"Erroth is, depending on who you ask an menace or a savior." the Guard took a breath.
"Most passerby loose coin to him; however, many of the locals have been saved by him investing in a business or helping them to stay afloat in times of need."

"I'm not certain I like where I stand on that spectrum." Glorandal says, hefting one of the rats and accepting the 2 coppers from Geoffrey. "Let us get these rats to Erroth so we can get to the bottom of this.", then turns to head towards the Whispering Dragon.

"Right after we get it to the innkeeper of course, we get paid more and then get an explanation." Geoffrey says, grabbing a bunch of dead rats and follows Glorandal to the inn.
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The stables, now vacant of horses seem eerie and large. You can see to the haybales and there are four rats gathered around sniffing for something.

Valaric draws his sword with his right hand,while mumbling under his breath. Then he directs his left palm towards the rats.A blast of force flies towards the rats.
Eldritch Blast 23 to hit and 12 damage on a rat

didn't roll for initiative,  rolled 4
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As the group walks towards their destination Glimmersteel continues to talk while he takes of his hat and pulls some small leather strips out of his pocket. He stuffs them into the bells and then puts the hat back on his head. The small bells have been silenced. He too trails off his idle conversation as he senses they are reaching their destination.

A change comes over the small man and he peers forward attentively making not a sound. The entertainer is gone now replaced by a shadow. He waits for those he has just joined to make the first move and Valaric does so. Glimmersteel remains motionless waiting to see what follows.

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Drawing a dagger.

21:26, Today: Glimmersteel Pommelguard rolled 16 using 1d20+5.  Perception.
21:27, Today: Glimmersteel Pommelguard rolled 24 using 1d20+6.  stealth.

Lucia wasn't at all surprised that there were more rats to kill, but she was surprised that they were out during the day time.  Although, the stables were a bit dark.  She gestured to one of the rats and called out, "Ixen Bluthel!", but was fairly certain she had missed.

OOC:
22:31, Today: Lucia Bardakci rolled 22 using 1d20+2.  Initiative.
22:32, Today: Lucia Bardakci rolled 8,2 using 1d20+6,1d10.  Fire Bolt to hit and damage rolls.
Ouch lol

"Hah, we don't need cheese my friend. All we need is steel and muscle, and Geoffrey has all that." he says boastfully in response to the jester's statement. He then charges toward one of the rats and with a mighty swing of his blade, the rat is nothing but bloody chunks of furry meat.

11:37, Today: Geoffrey rolled 21 using 1d20+5.  Greatsword Att.
11:41, Today: Geoffrey rolled 12 using 2d6+3.  Dmg.

Seeing that combat was the option the group is choosing Glimmersteel joins Geoffrey as he rushes into combat. Moving towards the nearest rat he slashes with one of his razer sharp daggers and also lets loose with a kick.

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Hit AC 16 for 8...AC 13 for 8
INIT roll = 16

05:16, Today: Glimmersteel Pommelguard rolled 16,13 using 1d20+6,1d20+6. to-hit
05:16, Today: Glimmersteel Pommelguard rolled 8,8 using 1d4+4,1d4+4. Damage
05:18, Today: Glimmersteel Pommelguard rolled 16 using 1d20+4.  Initiative.

Glornadal hangs back as his new found friends leap into action. He makes a specific hand-shape and thrusts it towards the nearest rat. A deep gonging bell can be heard tolling in the distance.



OOC:
11:22, Today: Glorandal Jozeiros rolled 12 using 1d20+2.  Initiative.

DC 13 Wisdom Save
11:20, Today: Glorandal Jozeiros rolled 8 using 1d8.  Toll The Dead Damage.
11:23, Today: Glorandal Jozeiros rolled 5 using 1d12.  Toll The Dead Damage (if rat not at full hp).

There is one rat crouched with its back arched and hissing, mottled green flesh tells you it might be unhealthy.

It rushes with almost supernatural alacrity at Glimmersteel and bites missing the nimble circus performer.


14:50, Today: Narrator, for the NPC Giant Rat X, rolled 8 using 1d20 ((8))
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As the varied adventurers-turned-exterminators contended with the rats, they'd soon find it wasn't just vermin that scuttled about in the shadows of the stables.  No sooner had that one particular unwell, green-tinged Giant Rat pounced past Glimmersteel than it was abruptly pounced itself!  By something a lot more green, to boot!

A flash of movement from out of sight as a shaggy mass of bristled green hair and bestial shrieking dove in all at once.  It set upon the Giant Rat with the same ferocity as a wild animal, but the control of a hunter - a weapon brought down on the vermin's skull with a dull, painful whud! of blunt impact dealt by the pommel of a blade rather than its keen edge.  Glimmersteel himself had a front row view of luminous slitted eyes that rose swiftly to meet his gaze, glowing bright in the gloom of the stables, before their owner opened wide a maw filled with too many fangs and let out another feral shriek to try and ward him away.

Not another rat, but something worse!  A Goblin!

