Cato continued towards the guardsmen, who obviously needed assistance.  With a casual motion, he flicked his hand at the goblin nearest to him, a dart of acid speeding toward the small creature.  Despite the emotions of combat, Cato felt more sure of his attack then he remembered feeling in the midst of battle with the Hellknights.


Standard Action: Acid Dart at nearest goblin
Move Action: Move 30' toward Kellan
16:09, Today: Cato Crispin rolled 18 using 1d20+3. Ranged Touch + Bless.
16:10, Today: Cato Crispin rolled 5 using 1d6. Damage Roll (if needed).

Liseth saw that the blessing she just emitted seemed to have given the guardsman a second wind; but she was suddenly startled when an unexpected arrow instantly killed the goblin that had given him his wound.  She didn't like having to see the goblin die, but at least now it can't try to kill anyone else...

She still wanted to try to heal the wounded guardsman, but that goblin is still up there...for the moment he seems to be doing well enough on his own; so long as more goblins don't show up right away.   Liseth starts moving closer to them so that she can heal him the moment that the goblin isn't a threat anymore.

But then she remembered that goblins are attacking everywhere, not just the guardsman.  Liseth looked all about to see if there is anyone else that is hurt or might be dying.

Move Action: Move towards Kellan and his goblin (staying at least 15 feet away from the goblin)
Standard Action: Cast Stabilize on anyone nearby who might be dying or unconscious (25 foot range)

If there are no people or animals nearby that need to be stabilized, Liseth will cast it on a dying goblin instead.

"You little thieving, badger bumping, monkey."  Or it was something like that the gnome muttered to herself as she spied the goblin coming out of the tent with an armload of loot.

"Kellan Storval!" Pisca called out first to draw the attention of the guardsman.  Then she let her rapier fall to the grass and moved a bit forward of it before taking the bow from her back and loosing an arrow.  She frowned even as the shaft whistled through the air.  Even if the Gobbie was caught off guard, the arrow would still likely just lodge itself in his armor.

The Gobbie, or so went the Lore of Pisca, (unlike other Right-Sized peoples) had always been know as a savage and highly aggressive creature.  This one would no doubt spring to the attack.  Pisca of the Frontier Tribal Scouts, prepared herself for the charge by fixing the Gobbie with her steely gaze and delivering a wet raspberry in its direction.

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Drop Rapier
5ft step toward goblin coming out of tent
Draw bow
12:57, Today: Pisca Neep Freemish rolled 13 using 1d20+6. Bow (+3 +1Bless +1AL +1PointBlank +1vsGoblins).
12:59, Today: Pisca Neep Freemish rolled 6 using 1d4+2. Damage - Just in Case (+1 AL +1PointBlank).

Note:  I forgot to add +1 vs Goblins on the dice board.

Archaeologist's Luck 7/8
Arrows -1

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Kellan can actually see his goblin opponent start to have second thoughts as his companion dies to an arrow and he is forced to face the towering guardsman alone.  Unfortunately thinking is a difficult task for a goblin, and those thoughts are quickly driven out of his head by Kellan’s poleaxe, which splits the goblin’s head in two almost to the neck.  He collapses to the ground, quite dead.

Meanwhile, Cato’s bolt hits the food-carrying goblin as he emerges from the tent, covering him in acid.  The goblin screams in pain, dropping the supplies and hopping around, trying to get the acidic substance off of himself but only succeeding in burning his hands.  He bends over in pain, which turns out to be the best thing he could have done; Pisca’s arrow whistles over his head.  The goblin looks up, seeing both an acid-throwing longshanks and a small, determined-looking, bow-wielding Pisca Neep Freemish mocking him with what he thought must be some sort of insulting gnomish tongue-noise.  Thinking better of his original plan, and perhaps realizing that discretion is the better part of valor, the goblin immediately turns tail and runs as fast as his little green feet will carry him in the direction of the Northern Gate.

