Dunno notices the other non-goblinoid (Garet) appear in the entryway and sets another arrow loose in his direction, cackling like a madman all the while:
Attack: 14 dealing 6 piercing damage on a hit.
Wincing from the burns to his face, Sloop angrily draws his scimitar, straightens his shield and bounces over the rock levy looking to exact his revenge on Marcon:
Attack: 24 dealing 8 slashing damage on a hit. He then darts away trying to avoid any counterattack from the warrior who was by then awash in Freepy’s blood.
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"Go! Go! Go! " Urges Rigel as he spins and dashes back up the tunnel with Garret. Sliding past Garret's right side at the caverns entrance causes the firbolg to lean to his left just enough for Dunno's arrow to pass between the two companions.
Rigel ends.his sprint with a slash of his axe at the retreating Sloopy.
Rigel brings his axe down in the center of the cowardly goblin’s forehead. His roll upwards to see the axe handle just as his knees go weak and he drifts off to sleep...
Ronk arrives at the entrance to the larger cavern and is able to see the source of the water and also that the danger has abated since the pools have drained. He spots a goblin across the room standing on a stalagmite launching arrows about the room and laughing like a maniac.
Vanzaren can’t seem to find a decent handhold and his attempts to scale the narrow chimney (or perhaps garbage chute?) are unsuccessful.
Dunno giggles gleefully at the firbolg’s offer of wolf meat which does not seem to deter him...Garet watches the goblin reaches for another arrow and strings it in his rickety shortbow.
Ronk instinctively knows that if Dunno is not retreating then it must mean he has allies nearby...or is simply to stupid to know when to quit. The odd behavior leads him to believe that it could be the latter, but he also knows that Klarg is still somewhere in the cave. He readies for a fight that is seemingly not concluded just yet...
Marcon started to turn to look back at the others, only to stop short. "Prisoner... Find... Runners... Focus." He strains to utter, and without another word, he puts away his longsword, picks up Torch, and heads up the stairs into the next area with torch clenched tightly in hand.
Free Action/Action: Sheathe Weapon and Pick Up Torch.
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Ronk pushes past Garet, muttering a soft "Excuse me," and moves into the cave, close to the edge of the pools. Frowning at the laughing goblin, he reaches into his robes, pulls out his Darts and throws one at it.
Frustrated, Vanzaren makes another attempt to shimmy up the narrow fissure, if for no other reason then simply to prove to himself that he can. But the obstacle gets the better of him once more as his foot slips out of an anchor point which was really little more than a loose rock jutting out from the structure.
Ronk moves easily into the cave where he is observed quizzically by the goblin marksman. (This is the first time Dunno has seen Ronk - a bugbear - and other than his odd dress and even temper, Dunno assumes Ronk must be one of Klarg’s allies.) He was proven thoroughly incorrect when Ronk snapped his fingers, hurtling a razor-tipped dart right into Dunno’s eye. The goblin’s mad laughter quickly turns to shrieks of pain, and then to somewhere in the middle of the two vocalizations.
Marcon, though wounded, climbed the short, wide steps leading south out of the pool chamber. He finds a slightly smaller room, well-stocked with several months’ worth of looted supplies. A small fire burns low in the center of the chamber, and all seems too eerily quiet for the human’s comfort. (@Marcon, please give me a perception roll.)
As Marcon held his torch high for good measure, he sniffs at the air and growls. "No use hiding... saw.. saw ya come in. Come out, come out, wherever are?"
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Marcon easily spots a goblin taking cover amongst the boxes and barrels of trade goods ahead of him, and he actually hears before he sees another behind some crates in a small alcove to his left...who apparently has a terrible case of the hiccups. Looking to his right, he barely sees the outline of a third goblin peeking through a space between the wall and a large stalagmite.
Creeping out from behind the stalagmites, comes one of the largest, meanest-looking wolves he had ever laid eyes on. It’s lips curled back displaying a frightening row of needle-sharp white teeth. It prowls slowly into the room, emitting a low growl as its gaze bore through the human.
”Ha! You found Klarg hiding spot,” says a gruff voice from the shadows just behind the wolf, and then a massive bugbear strode into the dim fire light wielding a fearsome-looking morning star, which may or may not have been encrusted with the entrails of...someone. The light of the fire pit as well as that of Marcon’s torch, cast shadows across the bugbear’s visage, giving him quite an intimidating appearance. “Now, you’re turn to hide,” the bugbear adds, clearly with a healthy dose of sarcasm.
