Draylin

Draylin stands with practiced ease; hands clasped behind his back, yet perfectly balanced to thwart incoming attacks.  The twig framed half elf, wearing no armor and carrying no shield, surly looked an imposing figure.  Paired with the wild throws, he was aware that he wasn't going to intimate any of the goblins into retreat.  Yet there he stood, a puny half elf, staring defiantly at the screaming hoard monsters.  He offered Montar a silent nod of respect.  The dwarf would not stand alone.

Thistlewick waits until the drake is within 30 ft.... and uses his Druidcraft centered on the beast to cover it in essence of skunk.  Maybe it will help Erv smell better too. :p

With his bonus action, 'Wick will cast Shillelagh on his club to be ready to clobber some goblins.

A loud crack echoes when Montar's maul connects with the head of the goblin. The creatures stares blankly at the dwarf for a heartbeat, little rivulets of blood trickling from its ears and nose, before its scimitar clatters on the ground and it topples backwards. 

Meanwhile, the ambush drake begins to sneeze – at first, small, sharp huffs, then a violent, full-body convulsion as Thistlewick’s pungent magic settles in. The drake’s body jerks so forcefully that the screaming Erv is launched ten feet through the air. Erv acrobatics check: 19

Goblin 5 moves forward five feet and tries to shoot Draylin with the shortbow Attack: 23 Damage: 6

Goblin 4 quickly runs to get into a better position and attempts to shoot Tam with its shortbow Attack: 8 Damage: 3

The ambush drake shakes its large head and runs up to Montar to try and bite him. Attack: 10 Damage: 2

Erv lands surprisingly gracefully and doesn't take any damage, but his green face turns a deep, fuming red. Spitting curses in Goblin, he runs up to Thistlewick and lashes out at the druid with his scimitar Attack: 13 Damage: 5

Round 2

Draylin, Amadeus and Tam, it's time for your turns. 

Updated map

With the next bolt ready, Amadeus rears back for a moment, crossbow readied. then levels it even with his elbow. 

He softly mutters to himself as his aim steadies "Okay, okay. First strike... not terrible. Next strike?" He closes one eye and lines up his shot. "We shall see..." 

[To hit: 22, Damage: 4]

With a stark <thwack!> the next bolt is loosed, flying truer than its predecessor. Without even taking a moment to ensure it hit, the little gnome giggles devilishly and begins loading his next bolt. This is getting fun. 

Tam reloads her crossbow and fires back at goblin 4. 

Attack: 23 Damage: 8

Draylin

The goblin's arrow flies true, slamming into the young monk.  His thoughts of flowing into the fray like a swirling river of graceful power are lost as the pain explodes in his shoulder.  Two inches lower and the flowing river would be coming from his left lung.  

 With a determined growl, he pulls another dagger from his belt and hurls it at the nearest wounded goblin.  He manages a satisfied smirk as the spinning dagger sinks in to the hilt.  The sharp pain in his shoulder is a harsh reminder that the battle is far from over.  Despite his desire to wade in and put his training to the test, he wisely drops back and takes cover behind the bushes and trees.

***dagger throw: nat 20 damage 8***

All three attacks find their mark. Both goblin 4 and Erv are looking bloody and battered, struggling to stay upright. Leosin throws another dart, this time at the ambush drake. The weapon whistles through the air and buries itself deep in the beast's side. (17 to hit, 7 dmg) The ambush drake roars, infuriated. 

Goblin 3 shoots his bow at Amadeus Attack: 21 Damage: 6

It's time for Montar's and Thistlewick's turns. 

Montar swings his maul again, this time at the drake. He connects with a solid thud, though the blow is more glancing than he would've hoped. *(Attack: 21, Damage: 6)*

Thistlewick dodged the attempted blow by Erv with ease.  In response, he took his club and swung for all he was worth.

Club/Shillelagh - To Hit: Dirty 20      Dmg: 7 Bludgeoning

A vibration swept up Thistlewick's arm as the magicked club landed solidly into Erv's body.

Thistlewick brings the club down in a powerful arc, but Erv's eyes widen with a coward's instinct. With a snarl, Erv reaches out and yanks Goblin 5 directly into the path of the blow.

