Oak's Rise of the Runelords - Burnt Offerings

[PeacefulOak]

Sandpoint
The Swallowtail Festival

Each of you, for your own reasons, have made your way to the town of Sandpoint at the end of Summer, arriving just in time for the Swallowtail Festival that marks the transition from Summer to Autumn. Whether you've been here a week or an hour, you find yourself finding delight in this bright and musical festival that begins at a decent hour of the morning.

The Swallowtail Festival begins promptly, as scheduled, on the first day of autumn. The square before the church quickly becomes crowded as locals and travelers arrive, and several merchant tents featuring food, clothes, local crafts, and souvenirs are there to meet them.

The turnout for the opening speeches is quite respectable, and the four keynote speakers each deliver short but well-received welcomes to the festival. Mayor Deverin’s friendly attitude and excitement prove contagious as she welcomes visitors to town and jokes about how even Larz Rovanky, the local tanner (and notorious workaholic) managed to tear himself away from the tannery to attend, much to everyone’s but Larz’s amusement. Sheriff Hemlock brings the crowd down a bit with his dour mood, his reminder to be safe around the evening’s bonfire, and his request for a moment of silence to remember those who lost their lives in the fire that claimed the town’s previous church five years ago. Fortunately, Cyrdak Drokkus is more than up to the challenge of bringing the crowd’s mood back up with his rousing anecdotes as he delivers a not-completely-irreverent recap of the long process the town went through to finance and construct the new cathedral. He throws in a bit of self-promotion at the end, as is his wont, inviting everyone to stop by the Sandpoint Theater the following evening to check out his new production of “The Harpy’s Curse,” revealing that the lead role of Avisera the harpy queen will be played by none other than
the famous Magnimarian diva Allishanda! Finally, Father Zantus steps up give a short speech thanking everyone for coming before declaring the Swallowtail Festival underway.

At noon, Father Zantus and his acolytes wheel a large covered wagon into the square, and after recounting the short parable of how Desna first fell to earth and was nursed back to health by a blind child who she transformed into an immortal butterfly as a reward for her aid, they pull aside the wagon’s cover, releasing the thousand children of Desna—a furious storm of a thousand swallowtail butterflies that swarm into the air in a spiraling riot of color to a great cheer from the crowd. Throughout the rest of the day, children futilely chase butterflies, never quite quick enough to catch them.

Lunch is provided free, at the expense of Sandpoint’s taverns. Each brings its best dishes—this event is a marketing push by the taverns as much to win new customers as it is to feed a hungry crowd. It soon becomes apparent that the darling of the lunch is, once again, Ameiko Kaijitsu, whose remarkable curry-spiced salmon and early winterdrop mead easily overshadow the other offerings, such as the Hagfish’s lobster chowder or the White Deer’s peppercorn venison.

Finally, as the sun begins to set, a large crowd has gathered once again in the square before the cathedral in preparation for the blessing that will mark the opening of the rebuilt place of worship. Each of you has managed to find your way to the front of the crowd, front and center with a clear line of sight to the podium. The crowd buzzes with conversation in anticipation for the coming event.

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Players, welcome! Take a moment to introduce your character, describe them. Perhaps note what they've been up to during the festival today. You can also introduce yourself to your neighbors if you so choose, or perhaps you've met already? The choice is yours, and the game is begun!

[DrK]

Hucla

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Hucla looked about as she pushed through the crowd, the crowd more or less parting for her as they noticed the dark green skin and the prominent tusks along with her natural musky odour mixed with brimstone. Taller than average she could see the stage and was curious what all the fuss was about? It had been a hard few weeks travelling West from the Trunau in the Belzeken Holds. The outlands in Varissia had been a surprisingly savage place but she had made it finally to the coast. Now, finally she could look for somewhere to settle. The Swallow Tail festival had been a nice suprise when she had passed through Nybor recently. A festival like this could give her the opportunity to sell her wares and to see if there was work to allow her to earn some coin before she headed to one of the bigger cities like Riddleport and Magnimar.

