Randrak will continue his attacks.

Attack 1: 12 Damage: 7

Attack 2: 10 Damage: 3

If they are not down yet Torvin will yell: "Try to save one or both for questioning!"

Mercwri will try and bonk! one of the goblins, knocking it out.

Attack: 16 Damage: 4

Hopefully that will render it senseless.

Randrak you rain down attacks on the beasts but they scamper out of reach. Mercwri your aim is true but the damage does not take the creature down. 

By this time the goblins are completely surrounded. They strike out one last time before you all move in to over power them.

1. Goblin @ Randrak 9 for 8
2. Goblin @ Torvin 8 for 4

Give me two Dex checks with advantage to see how successful you are at pinning down the foul beasts

Randrak is hurt by the goblin's strike, and the attack is somewhat painful. However, he tries to pin down the creature before him.

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OOC: lol I'll suppose I'll settle for one in the interests of keeping things moving.

Randrak you slam the nearest goblin to the ground and after a brief struggle you manage to subdue it. The other beast fights tooth and nail to avoid capture and is already badly wounded. Eventually Torg looses patience and with a wild roar he lifts the goblin bodily into the air and hurls it over the side into the lava.

"One is enough." he growls as he comes stomping back.

Salvas slumps to his knees and allows the magical barrier to drop while Mender limps back from the bow, looking more like a pin cushion that a gnome. There are dead goblins and dwarves everywhere and puddles of stinking dragon poison sit steaming on the deck. The Captain strides down into the middle of it all with a face of pure fury.

"They tried to take our ship!" she roars, "Our Firehook! Three gorram dragons and a mess load of stinking goblins they threw at us!" 

She has the crews attention now as she brings the heel of her boot down on the captured goblins fingers, crushing them. "They followed us onto the fire... us! and we made them bleed."

Some of the crew cheer now as she strides back toward the stairs. "It cost them a bloody dragon! and every green skinned cretin they dared drop on our deck! We are dwarves, we spit in the eyes of demons and dance on the bones of dragons... by stone and fire!"

"Stone and fire!" roar the crew as they raise they weapons to the traditional dwarven battle cry.

"Now clear my deck of this filth and I'll see you in the galley below. We open the good ale tonight!" More cheers as the crew go about their business. 

OOC: what do you want to do now?

As the crew rejoices, Freak steps back and collects the javelins he can find. He helped those who freed him. He smiles.

I will head below with the others. Once settled in the galley with a foaming mug of ale I will ask “has anyone seen a dragon or other beast with such a collar? It did not leave with the others after the collar was off. Leads me to think those dragons are workin against their will” 

Freak you recover all of your javelins with ease.

Salvas hears your words Uldran and joins your table. "The broken collar now sits in my cabin for further study, and I suspect you are correct. The metal is a strange alloy and rune laden. It holds no magic now, but before it was broken I suspect it was a method of control, or communication at the least. The runes are strange to me. Tell me I could  not help but notice your display of power during the battle."

He chuckles to himself, "An ingenious use of elemental magic to freeze ones opponent. Tell me are you a student of the Arcane or a priest of some temple or other?" You note the tone of disdain when he mentions the latter option.

Torvin will let the others question the Goblin. He will walk over to where Uldran is investigating the collar and say: "Do you mind if I take a look at the collar?" 

If allowed he will cast detect magic on the collar as a ritual. 

Edit: posted at the same time as DM..... disregard this post.

OOC: Torvin we will place the events of your post just prior to my last one.

The goblins squeals as the crew drag him below deck but you pay him no mind and you approach the broken collar. Casting detect magic you are just in time to sense the magical Enchantment aura around the collar flickering out. However, the brief sense is completely drowned out by a massive rush as the magic of the Stoneship assails your senses. You blink in disbelief as your vision of the deck momentarily shifts to that of a giant red dragon its wings spread wide to either side of you. The vision suddenly dissipates and you catch another bloom of power as Salvas tucks his glowing red amulet beneath his robes. He gives you a worried frown before ordering the collar be taken to his cabin and disappears below without a word.

could Torvin tell if the Red Dragon he saw in his vision had a collar on like the Green Dragons had?

OOC: It did not. It seemed for a moment like he was standing on a dragons back. Almost like the ship itself had transformed. If felt very different to the Enchantment in the collar.

talking to Salvas- "I am no priest, nor do I study the arcane. Gods and wizards and such are not familiar to me or my family. My power is gifted to me from the land, the lava, the rocks and other natural sources." 

"I have great respect for Moradin like most dwarves do but my gifts do not come from him." 

Torvin seeing Salvas notice him cast detect magic and see something strange.....wonders how long it will be before they have a 'talk'. He will for now try to put what he saw to the back of his mind and go below deck to see if any of the others have gotten anything out of the Goblin.

Randrak wonders off to find somewhere quiet. He decides he needs to meditate and reflect on all that has transpired since the initial attack.

"Could I see that collar for a moment," Mercwri says, "Maybe I can discern something about it."

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History   7

Mercwri the crewman carrying the collar obliges and you spend a long moment studying the object. You surmise from the unusual alloy and the strange runes that this was indeed some sort of magical device and running your hand across the runes something does come to mind. In the illegal fighting pits beneath the Baldenvelt poor quarter collars such as they are placed on the fighters to inflict pain and prevent escape. In years gone by they had been used in the grand arena on slave and criminals for the same purpose, but that practice had been banned decades ago. You do know that the runes of control as you suspect them to be are not Dwarven

Salvas listens to you with interest Uldran. "Fascinating, an innate link to the natural elements passed down from one generation to the next. I have read of such natural magics but never have I met an actual practitioner. Tell me does your mastery of the art come from books and learning or through more practical means..." Salvas is fascinated by all things magical it seems and will keep you talking most of the evening if permitted.

Randrak you find your way back to your cabin and take some time for yourself after the chaos of the day. 

Torvin you enquire after the goblin prisoner and one of the crew shows you below decks. You pass down through the quartermasters area and into the galley where you see Salvas deep in conversation with Uldran. The crewman takes you toward the bow then, passing through the crew sleeping area where several of the crew including Mender are being treated for their wounds. As you pass through Mender enquires as to your destination and clambers to his feet to join you. "I'll guide him from here." he tells the other crewman off, and the Dwarf heads back to the galley.

At the far end of the room you pass into a small corridor and see a Dwarf standing guard outside of a door to the left. "We would like to see the prisoner." Mender says as you approach. The Dwarf nods and opens the door for you. Entering the small chamber you see that it is empty than the pathetic looking goblin, chained to the wall and stripped down to its small clothes. It looks up and spits at you as you enter.

Hitticus will eyeball the collar but not offer to look at it. Instead he'll buddy up to Freak. "Good work with the bolt thrower. Glad I could be of some help. How are you doing?"

Freak is whipping the blood of his javelins. He replies: "I am happy. I am safe here. Even those great beasts couldn't hurt me. Thank you for helping, friend Fitticus."