As Liseth scans the nearby area for casualties who might need assistance, she sees a woman lying on the ground in what looks like a very-unhealty state, as evidenced by the blood beginning to pool next to her.  Liseth casts her stabilizing spell, realizing as she does so that the woman is Katrine Vinder, the shopkeeper from whom Kerr had bought her treasured Heily figurine!  The injured young woman moans at Liseth’s divine intervention, looks around to find the source of her healing, smiles gratefully at Liseth, then falls into what seems to be a peaceful unconsciousness.

OOC:  Combat is concluded (for now).  You are all now gathered near the southeast corner of the market square, close to the raised dais from which the speeches had been given earlier in the day.  As far as you can tell, you four are the only ones left in the square.  Whoever assisted Kellan with the goblin-killing arrow is nowhere to be seen.  There are distant sounds of fighting, but for now your immediate area is peaceful.

I’m going to be pretty uncommunicative this weekend, as per normal, but if you guys like you can take this opportunity to discuss the attack, introduce yourselves to each other, freak out, or do whatever else you think is in character.  :)  We’ll move on to the next stage of the goblin assault Monday.

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Liseth was glad that she found Ms. Vinder in time.  She knew that if someone bled out too much she isn't strong enough to do anything to help them.  Liseth managed to put on a weary smile when the other woman looked towards her, even though she didn't feel like smiling at the moment.

But the guardsman was still bleeding.  Liseth walked slowly towards him while trying her best to avoid the brutalized goblins; while also averting her gaze from the corpses.  It was obvious that the small teenaged girl was intimidated by the much larger man; the blood covering his weapon didn't help.

Liseth looked up at him, her hands held at her chest, "Um...Ms. Vinder needs help,"  She points to the unconscious form of the now-stabilized woman, "And you're bleeding.  I can make that better...if you want."

Kellan was breathing hard, really hard and he felt like he wanted to either vomit or go to sleep. He had been in a few school yard fights growing up, but nothing that would prepare him in the least for fighting for his life. He was leaning on his pole axe, the sickening and overwhelming smells of battle permeating the air as he tried to recover his breath. He was dimly aware that the gnome had called his name, that he needed to reply to her.

The pain was growing stronger, sharper, more urgent as the adrenaline ebbed and he found himself not wanting to touch or even look at the throbbing wound. He had not had time to be afraid before but he suddenly realized just how easily the blade could have ended life. He seemed focused on the goblin he had just slain as Liseth approached.

He did not seem to hear her at first but slowly raised his head and tore his eyes from the mangled creature to meet her own. At once his features softened and he broke into something of a relieved expression as if she had banished the horrors of the day with her mere presence, just the very hint of a smile forming at the corners of his lips as he beheld her. He did not seem to realize how he looked just then, disheveled, pale, with viscous blood dappling his features and staining his gloves as it ran from the blade down the haft.

"I...ah" he began but broke off as he coughed "We should...see to her then" he nodded a little as he seemed to consider the situation, looking over to Pisca and Cato with a grateful expression before turning back to Liseth "You should really be someplace safe, they could be anywhere..." He suggested as he walked towards Ms. Vinder's supine form "You are Father Zantus's new acolyte? I've seen you around...I'm Kellan, Kellan Storval" introducing himself as he kneeled near Ms, Vinder, obviously good willed but not seeming to know much of medicine.
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"Wait...Mr Storval!"  The obvious pain that Kellan was in filled Liseth with concern.  She hurried to follow him to Ms Vinder, her cursed legs causing her to limp behind the Sandpoint guard.  She stopped next to him where he kneeled and paused for a moment to steady herself again, "Ms Vinder will be okay.  She was bleeding but I stopped it.  She's just sleeping now..."

Now that he is kneeling, Liseth is able to get a much closer look at Kellan's wound.  She frowned as she peered at the broken armor links and blood drenched padding beneath it.  After a glance at Kellan's face in case he might object, Liseth tentatively reached her hand up to touch the gash on his shoulder.  She closed her eyes as her hand started to glow with divine energy and gently traced the path of the injury with two fingers.  The gash closed as Kellan's flesh knitted itself back together; after Liseth withdrew her hand all that was left was a mildly sensitive red mark on his skin.

