PBEM - Episode 427. Great Goblin Battle and Fire.

FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY SEVEN

(I/C)

Spinning his hammer and looking over the two goblin’s at their end of the hall, (regeneration d2: Yellow 2: Heal 1) Kovid glanced behind him at the burning chamber and called out, “End the greenies quickly. That fire’s getting big and bound to attract some attention.”

Abraxas looked down the hall at Wyn and Brendon fighting the girl goblin there wearing the magic user’s hat. "¿SeñorLeannisRhymesEsMuerte?¡NoWayJosé!”

“Just die, ye merde fucka!” Wyn grabbed at her, looking to shove Alha’s enchanted sword into her gut but she spat at the elf (>+6 to hit, Orange 2) and wiggled away, getting a light slash instead and kicking Wyn in return. “Dirty whore!” he snarled. He glanced over at Brendon who was also blocking the hall, sword working hard. “Did you say sometin about dead people, du Lac?”

“Um..no.”

“Could ‘ave sworn I ‘ears someone talkin bout dead people...”

“The megalomania you carry from the swamp really has you in tune with everything you shouldn’t know, that’s kinda fucked up.”

“Ummmm….what?”

Brendon sighed. “Fucking Lannis is dead. I suck at being Lannis. I’m sorry Wyn, Lannis would have said something shitty and I’m just not that good at it.”

“Lannis sucks!” The goblin shouted.

“Enough!” The Scout took a short step forward and (>+4 to hit, Red 20, Critical – Max Damage 7 and killed!!!) rammed his sword into the goblin’s face, just through the bridge of her nose. He held her shoulder as he shoved the enchanted blade through the back of her skull, all the while staring into her dying eyes. “Enough. He sucks. We get it.” He yanked the blade free and let her fall. “But he’s OURS to cajole. Not yours.”

“BravoBrawndo!” Abraxs cheered, already hacking out with his Scythe. “NecessitamosFinishEseGobsMuchoRapidoYGetElInfiernoOutDeDodge?” He swung hard, still boosted by the haste potion (>+8 to hit, Blue 16) tearing through the first goblin and a four count of slashing arcs (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 3+4=7 Damage and killed!) that pitched it over dead. “UnOtroSangreVerdeEsMuerte. PeroLaincess, PoorPoorLeancess. ¡LeighnessEsMuerte... ViveMuchoLayness!" He pivoted to the next greenskin but his attacks (<+8 to hit, Blue 4) were not as effective and the remaining goblin was able to dodge and block.

This did lead to Kovid winding up with his hammer and when the time came, swung out two handed hoping to end the goblin fight with a single swing (<+6 to hit, Yellow 1 – Fumble!! 1-2 Lose weapon, 3-4 hit friend, 5-6 stun self: Yellow 3 – friend. 1-3 Lyra, 4-6 Abraxas: Yellow 4 – Abraxas. Damage? 1d8+3 Damage: Yellow 2+3=5 Damage!) however the goblin saw the swing being telegraphed and when the time came ducked low and grabbed Kovid’s waist – pulling him forward and off balance.

And his swing slammed into Abraxas instead. “WHATTHEFUCK?!”

“I am SOOOO Sorry!” Kovid exclaimed, eyes wide, staring at the hammer as if it betrayed him somehow.

“YOUHITME?!WHYDIDYOUHITME?!”

“Big guy, I am so sorry. Maybe…maybe I’m all torn up over Big Brain dying and stuff. And I just…ah fuck it. Accident.”

Lyra took advantage of the situation to vent her fury and frustration out on the giggling goblin that helped the dwarf fumble (>+4 to hit, White 17), her Lolthian Flail cracking flesh and breaking bone (1d6+2 Damage, White 6+2=8 Damage and killed!!) as she grew more and more angry at the plight of Lannis’ death. As soon as it fell, she whirled west and stalked down the hall past the 2 sleepers to the dead goblin girl on the floor at Brendon’s feet. “Do you know HOW EXPENSIVE it will be to REVIVE THAT IDIOT?” She asked rhetorically, pointing at Lannis’ corpse.

She kicked the goblin and snatched the wizard’s hat back off her head, shaking it down at her dead form.”5000 CROWNS. You cost me 5000 FUCKING crowns!” 

Trying not to look at Abraxas, Kovid hitched up his pants and idly wiped his hammer’ head clean. “Um…Let’s grab the pink guy and lay low for a while.”

Time now is Day 10, 7:38 AM

(OOC)

Silence 15’ radius @ NE Corner – 109 minutes

Haste – 23 minutes

Wyn Mirror Image –55 minutes, 1 image remaining

Regeneration potion – 28 minutes.

Continual Heal goes off 4 more times on the “7”’s

WMC in 7 minutes.

2 Sleepers still in the hall. 10 rounds of combat done!

Monster XP: 2 wolf @ 65 each divided

26 goblins @ 20 each divided

Smallpox @ 350 divided

Notes: Brendon and Wyn killing blow on 2, Lannis and Kovid killing blow on 3, Lyra killing blow on 5.

Abraxas…Killing blow on 13. Lol

Brednon add 197 xp

Wyn add 222 xp

Kovid add 237 xp

Lannis add 287 xp (assuming you get alive)

Lyra add 290 xp

Abraxas ass 361 xp

What is the plan?

PBEM - Episode 426. Great Goblin Battle and Fire.

With the death of Lannis and the number of goblins still not at zero, the player running the dwarf who had been holding the potion of Regeneration decided to NOT take a chance and drink it! Good call!

Follows:

FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY SIX

(I/C)

”Thor’s balls,” Kovid swore, reaching into his bag and drawing out his potion of regeneration. He dodged to the left avoiding another swing as Lyra was running up to help, and popped the top. “I was saving this but... green shits aren’t getting me today!”

From the hall, Wyn called out while fighting the goblin there, “Offop’s down! We got one tryin’ ta get away!”

Swallowing the juice, the dwarf asked with shock, “Pink hat down?”

“Yea, the idiot is down,” Lyra frowned, stepping in front of Kovid and swinging her Flail hard, driving the goblin there back (>+4 to hit, White 19). Two solid hits taught it the error of its ways (1d6+2 Damage, White 2+2=4 Damage!) and then the battle was on. Abraxas was snatching up the crossbow and looping it on his belt, body still humming with the haste potion.

From the hall Wyn admonished Brendon, “Du Lac! Stop lootin ye “scout” en help me wit dis bitch!”

“MEDIC!!” the ex pirate called out.

(Regeneration potion: Duration 1d6: Yellow 3 = 30 rounds. Heal? Yellow 5: 2 – Heal 2 Damage!)

"SeñorKouvonosTieneDolorMucho!AltoQueGob!HacesEllaMuerteMucho!” Abraxas called out from the Sitting Room, bringing his Scythe back around again.

“Wait,” Lyra called down the hall. “He’s like... down down?” 

“Oui!” “He’s not talking and there’s a hole in the middle of his chest where his heart used to be!”

Still swinging, Lyra grew pale. “Guys, I think Lannis is dead. Like... really dead.”

“No shite!”

Her features grew angry as the moment passed. “That bitch! I was supposed to kill that faggot. That was supposed to be my kill!”

Abraxas finally ran up, weapon flashing at the goblin Lyra was fighting. “NecessitamosFinishEseLuchaAmigos. DespuesDeNecessitamosDormir. EsQueGobPutaMuerte?" His Scythe struck (>+8 to hit, Blue 8), cutting the wounded goblin full across the midsection and then tearing up (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 7+4=11 Damage and killed!!), blood spraying across the Fighter as the goblin died howling.

“Don’t let that bitch get away,” Lyra called out.

“Trying not to!”

Abraxas then swung his scythe slashwise under the edge of the door at the goblin’s underneath (<+8 to hit, -4 cover, Blue 2), making them scream in terror and wiggle around, but he did fail to hit either one of them.

Wyn and his one image swung hard at the pink hat wearing goblin (>+6 to hit, Orange 14), striking her a few times (1d6+2 Damage, Orange 1+2=3 Damage!) making her hiss in pain, but she refused to go down, eyes darting about, looking for an escape or a way to end the fight.

“I’m going to skin her alive and wear her fucking scalp as a makeshift wig!” Lyra continued to shout.

“Great!” Brendon called back, not seeing an easy way to get a backstab so resorted to plugging up the doorway and joining the elf in hoping to end the goblin girl’s foray (<+4 to hit, Red 2), slashing at her to keep her back but not landing anything more than a few cursory scratches.

(Initiative 6 vs 6 – reroll. Party Steel 1 vs Enemy red/black 4)

The two goblin’s under the door finally (Dex check +2 bonus: Black 3..Black 9) were able to drag themselves out from under the doorway and shaking their heads clear found themselves beset on three sides by the ragged looking Kovid, the murderous looking Lyra, and the blood soaked looking Abraxas. With teeth bared and weapons high, they engaged the three warrirors.

Meanwhile the wounded goblin girl was hoping to slip past the elf and scout, stabbing and shoving (Combative Dex check: Brown 8 (under 4) vs Orange 14 (under 4) PLUS aid by Brendon adds another two (under 6) – denied.) but couldn’t make a hole large enough for her to escape.

Time now is Day 10, 7:37 AM

(OOC)

Silence 15’ radius @ NE Corner – 110 minutes

Haste – 24 minutes

Wyn Mirror Image –56 minutes, 1 image remaining

Regeneration potion – 29 minutes.

