THREE HUNDRED FIFTY TWO
(I/C)
“Filthy fucking rodents!” Lyra cursed, wrapping her flail around her neck and then diving at Abraxas, hoping to pull the one off his waist free.
Meanwhile the one around his head with a deathgrip on his hair, the Fighter was struggling to get a grip on its neck, driving his forearm into its face and getting bit and scratched for his efforts. "¡Mama las pingas! Get estes fuckers off me!”
“Come on, damn it!” Brendon yanked out a dagger and vaulted over the leg of the fallen Theystran statue, racing to help out, while Kovid joined in, running hard, hammer waving in the air. “You green filths are slowing us down,” he cried out, “We’ve got more important people to kill ya know.”
“Hurry Lannis!” the Scout called as he charged past the Magic user.
Lannis was jogging up, his rod of Ishtari out, looking at the fighter spinning with two goblins scrabbling all over him, blood flying, Lyra wrapping her arms around one of them legs braced and pulling hard. “I…I’m coming!” He could see the Fighter’s face red and eyes bloodshot, radiating anger and fury. “He’ll probably be REAL mad if I hit him on accident.”
Seeing the rest of the party making their way over to the scrum, Wyn shifted over to his axe and started looking across at the fallen goblins. “I’ll make sure de verte putain are dead, Monsieur Offop. You can go.”
“I’ll get there. I don’t want to crowd out the others, you know.” He put a bit of a jog in his step for two paces and slowed down again. "If he wants my help he'll say so; clean up is a perfectly fine position."
The Cleric had finally gotten a good enough grip (Combative Strength: Lyra White 5 (under 4) vs goblin Teal 14 (over 4)) on the goblin and PULLED. It gibbered in its own language, wrapping one arm completely around Abraxas’ thigh, its other hand hooked into his belt. “By Aine’s Flowing Locks…Let..the…hell…GO!!” With a final pull, its grip slipped free and it wailed as the Cleric pulled the goblin free and spun around, holding it by the leg and waist.
“Gracias!” Abraxas cried out, able to devote all his attention to the lone goblin.
“Hang on Lass!” Kovid cried out, running faster, hammer spinning as he went. It’s head raised sparks at it cracked against the ground and then as Lyra was able to correct her balance and before the goblin could whirl around and grapple her, the dwarf finished his charge and swing (>+6 to hit, Yellow 13) and blasted his hammer right in the greenskin’s skull (1d8+3 Damage, Yellow 4+3=7 Damage and killed!!), sending brain and skull fragments to splatter around him and Lyra. “Gotcha!! Haw haw haw! Look at the mess!”
The Fighter, no longer having to split his attention, wrapped one hand and then the other around the goblin’s midsection, snarling in its face as it screamed in his. “Rrrrrnnnngggaaa!” he roared (Combative Strength: Abraxas Blue 1 (Under 17, perfect!!) vs Goblin White 20 (Over 10, fumble!!) HAHA!) and with ludicrous ease, pulled the goblin off of him, the greeskin taking a hunk of the Fighter’s hair with it in one bony fist. He held the gyrating humanoid up like a squealing pig. “Ahora you’ve e volvio loco!” And then he drove the goblin face first DOWN to the Sanctuary’s stones with a wet crack (1d2 +3 Damage: Blue 5: 2+3 = 5 Damage!). It gasped for air, its nose broken, the sound of ribs snapping like twigs.
“Allow me to help,” Brendon called out, blade flashing. Abraxas twisted the goblin off the ground slightly and the Scout (>+3 to hit, Red 19) was able to bury 9 inches of his dagger into its neck, severing it carotid (1d4 Damage, Red 4 and killed!) and killing it.
Releasing the dead body so it fell to the floor, Abraxas was dismayed to see the amount of hair it had yanked from his scalp and felt his head for the stinging bare patch. “Ugh. Let’s finish this up and then let's find La Dyke-chess and make her mad muerte."
Lannis looked over at the dead bodies and put away his Rod with a smile. “I’m all for that.” He turned back around, watching Wyn who was standing over a goblin breathing shallowly, eyes rolling, covered in its own blood. “You ok there, Lojack?”
“Oui.” He continued to watch, eyes focused on the goblin’s twitching hand. “Just making sure dis one ain’t gonna run.” He crouched lower and smiled at it, watching its eyes flutter and hand curl and uncurl, gurgling in the back of its throat. “Oh look, he’s tryin’ to escape.” Casually he let the blade fall on the goblin’s wrist, raising a welter of blood. “Stop. Don’t run,” he said, lifting the axe and letting it fall again, the goblin rattling at this point. “Wait, we want to parley.” He then let the blade fall a third time harder and the hand was severed at the wrist and the greenskin looked horrified as he flicked it away before he died.
With another whack on the goblin’s neck and then one more to cut the head free, Wyn wiped the blood from his chin and chest and stood up with a shrug. “Can’t trust dem little bastards not to fake it an’ try to run, ya know?”
“Yeah, and I wonder why some of the monster races refer to you as the boogie man?” Lannis asked sarcastically.
“Who knows.” He smiled, “Eets a mystery.”
“Are we whacking goblins apart of heading to where DUCHESS might have bampfed off to?” Kovid asked.
Time now is Day 8, 1:18 PM
(OOC)
XP: 8 goblins @ 20 xp per. 160 divided
1 goblin w./ giant potion @ 140 xp divided
Duchess @ 350 xp divided
Lannis and Lyra – Add 109 each
Wyn add 123
Brendon add 138
Kovid add 153
Abraxas add 168
Killing and checking bodies for 5 minutes or moving on?
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