As the second goblin strides from the tent to check on it's fellow, Jex strides forward behind it again, pushing his blade through the back of its neck. This time he lets it drop where it stands. "Sorry, did I interrupt your alone time?" 

"Two" He flips a dagger in his second hand, moving silently along the side of the tent until he can just see one of the campfire goblins. He spins and throws the dagger in his left hand, it is the edge of where he can accurately throw a dagger, but he takes the goblin squarely in the back, the knife sinking deep. It sways a little, gasping for air.

"Three pending. Now send your friends." 

Just then, Jex leaps back to shield his eyes from the sudden flash of light as a torrent of flame leaps past the end of his tent, engulfing the goblins. The one he hit somehow leaps back out of the flames, but is so winded by the effort that the dagger in his lungs prevents him regaining his breath. 

"Can they do nothing subtly?" He looks on as goblin screams fill the air and the smell of burning flesh spreads through the camp. The scene of horror stirring little within him. Better hurry up.

Valaith shrugs as the bugbear stands there in a terrified stupor as it is assailed by Hurrig's magics as she watches him rushing up to join the battle. She hefts Rook swinging it into a horizontal blow aimed at the creature's head! It connects with a tremendous crack and a crunch as half of its skull is crushed in, leaving the bugbear stumbling around, stunned and holding its head as pinkish, yellow fluid begins to ooze from it's ears and nose.... She looks up to see just how far off the others are before shouting to them. "Get ready for the next wave!" She points towards where the large creatures were congregating. "I'm going to save Vark from himself!" Before she and Larkin rush off towards where Vark just placed himself next to five very angry, burnt goblins. "Can't win a wager if you're dead." She says as she comes to stand next to Vark. "But I do like this new you." An errant breeze seems to blow her thick hair around to frame her face in just the right way...

All the commotion, and all of it sounded like scared goblins. Brundir rushed forward, banging on Thurston's backplate as he passed, and caught up to Hurrig, "Come on! If we don' hurry, there'll be nothing left for us."

(Heroism, lvl 2, on Thurston and Brundir)

Hurrig charges up to the gates of the camp. One Bugbear guard left standing, thanks to Val and Vark, Hurrig sets his sights on him. Summoning his mighty mystical hammer, it slams into the Bugbear. Hitting it square in the chest. Following the spiritual weapon, Hurrig prays to Moradin, a burning anvil appears over the Bugbear and a hammer begins to strike it, it echoes throughout the camp, but only the Bugbear cries in pain as it’s ears ring in agony.

Seeing Brundir rush up past him, he looks at the dwarf, “I think they’ll be plenty but let us hurry none the less.” He turns to look at Thurston behind him. “Well come on! You’re falling behind! And don’t touch my bugbear!”

The bugbear struck by Valaith sways and staggers, blood streaming from its debilitating head wound as it struggles to process what has just happened to it.

The goblins around the campfire scream, shriek and squawk in a dozen colours of pain and surprise as Vark's fiery torrent engulfs all but one. The wounded immediately flee, clutching at their burns. Two pass out before they even make it around the corner and the third vanishes inside the nearby tent. Four more of the furious little wretches come scurrying out in return, swarming around Valaith and Vark as they stab and slash with their wicked little blades.

Valaith takes 2 slashing damage to wounds and 55 slashing damage to vigour, reduced to 27 by DR, reduced to 11 by resistance -> 61/72 Vigour, 16/18 Wounds, 2 Bleed
Vark takes 8 slashing damage to vigour, reduced to 5 by DR -> 28/33 Vigour

Two more goblins come charging out of the upper tent towards Jex, but one is caught by the assassin's caltrops and begins hopping about and cursing as it tries to pluck the nasty metal spikes from its foot. Distracted by this the thrust of the other's blade is poor, and Jex neatly dodges the strike.

Across the camp a bellowing roar signals the approach of the giants, who come charging around the corner towards Bründir, Hurrig and Thurston. Two bugbears also emerge from the tent to the right and hurl javelins at Hurrig, but the weapons only splinter and shatter against the bulwark of Karakaklad.

From the far end of the camp, more hobgoblins approach, two of them atop worgs. The hail Vark with arrows, but though the half-orc is buffeted by the impacts, his new armour protects him.

Vark takes 15 piercing damage to vigour, reduce to 7 by DR -> 21/33 Vigour

Thurston's action.

