The hunched halfling man, his hair wild and gestures manic, has a terrified goblin in a headlock as he waves a knife about menacingly, standing in the only surviving doorway in the northeast tower.

"And who are you? Oh... wait! The do-gooders from town! You were supposed to burn in the fire! What are you doing here... No closer! I’ll cut this goblin’s ears off if you don't
leave at once!"

To press his point he presses the point of his blade into the goblins ear causing her to squeal with pain.

"If you harm him, you will find yourself with no chance of mercy. I will let the Goblin's have their way with you. Let her go, and surrender to me peacefully though and I will see to it you are given a fair trial and mercy. On Shelyn's love, I swear." Yalandlara said softly, leaving her weapon put away and opening her arms in piece.

[OOC:
19:25, Today: Yalandlara Vallindel rolled 25 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 20.  Diplomacy.

Holy...maxed that roll!]

OOC: As I'm still new to the system I like to show my work.

So that is a Diplomacy (Make An Impression) Check.

That is a Diplomacy 25 vs. Will DC (16)

That is a success so he shifts from Hostile -> Unfriendly.

An improvement but he's not going to drop his knife or hostage just yet...


The halfling seems receptive to Yala's words and some of the anger bleeds from his voice but he maintains a firm grip on his hostage.

"No! I won't let her go. Not until these little pests tell me how to find Alseta's Ring!"

The tonic Yarr was given finally started to kick in and the goblin went a little big-eyed, puking up a slosh of bile into a nearby wall.

"Ugh. Blast ye. Is that all ye wanted?" the goblin wipes his mouth with a hanky, "Ye ever think te just ask the adventurous goblin in town about it? I'd just 'ave taken ye right to it. Put the goblin down and come along. No need for this nonsense. I'll show ye to it."

Fort save 18, passed it narrowly.
Bluff 25 (rolled a 19)

Calmont cocked his head to the side, focusing on Yarr.

"Wait, how would you know how to get to the basement? You just arrived but these vermin have been squatting here for months. They lived in the basement so they know!"

His confidence is wavering though and a bit of hope creeps into his voice.

"You'll take me to the Ring? No tricks? We can split the reward. I'm sure there will be money enough to go around when we find a path to an elf gate. I..."

His grip must have loosened as the goblin he's holding suddenly elbows him in the gut. In surprise he drops his dagger and the goblin pushes off, bolting towards Yala and the rest of her goblin tribe. The goblins let out a cheer and welcome the ex-hostage with open arms as Calmont scrambles to grab his dagger. Without a hostage a lot of his bravado has bled away but he still has a look of defiance.

"Alright...fine I don't need her anymore. Let's go. How do we get to the basement"

OOC: FYI only Yala climbed up and is on the battlements. Everyone else is still down in the courtyard.

"We it ain't up there for one." Yarr quips, "I'll help my friend get his bearings while you climb down. I doubt any of us stand a chance without some extra muscle against whatever drove the goblins up here to begin with and made them light the signal. Wasn't you. It was days before ye got 'ere. Whatever it be it drove off a whole tribe."

As Yarr talks he checks on Maerk, and moves among the group, winking to them when his back is turned to the halfling, to let them know he's luring the halfling to them. He stops at Sul.

"You need to clear yer stomach still? We need ya ready."

He will pat him on the back of he does and hope it helps.
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Yala puts an are around the small goblin when she gets to her. [Language unknown: "Potra ent tio? Etan trus ted re tio llnd?"] After making sure the Goblin was okay, she let her go to her friends, then stood back up and looked towards Calmont. Motioning the goblin's to move back as she does so. She wanted them behind the rope down so he couldn't grab another incase he listened to Yarr. As she did this she would turn back and ask one. [Language unknown: "Com ainhasere an nc eleeeeou?"]

The big warrior groaned with pain and winced as the magic knit together bone and sinew and muscle once more. At some point he must have blacked out from the pain, for the details of the last several moments were a blurry memory to him, as if he were seeing them through a mist from somewhere above the battlefield. This was not the first time he'd been on death's door, but it was certainly one of the most painful!

He pressed his hands against the wounds, partly to staunch any remaining blood leaking out, but also to steady the shaking of his core and appendages. He felt his stomach churn and his ears ring, and a tightening about his face which he soon recognized as the sensation on experienced just prior to passing out! This he fought as he staggered to his feet, retrieving his weapon and shield.

He thought Arnellia was saying something to him, but her words were lost to the surge of blood pounding in his head with every heartbeat. His head soon began to clear, and though his stomach churned, he was too stubborn and downright tough to let his injuries get the better of him. With a grunt and a snarl, he made his way toward the rope.

"Maerk will climb and tear the arms from Cal-mot!" the warrior bellowed, and he looked as if he meant it!


Fortitude Save DC18: Maerk rolled 27, Nat20!

Calmont had been heading towards the rope to climb down but as Maerk stood up and roared he backpeddled, looking at Yarr in anger.