Since arriving 2 days ago she had been relaxing in the Hagfish, eyeing the well named fish in the tank and starting to speak to the locals to see if they had problems they wanted "blown up" or anything alchemical they needed making. She had also popped into see the half elf Nisk Tander, the man who ran "Bottled Solutions" the local alchemist, judging by the marks and smells it seemed he could do with some help.

She was tall and well muscled, but oddly for a half orc possessed an almost human head of hair which blew wild in the low wind. Dressed in thick hides she was sweating in the Varisian heat but still carried her arms and hide, both as a result of her ubrining in Trunau where danger could be lurking and also because the door locks in the hagfish didn't seem that great.

She glanced around with interest, a flagon of nice mead in one hand a chunk of fire roasted venison and root vegatbles packed into a flatbread in her other hand and watched the proceedings with interest. Maybe, if this was how much fun Sandpoint was she could delay going to a bigger city for longer than she had planned. Mouth still partially full she mumbles to a more junior looking cleric of Desna nearby, "Greetings. A nice festival. I'm not from these parts, what happened to the old Cathedral?"

[BelGareth]

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Ozax, having recently been released from his master, and now a fully fledged (if not slightly egotistical) mage of his right, was having a sort of...vacation if you will. He had heard of this place, and something keened of his memory about Thassilonia. And even though he hated the subject, or even to use his fathers forced tuition, which he thought was a monumental waste of time, he actually rather liked the idea of looking into the subject here. Plus, the weather had turned out to be remarkable, and he was enjoying the feeling of being able to do...whatever he wanted.

The food had been marvelous, and he had tasted it tall, he wasn't a fan of the favorite, liking the veal much more, but he couldn't ignore the skill of balanced flavors in the dish, and didn't argue the matter at all.

He managed to find his way upfront eager to see the new cathedral, it wasn't every day one opened, and he was intrigued what it looked like. He eyed an orcish woman with tusked teeth, but paid her no mind, intent on the unveiling.

[PeacefulOak]

Julian

Along with much of the past week, Julian's morning had been occupied assisting the local priest (one Father Zantus) in preparing the newly constructed cathedral for service. A day spent in fine details, each item placed just so to allow the reflowering of faith in Sandpoint to grow in the most fertile and well prepared soil possible. A quiet, restrained lunch had sufficed to keep the young priest energized and engaged, if a little stifled, until the final moments before the grand presentation. Released to join the crowd and learn from the presentation of a "true priest", Julian had found himself standing at the forefront of the crowd awaiting the Father's arrival.

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Julian jumps slightly at the sudden intrusion of words into his thoughts, and he turns to the woman addressing him. "A good evening to you, madam. The old church... a fire, I've heard.
Some conflict or other, an issue some five years ago. I don't know much of it, to be honest. I've been far too busy helping with the preparations for new worship here." He takes a moment to really look at the woman. "What brings you to this place here on this day? One of the faithful, perhaps?"

[DrK]

Hucla

Addressing the young looking cleric Hucla grins as the young acolyte jumps.

Julian

Julian jumps slightly at the sudden intrusion of words into his thoughts, and he turns to the woman addressing him. "A good evening to you, madam. The old church... a fire, I've heard.
Some conflict or other, an issue some five years ago. I don't know much of it, to be honest. I've been far too busy helping with the preparations for new worship here." He takes a moment to really look at the woman. "What brings you to this place here on this day? One of the faithful, perhaps?"

Looking down at her bandoleers of alchemical extracts, her potions and her weapons slung on her back she grins and shakes her head. "Nope, the Lady of dreams and butterflies doesn't hold the most interest for me. Btu she does arrange a nice festival" she adds the last with a tusked grin to take the sting out of the polite refusal for Desna. "I am wandering, exploring and helping the locals with problems and offering alchemical things." She glances at acolyte. "I had thought to set up a stall and maybe stay a few weeks, would there be much of a market here for the mysteries of the alchemical." She gestures to the street where Bottles solutions lay, "Maybe Master Tander could do with some help?"