She opened her eyes again and let out a breath.  Liseth took a step backwards and then curtsied in her robes, "My name is Liseth Thoradin."  She straightened up again, "We should get Ms Vinder somewhere safe.  Into the Cathedral; that's where Father Zantus went, I think."  And Kerr should be in there too...

There was a sudden, sharp intake of breath from her when Liseth came to a sudden realization, "What if there are goblins in the Cathedral too!?  Mr Storval, we have to go and save Kerr!"

Freudian slip?

10:48, Today: Liseth Thoradin rolled 5 using 1d8+3. Cure Light Wounds on Kellan.

Boo on low healing rolls.  Kellan is almost all fixed up.

"We need to go where the gobbies are," said the gnome.  After returning to sweep her rapier up off the ground and stick it in its sheath, she trotted the remaining distance to the young Kellan Ogre Stomp and a human woman.  "You can fight."  The gnome in the oversized hat pointed.  "And you can heal.  We need to go to the exact opposite of safe and throw these little soiled badger bottoms out."

"I'm Pisca Neep Freemish, by the way."  Pisca Neep Freemish lifted her nose in the air as though to scent the presence of nearby goblins.  "Where are you, you little chatter animals?"

"Oh.  I saw that by the way," said the gnome, breaking from her sounding of the breeze to address the young bearded hummie.  "Foosh *plat*.  Nicely done."  She mimiced the gestures that the human had performed and repeated the sound.  "Foosh *plat*."

"You know what I'm thinking?"  Asked the gnome rhetorically.  "I'm thinking that this ... all this ... "  And she waved her hands about to include the entirety of the pandemonium that the town had become.  "All of this is highly suspect.  Gobbies don't attack towns.  Maybe a farmhouse.  In small groups.  Not in these numbers."

"One there.  One there.  Another one over there."  Pisca eyeballed the various downed gobbies taking in the markings that would identify which tribe or tribes they belonged to.  "You see, gobbies don't arrange things very well.  They couldn't arrange a shrubbery let alone organize an attack like this."

"There's something behind this beyond simple fear, surprise, and the theft of armfuls of packaged goods.  Maybe you're right, Lys," she said addressing Liseth.  "It may not be a coincidence that this single great attack is coming at the same time as the opening of your new Cathedral.  If so, they'll probably try to burn it."

"But let me make sure."  And the gnome returned to scenting the breeze for goblin signs, or perhaps for the smoke that can only come from the licking flames of coincidence.

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12:54, Today: Pisca Neep Freemish rolled 17 using 1d20+6. Perception.  To find greatest concentration of goblins.
12:58, Today: Pisca Neep Freemish rolled 17 using 1d20+9. Knowledge Local (Goblin Lore).  Identify the goblin tribe or tribes.

Edited: to identify the goblin tribe or tribes.

Archaeologist's Luck 7/8
Arrows -1
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Kellan closed his eyes as the pain waned then all but disappeared at Liseth's touch. Breathing a lot more easily now he opened his eyes then looked down to examine what was left of the wound, smiled in relief then looked to her as he stood "That's much better, thank you Liseth" he bowed his head a little in appreciation than looked to the colorful little gnome.

"Pisca, I recall you speaking with the Barett's, that arrow was sorely appreciated" glancing back to where the goblin lay with a arrow shaft embedded in it's melon of a head, seeming to believe that she was the one who loosed it "You're quite a shot...and your spell weaving friend is certainly no slouch either" a nod towards Cato. "I think you both may be right, people will be flocking to the Cathedral for protection in any case, so it would only make sense to secure it before they arrive"

He looked towards the Cathedral "As you said Pisca, I have never heard of a Goblin attack on such a scale...you seem to know a fair bit about these ankle biters?" Now looking to her

"Ankle biter???"  The gnome paused in her exploration of the wind.  Her hands went to her hips and her foot began a tap-tap-tap.  "Listen Beam Banger, you are this close to poking your eye out with a weather vane.  Gobbies may be filthy little mouth breathing nonsense monkeys, but at least they're Right-Sized.  Alright?  Are we clear on that?"