"You said you were going to help me! You said you were going to take me to the ring! You LIED to me!"

Calmont hits his head with a fist.

"I should NEVER have trusted a filthy goblin like you. They're all liars! Stupid stupid liars!"

Before Maerk has even reached the rope Calmont charges Yala trying to stab her in her stomach.

OOC: Yala is hit for 5 piercing damage




*Eagle Eyes - +1 Perception, +2 to find traps or secret doors


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Yalandlara curses in Elven.  And with that she pulls out her large Elven Curved Blade and tries to smack him so hard with it that he flies of the battlement's to the rest of the party, and if he doesn't, she wheel's back for another swing and does it again!

[OOC: Action 1: Redraw Weapon.
Action 2: Try to hit the little bastard so hard he ends up down with the party. :)
15:33, Today: Yalandlara Vallindel rolled 18,6 using 1d20+2,1d8+1 with rolls of 16,5.  Elven Curved Blade Attack 1.
Hit: 18
Damage: 6

Action 3: See action 2, only try harder. :)
15:34, Today: Yalandlara Vallindel rolled 17,10 using 1d20-3,1d8+2 with rolls of 20,8.  Elven Curved Blade Attack 2.
Hit: 17 (Critical Hit, Nat 20)
Damage: 20]

Nezaglomie, hearing Yarr's words, is surprised to learn that he knows where this ring is, but she understands when he winks.  It's no surprise that a goblin would be such an accomplished liar.

When the halfling shouts, "You said you were going to help me! You said you were going to take me to the ring! You LIED to me!  I should NEVER have trusted a filthy goblin like you. They're all liars! Stupid stupid liars!", Nezaglomie realizes that more fighting is imminent.  Never one to be indecisive, she launches a ball of flame into the halfling's face.

I wrote the text before rolling.  It seems it worked!  Yet another minimum damage, though.
19:12, Today: Nezaglomie rolled 23,5 using d20+7,d4+4.  Produce Flame
Action 1 & 2, Produce Flame

Maerk sheathed his sword and quickly produced a javelin from the quiver across his back. He cocked his arm back and then let it fly. He squinted as a wave of nausea passed over him. Certainly wasn't his best throw.

A1 Sheath Sword
A2 Draw Javelin
A3 Attack! - Maerk rolled 10

Yarr strides over to the rope around Maerk and dramatically darts up the entire distance of the wall... slipping and falling onto Maerk's shoulder right at the top. He hadn't accounted for the blood of the dracodile all over him.

"Sorry."

The goblin then scampers back up the wall, this time getting his footing and leveling his blade at the nefarious halfling.

"Come peacefully or face the lot o' us! As ye 'ave seen in the past I strike very hard an' true right after makin' a fool o' meself!"

Action 1: Stride to rope.
Action 2: Climb... and Critically Fail.
Action 3: Climb. Critically succeed. End up in W16
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Sularius fires his bow at craven halfling, but his nausea and coughing make all of his shots miss his target.

Action 1: Shoot bow and miss
Action 2: Shoot bow and miss
Action 3: Shoot bow and miss

14:57, Today: Sularius Alariel rolled 9,13,13 using 1d20+7,1d20+2,1d20-3 with rolls of 2,11,16.  Shooting Arrows.

Nez sees Calmont charge and flings fire at Calmont and catches the halfling's hair on fire. He quickly beats it out though.

Calmont cuts Yalandlara across her midsection.
OOC: This is the attack already referenced

Maerk flings his javelin but it is an awkward throw and lands off to the side.

Sularius fires off a trio of arrows which sail high over the halfling.

Yarr (eventually) scampers up the rope. Calmont seems heavily focused on Yarr as the target of his rage which leaves him completely open for Yalandlara to wallop him with two big strikes from her curve blade.

Arnellia summons forth a beam of pure holy energy from prayers to the Shimmering Maiden that lance out to strike at Calmont's black heart. Calmont twists away from the beam just in time.

---

Nezaglomie flings more fire at Calmont but he is very aware of the ranged arsenal being thrown at him from the courtyard and ducks down making it even more difficult to hit him as magical beams and fire go over his head.

He snarls and stabs at Yarr this time with murder in his eyes. He plunges his knife deep into Yarr's belly.

"I'll show you what I do to lying gobs!"

He twists the knife in Yarr's gut.

OOC: Crit! 13 piercing damage to Yarr!

Calmont takes the dagger out and pumps his little arm stabbing again and again at Yarr's midsection but thankfully he doesn't find that same gap in Yarr's armor and his leathers take and turn the blade aside. Calmont is no longer striking with thought or skill but in a blind rage oblivious to the fact that he isn't even doing any damage anymore.




*Eagle Eyes - +1 Perception, +2 to find traps or secret doors

Sularius fires three more arrows, his first just missing the halfling while the other two miss the mark completely.

I'm assuming I'm still at -1 due to the nausea.