[LairdMaon]

Rolf SteelSong meanders through the crowd gathered before the church, the roasted thigh of some avian clutched in one hand and a stein of winterdrop mead in the other. He's been enjoying the various foods to his content despite good uncle's real reason for bringing him to this festival.

Rolf never really was all that interested in trade, a fact his family is all too aware of. That his uncle claimed to have the ability to change that by escorting the young dwarf to these grounds was a blessing in their eyes.
Uncle Gmir was far more concerned about Rolf 'becoming an adult', which, in turn, meant getting aquainted with willing partners. Not much of a priority for Rolf, but there was promise of food and good times, so here he is, having a grand old time.

[PeacefulOak]

Julian

"I'm not entirely certain whether your skills will be quite needed in this town, given that we already have a purveyor of alchemical goods..."

Julian's response is cut off as...

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A sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, slices through the excited crowd as the sun’s setting rays paint the western sky. A stray dog that has crawled under a nearby wagon to sleep starts awake, and the buzz of two dozen conversations quickly hushes as all heads turn toward the central podium, where a beaming Father Zantus has taken the stage. He clears his throat, takes a breath to speak, and suddenly a woman’s scream slices through the air. A few moments later, another scream rises, then another. Beyond them, a sudden surge of strange new voices rises—high-pitched, tittering shrieks that sound not quite human.

The crowd parts and something low to the ground races by, giggling with disturbing glee as the stray dog gives a pained yelp and then collapses with a gurgle, its throat cut open from ear to ear. As blood pools around its head, the raucous sound of a strange song begins, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices.

THE GOBLIN SONG
Goblins chew and goblins bite.
Goblins cut and goblins fight.
Stab the dog and cut the horse,
Goblins eat and take by force!
Goblins race and goblins jump.
Goblins slash and goblins bump.
Burn the skin and mash the head,
Goblins here and you be dead!
Chase the baby, catch the pup.
Bonk the head to shut it up.
Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,
We be goblins! You be food!

Spoiler: Perception Checks! (DC 12)

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Ozax: (1d20+2)[18] Pass!
Hucla: (1d20+6)[10]
Rolf: (1d20+5)[9]
Julian: (1d20+3)[4]

Ozax, having paid little attention to the conversation between the priest and the alchemist, sees the shape that rushed by and murdered that poor dog: a single goblin that now hides at the edge of a wagon, licking blood off it's jagged blade and looking at the crowd as if to find a new target. His keen perception also catches two more goblins that are edging around some bails of hay nearby, and seem ready to attack!

Spoiler: OoC

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For this battle we will use group initiative. Party first, then goblins. Only Ozax gets to act in the surprise round with the goblins, which occurs right now!

[BelGareth]

Ozax was slightly bored, he'd admit, i mean, it was pretty an all, but he was more excited about the ancient ruins and texts, and the food, so all this ceremony was annoying as it was keeping him from the things he wanted, but he had to go through it, so be it.

But then the screaming happened, he looked up and and about, scanning the area for something, what was going on?

Right there! .....a Goblin? And there, and there! two more!

"GOBLINS!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, pointing at the little blighter with a finger, and recalling the cantrip as his old master had taught him. "uvelucal!" he said with force, conjuring a ball of acid and sending it to the goblin who had killed the dog.

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If not within 25ft, he moves to within 25ft
Standard action cast Acid splash:
Ranged touch attack - (1d20+2)[6]
Acid - (1d3)[3]

Ozax
HP's: 10/10
AC: 12

[PeacefulOak]

Narrator

Ozax steps forward, raising a hand and with a mystical word sending a glistening ball of acid that flies through the air towards the goblin sailing between the various bystanders and missing the goblin by several inches, sizzling instead into the side of the wagon. The goblin barks a laugh at this and leans over to lick the wagon where the acid splashed, only to yelp and claw at his tongue at the sudden burning numbness that threads through its mouth. (1 damage taken)

The other two goblins both lift weapons and lash out! The first jumps up on the hay bail and whips his Dogslicer back and forth, viciously menacing the heads of those who are tall enough. The other dashes forward, slashing wildly with its jagged Dogslicer at the crowd.

