Yarr adapts quickly to the changing situation, grabbing the person in the aisle and with his decent strength carrying him to the center of the room, fully out if he can reach it.

He'll be focusing on getting people out. Verbally trying to get people outside to form a bucket line if they aren't, and keeping an eye on the well being of the others just in case he needs to carry them out.

Unless things change his turns will be all that.
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Arnellia drags her rescuee to the door and hands him to a person on the outside.  She looks around for others that can be likewise moved.

OOC: Sorry for the vanishing, everyone.  I got distracted by the lack of 'anti-fire' spells in the book (to compare...5E's shape water gets a five foot cube of the stuff AS A CANTRIP...here it takes a spell slot to get two gallons)

...oh, and also my two jobs (oy vei)

Anyway, I'm not a hundred percent sure how 'dragging a person' works.  I'm going to assume it's half-movement, which means I can get him to the door, and spend an action to pass him outside.

Which leaves me two actions to use for whatever.

Is there any way I can delay my actions so if someone hands me a person, I can immediately hand them outside?

Nezaglomie drags the heavy human to the door and hands him to someone waiting outside.  Then she runs back in to grab the person furthest from the door.  The smoke is making it difficult, but she is confidant that the others are worse off.

Drag Quentino to R16.
Hand him off.
Stride to grab the person at O19.

Maerk was forced to crouch down now to see beneath the smoke filling the hall. His eyes watered and burned, his flesh was seared and his chainmail, he was certain, was branding small rings into anything it touched. His long legs took him to another unconscious person whom he grabbed about the collar and yanked toward the door as if he were rescuing sacks of grain. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could handle...


A1: Stride 10' to R13
A2: Grabby the grain, erm... victim
A3: Stride 15', drag out the door

Round 7
Nez drags Quentino out and hands him over to waiting helping hands. She moves back inside to keep helping.
OOC: 1 action moves to the doorway, 1 action turns quentino over, 1 action moves back

Sularius runs back inside, grabs the gnome councilor, and books it back outside again.

Yarr drags his rescued townsfolk outside.

Arnellia drags her rescued townsfolk outside.

Maerk drags another townie out the door.

The fire continues to rage. The fires in the back of the chamber have merged creating a wall of inferno engulfing the whole back of the town hall. The fires are racing across the ceiling while paintings on the walls are starting to burst into fire just from the heat.

Nez takes 6 fire damage (resists 5 for 1 damage)
Yarr takes 1 fire damage
Yalandlara takes 1 fire damage


Round 8
The remaining heroes are able to drag the last three townsfolk from the hall.

OOC: Encounter is over.






Legend:
  Blue = PCs
  Red = Enemy Combatants
  Green = Fleeing NPCs
  Aqua = Rescueable townsfolks

The heroes faces are all covered in soot and ash, their skin is raging red and blistering from the heat. Most of the townsfolk who attended seem to be well enough. About half have black faces and are coughing while a handful are still unconscious.

Tarindlara, the priestess from earlier, moves through the crowd offering healing blessings where she can but when she reaches the last three townsfolk rescued she checks their vitals and then sadly shakes her head.

"I'm sorry. They...they didn't make it. Too long in the fire."

She looks over the heroes and rushes over to hug her daughter.

"It's not your fault. Considering the size of the blaze and the number of people jammed inside trying to escape its a miracle only a few perished."

Behind her there is the crack of timber as the roof starts to collapse from the inferno inside.

Greta Gardania looks around, hugging some of the townspeople next to her, while others wearily clap her on the back in thanks for their lives.

"What manner of madness just happened?” This can be no accident! Did anyone see anything?"

One of the guards who was stationed outside before the fire began raises his hand, then his voice.

"Aye, the clerks saw everything. It was Calmont, that cad of a bookseller’s apprentice. He lit the fires in the halls next to the chamber. He also set those fire monsters loose on the crowd!"


A second guard shouts in assent, a grave but steely woman

"Indeed! And witnesses outside the building saw him run toward Hellknight Hill!"

The surly dwarven councilor interrupts, gesturing wildly towards the building still on fire.

"Leave him be! We've got work to do! Form the bucket brigades!"

The other councilors go to work getting the townsfolk into a line back towards the wells by the river to start a fire fighting brigade to combat the blaze behind them.

A few voices, upon hearing that it was the bookseller's apprentice that had set the fires look around and soon fingers are pointing towards Voz, the bookseller. Her face is blackened with soot and she is coughing up from the smoke being one of the later townies rescued. She scowls right back at her accusers.

"Don't go accusing me! I fired him earlier this week. That good-for-nothing was stealing from my shop!"

"...I tried to save as many as I could. There was Fire Mephit's in there..." She said softly as she hugged her mother back, coughing herself as she was at the front of it all and took awhile to get out herself. "...where would they of came from?"