"*sigh*" the gnome sighed and rolled her eyes toward the brim of her hat.  "So now that we have that out of the way, yes.  I know a bit about your Ankle Biters.  Gnomes know everything about everything and nothing about the things that nobody wants to know anything about."

"First thing you should know is that gobbies like to climb up on things and jump down on people from above.  But I guess you already found that out.  So, as Big a Person as you may be, don't forget to *look* *up*."

"*sigh*" the gnome sighed again but this time more exhasperately than before.  "Now hold on will you, while I try and figure out whether they're trying to draw us into a clever ruse by making us think that they're going to strike at the Cathedral when they're actually not."

Cato approached the group. He felt exhilarated, almost giddy at the brief action and danger. Some of it was adrenaline, but some of it was the realization of how much he missed his early days with the Hellknights, before the influence of the new commanders had perverted the Order. A look around him reminded him that there was nothing to be happy about this day. People lay injured, perhaps dead. Though it certainly was lucky enough for Sandpoint that people like the four them were present to drive off these goblins.

Cato nodded at Kellan in appreciation. "Thanks for the work that you did. That pole arm of yours is quite deadly. And thank Desna for your armor. I certainly wouldn't be talking had a goblin done that to me."  Cato studied the guardsman with a critical eye. Initially, Cato had been worried about shock from the injury and blood loss, but Liseth's spell seemed to have repaired most of the damage.   He addressed the acolyte. "It's doubly good luck that you were here and had the presence of mind to keep your wits about you. You've saved at least two lives so far."

"I'm Cato, by the way. Assistant to Brodert Quink, the town's sage. I'm glad we have someone here with knowledge of goblins," he said, nodding at Pisca. "I'm happy to hear any suggestions you might have for securing the rest of the town."

Liseth's closed hands went back up to her chest when the two others approached.  She whispered a response to Kellan's thanks, "You're welcome," before listening to what everybody has to say.

When it was mentioned that the goblins might be here to burn down the new Cathedral, Liseth's hands shot up to cover her mouth in shock.  "Burn it!?  But all those people that ran in there when the goblins attacked..."  Her eyes widened at the thought while her words trailed off.

She bit her lip when everyone continued speaking, and Liseth looked down at the prone form of Ms Vinder.  If the goblins did want to attack the Cathedral, then it wouldn't be safe for them to bring her there.  But where else could they take her?  If they left her where she was, any number of bad things could happen to her.  Liseth might be able to wake her up by fixing her wounds, like she did with Kellan.  But if they can find a safe place to bring her, it would be better to let her sleep until the goblins were driven away.

Realizing that she was being spoken to, Liseth looked up at Cato.  She felt abashed by his words, as indicated by the red tinge suddenly spreading through her cheeks.  The diminutive girl looked down at her feet when she answered, "That's a nice thing for you to say, Mr Cato; but I wanted to run away along with everybody else.  I was never so scared before in my whole life.  But I can't.  Run I mean; not very fast.  I was just afraid that they might single me out if they saw me try..."  She rubbed her hands together uneasily with her admission.
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"One.  Two.  Three."  The gnome pointed to three goblins in turn and shook her head.  Even though she'd speculated upon the possibility it was something altogether different to have confirmation right there before her eyes.  "There are five tribes local to the Lost Coast," she said to their little impromptu cadre of goblin fighters, "and I see three separate tribes right here in this area alone."