Spoiler: OoC

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(1d20+3)[22] to hit for (1d4+1)[4] damage to Random Villager
(1d20+3)[12] to hit for (1d4+1)[5] damage to Random Villager 2

Party, you're up!

[DrK]

JHucla

Before Hucla can follow up she spins at the shrill cackling sound of a goblin from the edge of the crowd. She glances at Julian and grins "This just got more exciting heh..." Whirling around she glances at the crowd before plunging into the massed crowd. She moves towards the pair of goblins pulling the falchion into one hand, in the others she pulls out a wad of strange extracts from her bandoleer before hurling it at the pair of green skinned troublemakers.

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Move up to 30ft towards the goblins drawing a falchion
Standard - throw bomb at goblins
Bomb Touch attack (1d20+5)[14] vs touch Damage [roll]1d6+5[/roll[
- adjacent goblins / people take 5 splash damage (DC15 for half)


Hucla Thim
F CG Half Orc Alchemist (Grenadier), Level 1, Init 2, HP 9/9, Speed
AC 15, Touch 12, Flat-footed 13, CMD 14, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 1, CMB +2, Base Attack Bonus 0
Great axe +2 (1d12+3, X3)
Dagger +2 (1d4+2, 19-20)
Hide shirt (+3 Armor, +2 Dex)
Abilities Str 14, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 10, Cha 8
Condition None
Bombs 4/5 remaining

[BelGareth]

Seeing him fail to hit, he shifts his head to the side, angled toward the sun in surprise.

We'll I'll be he muttered, repeating the same cantrip name, trying again.

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If not within 25ft, he moves to within 25ft
Standard action cast Acid splash:
Attack - (1d20+2)[19]
Acid - (1d3)[2]

Ozax
HP's: 10/10
AC: 12

[LairdMaon]

"WHAAaaa!", the portly dwarf drops his food and drink at the sight of a fight starting. He snatches the axe waiting in his mind as he throws himself in the path of one the knife wielding gobos. "You're MY dance partner!"

[PeacefulOak]

Julian

The priest takes his cue from those around him, seeing the crowd beginning to shrink back and break into flight from the danger, and loosens one of his starknives from its hook. A flick of his wrist sends the blade, accompanied by a prayer to Desna, flying towards the foul enemy that had just been blasted by by the blowback from Hunta's grenade.

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(1d20-1)[0] to hit for (1d4+2)[3] damage

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Ozax's second attempt goes much better than the first, a viscous glob of acid burning into the goblin's shoulder and sending it into a shrieking rage. (2 damage taken, 3 total)

Hunta's grenade scores a direct hit on the goblin, leaving it lying on its back with a significant hole where its ribs should have been. The blowback from the attack blasts the nearby foe, and it staggers at the fierce fiery burn.

Rolf places himself between the wizard and the least damaged goblin, ready with a gleaming mind-axe to engage in deadly combat.

Julian's thrown blade sails gracefully through the air... and over a nearby roof, vanishing into the distance.

The two remaining goblins both engage, lashing out with their dogslicers. One slashes at Rolf, landing a light cut across the warrior's arm. (2 damage), while the other makes to attack but instead bursts our laughing at the priest's dramatic failure and flails its sword ineffectively.

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(1d20+3)[19] to hit for (1d4+1)[2] damage vs. Rolf
(1d20+3)[4] to hit for (1d4+1)[5] damage vs. Julian

Party, you're up!

[BelGareth]

For a second, Ozax thinks of casting one his more powerful cantrips, enlarging his newly found friend before them, but it was only goblins, what harm could befall them?

He launched another glob at the little blighter.