The two goblins blur in a frantic scramble as they trade places. Thistlewick's club slams into the unsuspecting lackey's head with a sickening crunch, killing the creature in an instant, while Erv stands safely to the side, hissing a wicked laugh. (using Redirect Attack as a reaction)

Goblin 4 sends another arrow flying towards Tam. Attack: 11 Damage: 7 It then uses its bonus action to try and hide behind a rock. 17

The ambush drake roars directly in Montar's face and attempts to bite him again. Attack: 7 Damage: 4

Erv yellow eyes flicker to the dead body of goblin 5, before fixing on Thistlewick with pure hatred. "I hate gnomes," he screeches, slashing with his scimitar. The first slash is precise and hateful, but the second is a wild, desperate hack as Erv prepares to bolt away.

Attack: 20 Damage: 3

Attack: 14 Damage: 7

The goblin leader then disengages, pulling back in the direction that his little horde appeared from. 

Round 3

Draylin
Leosin
Amadeus
Tam

Goblin 3 -  unharmed

Montar
Thistlewick

Goblin 4 - covered in blood. Next attack that hits will kill him

Ambush drake - moderately hurt

Erv - covered in blood. Next attack that hits will kill him

It's back to Draylin, Amadeus and Tam. Tam can still see Goblin 4 from where he is trying to hide, an attack roll of 17 or higher will finish him. 

Updated map

Draylin

"Oh, hells no you don't," Draylin muttered to himself as Erv begins to make good his escape.  Stepping out from his meager cover, blood stains forming around the shaft of an arrow sticking out of his upper chest, the half elf surly looked a mess.  If the wound pained him, he did not show it.  Walking several paces towards the cowardly goblin leader, his face was calm, emotionless; the mask of Kelemvor guarded the sliver of fear that he felt.  With a quick glance to his right he saw Leosin, still battered and bloody.  He wouldn't let his brother down, he wouldn't let his new friends down either.

His hand reached back, pulling the last dagger from his belt.  With a voice as cold as the grave and devoid of any emotion he said, "Thank you," and nodded to the bloody mess that was Erv's meat shield.  "With regret, I cannot permit you to leave.  The Lord of the Endless Sleep will hear your tale and weigh your deeds today.  Prepare to be judged."  In the blink of an eye Drayli's last dagger whistled through the air with practiced precision.

As the blade hits home, the young monk slips back behind cover, draws a shaky breath, and prepares to fight on.

***dagger throw at Erv: 17 piercing damage 5***

The little lord in the trees was already lining up his next shot upon the Drake when the arrow hits him. It's like being punched. There's no immediately pain, but the sensation... offends him. Adrenaline pumps away his ache in the moment - and oh, will he feel it later - but if anything, the only immediate effect the arrow has on Amadeus is that it makes his next shot miss, a realization both immediate and frustrating to him. Curses of a Gnomish nature fly from his lips, broken only by huffing and puffing as he strains to reload once more. 

[Attack: 5, almost certain miss, Damage: 3]

Attack: 14 Damage: 6

Quote from chrisbodmann >>

Attack: 18 Damage: 6

 That hits, you can describe what in an out of turn post.

Leosin throws another dart at the ambush drake, which hits again. (20 to hit, 7 dmg). 

Draylin's last dagger finds its mark just as the goblin is running away. Erv gasps, then groans and plants face first in the dirt, dead. His corpse is just a few feet away from goblin 3, who lets out a desperate shriek. 

"You kill my friends, I kill yours!" goblin 3 spits out and aims her shortbow at Leosin. Attack: 17 Damage: 6

Then without waiting to see if the arrow hits or not, the goblin turns on her heel and begins running away, just like her leader did. 

Montar, Thistlewick, it's your turn

Montar doesn't think he should back away from the drake, and so aims another blow with his maul: Attack: 15, Damage: 13

[sorry was traveling]

Tam takes careful aim and fires her crossbow, hitting the goblin square between the eyes. 

Thistlewick follows Montar's lead and aims a blow at the drake.

Club/Shillelagh - To Hit:  11    Dmg:  11 bludgeoning