"Bookseller's 'pprentice thad was fired las' week for stealin' sets a fire in a building ther forma boss wus in. Purdy clear where they came from miss." Yarr turns from Yalandlara and looks to the bookseller, "Ye missin' a summonin' book or two?"

"Takes more than just a book to summon." Yala said to Yarr, making sure to point to Jasmine to make the point. "It requires, magical talent as well. If he summoned them, he already had the ability."

Maerk snarled in frustration that some of those inside the hall didn't make it out. He glanced around the crowd for the cowardly braggart with the fancy knife, who very well could have helped with the rescue, but instead sought only to save himself.

The huge Ulfen decided then and there that he'd hold the sellsword accountable for the deaths himself, and that the pretty knife would be his!

With a grimace of pain, he unbuckled his shield, returned it to his back, and joined in the bucket brigade.

"Maerk wait, here drink this." She hands him a potion from her bandoleer. "One for you as well Yarr." Handing him the next potion. "Arnellia, here, my last one. They are all healing potions, they should help restore some of your vitality."

"Mother if you have another healing kit handy I could help tend to those that are hurt." She asked her mother.

[OOC: She just handed you three her last three Elixer of Life, Minor's. They also grant +1 on saves against disease and poison for 10 minutes.

02:51, Today: Yalandlara Vallindel rolled 6 using 1d6 with rolls of 6.  Elixir of Life, Minor (Arnellia).
02:51, Today: Yalandlara Vallindel rolled 2 using 1d6 with rolls of 2.  Elixir of Life, Minor (Yarr).
02:50, Today: Yalandlara Vallindel rolled 4 using 1d6 with rolls of 4.  Elixir of Life, Minor (Maerk).]
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Nezaglomie brings the last body out, looks inside to be sure that there aren't others that they missed, and finally steps away from the burning building.  She listens with sadness and regret to Tarindlara Vallindel's pronouncement that the last three didn't make it.  Real death, not just in stories ...  They don't tell you how horrible it all is, how sick you feel to look at a dead person's eyes.

Finally, she steps away to go find the goblin who fought so bravely.  "You, ahhh, you fought very well in there.  It was like you were a real per... umm, a real, uhhh ... warrior."  She starts to hold out a hand but pulls back, realizing that it is still a claw.  However, the spell ends just as she does this, and she bites back a sob of pain as her claws transform back to her tiny hands, once again.  She reaches it forward. "I am Nezaglomie, and I am pleased to meet you."
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Getting closer to Yarr you can make out the expression on his face, a mix of anger and frustration. Of regret and desire for vengeance. There is an expression, "beating yourself up over it". Yarr looks like he's doing as much damage to himself as he did to those mephits.

When the healing potion is offered his expression soften. Though the present doesn't seem to do much. The little hero was ravaged to near death in that chaos, healed up, and then worn down again after. Even putting aside the emotions of the tragedy, Yarr looks like shit.

"Thank ye, lass. Appreciate it."

When Neza comes over a short time later he wipes off his hand and shakes the offered hand, "A pleasure. Ah be Yarr the Hearty. A tidal ye ave seen why I got. I could ave dun better though. If only I'd killed 'em faster somehow, so we could have got 'em out sooner. Maybe if I hadn't urried so much and taken time to draw me blade. Maybe if I had dodged and not needed that healing it could have gone to one o 'em. I dunno. Ah dun feel like much of a warrior."

Not waiting for any reply he goes over to the dead with a forlorn expression and places a hand to his hat. Hesitating for a moment he pulls the hat off and puts it over his heart in the typical manner to honor the fallen.

Immediately his expression changes completely. Instead of forlorn he is confused. The goblin looks around frantically, as if he doesn't know what is going on, looking with panic at the bodies and his wounds and the fire. He quickly jams the hat back on his head.

He then is abruptly angry, grumbling, though only the close by can hear him, "God's dammit, ya git! Figer it out! I'm doing this!"

He takes the hat off again and repeats the guesture. The panicked expression immediately returns, but instead looks at where the hat is, looks to the bodies, and this time lowers his head and says, R-rest in p-peace. I'm s-sorry for y-your suffering."

His voice is slightly higher pitched, and more noticably, his pirate accent is totally gone. His demeanor is completely different.

What the?
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The tall warrior hesitated, "Maerk has nothing for trade..." But then seeing the goblin take one of the elixirs and toss it back without repayment, Maerk looked closely at the beautiful elven woman who'd offered it to him, cocking it to one side. "You not make trade for this?" He asked, puzzled.

After a moment, he shrugged, unstoppered the flask, and threw it back. The flavor was very unexpected, and though it didn't taste terrible, it was certainly unexpected!

Maerk nodded and made a mental note that payback was due.

Of particular note, especially to Maerk, is Vesinius isn't among the crowd. He was first out the door and apparently didn't even stick around to watch the town hall burn. A quick inquiry to the guards reveals they saw him head out at full speed towards Hellknight Hill.