3 gobs left – wounded one with Wyn/Brendon. 2 mostly fresh (each down 1 hp) by the other 3. 2 Sleepers still in the hall. Bottom of the round – you guys go! WMC will be coming within 8 minutes based upon possible fire smell permeating the hall – just an FYI.

PBEM - Episode 425. Great Goblin Battle and Fire.

It was going to happen at some point - we had our first unsavable death. Lannis, the mouthy Magic User, died this turn. The party was sufficiently overwhelmed and surprised. Cleric has 2 Raise Deads, but I treat them as a casting time of 1 turn - so they can't raise someone on the fly. And the combat is still going on!

Follows:

FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY FIVE

(I/C)

Looking down the hall, Wyn lifted his sword, motioning to Lyra, “Ooo Priestess, de fighters look pretty rough... cen ye go help dem while we take out deze sleepers? We meet you down dere in a minute after we coup de grace deze idiots.”

“Sounds great,” she said. “Be careful!”

“Don’t tell us what to do,” Lannis barked at her, working another spell, “We won’t throw a shoe or anything.” 

Laughing uproariously, Abraxas charged into the Sitting Room, Scythe held up high, racing to get to the crossbow goblin before he could reload. "¡Jajajajajajajajaja,ElLoboEsElUltimoPorTusPendejos! Jajajajajajaja.” As he ran, hasted and pumped, the goblin in the doorframe tried to stop him (Free attack, <+0 to hit, White 1 – Fumble! 1-2 lose weapon, 3-4 stunned 1 round, 5-6 hurt self, White 3 – stunned 1 round!) but Abraxas shoulder checked him into the stone door frame where he struck it head first and wobbled back, aching and dizzy from the impact. “VenAquiTuCuerpaVerdeMierdo. ¡EsElTiempoPorTuAMorir!" The Fighter swung at the goblin standing on the chair, Morrigaan Scythe slashing and ripping (>+8 to hit, Blue 15) as the goblin tried to pedal backwards and avoid being hit (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 4+4=8 Damage and killed!). However a rip across the chest and a 2’ tear down to the bone in the greenskin’s left thigh had it pitch off and land with a bloody crash.

Abraxas then whipped out his stone dagger and hurled it sideways and backwards at the goblin that had been stunned in the doorway (>+4 to hit, +2 stunned, Blue 17), the heavy chipped blade burying itself into the greenskin’s side, passing through its ribs (1d4 Damage, Blue 4).

Meanwhile Kovid could see the two goblin’s that Abraxas had bowled over with the wolf and had a great idea. Already holding the door up, the dwarf lifted it higher over his head, rocked back a step, and then ran forward, the door gaining momentum as he passed through the opening. “Here fellas!” he called out mirthfully, “Hold this for me. It’s real heavy!” he then DROPPED the heavy wooden portal on both of the greenskins…and JUMPED ontop of the door, leaping up and down (Flat roll: Yellow 11 – 1 damage to each gob and trapped another round!), hearing them groan and moan in pain. “Hahahah!”

Brendon was looking around and then muttered, “fuck it.” He went to the nearest fallen goblin, turned it over and quickly looked it over for anything of value.

“What the hell?” Lannis asked with a frown. “Now?”

“We’re on borrowed time,” Brendon replied, cutting the belt pouch away. “Orcs – remember?” He pointed back down the hall.

“You are a real piece of shit, you know that?” He was still finishing his spell. “You do know the Big and Wide section are still missing in action, is it really the time for that? Maybe we can scout the dead bodies later?" Lannis finished up his spell, “IN BET GRAV!” and a pink dart tore down the hall past Lyra and hit the stunned goblin in the doorway with the knife in his side (1d4 Damage, Pink 3 and killed!!). “Once more, I am the MVP of this group.”

“Whatever,” he went to the next body and did the same. “I’d love to be see Grimtooths face when he finds out what we did now. It would be epic if he had a heart attack in his fit of anger.

Wyn knelt by the sleeping wolf and positioned his Alha short blade over its chest. Whispering low, he said, “Pardon, Monsieur Loup. Notin personal... you just be backin de wrong team.” And then thrust the blade down, killing the lupine.

Lyra was charging up, hoping to get to Abraxas in time, a sketchy looking goblin woman with a sharp looking short blade was blocking her path. The Cleric dodged right and ran on (Free attack, <+0 to hit, Black 1 – Fumble!! Again – lol. 1-2 lose weapon, 3-4 stunned 1 round, 5-6 hurt self, White 6 – 1 pt damage!), and when the goblin tried to stab her, Lyra blocked it with her shield and then slapped the goblin on the top of her head with her weapon. “Sorry girl! Got no time for you!” Lannis snickered at the greenskin as the Cleric ran on, making her growl back at the wizard.

“Oh, Really?” He snorted. “Did I hurt your fee-fees? Ugh, Loser.”

Lyra ran up to Kovid and muttered, “Aine... what the hell happened to you two??”

“Tell me about it,” the Dwarf muttered, still jumping up and down on the fallen door.

Lyra made the turn finally, ran up to Abraxas, and said, “Made it! Aine, Goddess, let’s get a long tern continuous heal over here for my good friend please!” (Continuous Heal, 5 turns of 1d4+1 heal – White 4+1=5 = Heal 5 Damage!) A white nimbus glow settled on the wounded Fighter, easing his aches and scabbing over some of the smaller wounds he was sporting. “That should keep you going,” she said.

“GraciasSenora!”

“What else you green shits got?” Kovid barked out. The goblin that had been the furthest away drew his sword and closed to hit the dwarf (<+0 to hit, Yellow 6), but couldn’t get a solid blow.

Which left only the lone goblin in the hall. She shifted her weapon to her other hand and ran up, spitting in broken Common, “Lannis Sucks!” (=+0 to hit, White 18) She drove her weapon straight through the wizard’s ensorcelled shield with a faint crackle, centered the blade at the base of the “V” of his open necked robe, and plunged it through Lannis’ heart until the blade poked through the other side and he made a strange “Urk!?” noise (1d6 Damage, Yellow 6 – and killed! Like really killed! At -4 – and dead!!!).

She rode him backwards to the ground where he fell a few feet from Wyn, the magic user’s face one of surprise and pain in his death. “Ha!” The goblin choked in a single laugh. She snatched his oversized pink hat off his head, put it on hers, And brandished her blade at Wyn. “Mine!”

“Merde!”

(Initiative, Party Steel 3 vs Enemy Red/Black 6)

She ran at the three Wyns, hoping to get past to the hall beyond, shouting as loud as she could, “GRIMTOOTH!!! GRIM!!!!” while slashing with her blade (>+0 to hit, White 15), popping another of Wyn’s images away – leaving the elf with a single duplicate left. “She’s kilt de Lannis!” Wyn defended himself, “An she be tres crazy!”

As for the last goblin in the hall, it changed its attack pattern on the dwarf who was balancing on the door and scored a very lucky stab (>+0 to hit, Green 19) that caught the dwarf in the weak part of the platmail right at his waist. The blade punched through, into Kovid’s guts, and when the goblin drew it free, a welter of blood followed (1d6 Damage, Blue 5 – Take 5 Damage! Kovid at 1 HP!!!). “Dats what I gots!” the goblin snarled back at Kovid.

Time now is Day 10, 7:37

(OOC)

Haste – 25 minutes

Wyn Mirror Image – 1 image remaining

Enemy had 2 fumbles. 2 trapped under the door for this round at least. 1 fighting Kovid who is ONE HIT POINT. One fighting Wyn at the end of the hall, the same one that killed Lannis and is shouting her head off to attract wandering monsters. Lannis – you are dead. You have 7 days to be brought back from dead via the scrolls Lyra has (which will also consume one of the 5,000 crown diamonds). Bottom of the round – you guys go!

PBEM - Episode 424. Great Goblin Battle and Fire.

FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY FOUR

(I/C)

Hearing the door’s slam echo down to their left, Wyn and his images struggled to try and finish off the goblin dogging him. “Uh... we got more company down de hall. Looks like de closed de door on Dwarf en Salazar.”

Preparing another spell, Lannis gave Lyra a half-hearted nudge and then said with little emotion, “Hey Pharfignewton, uhmm...you know what? I got nothing, something in my heart just told me I should make fun of you. Careful that flail doesn't slip out of your hooves."

Shield slamming the goblin she was fighting, Lyra glanced at the elf and asked, “You doing alright Wyn??” 

“Dis is a lot of verte skins. And dey is tenacious.” He stabbed deep (>+6 to hit, Orange 18), angling the blade up so it slipped under the goblin’s ribcage and burst through the monster’s heart (1d6+2 damage, Orange 6+2=8 and killed!!). He looked in its eyes as it died, twisting the sword as he pulled it free, a gout of blood following. “Just sayin’ we is runnin’ close to empty, oui?”

“I hear that,” the Cleric agreed. She swung the back end of the Flail at the goblin (>+4 to hit, White 11), catching teeth and making it stumble. A follow up of a shoved shield and then two power hits downstroking with her weapon (1d6+2 Damage, White 4+2=6 Damage and killed!!) caved in the goblin’s chest and dropped it with a blood filled gurgle. “About damned time.”

Brendon drew back and fired another arrow at the last goblin in the hall (<+6 to hit, Red 2), the shaft disappearing in the dark before ticking off the stone floor somewhere. “As usual,” Lannis quipped, “It comes to me. IN BET GRAV.” And a shaft of pink energy tore across the hall and buried itself (1d4 Damage, Pink 3 and killed!!) deep and burning into the lone goblin, pitching it backward and killing it. “And that’s why you have me arou…WHOA!” Lannis exclaimed as the manacrystal he was carrying made a crackling sound and energy filled the magic user, reinvigorating his entire compliment of spells. “And I believe I am ready to take on the world again, children. Bojangles, hold my calls. I’m going to be busy.”

