Grasping two arrows, Fjolnir looses them at the two most adjacent goblins. "Goblins! Take positions! Hob, if you've got any clout with these fellas, tell 'em we stand between them and their being dragon manure."
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Fjolnir and Dustfinger whip around and fire 3 arrows between them, and 2 hidden goblins go down, another is hurt. A total of 3 goblins reveal themselves, all that remains of what is probably a scouting party. They clang swords against their shields and hiss and screech in a chaotic cacophony of intimidation.
The pounding of hooves is heard behind them, and before anyone can react, a large beast with antlers and an armored rider burst through the bushes. Attack: 14 Damage: 4 Attack: 17 Damage: 4
The beast charges and gores one of the goblins, running it through and then slamming it on the ground with a triumphant bleat.
The rider slashes at the already injured goblin and does more damage. It looks rough. He says, "Foul creatures. Practice for the dragon, yes?" Sildar smiles at the party. "You have a hobgoblin?"
Only 2 goblins remain, 1 is at 1 HP. They are both close enough to get into melee if you want.
Initiative: Dustfinger Fjolnir Dirk Goblins (2) 7HP & 1HP Az Emberi & Hymir & Sildar Absinthe
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Dustfinger swashbuckles around the battlefield without attracting attacks of opportunity, and kills one of the goblins.
Fjolnir brings the other goblin within an inch of his life.
Dirk shrugs and looks around, "Was that it?" He fires his crossbow at the weak little thing. 6 The dart sinks into its chest and he falls with a squeal.
Combat is over. (If you want to do any RP or finalizing the plan for the dragon fight, now is the time. During the fight, you'll only be able to say short sentences on your turns.)
I dont look up from the hobgoblin the whole time from start to finish I only stare at the hobgoblin with thoughts that he is going to try and kill me once he gets the magic sword but it's all part of my plan...
Fjolnir wipes his blades and returns them, and walks over to the cart and begins drawing a rough map from memory of walking Thundertree before. "Glad you made it back, the both of you!" He continues drawing... "We're on our final approach... we might best make final preparations."
Dirk lets his balls hang out. Little known fact, this is how we prepare for a fight of our life.
Probably, no definitely making that up.
I don't know guys. balls still out. I'll take Venomfang's attention, with some bullshit. Glaring at our prisoner, looking for a response. If our friend here does his job, grabs the sword, takes a shot. He can run away at his leisure... or stay and take a cut of the loot. We wont have to hunt you down and torture you to death if you at least do the minimum here. However this plays out, it wont be pretty.
"No, it won't be. As I said, I should be dead already. Your mercy allows me to fight one more time. I am worthless to the Cragmaw Clan as a defeated warrior, but if I slay a dragon, I could become king."
Sildar chimes in, "I know the sword was promised to this... savage, but I think I could utilize it better in combat. As you've seen, I am not very good with my crossbow, but give me a sword and I will give you dragon meat. I will relinquish the weapon back to it... if we survive."
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-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
I apologize Sildar, but I"m sorry Sildar, we keep our word. Just do yourself a favor and don't die. The sword goes to.... alright, what is your name. If we name you, we have to keep you safe from harm.
I don't want to die here, I didn't even want to be out here.... but here I am. Now look, some of us may not make it through this, hell, we could all die. I plan to at least make it clear to the dragon that it WILL die. It's course of actions invariably leads to it's death, preferably by our hands in this case. Prepare to die, prepare to mourn.... prepare to make good on all the promises I'm about to make.
"I would have prefered the sword in the hands of our trusted companion but if thats the deal made for (hobgob name) then that's what we need to adhere to. He's walking into the den unarmed he needs a weapon and that one is closer to him. Unless Sidlar you want to give him your sword now and hope we can get Talon when melee begins."
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Okay so dirk you go in i'll mage hand you the sword and you give it to our Hobgoblin acquaintance (i use his name if he gives it) he will have his shield and you will take it from there, Ranged attackers make sure you have full cover, oh and dirk reach for the mage hand as it brings you the sword so it seems like you are controlling it. and be safe in there.
in abyssal and sylvan i try and whisper so nobody notices to dirk and Az Emberi
but in case i have a different language Deception 1
okay try and bait out at least 1 breath attack hopefully you can get 2 or more
We haven't spoken much, but if I die here... which... seems pretty ******* real. Take this feather. It means everything to me, and if you meet an Arakocra matching it. Tell her I'm sorry I didn't pursue her like I should have.
Fjolnir nods and does so, patting Dirk on the shoulder. "Its all borrowed time anyway pal- still should I fall, do the same for me. Pull the wood cloak pin off my neck- it goes to a painted faced barkeep at an inn along the Evermoor. Just tell her its from the 'Sunlit Dew' and that its owners will be coming for her."
"Zhermong, the Fist. If I survive this fight I will have the best chance at taking the place of King Grol and becoming Warlord. If you allow me passage after combat, I will rule with iron order. I will break from the employ of the Black Spider. I will tell my men that you are not to be assaulted. Safe passage in exchange for safe passage. You will find no trouble with the Cragmaw, lest you look for it yourself." He bows his head to the party.
Dustfinger draws an arrow and nocks it, looking to ping the nearest goblin.
Attack 17 Damage 8 + Sneak Attack 7
Initiative for later 16
Grasping two arrows, Fjolnir looses them at the two most adjacent goblins. "Goblins! Take positions! Hob, if you've got any clout with these fellas, tell 'em we stand between them and their being dragon manure."
Att 7 Dmg 5
Att 26 Dmg 8 [if hordebreaker is viable]
Initiative:
Fjolnir: 16
Absinthe: 4
Dirk: 12
Hymir: 6
Goblins: 9
6
6
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Fjolnir and Dustfinger whip around and fire 3 arrows between them, and 2 hidden goblins go down, another is hurt. A total of 3 goblins reveal themselves, all that remains of what is probably a scouting party. They clang swords against their shields and hiss and screech in a chaotic cacophony of intimidation.
