there is another exit it will be on the back of the building, for they hadn't see one in the front.
With a crack, the door opens and Thurston movement is stopped by the gasps and afraid glances of some women and children. He turns back and growls at the hobgoblin.
" You... coward..." he says hoarsely for the anger. He grabs his warhammer and stays in the frame of the door, between the hobgoblin and the women and children.
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A dwarf rushed across Ringrut's floor. It was a bit bittersweet, actually. In all the years, he'd never seen the place so open. The tables were all pushed against the walls but he almost instinctively ducked around crowds and tables from habit. Rushing the front door, Bründir leaned out to see the melee in the streets, "Good! Ye're alr'dy handlin' th' door guards. Come inside fer drinks when yer done!"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As the goblins rush in Vark continues his magic assault. He charges toward the same one he'd targeted before, this time with an outstretched hand crackling with lightning. The magic pulses through the creature's form with numbing pain, and Vark retreats backwards as it is unable to retaliate with its numb limbs.
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Hurrig gives chase, slamming open the back door to Ringrut's tavern and throwing himself right around the corner like a furious dwarven bowling ball. He sees the hobgoblin ahead of him at the foot of the stairs and calls down Moradin's fire to smite it, but it's too fast and leaps out of the way of the bolt of holy fire.
Val brings her maul around in a wide arc, smashing yet another goblin's head from its shoulders and gritting her teeth against the pain wracking her mid riff. Even as she does so, black lightning crackles up the haft of her weapon driving her to fight on.
Seeing half their number fall in short order, the two remaining goblins on the street outside both run for help. They head in opposite directions screaming hysterically as they go.
Downstairs, the hobgoblin grins wickedly back at Thurston and opens the opposite door. He is not, however, expecting the stoutly-built middle-aged dwarven woman stood behind it and armed with a frying pan. With a powerful swing she clocks the orange-skinned goblin in a sideways swipe across the face, before grasping his sword hand by the wrist, twisting it behind his back and thwacking him once more on top of the head for good measure. The hobgoblin slumps unconscious to the ground with a soft thump.
"Took y'long enough!" She harumphs at Thurston, fiery red braids jiggling from the exertion.
Outside, Dorno sees the retreating goblins, and gathers a handful of small rocks from the side of the street. He tosses one after the one headed north, but the stone just clatters off of the paving.
Seid's action.
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As the goblins begin to scatter, Seid steps out once more speaks the arcane words beneath his breath as the bright blue flames curls up his fingers before streaking down the street and slamming into the fleeing goblin! The bolt strikes him in the shoulder and burns the skin slightly before bouncing off before any serious damage could be done. "Quickly now, we must end this threat!"
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
The startling voice from the basement rang through Ringrut's and shook Bründir to his core. Rushing across the common room and to the stairs, he was blind to any other concern in the world...until the cookware nearly hit him from below.
"Where've ye been, ye damn idjit?! Been holed up 'ere fer feels like a month, an' ye feel it right jus' stormin' in like th' damn wind? Ye know th' whole damn town's crawlin' an' fit to kill each of ye? An' how'd ye even get in shy an army?"
Bründir simply stands dumbfounded, trying to piece together some garbled explanation of events since they left. All he manages though is a slur of disconnected mentions of elves, cults, and bandits. During his rambling, the dwarf woman finally approaches and squeezes him in a big hug before stopping his senseless story. "I am glad yer safe. An' if ye ever leave ag'in without sayin' goodbye, I'll gut, bleed, an' string ye from the ravine myself." An unsettling smile never leaves her face...
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Thurston looks amazed how the hobgoblin falls to the rentless attack of the frying pan. Then he looks at the dwarf woman and mumbles.
"Ye..Yes Madam. Sorry Madam. We were.. I was... Sorry Madam" he repeats as he sees that the woman raises an eyebrow as he mumbles and lowers his eyes humbled and a little bit intimidated.
The great Norscan seems relieved when the woman goes upstairs and talks to his son.
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Coming up the stairs, Brynja nods out the window towards the street.
"Ye've got a runner there, lad. Anyone got a bow handy?"
She holds out a hand expectantly, tapping her foot while she waits.
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Seeing the goblins fleeing faster than she can follow, Val quickly yanks out one of her trusty javelins before hurling it towards the same goblin Seid targeted; however, the awkward twist of her torso by throwing the javelin caused a fresh wave of agony to rip through her wounded intestines. Val gasps, grabbing her stomach as the javelin fell far too short...
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Jex barely contains a s****** as the dwarven woman reprimands Brundir and his babbled response. The laugh bursts out though as Thurston struggles through an apology. He is still chuckling as he begins running out of the door down the street, still mocking as he goes. "Yes madam, sorry madam... Gold." As he gets onto the street he immediately sees one of the goblins running away, pulling up his bow he takes a shot, the arrow passes right through the running goblins back, protruding from his chest on the other side as it staggers on, clearly mortally wounded. Jex gives a wink to the dwarven woman standing impatiently in the window before running down the street in the opposite direction after the remaining goblin.
When it becomes apparent that neither Bründir nor Thurston is carrying a ranged weapon, Brynja just shakes her head and marches out into the street. Scooping up a goblin shortbow from one of the fallen, she raises it in front of her and draws, breathing steadily. With quick fingers she looses a pair of arrows at the retreating goblin. One knocks it so hard in the shoulder it spins around on the spot and the second takes it hard in the gut, making the little wretch squawk loudly.
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Thurston turns and makes sure that the other people are ok. And he secures the hobgoblin that is at the bottom of the stair.
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The goblins scrabble desperately at their heavily bleeding wounds, but to no avail. The green-skin near Jex hobbles on for another thirty feet, before slumping to the ground in the middle of the road. The other makes it only a little further, before suffering the same fate.
"Have to be faster than that," Brynja quips at Jex with a grin, before tossing the goblin weapon aside and heading back indoors.
Beneath the cellar, the many women and children crammed into Ringrut's kitchen first look at Thurston fearfully. However, once they realise he is here to help, they come creeping out with grateful smiles.
"Bründir! Hurrig!" A little voice exclaims, when they finally reach the top of the stairs. A young human boy comes running out from amongst the crowd of freed prisoners and hugs the nearest dwarf tightly around the waist.
"Where did you go?" He demands indignantly. "They wouldn't let me fight!"
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The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Seid lets out a sigh of relief now that the goblins are dead. “Quickly, remove their bodies and get under cover! Their screams would likely have drawn some attention.”
Val immediately scoops up two of the bodies and begins moving towards the building the others exited. She gives a nod of respect to the dwarven woman that just appeared. “You must be in charge of the warriors here. I have seen few with such skills in this town.”
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden