On the Southeastern Side of the Ruins
Dellas looks surprised at himself for actually hitting all the goblins, and swallows hard as Volsh detaches a head, Bruenor and Farian killing their chosen targets with dispatch.
With an excess of enthusiasm, and not wanting to catch his comrades in a sheet of flame, Dellas takes his short, heavy club and attempts to swipe at the goblin who bit Bruenor. He swings wildly, missing by a mile, but his weasel familiar Vish springs onto the goblin's face and bites him on the nose, clinging with the tenacity of a limpet. The goblin shrieks in agony.
Clutching his nose and the weasel, the goblin tries to grab onto Vish, but just misses.
The remaining goblin begins to laugh heartily at his friend's mishap, clutching his belly and roaring his mirth.
Farian brings his mace down hard on the laughing one's head, ending his humor forever as he collapses to the earth with a cracked skull.
Bruenor is more careful this time, but with the goblin that attacked him rolling around with a weasel on his face, he's able to strike him hard through the ribs, slaying him neatly.
Volsh son of Vor:
20:20, Today: Volsh son of Vor rolled 5 using 1d20+2. Initiative.
Volsh is shown some of his companions’ skill as the motherless demons fall around them. Seeing that only two remain of the outlying group, Volsh turns his attention to the center of the encampment; the temple. He steps over the low wall to give himself more room. His eyes scanning for any that would come as an answer to the commotion.
The barbarian waits. Calm and focused are his senses. He ignores the remaining goblins at this encampment. Volsh inhales ‘til his girth is greater than an ale keg.
“Come filth, and meet your death!” He barks in a deafening roar.
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On the Northeastern Side of the Ruins
At the same time the rest of the group is using fire, sword, and mace to dispatch goblins, Averdante, Haazheel, Narthian, and Thunder are using a little more stealth with the same.
Averdante sneaks in from the northeastern path, heading towards the firepit at the remaining corner wall, while Haazheel, Mystique, Narthian, and Thunder try to sneak around to come in on the west side of the same firepit to prevent escapers from scrambling to the temple and alerting the shaman.
Averdante slips around the corner of the wall very quietly, peering to see a goblin feeding the fire with several sticks and some corncobs. He looks around at his sleeping brethren, napping under an awning of petticoats, canvas scraps, and badly tanned hides, and gets a grin on his face. He pulls out a bag from under a pile of debris and extracts a dead chicken. Salivating, he spears the bird on a stick, douses it with brine from what seems to be a jar of pickles, rolls it in salt and then sticks it over the fire, feathers and all.
It's the last thing he ever does.
On the west side of the wall, Haazheel tip-toes over the uneven ground with some difficulty, but Narthain and Thunder, perhaps because they were watching the wizard with concern, miss their own footing. Both rather loudly bark their shins on some loose rocks, making them clatter.
The cooking goblin looks to the west, and Averdante takes the opportunity to dart in and slit the goblin's throat.
The other goblins' heads pop up at the noisy entrance of druid, wizard, and wolf.
Haazheel, seeing five goblins just ready to spring up, and no one in the way of his magic, throws a pinches of colored sand to the wind and mutters mystic words. A cone of clashing colors explodes from in front of his hands, and four of the five goblins stare at them in fascination, then keel over, eyes spinning.
The fifth makes a high-pitched noise, rather like a baby bird, eyes wide with shock.
Thunder, on command from Narthian, charges forward and crunches the goblin's oversized head in his jaws, then paws at his muzzle with the horrible taste.
OOC:
Averdante - killed one goblin dead.
Haazhell - color spray to have made goblins unconscious, blinded, and stunned for 4 rounds, blinded and stunned for 4 more rounds, and then stunned for 1 more round. 4 goblins failed their save, one made it.
Narthian - Thunder kills last goblin standing with a bite to the face.
As the four finish their goblins, they hear Volsh shout loudly in challenge.
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All Together Now!
At Volsh's shout, goblin heads begin to pop up over walls and shattered columns, some still sleepy-eyed, others wide-awake and clutching torches, makeshift blades, insect nests, and.... a snake?
From somewhere deeper in the ruins, a loud voice calls:
"
[Language unknown: Nihis ne thoasther! Ekat yin prehatich hou nc etbut setntiessill! Ss lin hi sathpa p ecttheman atedayion e ardrutvor tathet!]"
With shrieks of laughter, a wave of goblins, stones, javelins, and a beehive come hurtling towards you!
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Further East on the Path
Sir Aberlayne hears Volsh's shout and clamps her legs tightly to Valiant's side.
"
[Language unknown: Anutpl, namo Ac pehiou e ichicalin, Re no som mowh ndil m liear a she ce ic Eswepabe foted. Mo korthaver t lilapa t itwe alna ta an, red ol tiel ac prarne, wiit osas Teurll letr resmi lael foranderaore fi oneardverant ndar. On wangne]."
With that, Sir Aberlayne shouts a command and Valiant charges forward.