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The hiccuping goblin stumbles forward out from behind the sacks and crates, many of which bear the symbol of a blue lion. He hesitates a moment, but Klarg’s glare spurns him into action and he charges a bloodied Marcon with sword out and shield up: Attack: 13 vs. AC 18, dealing 6 slashing damage on a hit.) Then he jumps back a step to put some distance between himself and his human target.
Tickle, from the relative safety of the shadowy corner, knocks and arrow into his short bow and releases the bow string, sending a wobbly arrow in Marcon’s direction: (Attack: 5 vs. AC 18, dealing 6 piercing damage on a hit.) (readies an action to attack the next non-ally that enters his line-of-sight, which will require a new attack roll..)
Dunno, reaches up and pulls the dart from his eye, giggle-screaming the whole time. He then scampers down off the small rock outcrop to take cover behind it (takes the dodge action this turn.)
Stopit peeks over the top of the crates, seeing the dimly lit outline of Marcon’s blood-soaked body. Even though they appears to have the interloper outnumbered, the image of the muscular human drenched in blood and apparently not scared in the slightest gave him the feeling that this was not one to be trifled with. His cowardly nature gets the better of him and he ducks back down behind the crates, hoping to better conceal himself until a “safer” opponent presented themselves (takes the hide action this turn: 23)
Klarg eyed the pile of crates where Stopit had just ducked back down with disgust. Turning his gaze back to Marcon’s lifeless body, he gives a shrill whistle and the wolf exploded into action, bounding into the pool room. The wolf dashes towards the corridor leading to the bridge, but runs right in to Ronk instead (takes the dodge action this turn.) (Attack: 5 vs. AC 18, dealing 7 piercing damage on a hit. Marcon must also make a STR Save vs. DC 11 or be knocked prone by the wolf’s attack.
Dunno notices the other non-goblinoid (Garet) appear in the entryway and sets another arrow loose in his direction, cackling like a madman all the while:
Attack: 14 dealing 6 piercing damage on a hit.
Wincing from the burns to his face, Sloop angrily draws his scimitar, straightens his shield and bounces over the rock levy looking to exact his revenge on Marcon:
Attack: 24 dealing 8 slashing damage on a hit. He then darts away trying to avoid any counterattack from the warrior who was by then awash in Freepy’s blood.
"Go! Go! Go! " Urges Rigel as he spins and dashes back up the tunnel with Garret. Sliding past Garret's right side at the caverns entrance causes the firbolg to lean to his left just enough for Dunno's arrow to pass between the two companions.
Rigel ends.his sprint with a slash of his axe at the retreating Sloopy.
Attack: 16 Damage: 5
**This Space for Rent**
Ronk nods and follows behind Rigel, trying to get a good view around or over the human and Garet. "What happened? Is there more water coming?"
Rigel brings his axe down in the center of the cowardly goblin’s forehead. His roll upwards to see the axe handle just as his knees go weak and he drifts off to sleep...
Ronk arrives at the entrance to the larger cavern and is able to see the source of the water and also that the danger has abated since the pools have drained. He spots a goblin across the room standing on a stalagmite launching arrows about the room and laughing like a maniac.
Generally Garet will rise his shield, move into the combat zone and shout to Goblins
"S..S.. Surrender or we will h..have to h..hurt you"
OOC: Garet know Goblin language
Init: 9
Peeking around Garet, Ronk is able to spot one crazy-looking goblin with a bow and arrow. Rigel and Marcon are hovering over bloody heaps.
Garet in Goblins: "we will give you fresh wolf meat prize if you stop fighting and surrender!"
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Vanzaren tries to climb up.
Athletics: 9
Athletics: 5
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Initiative - 5
Vanzaren can’t seem to find a decent handhold and his attempts to scale the narrow chimney (or perhaps garbage chute?) are unsuccessful.
Dunno giggles gleefully at the firbolg’s offer of wolf meat which does not seem to deter him...Garet watches the goblin reaches for another arrow and strings it in his rickety shortbow.
Ronk instinctively knows that if Dunno is not retreating then it must mean he has allies nearby...or is simply to stupid to know when to quit. The odd behavior leads him to believe that it could be the latter, but he also knows that Klarg is still somewhere in the cave. He readies for a fight that is seemingly not concluded just yet...
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Marcon started to turn to look back at the others, only to stop short. "Prisoner... Find... Runners... Focus." He strains to utter, and without another word, he puts away his longsword, picks up Torch, and heads up the stairs into the next area with torch clenched tightly in hand.
