Finally spotting an opening in the Hobgoblin's armor Marley strikes. The Rapier slips in between two joins in its side and the Hobgoblin starts coughing up blood before slumping over dead.
Sam runs over to the Big Goblin standing on the wagon and thrusts catching the goblin in the shoulder. (Fails str save) it drops the chest.
Micky watching the fight sees the last Hobgoblin go down and runs over to Maziara. He pulls one of his homemade Biscits our and stuffs them in Maziara's mouth. (Reskined good berry) he then works Maziara's jaw and rinses it down with some water from his water skin.
Maziara eyes flutter open then manages to get up. Expressing his gratitude he stumbles over to the side of the wagon and cast his spell.
BG fails. The force sends the wagon, the goblin and the chest flying a few feet. The goblin lands flat on its back prone.
Sam gives Maziara a look that says a bit close ya think
Crunchface still to move. (Sorry for skipping you I'll edit you in)
Crunchface gives a horrendous orcish roar and charges towards the (hobgoblin?), lifts the staff above his head, and slams the end into the enemies throat. As the enemy staggers back, he steps into close quarters and grabs it by the collar, then bites its jugular vein with his large tusks, then trips the limp, bleeding body.
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If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Crunchface cheers along with the rest, then proceeds to give these enemies the same treatment he gave the ones earlier: he grasps them by the hair, then takes his mace or staff and smashes in the eyes and area between to form one large hole.
ooc-I PROMISE that this isn’t why he’s named Crunchface.
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If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
DM: Marley with the highest passive investigation you notice the Big Goblin's scimitar is a well crafted blade. There is also a potion handing from its belt.
Micky walks over to the party.
Micky: wow that fight was crazy. Hopefully that's the last of them. I wonder what's in that chest.
Before any move can be made towards the chest the Caravan Master is on it. With the help of two guards he rights the wagon and places it back inside.
Caravan Master: Everyone back to your watch, the Night is not over yet.
He points to one of his guards.
Tend to the wounded, let me know how many we have left who can fight.
The party walks back over to their wagon flipping it back into position then tend to their wounds. The rest if the night passes smoothly to the sound of crows gather on the edge of the darkness ready for their feast.
DM" Long rest Everyone.
The sun rises on a new day. There is the smell of fresh bread and coffee in the air as the camp comes to life.
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Marley breathes a huge sigh of relief once the battle is over, joining in with the cheers. He shows the scimitar and potion to the rest of the group, and does a thorough search of all the dead goblins and hobgoblins before heading to bed.
Investigation:4
He's up early in the morning packing and organizing his gear, then joins Sam in heading over for coffee and bread.
Maziara rises to the smell of bread. His body feels much better after a good nights rest free of any further goblin interruptions. He follows his nose to the bread and grabs a cup of coffee. He notices Sam.
"Morning Sam!" He says cheerfully before looking toward the ground a bit sheepish. "Hey.. uh.. I'm sorry about my spell getting a bit close to you the other day. I wouldn't have cast it if I thought it would be so close. I'll be more mindful in the future." He puts a hand behind his head, rubbing his neck. He hopes he hasn't offended this ally.
He sits with Sam and waits for the rest of the party to join.
"Well we did it," Marley says talking with his mouth full of bread. "We saved the chest. Nice work, nice work... close call eh?" He gulps down half his cup of coffee. "Good bread, Micky... delicious."
"Nice work is an understatement!" Maziara gleams. "I will be telling stories about this for years to come. But..." He smiles sheepishly, "I may leave out the part of me getting knocked out."
Marley laughs and raises his coffee mug in toast to Maziara. "I do wonder what's in there though," he frowns. "Ah well, not for us to know," he continues, not sounding very convincing.
Maziara looks toward the road ahead. “Perhaps we’ll get some answers when we reach Norrend. I’m sure we ought to be hitting the road soon. Hopefully put some distance between us and these retched goblins.” Maziara finishes off his coffee and bread before standing and gathering his belongings for the travels ahead.
"Morning Maziara" he says with a raise of his coffee cup "No worries on the near miss." He pulls up his shirt to expose an old wound. "A friend did this to me when his bow limb broke and I took the arrow instead of the goblin."
Master: You lot did well last night. I'm going to keep you in the rear. We will descend the summit and pass through the Timber Belt. Tonight we make camp at Timber Lake.
Finally spotting an opening in the Hobgoblin's armor Marley strikes. The Rapier slips in between two joins in its side and the Hobgoblin starts coughing up blood before slumping over dead.
Sam runs over to the Big Goblin standing on the wagon and thrusts catching the goblin in the shoulder. (Fails str save) it drops the chest.