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Initiative: 5
Wastrel rolled 5 using 1d20+4

Action: Scimitar vs. Giant Rat
Wastrel rolled 18 using 1d20+6

Damage: 10 Non-Lethal Damage - Wastrel is trying to knock the Rat out, not kill it.
Wastrel rolled 10 using 1d6+4

If that's not enough damage to KO the Giant Rat, Wastrel will make an off-hand attack with her Dagger to try and finish the job.

The goblin came out of nowhere and Glimmersteel suddenly found himself staring down the toothy maw of a green skinned humanoid. It hissed and growled at him.

Glimmersteel made no move, neither in retreat or advance, but assumed a ready stance with dagger hand in the front pointing directly at the goblin while the fingers of his left curled up ready for a palm strike.

"I thank you for eating that rat. I must advise you that you are considerably outnumbered should you wish to dine again."

Lucia softly said, "I think that's the goblin that been seen wandering around in town.  My fellow merchants told me about her.  She's known for going through garbage and hunting down vermin.  Some have taken to calling her Wastrel, but I very much doubt that's her real name." She was also looking around to see if any more giants rats were around.

"Wastrel is it?" Glimmersteel address the goblin. "You seem to have acquired some celebrity in this small community. I am Glimmersteel Pommelguard, we are hunting rats."

Geoffrey readies his blade at the appearance of the goblin but rests his hand seeing that everyone else isn't hostile to him,"Well it's best to have more people to join up, great to meet you little gremlins lady. The names Geoffrey, man made of muscle and fighting power."

You see beady little eyes staring out from behind the haybale.

"Get ready for the next wave of rats." Lucia said, pointing to some hay bales.  Taking a deep breath, she waited for the rats to appear so she had a better shot.

Valaric again mumbles under his breath and directs his left palm at the visible eyes at the haybale. A burst of force streams to the haybale and possible rat.

13:49, Today: Valaric rolled 19,10 using 1d20+6,1d10+4.  EB,Damag

Since eyes were visible I can target, just harder to hit. figure with force could also knock bale out of the way too.

Direct conversation toward the Goblin seemed to be about as effective as chattering at a stray cat from the looks of her reactions.  Though there was flickering recognition in her expression when her so-called name was mentioned a few times where her gaze would dart to whoever said it, she remained bristled and snarling overall.  Too big a crowd, too many weapons, too much danger... but she wasn't lashing out at anyone, so they had that going for them.

When more rats began to appear, Wastrel quickly hoisted up the slumped-over body of the sickly Giant Rat she'd clubbed into submission and slung it over her shoulders.  Rather than stay and fight, she took off!  A swift scamper on all fours across the hay-strewn floor past the gathered folk, carrying her prey away for whatever mysterious purpose.

Wastrel's going to scurry off and climb to some safer point in the stables to stow the unconscious Giant Rat out of harm's way.  She'll use her Bonus Action to Disengage if necessary.

Surprised at the sudden appearance of the goblin Glorandal started a bit. The others were speaking to it, but he knew it probably didn't understand. He stayed back and watched 'Wastrel', a strange name for a Goblin he thought, as she ran off with the rat. Most likely to go 'enjoy' her breakfast in peace. He didn't have much time to reflect on this as the commotion of Valaric's force attack against the hay bales drew his attention.

Glorandal turns towards the hay bales and gets ready for what comes next.


OOC: Do we need to roll initiative, or are we just going to free form it?

Glimmersteel holds his ground and waits to see what the rats will do.

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If they attack he'll retaliate with two solid hits.

13:05, Today: Glimmersteel Pommelguard rolled 22,23 using 1d20+6,1d20+6.  to-hit.
13:06, Today: Glimmersteel Pommelguard rolled 7,7 using 1d4+4,1d4+4. Damage.

Valarie sends the bale of hay spinning away from the wall and crushes the rat.

"Hmm, looks like that's all of them. Alright, let's start finding that queen shall we." Geoffrey says, wiping the blood off his blade as Valaric slays the last rat,"Though I guess their could be more rats hiding around hay bales and whatnot."

Up in the loft, Wastrel watched the others for a lingering moment while she slung the limp Giant Rat down at her feet with a thud.  Nimble, wickedly clawed fingers set to tying the beast up with a length of rope spun from under her shawl, quick to bind its legs together and its head back so that it couldn't twist around and chew its way free.  Once she was sure it was secured, the Goblin reached up alongside her temple; amid all that bristly green chaos she called hair were various bits of debris woven throughout.  Bits of string, beads, twigs, and even a little length of ivy that had small berries sprouted along its length.

One such berry was plucked free and pulped between her fingers before she squeezed its juices into the Giant Rat's mouth.  She watched and waited, eyes narrowed intensely for the beast to return from its forced slumber.  Down below the others could hear more chittering and hissing like another large rat... only for it to seem to be Wastrel herself, clicking her tongue sharply through her fangs in a rather remarkable emulation. 

After tying it up, Wastrel will cast Goodberry and feed one to the Giant Rat, restoring it to 1 HP and consciousness.
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