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If not within 25ft, he moves to within 25ft
Standard action cast Acid splash:
Attack - (1d20+2)[14]
Acid - (1d3)[3]

Ozax
HP's: 10/10
AC: 12

[DrK]

Hucla

THe half orc looks at the other fighting the goblins. "Come one, expunge these vermin..." and runs forward, drawing her axe from behind her back as he she moves to engage cackling goblin still smoking from where the grenade blast had come near them.

Spoiler: OOC

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Move and attack the goblin (1d20+2)[6] damage (1d12+3)[7]


Hucla Thim
F CG Half Orc Alchemist (Grenadier), Level 1, Init 2, HP 9/9, Speed
AC 15, Touch 12, Flat-footed 13, CMD 14, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 1, CMB +2, Base Attack Bonus 0
Great axe +2 (1d12+3, X3)
Dagger +2 (1d4+2, 19-20)
Hide shirt (+3 Armor, +2 Dex)
Abilities Str 14, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 10, Cha 8
Condition None
Bombs 4/5 remaining

[PeacefulOak]

Julian

Muttering something decidedly less religious under his breath, Julian lifts another starknife free and flicks it towards an injured goblin.

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(1d20-1)[12] to hit for (1d4+2)[5] damage

[LairdMaon]

Rolf

Rolf grunts as the small blade strikes true and replies with an arcing swing of his axe.

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(1d20+3)[22] to hit, (2d6+3)[9] to hurt. Crit *2 on a 19-20

[PeacefulOak]

Narrator

Julian and Hucla both attempt to strike their opponent, but their attacks go wide as the goblin ducks down to pick up a fallen piece of meat and gnaw on it.

Rolf's shimmering axe of mental energy cleaves cleanly through his opponent, leaving the goblin with a startled look on its face as the top half of it slides to the ground.

Ozax's orb of acid sails cleanly through the air before the eating goblin leaps up and snaps at the searing orb, letting out a brief wail before the top of its head melts and it slumps to the ground.

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With the immediate threat past, our heroes have a moment to catch their breath. Around you, screams echo in the air and the harsh singsong of the goblins continues to chant doom for the townsfolk. The attack, while surprising, seems to perhaps lack coordination leaving you a moment to prepare.

Julian

Moving to pick up the starknife he can still find (and bemoaning the tragic loss of the first one), the armored priest turns to the warriors who had stood to face this challenge. "Well fought, all! Certainly better than I did, in truth. Are any injured? I feel this is not over yet."

[LairdMaon]

Rolf

"Ah-ha-ha! Now this festival has gotten fun!" He looks around and lays eyes on the gobbo that avoided harm by snatching food, "I see you, ugly! Come see if you fare better than your friend!"

[DrK]

Hucla

Hucla pauses, as the insane goblins fall. A snarl on her face, "Bah, goblins. Disgusting vermin. Little more than animals..." she kicks the nearest body then looks around. "Come on..." sh says forcefully to the nearby others. "There are still screams and must be more of the vermin nearby. Lets get them..." With her lips pulled back and tusks exposed her civilsed veneer is pretty thin and you can see the "inner orc" within as she clutches the great axe happily in her hands and starts running towards the nearest screams.

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Hucla Thim
F CG Half Orc Alchemist (Grenadier), Level 1, Init 2, HP 9/9, Speed
AC 15, Touch 12, Flat-footed 13, CMD 14, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 1, CMB +2, Base Attack Bonus 0
Great axe +2 (1d12+3, X3)
Dagger +2 (1d4+2, 19-20)
Hide shirt (+3 Armor, +2 Dex)
Abilities Str 14, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 10, Cha 8
Condition None
Bombs 4/5 remaining

[PeacefulOak]

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Chaos has swept into the streets of Sandpoint. Goblins gibber and scream as they run amok, slashing randomly and stuffing their faces on food, singing their chaotic song. After a few moments to catch their breath, our heroes ready themselves to take action. A burst of fire nearby catches their attention as a wagonload of firewood for the bonfire blazes into an inferno. Four goblins dance around it with burning torches while a fifth sings a devilish song. The dancing goblins notice you noticing them, and respond with FIRE!