"It would take an unusually strong leader just to make two tribes work together.  Here we have three.  Maybe even five!  This ... "  The gnome in the big hat began pacing.  She took slow and deliberate steps in time to her musings.  Her wanderings took her to different spots where she would stop and either deliver a comment to one or the other of the three humans that she found herself with, or to speculate to a spectral, most certainly invisible, fifth person.  "This doesn't happen but once in ... well, once in a long time."

"They could be here for the Cathedral.  Or they could be here for the butterflies.  You can never tell with gobbies.  Have you ever seen the things they eat?  But if they are here for the consecration of the cathedral, you'd have to wonder how it is that they knew today was to be the consecration?  It's not as though the gobbies frequent the local inn or that they come into town to chat with the fishwife.  They'd have to have help, or otherwise find out from a non-gobbie.  Someone who's not a goblin, someone willing to work with them.  Not many people like that."

"Or, they could just be here for the Swallowtail Festival.  They probably know that it happens every year.  Some gobbies even know what a calendar is.  The leader will be important.  The leader is what's keeping them together.  Making them dangerous.  Kill the leader.  Or, make them believe the leader is dead, and they'll scatter."

"So, here's what the gnome thinks," pontificated Pisca, "I'm not so sure that the gobbies are here for the Cathedral.  Not anymore.  I hear fighting down near the Undercliff Bridge.  That way," and Pisca pointed to the southeast and the nearby bridge the spanned the Turandarock river.  "There's more a little further off.  Southwest toward the center of town.  I also smell smoke from the Northern Gate."  And here, Pisca points to the northeast.  "But I don't hear any fighting from that direction.  We're near the Cathedral anyway.  Lets make sure that the people at the Cathedral are alright and that the they're warned that there could be a major attack against them.  If they seem alright, we can run as fast as we can to one of those other places and help out there."

"Who's for going with what the gnome suggests," she asked?  And Pisca raised up her own hand.

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Knowledge Local please to determine what places of importance would be in either of those two locations.  Anyone we know live in either of those places?

Edited for a more precipice description of the detected areas of fighting.
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While you have managed to clear out the goblins in the immediate vicinity, from the sounds of fighting it is clear the attack is not over.  As you are discussing how best to take the fight to the goblins, a group of them obligingly bursts in to the square from High Street (to the south) and immediately begins running towards the cathedral.  They have armed themselves with burning torches, which they are wielding with a maniacal delight, and have the support of one of their hideous warchanters, who starts up “The Goblin Song” again as soon as she spots you.  The goblins themselves shriek with glee and move directly towards you, waving their flaming brands to the beat of her terribly-catchy tune.

OOC: Tactical situation – You see three goblins armed with flaming brands moving directly toward you, approaching from the southwest. . . at this point they are all three abreast, about 30’ away.  The warchanter is staying about 10’ behind the flame-wielding goblins, and as they close you can see she is holding a whip which she cracks over their heads to accentuate her tune

Roll for initiative.  The goblins rolled a 17, so if you roll that or higher please post a combat action as well.

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Kellan seemed a little abashed by the gnomes response before he offered Cato a hand and a nod. Listening to Pisca's theory on the current situation he nodded a little as she expounded on the habits of the species, now and then glancing to Liseth and Cato as he caught his breath.

Just when it seemed he was ready to weigh in with his own suggestion, the tune of the goblin Warchanter reached his ears.

"Well met, I..." He paused and turned towards the quartet entering the square, brands ablaze.

"Here they come again! " he called out,  a knowing look to Liseth as if to reference her previous plea to save those within the nearby Cathedral. Hefting his pole axe he prepared to move out in front of the group.

17:10, Today: Kellan Storval rolled 6 using 1d20+2. Initiative.

"What?"  The gnome looked up at the big hummie guard, the word 'What' writ clear across her face.  "Who's coming a ... WAH!"

"Here they come again! "

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17:06, Today: Pisca Neep Freemish rolled 15 using 1d20+4. Initiative.