“Ugh,” all three adventurers groaned in response.

Looking back down the hall, Brendon (Thief, no roll needed) frowned as he was able to smell some serious burning coming from the Adept room, and smoke sieving under the door. “I think we are on borrowed time, guys,” he said, “Silent hall or not, that smell is going to attract someone to come and investigate soon.”

Inside the chamber the smoke was growing thick and the heat was climbing. Using his beard to cover his mouth, Kovid pointed at the door with his hammer, “We need to get through this door now Big A.!”

“SI!” Abraxas replied looking around. “Pronto!”

Swinging the hammer once, the dwarf stood up against the door and squared off, cocked back and ready to swing. “I’ll get the hinges.”

“Hokay!”

“Can you push through with your fuerte power or whatever? Use the door like a shield if you can hang onto it.”

Shaking his head no, Abraxas picked up the dead wolf by the hind legs and lifted it up. “Thehingesareonourside,Senor! Thepuertoopenstous.”

“Umm. Yeah! So I’ll hit it and yank the door towards me then!”

"Sisisi!SeñorKofflidsCuandoYoCountATres,OpenElPuertoYYoWillChargeALosGobs.FollowAntesDeMe.”

Wiping the sweat off his brow, Kovid took aim at the two hinges and swung (BX Baby, <Str check -2, break the hinges off to open the door, Str 1 – pefect!), the Theystran hammer reflecting the flames consuming the chamber on its silvered surface. The hammer head connected with the first hinge (Need to do 6 pts damage each hinge to fully break it. 1st hinge: Yellow 7+3=10 damage!! 2nd hinge: Blue 8+3=11 damage!) snapping the metal shaft and pin clean off. Without missing a beat, Kovid reversed his blow at the apex of his swing and followed through the other way and angling down at the lower hinge, also ripping it free. “Ha! Thanks Thor!” He gripped the handle as Abraxas lifted the wolf higher.

“Listo?...Uno...Dos...Tres!"

And Kovid tore the door back (no hinges, no roll needed), the weight of it ripping it out of the goblin’s hand who was trying to hold it closed. The other goblins were not prepared and on seeing that he wasn’t getting peppered with slings, Abraxas smiled and said, “Ithinkthislobosisyours! Youshouldleashyourpets!” and then spun the wolf over his head and let it fly (>+4 to hit, Blue 13) at the greenskins outside the door (no chance to getting it to the crossbow guy). It hit the two of them and bowled them over (Dex check: >White 20…>White 18), burying them under the lupine and knocking them off their feet. The Fighter then brought his Scythe around, the doorway bathed in smoke and distant flames, his skin steaming, face covered in splattered blood.

And he said with a smile. “DidIcatchyoufuckersatabadtime?!”

(Morale: 1+2=3 – staying!)

(Initiative: Party Steel 6 vs Goblins Red/Black 1)

Time now is Day 10, 7:36

(OOC)

Haste – 26 minutes

Resist Fire – 14 minutes

Shield – 16 minutes

Wyn Mirror Image – 2 images Remaining

Good job this round! 2 gobs under a wolf, 3 standing with slings/short weapons, one in the sitting room with a crossbow. Sleeping wolf, and 2 sleeping goblins. You guys go!

PBEM - Episode 423. Great Goblin Battle and Fire.

FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY THREE

(I/C)

Pouring her attention on the goblin before her, Lyra worked her Lolthian Flail hard while calling to her right in Lannis’ direction, “NOPE. Nope nope nope. Not saying thank you.” 

Taking aim at the lone slinger/sad goblin mage in the back, Brendon added in the goblinoid tongue, “Only we can say Lannis sucks!” (>+6 to hit, Red 17) The shaft flew out, clipped the goblin in the skull (1d6 Damage, Red 2) and then bounced off after tearing the skin.

Working his own spell, Lannis gave the Scout and nudged and asked, “That was goblin right? Why did you say my name?"

“Goblins and wolves. Literally the worst!” The Cleric proceeded the beat the greenskin in front of her with a series of wide swings (>+4 to hit, White 12), every two in three connecting, and each one of them cracking the goblin with punishing force (1d6+2 Damage, White 5+2=7 Damage and killed!). It was the final two blows to its head the finished it off, allowing her to step up and further engage one of the goblin’s fighting Wyn. “This is some disgusting assed work,” she complained, breathing hard. “I don’t know how Abraxas and Kovid enjoy this.”

"You guys think Bulk and Skull are okay?” Lannis asked. “They’ve been in there a while and I hear a lot of screaming."

Meanwhile working his own spell, the elf gave a sad note, “Wyn doesn’t need any more spells today, right? KAL MULTOS EGO!” and (1d4 images, Orange 3) 3 more copies of the elf appeared around him.

“Ugh,” Lannis scowled. “That’s my schtick, BayouLaBattery.”

From inside the chamber, the fires continued to spread across the room, the heat was intense on their right, and Abraxas could glimpse the approaching goblins coming their way. He played defense while he dug into his pouch and drew his Healing potion, slugging it back in one gulp (Healing Potion 1d6. Blue 2 – Heal 2!!). As it eased some of his hurts, he spun the Scythe about and reattacked the wolf. “SeñorLobo,TuTiempoEsFinito. VayasAhora. VayasEnQuartos. ¡SeñorKovclops,ElPuerto!¡Cerrado,Ahora!” (=+8 to hit, -4 Dam Defl, Blue 9) The Haste potion added some oomph to the Fighter’s assault and he was able to force the wolf south a few steps before sweeping across and tearing the animal’s chest wide open (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 6+4=10 Damage and killed!!), it falling to the ground and dying at his feet.

Meanwhile Kovid could hear the running getting closer as well as the spinning whine of revving up slings. With two goblin’s left in the chamber, the dwarf thrust his arm out and shouted to the nearest greenskin, “Get Over Here!”(BX Baby, Grapple and use as goblin shield, <-2 Str, Yellow 1 – yes!) He let his hammer fall to his wrist loop, and wrapped both of his ham hands around the closest goblin’s biceps, squeezed, and lifted (>+5 to hit, +2 BX Baby, Yellow 10). The goblin cursed and spat, kicking out with its feet at the dwarf as he spun both of them into the path of the open doorway (Goblin free attack, >+0 to hit, +4 grappled, Black 17). Kovid took the blows to his face and chest (1d2 Damage, White 5 – 2 – Take 2 Damage!!)

(Initiative, Party Steel 1 vs Enemy Red/Black 5)

The slinger at the hall fired at Kovid (>+1 to hit, +2 grappling, White 1) and the rock soared just to his left. The next THREE goblins all closed and did the same (+1 to hit, +2 grappling..>Green 17..<Green 14..<Green 2). Two of the stone STRUCK (1-4 hit gob, 5-6 hit Kovid: Yellow 1), both of them rebounding off the wriggling goblin, one of them hitting hard enough to make the snarling bastard howl in pain (1d3 Damage, Red 6: 3 Damage to goblin!). “Huzzah!” Kovid cheered as he looked past to see the crossbow wielding one had climbed on one of the soft chairs in the sewing room and FIRED. “Huzzah…Crap!” (>+4 to hit, +2 grappling, Blue 13) There was a loud TWANG and the quarrel SWOOSHED across the 25’ to slam (1-4 hit gob, 5-6 hit kovid: Blue 4) into the goblin (1d8 Damage, Purple 7 – 7 Damage and killed!), tore through its midsection, and ended the point about a foot and a half from the dwarf’s face. He was rocked from the impact (>Dex check, Grappling, +2 bonus, Yellow 16 – fail) and fell back on his rump, the very dead goblin still in his grasp – but Kovid was unharmed. (knocked down to sitting).

“Thor KNEW there was a use for you useless bastards! Haw Haw HA!”

In the hall, the rear slinger shot off a stone at Wyn (>+1 to hit, White 13), bursting one of the 3 images, leaving two. This then left the melee goblin with the short blade to try and skewer the elf (>+0 to hit, White 6) but none of the slashes or stabs connected at all. The remaining goblin attacked Lyra, the Cleric having engaged it earlier (>+0 to hit, Red/Black 4) but was stymied at her defense and shield work.

This left the remaining goblin still in the Adept chamber, the one who had originally been behind the barriers. With all the other fighters in there slain, he let out a scream and ran for the doorway, crying in his own language at the other goblin’s out there. “Hey!” Kovid yelled, shoving the dead goblin off of him, and Abraxas started to pick his way over the dead bodies in front of him, but neither of them could get to the goblin in time before it made it to the door…and yanked it closed behind him!

Trapping the dwarf and fighter in the madly burning smoking room.

“Fuck.”

Time now is Day 10, 7:35

(OOC)

Haste – 27 minutes

Resist Fire – 15 minutes

Shield – 17 minutes

Wyn Mirror Image – 2 images Remaining

Ok! Hall has TWO awake goblins in melee range and one wounded one slinging further away in the gloom. Abraxas and Kovid – you have slain everything in the chamber but are in there with the door closed and the fire consuming air and smoking badly. The side hall has 4 gobs, all with slings, 1 with a truncheon who just ran out, 2 sleepers and a sleeping wolf. And just inside the sewing room is the last gob with a fired xbow (needs to reload it this round). Bottom of the round – you guys go!

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to most of the combatants, Lannis had finished casting his spell, “IN BET GRAV!” but it was a rather anemic pink dart that flew across the hall into the gloom and (1d4 Damage, Pink 1!) “spakked” against the goblin slinger/apprentice back there. "There's more where that came from!" he taunted the greenskin, while the goblin frowned and sucked it's left hand easing the pain, before holding a single finger up to the wizard and giggling out, "You Suck!!"

PBEM - Episode 422. Great Goblin Battle and Fire.

FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY TWO

(I/C)

“We are close Abraxas,” Kovid cried out, leaping down and leading the fight against the wolf from the flank, Hammer cracking out. “Bathe in the red rain, until all our enemies are vanquished!”

"LoSientoSeñorLobo,PeroTengoMasPerrosQueYoQuieroHandleHoy.” The Fighter swung wildly, his first blows a bit off from his gyrations to avoid serious hurt last round (>+8 to hit, -4 Dam Defl, Blue 13) but were still more than fast enough and sure enough to sweep across the wolf’s back (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 7+4=11 Damage), making the lupine howl in pain from the slice. “TiempoPorMueres.¿QuienNext?" He followed it up with another series of swings (Haste Attack. <+8 to hit, Blue 4) but the snarling wolf had gotten the fighter’s measure and was able to avoid another debilitating injury.

But it didn’t count on the dwarf’s rigid response (>+6 to hit, Yellow 11) and suffered a terrible blow to its flank (1d8+3 Damage, Yellow 4+3=7 Damage!) that had it whimper in pain, favoring its left side from the strike.

Out in the hall, Wyn was looking to take down one of the goblins facing him, short sword leading and slashing. Seeing more rocks flying about, he asked the Scout, “Oi! Du Lac, tink you cen shoot dem slingers down de hall? Or is dat too dark fer ye?” (<+6 to hit, Orange 3) He stabbed and swung, cutting the greenskin a few times, but caught more of the squat one’s jerkin than flesh.

Lyra turned her attention from the goblin she was fighting to the wolf trying to hit her, her Flail cracking down with a rattling of chains (<+4 to hit, White 6) but the wolf was unfazed by her efforts.

From behind the elf, Brendon had loaded up another arrow and frowned. “Can I shoot the slingers in the hall? Are you EVEN paying attention, whadda think I’ve been shooting at?” He fired at the same goblin he had been wounding (>+6 to hit, Red 12), the shaft punching into the slinger’s chest and pitching it back (1d6 Damage, Red 3 and killed!!). “There. One down, happy? Want me to keep on the slinger or should I shoot the wolf next?”

“Always the fucking wolves,” Lyra moaned, “Why can’t everyone have nice pets. Like... horses or ponies.”

The hall behind the wolf had more goblins in it, ready to hurl another barrage of stones at the group. Lannis cracked his knuckles and quickly worked a spell in that direction. "Well, might as well give it a shot, can't carry you people all day, my back is getting tired. ZU!" A pink spray of rose scented streamers flew down the hall (4d4 hd: 4+2+1+4=11!) where it dropped one of the goblin slingers, then the other, and finally the wolf to the ground in a somnolent collapse. “You’re welcome.”

Inside the burning chamber, the wolf, faced with 2 targets (1-3 Abraxas, 4-6 Kovid, Yellow 1 – Abraxas) decided to keep its focus on the Fighter, biting, scratching, leaping, and howling, flecks of foam getting everywhere (<+3 to hit, Yellow 8), but Abraxas took only scratches and little more from the assault. “NicetrySenorLupe!”

This left the 2 goblins with truncheons and short swords to try and take Kovid down (<+0 to hit, Black 13..<+0 to hit, Black 2) but the dwarf took the hits like a champ, shrugging them off while swinging his Theystran Hammer a few times to drive them back. In the hall, the goblin with the sling loaded up another rock and let it fly (<+1 to hit, White 13), bouncing off Kovid’s thigh with a clang but little more.

At the “T” intersection in the hall, Wyn was facing off against the two goblins (>+0 to hit, Green 11..>+0 to hit, Green 20), both of them swinging and striking and stabbing. One of them got a lucky blow on one of the elf’s image’s in the thigh, bursting the copy and leaving one remaining – where the other goblin managed to get a clean swing at its head – and would have been possibly deadly if it actually struck Wyn. But it did pop the last image, leaving Wyn open to face the two greenskins. “No more tricks, Babykiller!” one of the snarled.

The other goblin at the doorway, dismayed at the sleeping companions behind him, tried to score a solid blow on the cleric (<+0 to hit, Green 6) but she contemptuously parried its attempts and fought on, the hallway much less crowded with the wolf currently sleeping.

This left a single slinger, Smallpox’s apprentice, at the back of the dark hall, who took aim at Lannis and called out, “Sucky one!” before letting the stone fly (>+1 to hit, -2 interference others, White 17) where it struck the image in the chest and popped it – also leaving Lannis open at long last. “About time!” it snarled, looping the sling around its wrist as it dropped back half a step and proceeded to start to cast a spell.

(Initiative, 2 vs 2 – tie, reroll. Party Steel 2 vs Enemy Red/Black 3 – took 6 rounds, but the gobs got init finally).

“About time?” Lannis scoffed. “About time for what? For being a dick? What are you casting? Are you casting a spell at me? Is that for me? What are you doing? Hey! Try the Cleric! Cast the spell at her! What are..you…NO!!”

The goblin finished up its spell and a green shaft of pure magic burst from its hand and flew like a shot across the battlefield where it weaved around Lyra and Wyn…and STRUCK Lannis! (Magic Missile: 1d6+1: White 6+1=7 Damage…but wait…Nothing!)

And fizzled away as the Shield spell absorbed the impact – leaving Lannis unharmed. “ARGHGHGHGGHHH!!!!” The goblin howled, dropping to his knees and holding his head in his hands, pulling at his ears and cursing. “MY ONE SPELL! YOU SUCKY BASTARD!!! LANNIS SUCKS!!!!!”

“He seems a bit put out,” Lannis noted with a smirk. “Have no idea why.”

“You do have that effect on people,” Lyra commented.

“Oui. I ‘ave noticed.”

“Totally agree with that goblin there,” Brendon added.

Without the benefit of the images to bolster his defense, Wyn was playing it safe, shield out and sword parrying every stroke and stab that was shoved his way by the two goblins he was fighting (<+0 to hit, Steel 15..<+0 to hit, Steel 2), sparks and clangs from the hits but no solid shots against flesh or skin. Lyra also was offering a robust defense (<+0 to hit, White 13), her own shield and Flail meeting every stroke swung her way.

At the back of the hall, the slinger tried to hit the dwarf again (<+1 to hit, Red/Black 13), which he did, but the platemail deflected any real damage. This left the two goblins he was fighting against to attack him (<+0 to hit, Purple 15..=+0 to hit, Red 18). They tried to tag team the dwarf, alternating the strikes high and low, hitting him in the back then the front. Their efforts did give some results as after 6 minutes of hard fighting and the room on fire and flames continuing to spread, the heat punishing in the chamber, Kovid was hit a few times, further weakening the doughty dwarven fighter a bit more (1d6 Damage, Red/Black 4 – Take 4 Damage!). He was sucking air and breathing hard, but Kovid fought on.

Which left the wounded wolf on Abraxas. The Fighter and wolf were both covered in blood, open wounds, and pain and exhaustion was on both their visages. The haste potion was helping Abraxas from getting hit for the most part, but he was growing weary from the fight, and the flames were like a crackling roar as they marched west across the room, smoke thick and cloying. (>+3 to hit, Olive 19) The wolf did catch Abraxas against the barrier, taking advantage of the position to sink its teeth hard on his ankle, claws tearing at his legs (1d6+2 Damage, Blue 4+2=6 Damage. Damage Deflection = Str Blue 18 (whew!!), Half Damage – Take 3 Damage (-4 to hit next attack) ). But Abraxas kicked and swung and stomped his feet and was able to weather some of the newer cuts, stoically doing his best to ignore them and the slight hitch in his step from the assault.

Kovid could hear something new, and he glanced through the south door. Past the slinger, into the sitting room with the fireplace, he could see 4 determined goblins make the turn around the corner, pointing their way, and pick up speed running north. And the back one was holding one of Smallpox’s crossbows.

“Thor’s Asshole,” he swore. “I think the last of the reinforcements are coming.”

“Thenlet’sfinishthesefuckersoffrapido!”

Time now is Day 10, 7:34

(OOC)

Haste – 28 minutes

Resist Fire – 16 minutes

Shield – 18 minutes

That poor gob and his one spell. Wasted! Alright – with the exception of the few bodies in the bath, this last 4 coming your way are the last of Smallpox’ people. They gave up on trying to get the fucking locked door open (thanks Wyn!) and are hoping to help turn the tide. The gobs don’t have great to hit, better with missile weapons, but their generally poor attack skills have been in your guys favor. 3 bodies are asleep (1 wolf and 2 gobs). In the hall is 1 slinger, 2 on wyn, 1 on Lyra. In the burning chamber 1 slinger on kovid, 2 melee on kovid, and wolf on Abraxas. 4 more coming (will be here next round), 3 melee (with slings), and 1 with a crossbow. You guys go, bottom of the round!

PBEM - Episode 421. Great Goblin Battle and Fire.

I have never been a fan of the mechanic where a fighter can whack a foe with HD under 1 at the rate of 1 per level (5th level Fighter can make 5 attacks and mow down 5 goblins or kobolds or giant rats in a round). It is just disingenuous. Combat takes time and you shouldn't be able to turn on the weed whacker and take them out. Ergo the opposite applies, when you have your coterie of linkboys, valets, and porters - the enemy Ogres and Gnolls should be getting multiple attacks on wiping out the peasantry. Keep it real, it's balanced and doesn't require a "speed up" mechanism. Let the monsters have their chance, and let the Fighters earn their kills.

Follows:

FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY ONE

(I/C)

Taking a quick look back down the hall, happy that nothing was coming that way, Wyn ducked a wicked slash and drew one of his few scrolls out to use. “Hm... dis gonna get worse before it get better... I tink we need more targets fer deze gobs...KAL MULTOS EGO!”(1d4 Images: Orange 4 – good job!) Immediately 4 more images of Wyn appeared, crowding the hall along with all the Lannis images, and making it even harder for the greenskins to pick out either spellcaster.

“Ugh! You are right, Clipclop!” Lannis frowned, “That is the worst spell ever when someone else casts it!”

Forcing the nearest goblin to back up a step with a hard poke from her Flail, Lyra coughed and addressed the Magic User, “Oh my GODDESS Lannis, you bitch SO much!”

“I can’t help if I have the intellect of a colossus. And you should do your job and fix my boo boos!”

“Is that all I am to you guys? The healer?” She sidestepped a stab and kicked out with her boot. “You’re going to have to wait for a potion Lannis. All my baby heals are out. Just duck and cover.” She brought her Flail up and called out, “AINE! BY YOUR MIGHT!” (<Righteous Fury: White 04) The Lolthian Weapon took on a radiant nimbus glow that only intensified as she swung it out at the less stunned and dangerous goblin with the Spinner (>+4 to hit, White 10 – would have hit normally, +2 carried over to damage). The weapon screamed a bit as it split the air and STRUCK with a thunderclap, the white empowered strength added to the Flail from Aine’s will discharging on impact (1d6+2 Damage, +2 Righteous Fury: White 3+2=5+2=7 Damage and killed!!). The Spinner gasped as his skull was caved in and then he hit the ground with a wet thud and ceased to move. She hooked the goblin weapon with her free foot and kicked it behind her with a rattle of chains. “Thank you, Goddess!”

“Well…I could have done that,” Lannis shrugged, working a spell in place. “They seem mad at me. That whole ‘Lannis Sucks’ thing isn't so funny anymore now is it? Let me just protect myself, and maybe a quick science experiment too. IN SANCT EGO!” He cried out, a shimmering shield snapping place around him and then faded away.

On completion he kicked the closest dead goblin a few times in the chest and the side, making Brendon concerned, “Hey! Knock it off, unless you WANT to be in the front get behind!”

Lannis pointed down at the dead greenskin’s jerkin, where a mouse was crawling out of an inside pocket and scampering away. “Just checking, Manmeat, alright?” He pointed down the hall, “Go do something useful!”

“Useful, huh?” Brendon angrily nocked an arrow and fired it down the hall at one of the slingers (>+6 to hit, -2 interference, Red 18), where it hit him high in the shoulder and made it curse back at the Scout (1d6 Damage, Red 4). “Like that?”

“Um…yeah. Good job!”

From inside the room, Kovid was getting worried at the approaching conflagration. “Gotta get passed and over,” he grumbled, seeing the wall grow ever closer.

"Jajajajaja,” Abraxas laughed, noting the fire seemed to be moving a tad slow to his hasted vision. The north side of the room currently was not engulfed in flames. Smiling he spun his Scythe and quickly took three deep breaths, bracing his back foot to run. “SidePocketSeñorKorend.”

The dwarf was not paying much attention to the Fighter, looking over the oil flames and doing some quick guesses. He suddenly grinned and said, “Ah ha!” He snapped his fingers and picked up a greenskin, tossing the dead body into the fire. He then grabbed a second and threw it on the first and just a bit passed it, smothering some of the fire. Not confident, he grabbed a third body and did the same, throwing it on the fire and a bit closer. He could see the barrier beyond it through the curtain of flames. “Alright!” he muttered, readying himself to run forward (<Wis check, +2 bonus, Yellow 8 – yes!).

Meanwhile Abraxas pushed off, running hard Scythe out, holding it as low to the base as he could. As he hit the wall, he turned and planted the weapon, shoving up and out (<Dex check, -2 BX Baby, hit wall, and polevault sideways through the flames, Blue 3 – yes). The bladed end was in the fire, he ran up the wall, jumped hard and trailing fire on his silvered weapon, crashed on the other side of the barrier where he looked south and smiled at the three goblins there who were laughing up until a moment ago.

“Arriba!ComeComeSeñor. SiempreMuchoDespacio. NecessitamosSerMasRapido. HaceTodosMasFacil. MuerteMuerteGobs!" (Haste action, >attack @ +8, Blue 20 – Critical, Max damage 12 and killed!!) He stalked forward, and using his entire body, swung the Scythe up over his head, whirled it around, and spinning 360 degrees, let it hit where it bisected the goblin in half and pitched the front end against his two friends hiding back here.

Kovid ran through the fire, flames dancing next to him, the fire already turning the dead goblin’s smoky, and jumped and pulled , clambering up the barrier to the perch the goblin’s had used earlier. “Come Abrax... oh you’re already over. What’d you jump it, you twitchy maniac?”

“Si! Dosleft!!”

In the hallway, the two rear slingers took aim at the multitude of elves and magic users and let their stones fly (>+1 to hit, White 11..>+1 to hit, White 20). One of them cracked against one of the elf images and popped it, while the second one slammed into Lannis throat…but only popped an image instead. “That would have prevented me from talking!” the Magic User gasped.

“Maybe they can try again?” Brendon offered.

The two in the front swung weapons against Lyra and Wyn (=+0 to hit, Green 17..<+0 to hit, Green 15), the Cleric getting the sharp end of the sword slicing against her left arm beyond the shield, trailing blood from the hit (1d6 Damage, White 3 – Take 3 Damage!) and the elf getting another image popped – leaving him with 2 addition and Lannis with 1.

From the hall, another goblin closed enough to strike at Wyn (<+0 to hit, Teal 7) but couldn’t land a blow on the shifting images and was forced to swing his sword wildly without hitting. The other goblins in the back couldn’t get close enough to engage in melee so they drew slings and let stones fly. Two of them fired at Lyra  (<+1 to hit, Black 9..<+1 to hit, Black 12), both rocks hitting her shield that she raised in place, twin CLANGS on impact but nothing more. The last one saw what was happening in the former Adept chamber and decided to sling his stone at the dwarf perched on the barrier (<+1 to hit, White 14), striking Kovid in the head, but it bounced off the helmet and flew into the flames.

And lastly the two wolves had finally arrived. The goblin in the read whistled and pointed north into the fire room and west towards the melee, snarling, “Attack!!” With baying howls, both animals sprang.

The westward running one weaved through the combatants and with a mounting growl, leapt up teeth flashing and claws scrabbling, trying to get Lyra in the throat (<+3 to hit, Yellow 4), but the Cleric saw it coming and braced herself while struggling with the goblin she was already engaged with, and shoved shield at the wolf, keeping its teeth from hitting and lowered it back to the ground. “Aine damn it! Wolf problem here!”

“Don’t let him buy you a drink!” Lannis warned, “It’s a Roofie Colada!”

The other lupine tore into the fire chamber and raced past the two goblins, leaping up to savage Abraxas’ weapon arm (>+3 to hit, Steel 19). The Fighter could feel the teeth sink in through the back of the bracers (1d6+2 Damage, Yellow 4+2=6 Damage. Damage Deflection, <Str 13 – yes. Take 3 Damage, -4 to hit next attack), but he twisted his arm in time and the wolf’s bite was broken before it could get worse.

(Initiative: Party Steel 6 vs Enemy Red/Black 5 – wow – FIVE initiatives in a row you’ve won!! Dean obviously isn’t rolling)

Time now is Day 10, 7:33

(OOC)

Haste – 29 minutes

Resist Fire – 17 minutes

Shield – 19 minutes

Really whittling them down guys. There are two small batches of goblins left to run up – the ones that were in the south hall (#??), and however many were in the baths (#??). Two fighters on the right side of the fire wall. Silence spell is STILL preventing the ghouls or Grimtooth’s people from hearing. Hobs are not in listening range at this time – so there is still no WMC. I know hp’s and Brendon’s arrows are fading, but you guys are taking the goblins to town. Keep it up!

PBEM - Episode 420. Great Goblin Battle and Fire.

Fighter with a total +8 to hit fighting goblins while under a haste effect with a dwarf backup sporting a +6 on his to hit, was running roughshod over the encounter even though they were cut off.

Follows:

FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY

(I/C)

Trying to shove his way to the front, Wyn tried to advise Lannis, “Monsieur Offop, iffin you have a protective spell fer yer self, now might be a good time fer it!”

"No fucking shit, Glorfindel,” the Magic User responded, going through his spell as quickly as possible, “I thought I'd just take the rest of the fight off after exploding whatever the fuck his name was back there. KAL MULTOS EGO!!" The air around him shifted and there was an outrushing of air as (1d4 copies: Pink 3) three duplicates of Lannis appeared, obfuscating where the magic user actually was.

“Worst spell ever,” Lyra moaned as the 4 Lannis’s all turned to give her the finger.

"Heal me you Carriagelsss Equine,” He hissed at her. Raising his voice he tried to intimidate the goblins in the area, “Did you see what I did to that guy? Did you see that? One step closer and I'll blow you up next!"

Also pushing her way forward, flail swinging, Lyra added, “You heard the little pink man! Heads are going to start exploding next. I’d rethink your loyalty!” She then lowered her voice and growled back at the wizard, “Going to have to keep your knickers up, tall, pale, and sickly. Not healing just yet.”

Taking the busted arrow from the back of the hall, Brendon shoved it through the hole and made a “BWANNNG” noise like a bowstring firing. He then stepped south, nocked a new arrow and took aim down the dim hallway, “Good thing we’re near the bath, Doc is La Machining the gobs in the room.” He then fired at the goblin easiest to hit, the one fighting Lyra (>+6 to hit, Red 9). The arrow struck deep (1d6 Damage, Red 3), and hard enough to cause the goblin to falter in its attack, gasping in pain.

Meanwhile Wyn had his shield up and bounded up on the wall, hoping to slam it at the goblin closest to Lannis (>BX Baby -2 Str, Shield bash drive back goblin, Orange 17 – no) but couldn’t get the momentum going enough to achieve what he wanted. He did take the place of the wizard and multiple copies though, and did his best to engage the closest two (<+5 to hit, Orange 2) but was having no luck for all his efforts.

Lyra worked the Lolthian Flail hard on the wounded goblin, the heavy flanged head cracking into the spear wielding greenskin enough times (>+4 to hit, White 17) to break flesh and then ultimately shatter bones (1d6+2 Damage, White 1+2=3 Damage and killed), the goblin keening loudly as it fell over dying. “Aine says, Stay Down!”

From inside the blocked room, Abraxas and Kovid were plying Warhammer and Scythe on the last of the closest goblins, the dwarf able to give the full output of his attention to the fight now that his face and eyes were clear enough for him to function (>+6 to hit, Yellow 10). The Theystran Hammer churned back and forth at the original goblin who had knocked the wedge free, first slamming it back to the north wall, and then going to town on him with three..four..five solid blows that broke something internally and had the beast slump to the ground very very dead (1d8+3 Damage, Yellow 7+3=10 Damage and killed!)

"EstoyTenerElMejorTiempoDeMiVida. MasSlashes,MasBashes,MasMasMas!” Abraxas was almost crying with joy as the haste potion powered the Fighter through a series of attacks that were too dizzy to track with the naked eye (>+8 to hit, Blue 17..>+8 to hit, Blue 11). “Jajajajajajajajajajajajajaj!” He laughed long and loud as his first blows tore the guts out of the goblin with the short sword, (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 7+4=11 damage and killed!!) guts flying through the air as it spun about and died. “RapidoSeñorKindred!” he said as he pivoted to the next, “NecessitamosHacerTodosLosGobsMuerto!" the silver weapon shredded the goblin’s throat before he hooked it from behind and face panted it on the floor, cleaving its spine (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 5+4=9 Damage and killed!!) and then turning to the barrier next.

“You’re hard enough to understand without the juice potion, Big A,” Kovid said with a grin, flinging the gore off his hammer. “I have no idea what you’re on about but keep going buddy.”

The two goblins on the perches at this time jumped back behind the barrier and the two men were about to step forward when the barriers all lifted slightly and oil…lots and lots of oil, spilled out from underneath, moved in a wave in their direction, and hit a few of the candles that had been placed in front of the barrier.

“Fire!” came the goblin cry as a sheet of flame roared up and consumed the entire midsection of the chamber, the blast of outrushing hot air hitting the two men (Save vs Death Ray. >Kovid Yellow 20..<Abraxas Blue 1..1d6 Damage, half if saved. Red/Black 6 – Kovid take 3, Abraxas take 6).

“Holy shit!” Kovid exclaimed and swung the dying goblin he was fighting in front of him just in time, blocking some of the blast of flame, but Abraxas took the full brunt. The two of them were smoking and trailing small fires on the edge of the cloaks. The flames were over 5 feet tall and filled the entire area in front of the barriers but were crawling westward in their direction as the oil continued to spill out from behind the barrier, spreading about the floor. From behind the barriers, they could hear goblin laughter and cries of “Burn!!”

(Hallway Morale: 1+4=5 – stay and fight)

The goblin that Wyn had bashed with the shield took on the elf with a number of short thrusts (<+0 to hit, White 15) but caught more armor and bruises than any actual real cuts. On hearing the cackling from the hall behind him from the greenskin with the Spinner, he disengaged, stepping back two steps to clear the hall.

And just in time as the goblin was coming out reaching full velocity, the ball and chain spinning wildly overhead as it tried to drive the heavy weapon into Wyn’s face. However, it misjudged where the corner was and (>+4 to hit Spinner, Black 1 – Fumble! 1-2 lose weapon, 3-4 hurt self, 5-6 stun. Green 5 – stun) the steel ball SMACKED the corner, rebounded from the hit, and clocked the goblin in the side of the head, pitching it to the back corner where it slumped against the wall, holding its skull with its free hand and hoping to get its bearing back again.

“See that?!” Lannis said, “Goblin made stuff. Imagine using the gauntlet with that sort of effect. Pretty sure it would make your dick fall off.”

The last goblin from the hall ran past the spinner, mumbling to the stunned greenskin, “Get up! You’re embarrassing us!” It then gave a cry and charged at Wyn, spear stabbing out as it sought to keep the elf away from the stunned goblin (>+0 to hit, Green 18). He did catch Wyn hard, briefly driving the air from his lungs after a solid shot to the gut (1d6 Damage, Pink 2 – Take 2 Damage!) but the elf knocked the spear wielder back with a hard shield thrust and was able to draw breath again.

The last 2 gobs in the back of the hall each drew their slings and the rearmost one told the other, “Take aim at any of the Sucky ones!” And both of them let their stones fly (<+1 to hit, Green 11..=+1 to hit, Green 14), one of them hitting Lannis and bouncing away, the other clocking him in the left shoulder…and one of his images disappeared, leaving 2 besides him.

And from down the hall, we could hear more goblins from elsewhere in the complex of room finally arrive – along with the barking howl of wolves.

(Initiative 3 vs 3 – tie reroll..Party Steel 4 vs Enemy Red/Black 1 – 4th straight initiative win in a row for you guys.)

Time now is Day 10, 7:32

(OOC)

Haste – 30 minutes

Resist Fire – 18 minutes

Spinner fumbled – loser. 4 more gobs and 2 wolves are in the long hall the gobs have been coming out of now. Abraxas and Kovid – fire is going to spread in your direction at either 5 or 10’ during the course of the round (random roll). You can try and force the door open, or can try and run around the fire to get to the back end of the room. 

PBEM - Episode 419. Great Goblin Battle and Fire.

Warhammer influenced my goblins some time in the past, so much so that if you do come across a goblin artifact- your best bet it to leave it alone. For non goblins it has a chance of blowing up, breaking, or just not working at all like its supposed to. But I did not expect to see it get targeted and then blow up the boss. Very cool!

And goblins will play to their strengths - spilt up the party, mass numbers, and missile, missiles, missiles!

Follows:

FOUR HUNDRED NINETEEN

(I/C)

From under the webbing, Lannis was scrambling and pushing, making no headway at all, terrified at hearing Smallpox’s declaration and seeing down the hall, various candles that had been situated begin to move. "Uh, guys...problem...fire problem...Pokey, are you there?”

Lyra stepped up as close to the web as she could get, digging the Lannis artifice doll from her pack. “I got Lannis,” she said, glancing down at the doll and shrugging. “I think.”

“Not funny!” The Magic User cried out, voice getting shrill, “Hey Argo, help, me out here! I'm about to be burned to a crisp...please stop laughing..."

Her mirth was tinged with a grim smile as she was working up a spell, hands pressed tight against the doll, channeling her goddess’s energy into it. “Don’t worry Lannis, I hear burning to death is only the second most painful way to go!” As a white glow settled around her hands she intoned, “Aine, give the ability to resist fire to my pink retarded friend who’s about to get barbecued.”

"Don't say it like that!” Lannis cried out, “The dizzy broad might do it on Brendon or something by accident!"

A burst of protective energy flowed into the doll as well as Lannis who was getting more frantic as the fires in the back of the hall started to crawl over the webs there with increasing speed.

“Burn those bastards,” Smallpox called out. “Prentice! Get your ass out here! Spinner! As soon as you can, hit the hall. Let’s go goblins!”

“Sounds like you gots your hands full,” Wyn sneered, hands working a quick spell, eyes fixed on the goblin artificer. “Let moi shed some light on dis situation! Ye not even important enough to call out by name ye vert little putain de merde. FAIT LUX!” An orange spark of light burst from the elf, passed through the webbing and swelled up aiming for Smallpox’s face (Save vs Spells, >Green 18). The goblin gasped and turned his head just in time as the light spell burst right where his face was just a moment before. He rang off the side wall, dazzled briefly from the spell that was hanging in the air, shaken, but ultimately giddy that he wasn’t blinded.

“You FUCKING elf!” he crowed. “What the hell?!”

“Just die, you li’l puce puke,” Wyn cried back.

Meanwhile inside the chamber, Kovid was choking and gasping, let his hammer fall to his side as he struggled to get his waterskin (1d4 days: yellow 3 – reduce water to 1 day) out and upended it over his face, drinking, coughing, and sputtering in an effort to clear the vinegar. It meant he wasn’t actively defending himself, but the dwarf felt the risk outweighed the trouble. He glanced back at the jammed doorway and called to the Fighter who was still swinging his Scythe, “We can release the door jams later Abraxas! We have more green heads to pop!”