With the help of the heroes and the rest of the town several bucket lines are formed and while the town hall is thoroughly damaged and most likely will need a full gut and repair at least the fire doesn't spread to any of the surrounding structures.

Greta appears concerned by this news.

"First the arsonist and now this sellsword? Something is calling trouble to Hellknight Hill and it is our responsibility to investigate it. Evil can not be allowed to take root so close to our town. Unfortunately I do not see any of the other hero bands, I suspect they have all departed towards their quest and so I, as the representative of this town, would like to ask you, our new heroes who fought so bravely to save us from the fire, to officially commission you to investigate Hellknight Hill.

We, the council, will offer you ten gold pieces each to make contact with the Bumblebrashers and as well as an additional ten gold pieces each for finding Calmont and delivering him, alive, to town so that we might bring justice for his crimes and uncover his motives."

She gives a nod at Yarr.

"It may be as simple as a disgruntled employee looking for revenge but the point has been raised as to how the fire mephits were summoned. I thought I knew Calmont as well as any other citizen and I am unaware of him receiving any kind of magical training so someone was aiding him, even if unknowingly. Will you help us and get to the bottom of these mysteries?"

"Um...uh...er...uh." the goblin fumbles over his words.

He looks around and sees lots of people looking expectedly at him.

To those that have conversed and fought alongside him, you would think it an entirely different goblin if you didn't know any better.

OOC Think the Superman effect, where nobody thinks Clark is Superman because he acts so different.

The goblin bites his lip, "Y-Yarr would do it even if you didn't ask. Ya..." he squeezes the hat tightly, "I don't like all t-this pointless death."

The goblin looks at his hat and squeezes it even tighter. Then swallows hard as if gathering his guts and puts it on with resolve. His demeanor switches so much it's practically a polymorph effect.

"None kin ave said it better, maybe na even aye and that twas kinda me! Hohoho! He'll answer ar questions as well as he'll answer fer these crimes or me name isn't Yarr the Hearty! Hells even if it isn't ah'll make sure he does sure as seas er wet! If that solo sexing loser lamentator with is fancy knife is involved he'll walk a short plank into a long sword I swear as well. I'll leave the tears for ye. Cry and mourn knowing I'll keep ye safe so ye can and end this so yer loved uns can rest well and live cozy in a better place, free from treason such as this! Ah be yer sword! Yer vengeance! Yarr heartiness!"

He turns to those he fought alongside in the flames, "Be ye with me?"

Rolling Diplomacy to raise spirits and reassure the gathered. Rolled 16.
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Yala hugged her mother one last time. "I have to do this mother." She smiled up to her then moved over to Greta and the others.

"I would be honored to take up this with Yarr and these others Greta. I trade with Miss Warbal's Brumblebasher's a lot myself for the herbs required to make many of my potions for the people to use against poisons and the like, and many of the others here trade other things with them. It's in the town's best interests that we see that they are okay, but not only that, they are our friends now and we help our friends." She said softly with a small nod.

Then she put a hand on the small Goblin's shoulder. "You are strong without that. I'll help you too, promise."

Then out of nowhere Jasmine hops up into Yarr's arms. "Yeah! You're a strong Goblin!"

"Where the hell have you been you little brat? We all almost died! We could have used you!" Yala scolded Jasmine.

"At the inn eating the meat the Goblin gave me. I fell asleep. I said I was going to nap by the fire." The feline said licking her paws.

"I'm starting to think he's right, cats should not talk." She picked up her wayward familier gently from Yarr's arms and began stroking her fur. "Like I said Yarr, I will help you too. I promise."

Sularius' calm demeanor is pierced for the briefest of moments as Greta requests their aid. A smile creeps upon his lips, and then is replaced with a more thoughtful expression. "As they have said," he says, motioning towards Yarr and Yalandlara, "I too would be happy to undertake this quest to find the man responsible for this attack and investigate Citadel Altaerein."

"Maerk will be hire," the huge warrior said as he raised his sword to cross his heart.

"How much gold for Maerk to kill sell-sword?" The Ulfen didn't bother to mention that he was planning on doing so regardless of the reward, but he'd learned as a mercenary to get the aspects of the deal taken care of right off. Nobody would look out for one, other than one's self.

His furs were singed, his armor and shield darkened with soot, his skin blistered and reddened, but his fierce blue eyes shone with an almost savage intensity.

"We go?" he asked those around him who seemed to be accepting the job.

"So, you're looking to us to go save this bunch of goblins you claim are 'good'?" asked Nezaglomie.  She looks down at her hands, as if there is something new there.  Well, here is this one goblin showing something other than mindless, animal hatred.  I suppose there could be others.  I doubt it, but I should find out.  "I guess I ..." she looks again at Yarr, somewhat in disbelief, "I guess I'm in, too."