Party, your enemies are 30' away from you and you have the action!

[BelGareth]

Ozax nods to the half orc, and runs after them, he skids to a stop when he sees the wagon on fire with the little cretins dancing around in some fiery orgy of destruction.

He shook his head, things were getting out of hand, and with that, he needed to bring some kind of order. He stepped closer to the half orc, muttering some arcane words, this was a new one to him, and he had to concentrate to release the rest of the spell hidden in his mind. With a touch, he pressed his hand upon her and she began to grow.

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Cast enlarge person on the half orc.

Ozax
HP's: 10/10
AC: 12

[DrK]

Hucla

THe half orc sways on her feet as he suddenly expands rising to a whopping 12ft tall, towering above the crowds and the goblins. She glances at the now tiny Ozax beside and grins widely with her massive tusked teeth. "I like this approach. We can crush them now!" She strides ~15ft towards the goblins drawing an explosive ungent from her pouch before throwing it towards the cluster of goblins before readying her now massive axe!

Spoiler: OOC

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Move 15ft towards the goblins
Throw bomb at the group of goblins - targetting the singing one vs Touch (1d20+4)[15] Damage (1d6+5)[11]
- All within 5ft of him - 6 damage; DC 15 for half

If a goblin approaches me and triggers an AoO from the reach (1d20+2)[3] dam (3d6+4)[15]


Hucla Thim
F CG Half Orc Alchemist (Grenadier), Level 1, Init 2, HP 9/9, Speed
AC 15, Touch 12, Flat-footed 13, CMD 14, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 1, CMB +2, Base Attack Bonus 0
Great axe +2 (1d12+3, X3)
Dagger +2 (1d4+2, 19-20)
Hide shirt (+3 Armor, +2 Dex)
Abilities Str 14, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 10, Cha 8
Condition None
Bombs 3/5 remaining

Enlarge: +2 Str/-2 Dex, Reach

[LairdMaon]

Rolf

"Come to me, gobbo!" He chases after this next fight, relishing the small wound he'd received.

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Let's make that a Run. 20' and another 20' to bury himself in their midst.

[PeacefulOak]

Julian

Having experienced his newly enlarged companions explosive approach to combat, Julian hesitates a moment before walking forth, morningstar brandished to swipe down upon one of the foul goblins threatening the town.

Spoiler: OoC

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(1d20+2)[16] to hit for (1d8+2)[10] damage

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The newly formed group of adventurers surges forward to meet the new threat of fire-waving goblins. Hucla's enlarged state makes the bomb that much larger as the half-orc almost casually lobs it towards the singing goblin. All five of the goblins pause to watch as it sails overhead, the four who aren't singing let out an impressed "Oooooooh..." as they watch it descend to burst in a fiery explosion of doom and destruction! The goblins now all release the "AAAAARGH!" that naturally follows their previous expression as the wave of flame erupts and surrounds them, leaving the four torch-waving goblins tottering and scarred and spattered with the messy remains of the fifth goblin, of whom very little trace remains. The party may suppose that were the goblin wearing shoes, only the shoes would remain.

The remaining goblins scream and break, disengaging and darting away in terror from the party. One of them is summarily crushed into the ground by Julian's morningstar, the cleric having to wrest the spines from the cobblestones having encountered so little resistance to his swing. Another is cut down as it flees by Rolf's gleaming mind-blade, but the remaining 2 disappear into the crowd, though it seems likely that they will be trampled before they can cause any significant issues.

As the party looks around, it appears that much of the conflict has moved on. Goblin corpses are scattered across the courtyard, along with several unfortunate citizens who appear to have been cut down in the fray. In the distance, sword-clashes and faint calls for help can be heard. Much closer and more immediate is the sound of a scream nearby and the frantic barking of a dog.