Free Action/Action: Sheathe Weapon and Pick Up Torch.
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Ronk pushes past Garet, muttering a soft "Excuse me," and moves into the cave, close to the edge of the pools. Frowning at the laughing goblin, he reaches into his robes, pulls out his Darts and throws one at it.
Dart Attack on Dunno: 16
Damage on hit: 4
Vanzaren tries climbing again.
Athletics: 0
Athletics: 4
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Frustrated, Vanzaren makes another attempt to shimmy up the narrow fissure, if for no other reason then simply to prove to himself that he can. But the obstacle gets the better of him once more as his foot slips out of an anchor point which was really little more than a loose rock jutting out from the structure.
Ronk moves easily into the cave where he is observed quizzically by the goblin marksman. (This is the first time Dunno has seen Ronk - a bugbear - and other than his odd dress and even temper, Dunno assumes Ronk must be one of Klarg’s allies.) He was proven thoroughly incorrect when Ronk snapped his fingers, hurtling a razor-tipped dart right into Dunno’s eye. The goblin’s mad laughter quickly turns to shrieks of pain, and then to somewhere in the middle of the two vocalizations.
Marcon, though wounded, climbed the short, wide steps leading south out of the pool chamber. He finds a slightly smaller room, well-stocked with several months’ worth of looted supplies. A small fire burns low in the center of the chamber, and all seems too eerily quiet for the human’s comfort. (@Marcon, please give me a perception roll.)
Marcon's Sight Beyond Sight!: 20.
As Marcon held his torch high for good measure, he sniffs at the air and growls. "No use hiding... saw.. saw ya come in. Come out, come out, wherever are?"
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Marcon easily spots a goblin taking cover amongst the boxes and barrels of trade goods ahead of him, and he actually hears before he sees another behind some crates in a small alcove to his left...who apparently has a terrible case of the hiccups. Looking to his right, he barely sees the outline of a third goblin peeking through a space between the wall and a large stalagmite.
Creeping out from behind the stalagmites, comes one of the largest, meanest-looking wolves he had ever laid eyes on. It’s lips curled back displaying a frightening row of needle-sharp white teeth. It prowls slowly into the room, emitting a low growl as its gaze bore through the human.
”Ha! You found Klarg hiding spot,” says a gruff voice from the shadows just behind the wolf, and then a massive bugbear strode into the dim fire light wielding a fearsome-looking morning star, which may or may not have been encrusted with the entrails of...someone. The light of the fire pit as well as that of Marcon’s torch, cast shadows across the bugbear’s visage, giving him quite an intimidating appearance. “Now, you’re turn to hide,” the bugbear adds, clearly with a healthy dose of sarcasm.
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Vanzaren sighs and starts leaving the room, searching for where his friends went.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Init: 20
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
The hiccuping goblin stumbles forward out from behind the sacks and crates, many of which bear the symbol of a blue lion. He hesitates a moment, but Klarg’s glare spurns him into action and he charges a bloodied Marcon with sword out and shield up: Attack: 13 vs. AC 18, dealing 6 slashing damage on a hit.) Then he jumps back a step to put some distance between himself and his human target.
Tickle, from the relative safety of the shadowy corner, knocks and arrow into his short bow and releases the bow string, sending a wobbly arrow in Marcon’s direction: (Attack: 5 vs. AC 18, dealing 6 piercing damage on a hit.)(readies an action to attack the next non-ally that enters his line-of-sight, which will require a new attack roll..)Dunno, reaches up and pulls the dart from his eye, giggle-screaming the whole time. He then scampers down off the small rock outcrop to take cover behind it (takes the dodge action this turn.)
Stopit peeks over the top of the crates, seeing the dimly lit outline of Marcon’s blood-soaked body. Even though they appears to have the interloper outnumbered, the image of the muscular human drenched in blood and apparently not scared in the slightest gave him the feeling that this was not one to be trifled with. His cowardly nature gets the better of him and he ducks back down behind the crates, hoping to better conceal himself until a “safer” opponent presented themselves (takes the hide action this turn: 23)
Klarg eyed the pile of crates where Stopit had just ducked back down with disgust. Turning his gaze back to Marcon’s lifeless body, he gives a shrill whistle and the wolf exploded into action, bounding into the pool room. The wolf dashes towards the corridor leading to the bridge, but runs right in to Ronk instead (takes the dodge action this turn.)
(Attack: 5 vs. AC 18, dealing 7 piercing damage on a hit. Marcon must also make a STR Save vs. DC 11 or be knocked prone by the wolf’s attack.