Micky watching the fight sees the last Hobgoblin go down and runs over to Maziara. He pulls one of his homemade Biscits our and stuffs them in Maziara's mouth. (Reskined good berry) he then works Maziara's jaw and rinses it down with some water from his water skin.
Maziara eyes flutter open then manages to get up. Expressing his gratitude he stumbles over to the side of the wagon and cast his spell.
BG fails. The force sends the wagon, the goblin and the chest flying a few feet. The goblin lands flat on its back prone.
Sam gives Maziara a look that says a bit close ya think
Crunchface still to move. (Sorry for skipping you I'll edit you in)
Crunchface runs to the closest living enemy and bonks it with his staff : Attack: 22 Damage: 5
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Edited ( bad math) 5 damage was the exact amount needed
Crunchface how to you finish off yalls first Mini boss?
Crunchface gives a horrendous orcish roar and charges towards the (hobgoblin?), lifts the staff above his head, and slams the end into the enemies throat. As the enemy staggers back, he steps into close quarters and grabs it by the collar, then bites its jugular vein with his large tusks, then trips the limp, bleeding body.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Crunchface stands with the blood of the big goblin all over him.
There is a cheer in the camp.
End of combat
Crunchface cheers along with the rest, then proceeds to give these enemies the same treatment he gave the ones earlier: he grasps them by the hair, then takes his mace or staff and smashes in the eyes and area between to form one large hole.
ooc-I PROMISE that this isn’t why he’s named Crunchface.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
(OOC: ha thats what micky thinks)
DM: Marley with the highest passive investigation you notice the Big Goblin's scimitar is a well crafted blade. There is also a potion handing from its belt.
Micky walks over to the party.
Micky: wow that fight was crazy. Hopefully that's the last of them. I wonder what's in that chest.
Before any move can be made towards the chest the Caravan Master is on it. With the help of two guards he rights the wagon and places it back inside.
Caravan Master: Everyone back to your watch, the Night is not over yet.
He points to one of his guards.
Tend to the wounded, let me know how many we have left who can fight.
The party walks back over to their wagon flipping it back into position then tend to their wounds. The rest if the night passes smoothly to the sound of crows gather on the edge of the darkness ready for their feast.
DM" Long rest Everyone.
The sun rises on a new day. There is the smell of fresh bread and coffee in the air as the camp comes to life.
Sam wakes feeling much better and walks over for a cup of coffee and some bread.
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Marley breathes a huge sigh of relief once the battle is over, joining in with the cheers. He shows the scimitar and potion to the rest of the group, and does a thorough search of all the dead goblins and hobgoblins before heading to bed.
Investigation: 4
He's up early in the morning packing and organizing his gear, then joins Sam in heading over for coffee and bread.
(Natural 20)
As Crunchface as wakes up the next morning, his lunar embodiment is changed to the Full Moon.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
With a Nat 20 besides the well made scimitar and unknown potion you find 1 gold 8 silver and 4 copper
Maziara rises to the smell of bread. His body feels much better after a good nights rest free of any further goblin interruptions. He follows his nose to the bread and grabs a cup of coffee. He notices Sam.
"Morning Sam!" He says cheerfully before looking toward the ground a bit sheepish. "Hey.. uh.. I'm sorry about my spell getting a bit close to you the other day. I wouldn't have cast it if I thought it would be so close. I'll be more mindful in the future." He puts a hand behind his head, rubbing his neck. He hopes he hasn't offended this ally.
He sits with Sam and waits for the rest of the party to join.
"Well we did it," Marley says talking with his mouth full of bread. "We saved the chest. Nice work, nice work... close call eh?" He gulps down half his cup of coffee. "Good bread, Micky... delicious."
"Nice work is an understatement!" Maziara gleams. "I will be telling stories about this for years to come. But..." He smiles sheepishly, "I may leave out the part of me getting knocked out."
Crunchface chuckles a bit at that. “Yes…nice work all.”
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Marley laughs and raises his coffee mug in toast to Maziara. "I do wonder what's in there though," he frowns. "Ah well, not for us to know," he continues, not sounding very convincing.
Maziara looks toward the road ahead. “Perhaps we’ll get some answers when we reach Norrend. I’m sure we ought to be hitting the road soon. Hopefully put some distance between us and these retched goblins.” Maziara finishes off his coffee and bread before standing and gathering his belongings for the travels ahead.
"Morning Maziara" he says with a raise of his coffee cup "No worries on the near miss." He pulls up his shirt to expose an old wound. "A friend did this to me when his bow limb broke and I took the arrow instead of the goblin."
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The caravan master strolls up.
Master: You lot did well last night. I'm going to keep you in the rear. We will descend the summit and pass through the Timber Belt. Tonight we make camp at Timber Lake.
Crunchface chews a bit of food and raises an eyebrow.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.