Jex sidesteps the attack against him nimbly. Much as he is used to striking from the shadows, the assassin is more than capable of holding his own toe to toe with an enemy. He wished Val was here to see him now. Carrying the momentum of his sidestep he draws the scimitar our back handed, making like he is going to strike immediately at the goblin with a single movement, he instead merely flips the scimitar around in a graceful arc rather than following through what would have been a flimsy attack. With all the grace of a cat, he strikes upwards at the arm of the goblin which had been thrust out to deflect a blow that never came. The sharpened steel of Hurrig's work makes light work of the flesh, bone and tattered rags, and for the second time in as many swings in anger, it has removed a goblin's arm. It's sword clatters to the floor and it screams in pain.

"Four" He doesn't care that he counted it early. The blow meant death, even if not today. There is a reason you don't see one armed goblins often.

He backs down the tent, looking for an opening in the fight between Vark and Val. He shakes his head. They should have waited. I could have halved the resistance here and got them in quietly together.

Hearing Hurrig’s words Thurston notices that he was trying to look how the others were doing. But the dwarf was right. He wanted to win but he would better focus on the fight and eliminate that threat to The Valley and the city. 
He presses on, aumenting his pace and gaining momentum towards the two giants that comes towards them. 

“Come and fight me you maggots!!” He screams to the string and the ogre as he runs directly towards them. When he is about to get into the ettin arms reach he ducks and slides below the giant legs. As he passes down the two-headed giant he swings up his hammer and a mix of sounds can be heard. The sound of thunder that accompanies the mighty warhammer reverberate on the ridge walls, but this time it comes with a cracking sound,like two nutshells crack under the strength of the norscan attack.

Both ettins heads howls of pain as the paladin slides below him and stands between the ogre and the Ettin. 
He yells hoping for the others to hear him.

“This one is mine!” 

Vark grins back at Val as she comes to battle beside him. He likes the new him too. There isn't much time to bask though, as he is greeted by the companions of the goblins he just barbecued. Path Maker weaves back and forth as he tries to defend from every angle. Jagged tips of swords jab at the sorcerer even as he deflects others. He still hungers for a good melee fight, but the sheer number of enemies surrounding him is overwhelming, and Val is right. Can't win if he's dead. Another crack of thunder and Vark is transposed, now looming atop the hay filled cart behind them. "I've got your back!" he shouts down to Val before unleashing two blasts of arcane force, one of which slams into the roughest looking goblin, likely cracking its little ribs. 

Brundir charges, bypassing Hurrig on the right, toward the ettin after Thurston, "Damnit, that's not fair! Ye got th' last big shit an' I got scraps." The dwarf had hoped flanking would give a clean shot at the meaty giant, but apparently two heads see more than anticipated. As he lunged for a kidney, a great arm swept around and knocked his blade aside. "Oi, Thurston, look! Two heads means it's a split fer each! Got one fer ye back 'ere too, Hurrig!" Brundir seems almost unhealthily happy at staring down two demi-giants blocking a gateway.

(Bonus Action: Bardic Inspiration for Thurston)

“That’s only sounds fair!” Replies Thurston “I was planning on counting this one as double, but I am a generous man. We can share...” the grin on Thurston face makes the dwarves ask themselves if he is really enjoying this 

Hurrig commands Moradins hammer to strike on of the fresh bugbear that have appeared from the tent. Making solid contact with the Bugbear, Hurrig turns his attention to the giant charging him. Normally unnerved by such a beast, the thought of Hurrigs parents flashes as a thought. Attempting to swing his axe he goes wide and misses the Ettin. “Aye ya big shit! I’ll get ya next time.” Hurrig prepares for the inevitable beating from the Ettin, ready to bolster his defense with Karakaklad.

Val roars in anger as the little buggers from rushing in from all sides, stabbing and slashing at her with their wicked little blades. She blocks nearly everyone of the weapons, except one that finds a chink in her defenses and the blade point pierces her thigh as blood oozes immediately from the puncture wound. She whirls Rook around wildly in a circle around her, forcing the goblins back for just a moment to give her an opening. She uses the momentum of the wild swing to carry Rook around and slams the heavy maul into the ribs of the goblin flanking Vark. The pitiful creature lets out a squeal of pain before the numerous shattered ribs are driven into its lungs, heart, and liver. The powerful blow throws the little vermin several feet to the ground, dead before it even strikes the stone. The blackened sparks pop and swirl down Rook as it feasts upon the life force of the wounded goblin, invigorating Valaith as the wound on her thigh is sealed by the healing magics of her weapon. "Come then, little ones and meet your death!"