Cato smiled as the gnome worked through her one-sided dialogue. He was about to raise his hand when he spotted the goblins approaching the cathedral. Something must have alerted Cato to the oncoming threat a split second before anyone else, because before anyone else had reacted, he already had a hand in his spell component pouch, and arcane energy buzzing at the front of his mind.

He tossed out the sand, muttered "somnus", and cast the sleep spell at the group of goblins. Glancing quickly at the well-armored Kellan and the vulnerable Liseth, Cato stepped in front of the acolyte, trusting in his Mage armor to keep him safe from any goblins that remained awake.

"Look's like the goblins made the decision for us!  We need to protect the cathedral!"

21:54, Today: Cato Crispin rolled 26 using 1d20+6. Initiative.
Standard: Sleep DC 14
Move: Step between Liseth and goblins.

With all of the reflexes of a frightened girl, Liseth visibly jumped when she heard the goblin chant start up again.  Turning around to see Cato already standing between her and the little monsters, she carefully peeked around him to see the situation; letting out a small cry when she saw the flaming torches that the goblins wielded.

23:08, Today: Liseth Thoradin rolled 3 using 1d20+1. Initiative.

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Cato heroically stepped between Liseth and the goblins, gesturing as he uttered the arcane words that he hoped would usher their opponents into a forced slumber.  Immediately two of the goblins stumbled, crashing into the ground with the force of their forward momentum, fast asleep.  The excitable remaining goblin, failing to notice his colleagues' involuntary naptime, ran forward, leaping at Cato (since he didn't fancy leaping into Kellan's poleaxe), waving his firebrand, and generally having as wonderful a time as one could possibly have during a life-or-death combat.

But the good times were not to last; the goblin shrieked his frustration as his firebrand was nearly knocked from his hand as it hit the mystical field currently surrounding the wizard's body and shielding him from harm.

The warchanter, meanwhile, shocked by the fall of 2/3 of her cohort, stopped next to one and shook him awake, all the while looking daggers at her opponents and continuing to wail what passes for inspirational goblin music.

OOC: Current tactical situation - Goblin 1 asleep 30' away from the party, the warchanter and Goblin 2 30' away from the party, and Goblin 3 engaging Cato.

Current tactical map (let me know if you think this is wrong):

---1W2----  W =     Warchanter
----------  1,2,3 = Goblins
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---K-C----
----PL----

Combat actions from the four of you, please.

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"Ha!"  The gnome threw up her hands as two of the three fire carrying gobbies fell to the ground fast asleep.  "That should slow them down a bit, Cato."

Pisca then took center stage, coming around Ogre Stomp to where all three of the non-sleeping goblins could see her.  Again she began the droning hum.  This time the sweep of her arm encompassed all four goblins, but instead of speaking to all four, she chose only one who had come under the influence of her spell.  "I need speak to Big Chief," she said in Goblin.  "Tell me what him name again?"

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Cast Hypnotism (6HD of Creatures.) on All goblins.  Will vs DC15 or be Fascinated.  Range 25ft.  (Gobbies get +2 to Will Save in combat. +1 for Bard song.)
15ft Move to place NW of Kellan.

03:39, Today: Pisca Neep Freemish rolled 6 using 2d4. Hypnotism HD.
06:23, Today: Pisca Neep Freemish rolled 3 using 2d4. Hypnotism Rounds.

Archaeologist's Luck 7/8
Arrows -1

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“That stupid question,” the suddenly-fascinated goblin-that-had-just-been-attacking-Cato says, dropping his firebrand and staring at Pisca with fascinated fascination.  “Mosswood tribe chief is Big Gugmut.  Everyone knows that!”  The goblin’s voice drops to a whisper.  “He’s half-hobgoblin.”  The goblin nods soberly at Pisca, as if they are sharing a very, very secret secret.

Then he stares at her some more.  The wakeful goblin and the Warchanter seem unaffected, however.

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Kellen watched in muted wonder as the magical spells began ravaging the goblin band. They proved so distracting in fact that the guardsman seemed to miss the goblin flanking him to get at Cato. Jogging over in a kind of armored shuffle he lowered his Poleaxe and  thrust at the goblin menacing the young Wizard.