The sound comes from just around the corner, and the party moves nearly as one to find new challenge. They turn the corner just in time to see a mighty goblin atop a feral goblin dog, which appears for all intents and purposes to be a cross between a dog and a rat, chopping down into a much more normal and acceptable dog sending it to the ground, twitching in its death throws. Several other goblins spring from concealment, having witnessed their leader slay the fearsome dog and now step forward to threaten and encircle a man in rich finery who crouches behind a rain barrel, calling for help desperately.

Party, the goblins are distracted and you have the opportunity to engage unnoticed!

[BelGareth]

Ozax see's the new threat, and feeling emboldened, he steps up, and pulls out a pinch of blue powder, bringing it up to his mouth, he breaths out, onto the goblin rider. The sand swirls in the air and creates a vortex of splendid color and lights, as if a miniature dragon just breathed out a rainbow.

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Moves forward and casts Color Spray 15ft burst, so whatever goblin is within range of that as well.
Will save vs 16 to negate or:
2 HD or less: The creature is unconscious, blinded, and stunned for (2d4)[5] rounds, then blinded and stunned for (1d4)[1] rounds, and then stunned for 1 round.
3 or 4 HD: The creature is blinded and stunned for (1d4)[3] rounds, then stunned for 1 round.
5 or more HD: The creature is stunned for 1 round

Ozax
HP's: 10/10
AC: 12
Effects: Enlarge person [8/10]

[DrK]

Hucla

The half orc grins as the bomb explodes turning the goblins into green paste. "Gods I enjoyed that!" she bellows to the general area, laughing heartily. An amusing display from the currently 12ft tall half orc woman. Hearing more screams she turns to the rest of the likely would be heroes alongside her, "Come on, I've heard more trouble ahead." Rounding the corner and seeing the mounted savage goblin, she pauses, a savage grin on her face, long tusks exposed. Then she charges forward axe raised.

Spoiler: OOC

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Charge mounted goblin stopping 10ft away with the reach (1d20+4)[9] dam (3d6+4)[9]

Hucla Thim
F CG Half Orc Alchemist (Grenadier), Level 1, Init 2, HP 9/9, Speed
AC 15, Touch 12, Flat-footed 13, CMD 14, Fort 4, Ref 5, Will 1, CMB +2, Base Attack Bonus 0
Great axe +2 (1d12+3, X3)
Dagger +2 (1d4+2, 19-20)
Hide shirt (+3 Armor, +2 Dex)
Abilities Str 14, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 18, Wis 10, Cha 8
Condition None
Bombs 3/5 remaining

Enlarge: +2 Str/-2 Dex, Reach

[PeacefulOak]

Narrator

Blasted by the expanse of colored light, the goblin rider along with its foul mount both collapse. One of the goblins to the left of the apparent leader also collapses into a twitching pile, while the goblin to the right quickly shields its eyes. The other two goblins on the extreme right and left appear to have been unaffected.

[LairdMaon]

Rolf

The snarl that comes from Rolf's mouth only slightly precedes his change at the git on the far right. He swings for the goblin as though aiming for an out-of-the-ballpark-homerun.

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(1d20+3)[9] to hit, (2d6+3)[12] to hurt. Crit *2 on a 19-20

[PeacefulOak]

Julian

Throwing up his shield to ward his eyes from the spray of colors, Julian charges forward towards the goblin on the far left and swings his morningstar to devastating effect, shattering the goblin's skull and sending it tumbling to the ground, thoroughly dead.

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While Rolf's attack falls short of striking his opponent, the radiant blast of Ozax's magic leaves the commando with no defense against the massive strike of Hucla, whose axe splits the foul creature in twain, the head of the axe going so far as to dig into the rat-ish dog beneath it.

The remaining two goblins seem shocked at this development and begin to back away, their weapons held at the ready to defend themselves... but those weapons are shaking, perhaps with fear!

Surprise round over, Round 1: Heroes!