Looking through the hole in the door, Brendon loaded up another arrow , knelt down, drew, and took aim. The target was small, and with Kovid and Abraxas sort of in the way, he was a bit concerned. “Please don’t hit them in the back,” he muttered and fired at the same goblin he had wounded earlier (>+6 to hit, -3 cover, Red 13), the arrow actually striking it in the thigh (1d6 damage: Red 2). It pitched back cursing at the shaft in its leg, and pulled it out, cursing at the unseen Scout through the portal, waving its spindly arms about and spitting wildly in Brendon’s direction.

The Scout smiled and drew another arrow.

Abraxas though continued his one man foray against the goblinoid ground forces (>+8 to hit, Blue 9..Haste Attack: >+8 to hit, Blue 18), his Scythe dancing about him in a silvery flow that made it almost impossible to track. To him the battle was just going a tad slow. The goblins were off a bit in their thrusts, not blocking in time, and took wounds and cuts that he was sure under normal circumstances they would be able to blunt or block – but to his heightened senses under the Haste potion – he was death incarnate. He spent the better part of 15 seconds hacking a determined greenskin fighter apart that failed to move in time (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 2+4=6 Damage and killed) while at the same time engaging another one that was too close to the dwarf who was unable to defend himself at this time, hooking her close to him before sweeping down and dismembering her left foot at midcalf (1b8+4 Damage, Blue 3+4=7 Damage and killed!!). One he had them both controlled, it was a flurry of hard swings that followed and had the next two goblins on the ground bleeding out and dying horribly.

“Jajajajajajajaja!” he laughed, looking around for the next targets to hit.

(Morale, Smallpox: 5+2=7 – Stays!)

“What the FUCK is taking so long!” Smallpox growled from the hall, working up a spell, his eyes set on the elf who tried to blind him. “BURN it!”

“We’re on it, Boss!” Came the call from the hall. “Here it comes!!”

A rippling wave of fire raced across Lannis’ webbing inside the hall, the goblins trapped there crying in pain as they were burned, and then the same fire raced into the hall and tore over Lannis’ position, burning webbing falling about the magic user (1d6 Damage: Pink 3 – both goblins take 3 damage each – Lannis takes NONE (Resist Fire – 20 rounds)).

“And for you, elf! IN BET GRAV POR!” Smallpox called out, finishing up his spell. A magic missile ripped out, streaked across the hall, and struck Wyn in the chest (1d6+1 Damage, Red/Black 5+1=6 – Take 6 Damage!), blowing the elf back a step and leaving a trail of smoke dancing up from his chest. “How about that!? Huh!?” The two burned goblins hit the hall and Smallpox was frowning as he noted Lannis was not only not dead, but was in the process of casting a spell! “Hey..HEY! TAKE THE SUCKY ONE DOWN!”

The 2 goblins, singed and hurting, did immediately engage the magic user (<+0 to hit, White 11..<+0 to hit, White 10), hitting and smacking at him with their clubs and swords, but the enchanted gloves were turning the blows, allowing Lannis to concentrate on his spell.

A third one stepped out and turned south towards Smallpox, the same one that had cast a spell at the party yesterday. A fourth one just managed to hit the hall and turned north, spear stabbing out at Lyra was the next closest in line (<+0 to hit, Black 15), the Cleric blocking the stab with her shield.

Meanwhile inside the room, the goblin that had knocked the wedge aside, turned it’s mallet to the poorly defended dwarf, and proceeded to knock him as hard and as often as he could while Kovid was rinsing his face clean (>+0 to hit, +8 no defense, Green 12). Kovid grunted from a few of the blows (1d6 Damage, Green 2, Take 2 Damage!) but shrugged off what he could.

On the raised chairs, the goblin that had been shot by Brendon convinced its counterpart to try and drive the Scout away, both of them firing at the door, hoping to get a luck shot through the hole (<+1 to hit, -8 Cover, Steel 4), one of them thudding into the door, arrow quivering. The other shaft though (>+1 to hit, -8 Cover, Steel 20 – Cannot critical with cover – 1d6 Damage, Red 3 – Brendon take 3 Damage!) DID pass through the hole and in the hall, the Scout cursed loud as the shaft ripped through his bicep before cracking against the back of the hall. “I am going to remember that,” he muttered, looking back through at the goblins on the perches laughing and capering with glee.

The 2 goblins that had the vinegar bellows dropped them and using short swords, one of them hit the dwarf while the other stepped in front of Abraxas, hoping to catch the fighter unaware. The one on Kovid swung again and again, also getting some good blows in as the dwarf was wrapping up his cleansing (>+0 to hit, +8 no defense, Black 11). Once more Kovid grunted from impact but the dwarf (1d6 Damage, Yellow 4 – Take 4 Damage!) was no greenskin and shrugged off  most of the hurt. Finally finished, he lifted his hammer once again, and took stock of the two goblin’s flanking him.

The one that had gone to the Fighter, was full of hope and strove to land a solid blow, any blow (<+0 to hit, Teal 17) to help stall his advance across the chamber, but he was unable to do so. As the two fighters were planning out their next assaults, they couldn’t help but hear the sound of something wooden being broken on the other side of the barrier where at least a goblin or two was still situated.

And finally at the end of all things, robes covered with burnt webbing, two goblins struggling to strike him, finishing up his spell at long last, Lannis let the last of the eldritch power collect in his palm as he called to Smallpox, “Shazam bitch! Fuck you and your bracelet! IN BET GRAV!"

He fired a dart spell specifically at the ornate artificed gauntlet Smallpox had on his right arm. The pink projectile trailed a spray of light as it twisted up and down and then hit the gauntlet dead on. (1d4 Damage: Pink 4 – 4 Damage to gauntlet! %chance of blowing up: Damage done x 10%. 4x10% = 40% or less. Red/Black 37 – Goblin Artifact Blows up. 3d6 Damage: 6+5+6=17 Damage and killed!!)

There was a brief cracking noise and then the destabilized gauntlet…and Smallpox…Blew up.

“Holy shit!”

Chunks of dead goblin and gore sprayed out in a 15’ radius from the impact site, coating anyone and everything in the area with green skin and blood.

“Is there ANYTHING I can’t do?” Lannis said without a trace of sarcasm…or humility.

(Initiative: Party Steel 6 vs Enemy Red/Black 5)

Time now is Day 10, 7:31 AM

(OOC)

Haste – 31 minutes.

Resist Fire – 19 minutes.

Holy shit – smallpox blew up. Lol! Ok – Spinner hits the hall (and Lannis) this round and whoever is still in the rooms is going to be coming back to the open areas since the door to the south doesn’t open. Right now only morale check is the few in the hall (3 melee gobs and the last gob spellcaster apprentice) since they were the only ones around to know of Smallpox’s blowup. You guys go! 3 rounds in a row you have won initiative! Nice.

PBEM - Episode 418. Great Goblin Battle and Fire.

FOUR HUNDRED EIGHTEEN

(I/C)

“We ‘ave no time,” Wyn whispered. “I will lock de two doors here at de sout’, and fuck it, we go and beat de gobos tru de nord door.” He handed his healing potion to Kovid who drank it down (Heal 1d6: Yellow 4 – Heal 4!) with a nod and silent thanks

“Let me silence the hall,” Lyra said hastily, pulling out the scroll. “Up there, at the corner, so any ghouls or orcs don’t come and get us.”

“That last door Wyn isn’t hitting?” Lannis pointed to, “As soon as the Twin Cobras go in and do their thing, I’ll get that door open and any gobs I see trying to buttonhook left will get a face full of webbing.”

Pulling out a fresh arrow, Brendon nodded and said, “Sounds like a solid plan. Let’s put them down!”

Wyn was already locking the Southernmost door, his uniform helping erect a lock in place where there wasn’t one earlier. Kovid and Abraxas began jogging north, Brendon right behind, as Lyra was marching behind, reciting the words off the scroll. It was burning away to light as the last of the enchantment flew free and a white crackling light hit the back corner of the north hall. She gave a thumbs up and that was all the impetus Abraxas and Kovid needed.

“Killing Greenies!” The dwarf chuckled. “Never gets old!”

“Let’smakesuretheydon’tgetanyolderthen,amigo!”

(Initiative: Party Steel 6 vs Enemy Red/Black 5)

Pretty much at the corner, the two men burst into the former Adept room to see it filled with around 15 goblins! There was a barrier erected along the back of the room from tables, chairs, and counters that had been here, 2 goblins with bows situated on top of the barrier and acting as watchers. Candles were lit all over the chamber, in sconces, on niches, even on the floor in places. The door to the south at the far end of the room was opened and they could faintly make movement in that direction. If Smallpox was here, he was blending in with the others. The goblins were clad in leather jerkins and had a variety of pretty decent cutlery, swords, and spears at the ready. The door into this room, the entire handle and lock area had been cut, sawed, and beaten out, leaving a hole in the door about a foot wide where it would line up with the jamb. It was currently open and there was a wedge holding it open in place, the door seemed to be holding up some metal behind it.

“Look at them all,” Kovid laughed. “Target rich environment!”

Meanwhile, Lyra was hoofing it down the hall to catch up, Brendon already at the door with his bow out, tracking a possible target. Wyn was going to lock the second door where the baths were, but the door was already locked (no use of the uniform charge), indicating that most likely someone was in the bath and using it at this time. He too went to jog north to join the battle, passing Lannis just as the Magic User opened the next door, hands cocked to throw a spell, and seeing…the long hall, also with a few candles lit and spaced about the floor on metal trays and holders, and half a dozen goblin within – one of them holding the large metal ball on the chain the goblins referred to as the Spinner. “This won’t do!” He chuckled, racing through his spell with a smile. "Will you step into my parlor? Said the Lannis to the Bob. I think these gloves are making me want to read dark, emo...tional poetry. IN ARACHNE REIF!!" Strands of thick sticky webbing shot out choking the hall and engulfing the two closest goblins  - as well as preventing this passage from being easily used. “Going to need to call Roto Rooter you little shits to unclog this shaft!”