The ettin bellows in anguish at the wound that Thurston has dealt it and lashes out with its oversized battleaxe in a broad arc that strikes both Hurrig and Bründir. However, the runes on Karakaklad flair bright blue, shielding Hurrig from the blow, and Bründir is protected by his elven armour, allowing both Dwarves to stand firm against the giant.

Bründir takes 3 slashing damage to vigour, reduced to 0 by DR.

The ettin's second head turns to focus on the Norscan who has caused it such pain, bringing a thick, spiked cudgel down in a huge overhead swing the sends Thurston staggering back.

Thurston takes 22 piercing damage to vigour, reduced to 15 by DR -> 43/55 Vigour.

The ogres behind the ettin follows suit, roaring in kind as it brings its greatclub down over its head in a blow that makes the ground shake!

Thurston takes 22 bludgeoning damage to vigour, reduced to 14 by DR -> 29/55 Vigour.

One of the bugbears comes rushing up besides the paladin, but its morningstar fails to penetrate Thurston's shining mithril armour.

Thurston takes 7 piercing damage to vigour, reduced to 0 by DR.

The goblins surrounding Val scurry and duck as they seek new positions, making room for their hobgoblin allies before they strike.

Valaith takes 24 slashing damage to vigour, reduced to 9 by DR, reduced to 4 by resistance -> 57/72 Vigour.

Mounted atop worgs, two hobgoblins come riding in. Their mounts snap and snarl digging their teeth deep into Val's legs as they drag her to the ground.

Valaith takes 2 piercing damage to wounds and 32 piercing damage to vigour, reduced to 24 by DR, reduced to 12 by resistance -> 45/72 Vigour, 16/18 Wounds.

The riders stab at the fallen goliath with military discipline and decision, drawing blood with their coordinated attacks.

Valaith takes 2 piercing damage to wounds and 40 piercing damage to vigour, reduced to 32 by DR, reduced to 16 by resistance -> 29/72 Vigour, 14/18 Wounds.

The other pair of hobgoblins hurry forwards loosing two more arrows at Vark, but the fragile shafts only bounce off of his armour.

Vark takes 5 piercing damage to vigour reduced to 0 by DR.

Meanwhile, the remaining bugbear clambers up the side of the haystack, swinging its morningstar at the sorcerer, but his height advantage gives him the edge he needs to avoid it.

The goblin caught by Jex's caltrops limps around the corner towards the battle, and much to its own surprise runs straight into the assassin, reactively swinging its crooked blade in two wild attacks. By blind the luck the second finds a weak spot, passing the half-elf's own parry and biting deep into Jex's flesh.

Jex takes 2 slashing damage to wounds and 8 slashing damage to vigour, reduced to 4 by parry, reduced to 2 by DR -> 21/23 Vigour, 10/12 Wounds.

Thurston's action.

Thurston staggers under the force of the hits of the two giants, not even noticing the impact of the bugbear thanks to his incredible armor. Far from feeling intimidated by the sheer force of the two giants, the Norscan starts to laugh.

"Hahaha that's all that you got? My little sister punched stronger than that!!" he steps forwards again, entering the ettin's reach. The giant tries to hit him again but he dodges it, ducking below his waist. Using Rikkazarik in an unorthodox way, he locks the joint between the shaft and the head into the giant's ankle and, pushing up with all his strengths, roaring,  he puts the monster leg up above, flipping him and making the ettin fall prone to the ground. 

The giant heads look around, a little bit confused of what just happened and the nearest to Thurston sees the paladin's grin. They are now at the same level. 

Without a second thought Thurston launches his head to headbutt the giant's face. 

The impact resounds in the valley with the strength of the thunder and both dwarves can hear a crack when the nose of the ettin breaks under the impact. The ettin blinks with blood pouring from his broken nose

"Hahahaha!" laughs Thurston, really enjoying the fight. "Never say that Thurston Barnatson is not fair my good dwarves. I like to level the odds, so to speak..." 

Despite his cockiness he keeps his guard up, for the ettin is far from beign defeated and there are more enemies.