The pounding of hooves is heard behind them, and before anyone can react, a large beast with antlers and an armored rider burst through the bushes.
Attack: 14 Damage: 4
Attack: 17 Damage: 4
The beast charges and gores one of the goblins, running it through and then slamming it on the ground with a triumphant bleat.
The rider slashes at the already injured goblin and does more damage. It looks rough. He says, "Foul creatures. Practice for the dragon, yes?" Sildar smiles at the party. "You have a hobgoblin?"
Only 2 goblins remain, 1 is at 1 HP. They are both close enough to get into melee if you want.
Initiative:
Dustfinger
Fjolnir
Dirk
Goblins (2) 7HP & 1HP
Az Emberi & Hymir & Sildar
Absinthe
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Dustfinger whips out both his swords and moves up to the healthier goblin for a swing with one sword.
Attack 9 Damage 3 + Sneak Attack 5
Then he bounces over to the other goblin, who is ten feet away from the first one, to swing with his other sword.
Attack 21 Damage 8
Fjolnir draws his scimitar and axe, rushes over to the remaining goblin, and slashes and back-hands with the blunt end of the axe...
Att 22 Dmg 6
Att 11 Dmg 2
Dustfinger swashbuckles around the battlefield without attracting attacks of opportunity, and kills one of the goblins.
Fjolnir brings the other goblin within an inch of his life.
Dirk shrugs and looks around, "Was that it?" He fires his crossbow at the weak little thing. 6 The dart sinks into its chest and he falls with a squeal.
Combat is over. (If you want to do any RP or finalizing the plan for the dragon fight, now is the time. During the fight, you'll only be able to say short sentences on your turns.)
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
I dont look up from the hobgoblin the whole time from start to finish I only stare at the hobgoblin with thoughts that he is going to try and kill me once he gets the magic sword but it's all part of my plan...
Chronomancy!!!
Fjolnir wipes his blades and returns them, and walks over to the cart and begins drawing a rough map from memory of walking Thundertree before. "Glad you made it back, the both of you!" He continues drawing... "We're on our final approach... we might best make final preparations."
We need to hit it with everything we can. If i'm going to light him up, we would do well to avoid immediate melee combat.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
You all continue to Thundertree and make it not too long before sundown. You still have an hour or so before dusk.
Thundertree is eerily quiet.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Dirk lets his balls hang out. Little known fact, this is how we prepare for a fight of our life.
Probably, no definitely making that up.
I don't know guys. balls still out. I'll take Venomfang's attention, with some bullshit. Glaring at our prisoner, looking for a response. If our friend here does his job, grabs the sword, takes a shot. He can run away at his leisure... or stay and take a cut of the loot. We wont have to hunt you down and torture you to death if you at least do the minimum here. However this plays out, it wont be pretty.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
"No, it won't be. As I said, I should be dead already. Your mercy allows me to fight one more time. I am worthless to the Cragmaw Clan as a defeated warrior, but if I slay a dragon, I could become king."
Sildar chimes in, "I know the sword was promised to this... savage, but I think I could utilize it better in combat. As you've seen, I am not very good with my crossbow, but give me a sword and I will give you dragon meat. I will relinquish the weapon back to it... if we survive."
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
I apologize Sildar, but I"m sorry Sildar, we keep our word. Just do yourself a favor and don't die. The sword goes to.... alright, what is your name. If we name you, we have to keep you safe from harm.
I don't want to die here, I didn't even want to be out here.... but here I am. Now look, some of us may not make it through this, hell, we could all die. I plan to at least make it clear to the dragon that it WILL die. It's course of actions invariably leads to it's death, preferably by our hands in this case. Prepare to die, prepare to mourn.... prepare to make good on all the promises I'm about to make.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
"I would have prefered the sword in the hands of our trusted companion but if thats the deal made for (hobgob name) then that's what we need to adhere to. He's walking into the den unarmed he needs a weapon and that one is closer to him. Unless Sidlar you want to give him your sword now and hope we can get Talon when melee begins."
Okay so dirk you go in i'll mage hand you the sword and you give it to our Hobgoblin acquaintance (i use his name if he gives it) he will have his shield and you will take it from there, Ranged attackers make sure you have full cover, oh and dirk reach for the mage hand as it brings you the sword so it seems like you are controlling it. and be safe in there.
in abyssal and sylvan i try and whisper so nobody notices to dirk and Az Emberi
but in case i have a different language Deception 1
okay try and bait out at least 1 breath attack hopefully you can get 2 or more
Chronomancy!!!
To Fjolnir
We haven't spoken much, but if I die here... which... seems pretty ******* real. Take this feather. It means everything to me, and if you meet an Arakocra matching it. Tell her I'm sorry I didn't pursue her like I should have.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Fjolnir nods and does so, patting Dirk on the shoulder. "Its all borrowed time anyway pal- still should I fall, do the same for me. Pull the wood cloak pin off my neck- it goes to a painted faced barkeep at an inn along the Evermoor. Just tell her its from the 'Sunlit Dew' and that its owners will be coming for her."
"Zhermong, the Fist. If I survive this fight I will have the best chance at taking the place of King Grol and becoming Warlord. If you allow me passage after combat, I will rule with iron order. I will break from the employ of the Black Spider. I will tell my men that you are not to be assaulted. Safe passage in exchange for safe passage. You will find no trouble with the Cragmaw, lest you look for it yourself." He bows his head to the party.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Acknowledged I hope this works out for all of us, and with everything you have gone through you will make a fierce king.
Chronomancy!!!