Kovid plowed into the closest goblin, Theystran Hammer swinging in a wide arc. The goblin tried to duck but got a glancing clock to the head, dazing it. Which made the next few blows easier for the dwarf to land (>+6 to hit, Yellow 8) and had it cry out in pain, then scream, then finally beg for mercy as the dwarf worked it over and (1d8+3 Damage, Yellow 6+3=9 Damage and Killed!!) slaughtered the goblin. “Ha! One down already!”

He glanced over and saw Abraxas was a dervish of flashing silvered steel as he engaged one…two…three of the closest goblins. The Morrigaan Scythe was trailing green flesh and blood as it cut and sliced and carved its way through them (>+8 to hit, Blue 17…Extra Attack: >+8 to hit, Blue 17…Haste Attack: >+8 to hit, Blue 10). The one in front of his couldn’t defend from the multitude of attacks and ended up with its throat cut (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 2+4=6 and killed!!). The next had her right arm severed at the elbow (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 3+4=7 and killed!!) and then a reverse blow tore her femoral artery wide open and she bled out in seconds. And the last was struggling to stay away but Abraxas just marched forward (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 6+4=10 and killed!) and ended up cleaving the top third of its skull off where it slapped against the south wall with a clattering whack.

Total time, nineteen seconds. Three goblins killed.

Abraxas gave a blood splattered grin at the dwarf and shook the gore from his weapon. “IamSOlovingthis!”

An arrow flashed from the open door between the two of them as  Brendon shot (>+6 to hit, Red 10) one of the greenskins perched up high (1d6 Damage, Red 2), making it squeal from the hit.

From the hall and his position, Lannis could hear running feet and then banging and goblin curses as someone tried to open the southmost door – only to find it was locked thanks to Wyn’s uniform effect.

The two on the pedestal each cried out, “Dwarf!” together and drew aim, and fired their bows at Kovid. The first arrow (<+1 to hit, White 2) flew out and missed so bad, it hit the ceiling – a good 5 and a half feet OVER the dwarf’s head. The second shot (<+1 to hit, White 1 – Fumble: 1-2 lose weapon, 3-4 shoot friend, 5-6 hurt self: White 1 – lose weapon) was even worse as the goblin archer laughed and released his fingers.

And the bow flung forward into the battle and he was standing there…holding the arrow still, eyes crossed and trying to figure out what happened.

“I’m feeling real good about this battle so far,” Kovid chuckled. There were three more goblin combatants in place and they moved up to engage the two men. One each was going for the front, but the third was coming up along the dwarf’s left, looking to get him on the flank. The first hit the Fighter with a trio of long sweeps (<+0 to hit, Black 4), of which 2 missed entirely the last one Abraxas was able to parry without issue. The second one was on the dwarf, making some stabs at Kovid’s face (<+0 to hit, Black 10), but he was able to block them easy enough without issue.

It was the third one that feinted a shot at the dwarf with its mallet, and then instead turned and smacked the wedge out of the door. As the block of wood was knocked askew, the metal bracing behind the door was shown to been bent lengths of spring iron that SLAMMED the door closed with sudden quick and punishing force in Brendon’s face, the Scout dancing back just barely in time. And then, two braces attached to the door’s back by pins slipped down and landed point first against the rough stone ground.

“Got it, Smallpox!” the wedge knocker cried out, and Kovid and Abraxas could hear from back there. “Excellent!” Then “Bellows!” was the next call followed by what sounded like spell chanting.

And from behind the barrier two goblins came out, each with a fireplace bellows held in front of them. The bottom of the bellow was resting on a wooden shelf they were each wearing, allowing them to make one pump if need be at full power.

And they pointed the business end of the bellows from 11 feet away at Kovid. And pulled down HARD. (Save vs. Dragon Breath, +2 bonus: >Yellow 19 – yes…<Yellow 1 – oh, oh no!). And stinging vinegar came spewing out at high velocity striking the dwarf in the face. One of the blasts was angled a bit low and mostly soaked his beard and chest, but the other was dead on in his mouth, nose, and eyes – making his gasp and choke and wheeze, vision blurry and feeling light headed from the vinegar soaking through him (-2 to hit, damage, and AC for the next 10 rounds or until cleaned off). “ARGHGH!! FUGGCHKING GHHOBLINGGS!!”

And then from behind the barrier as the spell was wrapping up there was a sudden inrushing of air and “BAMPHING” sound.

And in the hall just south of Lannis’ position was a sudden outrushing of air and a “BAMPHING” sound, and the culmination of whatever spell was being cast.

And a spray of webs blew out from Smallpox and covered the Magic User where he was, choking the hall and making Wyn dance forward a few steps to avoid being caught as well.

“Gotcha!” the goblin artificer cried out, looking behind him and expecting to see more goblins at his back…but the hall was empty back there with part of his forces stuck behind the locked portal. “You tricky, Pinkskins,” he growled.

(Initiative: Party Steel 5 vs goblins Red/Black 3)

“Fuck it,” he snarled. “Burn the webs and toast the Sucky one!”

Time now is Day 10, 7:30 AM

(OOC)

Haste – 32 minutes.

Abraxas an Kovid in the room, dwarf took a face full of a vinegar. Door is closed and 2 braces fell (crude pic attached). Lannis in webs. Hall is silent north – so that is great! 

PBEM - Episode 417. Sucks and North.

FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTEEN

(I/C)

Lannis shook his head as Wyn’s suggestions. "As both the hero of the day, and the most correct about the locusts, I say we go check on this goblin situation.”

The Fighter’s eyes lit up, spinning the Scythe with excitement. “SiSiSiSi,ElGobsMuerenAhora.”

Nodding in acceptance, Wyn said, “H’okay... we go nord up to de old adept room it is.”

Giving Brendon a nudge to go down the stairs, the Magic User said, “Whizzer, lead the way."

As they progressed, getting closer to the Labs, Wyn whispered, “Monsieur du Lac, cen we listen to de lab door, en at de corner just afta de lab door before we move on?” The Scout nodded in reply and motioned for silence as the party approached the corner. At the door, he leaned against the panel, ear cocked, straining to hear (<Hear Noise, +25% quiet, Red 28), but after a dozen seconds or so motioned that all was clear. He did the same at the corner both north and south, and repeated the thumbs up motion when complete.

Pointing his hammer north, Kovid muttered, “Back toward Candella it is.”

“VamonosAmigos,AndaleRapido.”

“Let’s take our time, oui?” Wyn asked laying out the plan. He motioned to the dwarf who took out the map, the elf pointing to the northeast area they were heading back to. “When we get to de door most soud you all wait an den Wyn will sneak up to de next trois doors en take a listen to dem, lockin’ dem on de way if dere be locks in de doors.”

Brendon pointed to the second door and tapped the map there where it was labeled baths along with a doddle of Candella the matron. “If the door is locked to the bath area,” he muttered, “it might indicate someone is in there."

The elf pointed to the two doors past the bath. “Iffin dese doors be closed and dere are goblin sounds but no locks on the doors, Wyn will create a lock on the nordmost door en de middle door.”

“What if they pulled a Bob the Builder issue and took the doors off? Also, didn’t you lock one of them?” Kovid asked.

“Some doors maybe ’ave been swapped out or removed since we locked dem already like de hobs did. So we may ‘ear dem as we approach. I not be listening fer anytin dey be sayin... only to see iffin dey be in de room.”

“Don’t be a hero,” Brendon said.

“MaybeHacemosElFuegoPlanCuandoLosGobsEstanNear," Abraxas shrugged.

Giving the map a last look over as Kovid tucked it away, Lyra suggested, “How cool would it be to set Abraxas on fire WHILE he has haste?”

“That would be cool,” Brendon smiled.

“Nothing could go wrong,” she added, “Perfect plan. Goblins will never see it coming.” 

“And now you ruined it,” Lannis sighed. “It’s doomed.” He pointed, “Let’s go, time and inhalable haste power is wasting.”

The group turned north and made their way slowly up the hall. They could hear odd noises in the distance, goblinoid voices, but nothing local or in the hall – muted like maybe behind doors. At the southern most door, Brendon had the group stop, weapons out, the Scout listening hard (no roll needed) before he assured them that there was no one right on the other side of the door.

Wyn pointed north and said, “Be right back. Quick look and lock. Den we come back en we enter de fireplace sittin’ room... maybe to fight.”

“Si!Grandefight.”

Wyn broke away from the group and proceeded to make his way north, his eyes flipping over to infravision as he came upon the bathhouse door. He could hear muted goblin voices within, letting him know the bath was being occupied at this time. However as he was going to keep heading north, the end of his vision indicated that the north most door was open. And was radiating low levels of moving heat as well as visible light. And the goblin voices were more distinct (nothing to be made out). As well as the yipping and barks of wolves.

“Merde,” he muttered, “Don’t want dem to smell or hear me.” Deciding it might be better to go back to the group, he headed back and let them know of the open door, definite goblin presence at least behind the Adept room and the Bath door, as well as the light.

Time now is Day 10, 7:27 AM

(OOC)

Haste – 35 Minutes

No way of knowing if the door is still on the hinges or not. And didn’t make the 2nd northmost door – too close to the other and would generate a listen/sense from the wolf(ves?) within. Right now you guys are not noticed. And all at Southmost of the 4 doors.