Action 1: Shoot bow and miss
Action 2: Shoot bow and miss
Action 3: Shoot bow and miss

12:26, Today: Sularius Alariel rolled 5 using 1d6 with rolls of 5.  Damage.
12:25, Today: Sularius Alariel rolled 19,4,4 using 1d20+6,1d20+1,1d20-4 with rolls of 13,3,8.  Shoot Arrows.

"OOOH! You mean little peck! you deserve this!"

Shouts Arnellia as she winds up her sling and hurls a rock at the cruel halfling she follows this up with a second stone. But these are little more than distractions to the halfling. Arnellia stomps her foot and says,

"Ooooh I missed! He makes me so mad!..."

---

Action1: Attack with sling
Action2: Reload Sling
Action3: Attack with sling
04:07, Today: Arnellia rolled 13,2 using d20+5,d6 with rolls of 8,2.  sling + damage.
04:08, Today: Arnellia rolled 11,1 using d20,d6 with rolls of 11,1.  sling + damage.

Yarr flips over the halfling's head and his subsequent slash with his weapon also takes a similar path. Deciding on the fly to take the murderer in alive, Yarr kicks him in the snoot.

Action 1: Tumble Through 24
Action 2: Slash miss 14
Action 3: Pawnch 22 to hit, 6 nonlethal damage.
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OOC: @Sulariusu  - Sickened

Sularius clips Calmont with an arrow and Yarr kicks him in the face and the halfling collapses. He's not unconscious but he is too dazed to fight back.

OOC: Combat is over! I figured you wanted to take him alive for interrogation and quest delivery
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The huge warrior had another javelin cocked back to throw, but paused upon seeing their goblin swashbuckler disable the foe!

"Maerk will tie, kick him down to Maerk!" He instructed Yarr. The warrior stood beneath the balcony ready to catch the halfling and bind him.

"Too get Maerk's javelin..." he added to the request, hoping that Yarr could located it among the debris.

"Who will make speak to the Brushfires?" Maerk asked the others, still struggling with 'Bramblebashers'...

Yalandlara stands over Calmont for a moment, her Elven Curved Blade at the ready, then finally she sheathed it. "It would upset my mother and Shelyn more if I did not bring you book." She then pulled out her rope and tied him up.

"I'll tied him up up here Maerk, but make sure he's good when we pass him down." She called down to the tall warrior. "I can handle talking to the Bramblebrasher's along with Yarr since he's up here with me."

She will then finish tying Calmont up, and then toss him down to Maerk. Afterwhich she would then look over to the goblins. [Language unknown: "Pre ei thasi te? Pontpa no?"] Then she further asked. [Language unknown: "Atul ditait la un en was omomdi icbear?"]

As the dust from the drama on the battlements settles, you hear a distinctive, garbled throat-clearing coming from nearby. Soon, the short, slight goblin woman who'd been held hostage by Calmont approaches.

[Language unknown: "Etckro in. Ureforfor chon, ncieat. Icch el adstas, onare?"]

Her voice is like that of a hoarse bird.

[Language unknown: "Ica een of osunio, mansetlin ne’ng usof onevut etess Caromethckin ousch one welo. Il ospro waaiteal! Ter hisonsamedin! Tha!

U n Wildaythe reaet At p nc Itfoadchoucaiv ameeeneresti. M si yin wilectcom t it pl el whee, som ac romameich ati! Virticsta hassi oseeis? San om pe herwhesti. Unanel ssasth ainmanich aretedherter tioandcom k etad ica witstaugh theeauoeryin, ith reaon asioen-ilne ndwa erawh wer ard omicic ticarterslar thwa korovekor ev ovesetica pepeil iouillint n outiouine fitiulpa! Ce anyreaard! Il usthen! Seil as Setticectsom'whelinine!"]


Helba looks back at her people, and a deeply morose look settles upon her face.

[Language unknown: "St enur ainpe e hersomsta nt houersoun. Aswh thaconore'anythu netr pollpech, heicwe us outma."]

She nodded once and smiled. [Language unknown: "St, a on enwita. Pl ma Sonnothisandati Oulstatheast. Pe ugh nce asers iveandset. Onsng rolin ss il, eeat nessat ca nacon. Evwh inentethe anyiouwit i o onewhesetrea t Laitas."] She said pointing to Yarr and her Familiar. Then she will point to each of her companions below introducing each in turn. After that she turns back to the Chieftess.

Yarr tips his hat to the leader of the goblins, speaking in their shared tongue, [Language unknown: "Eiine estandverent ek n onssetday ndllll ven stioveareith. Th fo ichai ver preas pelat elmiol ri caiou ckinbell icsimeol lo p. Tedlessti neee ingstifor llul les, ndev omell hi m insi se. Ol ro olonre lo orepl we ati. Latet ll wanc noers? Pl fi os andlarnte?"]
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The goblin chieftain checks herself over and nods. She looks down at the others and shifts so she speaks a halted and heavily accented common.

"Will you help us, friends? Our home has been invaded. We are safe now but have no home. We can show you secret way into basement. Then you clear it out for us?"