Jex parries the worst of the goblin's blow aside, deflecting a nasty strike into his thigh. He shouts in pain, cursing the goblin, before following up with his own series of blows. His footwork and handwork are both too fast and the goblin doesn't know where to look before Jex finally thrusts out his scimitar in an arc designed to hit, and cuts open the goblin's abdomen. He looks on with satisfaction as the wound begins to ooze. "Five"

Vark watches with growing worry as Val is surrounded by even more foes, and despite her prowess they begin to break though her defenses. But before he can think of how best to assist the goliath, he is swayed as a bugbear climbs his perch and attempts to attack him. The primordial words that he speaks in response almost sound offended, as if he can't believe the beast would even try this outlandish maneuver. The incantation causes clouds to swirl around the tip of Path Maker like a black serpent before Vark strikes down at the bugbear, connecting with a thunderous crash that slams the brute into the dirt below.

Hurrig sends the ethereal hammer flying towards the bugbear Vark had thrown from the pile of hay. Slamming square into the bugbears chest as he lay prone on the floor. Hurrig turns his attention back to the Ettin, now laying in front of him and cleaves down with his battle axe. Finally being able to carve a strike into the beast though minor compared to his allies.

Immediately after striking the ground onto her back with a grunt of pain, Val bares her teeth in a display of primal fierceness. Larkin stands above her, swinging his spectral version of Rook around, but the weapon merely passes through the goblins... The icy cold rage of her homeland wells up inside of her and with a bellowing battle-cry she slams both fists into the ground as she leaps back to her a feet as a ring of ice bursts out from her and assails all her enemies. Without wasting a moment of her opening, she grips Rook and with a twirling flourish she slams the head of the weapon into the chest of the worg that had taken her feet from beneath her! The blow was tremendous and causes a number of ribs to fracture and break from the blow, stunning the beast with the ferocity of the attack as the familiar black sparks twirl down the haft of the weapon and sealing one of the wounds she'd sustained during the last round of attacks from the goblins.

This bastard was finally coming down.

Thurston was just too much. Everytime something was thrown at him, he tackled it like a damn god. Bründir didn't consider himself on par with the zealous warrior, but damnit he wanted to know he wasn't just a small player here. Time for drastic measures. He charged the fallen giantkin, but a beefy hand swatted at him. Rather than block or dodge, he grabbed and let it swing further. The brute tried pulling away, but it gave the opening needed and yanked Bründir atop its chest.

Firmly planted, Bründir raised Dumdrengi high, "Which one first, ya ugly ****s?!" Without a second thought, he slammed the blade down and caught the right side head. It squirmed just enough to avoid a fatal running through, but the edge nearly split the cheek clean open to the ear and beyond. Wailing and gargling, the wounded side thrashed even harder and clawed at its brutalizes face. "Hurrig, cut th' other off or take th' next!"

The goblin that attacked Jex squeals in pain at its wound and ducks away, back around the corner of the tent.

By the entrance to the camp, the bugbear once more swings its cudgel brutally into Thurston's side.

Thurston takes 13 points of piercing damage, reduced to 6 by DR -> 26/55 Vigour.

The ettin roars and thrashes as Bründir brutally wounds it, tossing the dwarf off of it and onto the ground, before finally falling still in a pile of its own blood. The ogre behind roars in anger and strides forward towards Bründir. Stepping over the body of the ettin it raises its greatclub above its head and brings it down towards the dwarf with a crash. But Bründir is able to roll aside in time.

The worg that Valaith injured slumps and groans from blood loss and shock. Nevertheless, surrounded as she is on all sides, the goblin blades continue to find gaps in Val's defences, slowly wearing the mighty goliath down. However, the pain only drives her to fight on and she feels a second wind of power flood her as the adrenaline kicks in.

Valaith takes 2 points of slashing damage to wounds and 72 points of damage to vigour, reduced to 44 by DR, reduced to 19 by resistance -> 33/72 Vigour, 14/18 Wounds, 2 Bleed.

The remaining warriors redouble their assault on Vark. One arrow misses and the other is deflected by the half-orc's armour, but this time the bugbear strikes true, despite being forced to clamber back up off its back to swing its morningstar.

Vark takes 15 points of piercing damage to vigour, reduced to 12 by DR -> 9/33 Vigour.

Thurston's action.