HP: 12/13
Move: To in front of Cato/Liseth, 10' from Goblin 3
Standard: Reach attack on Goblin 3
09:19, Today: Kellan Storval rolled 7 using 2d4+3. Guisarme damage Goblin 3.
09:18, Today: Kellan Storval rolled 10 using 1d20+4. Critical Confirmation.
09:17, Today: Kellan Storval rolled 24 using 1d20+4. Reach attack on Goblin
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Liseth felt herself release a breath that she didn't know that she was holding when the goblin's firebrand bounced off of Cato's magical armor.  She almost took a step backwards to try and get further away from the goblin, but stopped herself; perhaps realizing that she would be too exposed if she did.  And that if Cato did get hurt, she would need to be close to him in order to heal him.

From her spot behind Cato, Liseth watched as Kellan flanked the goblin with his poleaxe.  With a grimace she pulled her head behind Cato before what she knew was going to happen did happen; then peered from his other side to the goblins still far away.  Liseth wanted to help, but she knew that she could never help in the same way as Kellan...

Then an idea struck her.  That goblin chanter would make their goblin minions keep attacking, she's sure.  So maybe Liseth can do something about their flaming torches...

She raises her arms into the air, "Gozreh, The Wind and the Waves, send a torrent to douse the flames of these enemies who threaten your new place of worship."

I'm readying Create Water, holding the spell from completing until one of the goblins with a torch moves closer.  Since my range with it is only 25 feet.  Maybe two gallons of water dropped on his head will dampen his hostility.  Or at least douse his torch.

Also, I'm pretty sure that I recall Gozreh being mentioned as one of the deities represented in Sandpoint's new Cathedral.  The only other deity that I'm sure is worshiped there is Desna though.
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Cato began to wish that he had his trusty quarterstaff or crossbow with him.  He didn't have a great deal of magical spells prepared, and he had already used up half of his most powerful spells.  But uncast spells wouldn't help if he was dead.

He reached over and touched his hand against Kellan's armor.  "Aegis," the mage whispered, and a series of glowing runes quickly flashed in the air around the guardsman, before fading away.

Now Cato just needed the goblins to waste their energy attacking Kellan instead of him.  Cato hoped the threatening pole arm would take care of that problem.

OOC: Standard Action.  Protection from Evil on Kellan.  1 minute.  +2 deflection to AC, +2 on saves versus attacks made by evil creatures.

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Hergle the goblin stared at Pisca.  She was the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen in his short life.  She was just so . . . very . . . GNOMY.  Like the epitome of gnomishness.  He wondered how she had managed to become the perfect gnome.  He couldn't really describe it, but he just had to . . .

Suddenly a big armored human loomed in Hergle's peripheral vision.  Trance broken, Hergle snarled and drew his dogslicer, but it was too late.  His life ended on the business end of Kellan's poleaxe.

Meanwhile, the other goblin moved to his sleeping companion and shook him awake.  The Warchanter, still singing her ridiculous tune at the top of her lungs, dropped her whip and drew her shortbow, aiming to take out the longshanks who had so recently killed poor Hergle.  Fueled with the power of her rage, she pulled, aimed, and fired, sending a missile that just barely missed burying itself in Kellan's arm.  While the Sandpoint Guardsman somehow managed to dodge aside at the last second and receive only a scratch, he knew he couldn't always be so lucky.

OOC:  Tactical situation - All goblins are now awake.

Current tactical map (let me know if you think this is wrong):

----W21---  W   = Warchanter
----------  1,2 = Goblins
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--P-K-----
-----C----
-----L----

Combat actions from the four of you, please.

00:02, Today: The Raconteur rolled 5 using 1d4+1. Warchanter Shortbow Damage on Kellan.
00:00, Today: The Raconteur rolled 22 using 1d20+6. Warchanter Shortbow Attack on Kellan.

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