Battle for Kazragun

[Silanon]

One of the goblins sees Wren closing in and splits up to oppose her. Using her momentum, the rogue quickly has the upper hand, but the ugly creature manages to avoid her blows better than to be expected. A single cut on his forearm is all she can accomplish, though getting him off of Aeon might be a success in itself.


Speaking of the cleric, he is still on the ground, opposing the two remaining goblins. From the position he is in, fighting back might prove to be rather difficult - but the efforts of his companions promise to better the situation if only he hangs on for a few more moments.


Initiative:


22 Wren


--> 19 Aeon


15 Baird


10 Support 1-2 (in cc with Aeon)


10 Support 3 (in cc with Wren, wounded)


10 Support 5 (between Findil and Baird)


7 Findil


4 Veskassdak


1 alligators 1-2 (diving)

 

[Ritzy]

You can rest now, Son. The fight is over. You have done your best. A voice said to Aeon, he prayed and used his last spell to heal himself "No, not now. I am not giving up!" He cast the spell, then ran for the safety of his Lizard friend. Another target would help reduce the stress. He had bitten off more than he could chew. Arete favored the bold, not the foolish. 

 

[Silanon]

The wave of refreshing energy washing through Aeons body makes pain and struggle forgotten - as the wounds close up in rapid speed, the cleric stands up, ignoring the strikes against his armor and shield. Arete is with him, and this time, no harm is done to her servant. He manages to get a few steps between himself and the goblins, splashing water as he retreats in the direction where once the archers were. Veskassdaks silhouette is still to be seen in the dark water, barely illuminated by the cleric's shield, but will soon enough appear at his side.


A few dozen steps away, Baird finds himself in the dim light caused by the shield in the distance and the moon breaking through the clods occasionally. In front of him, the silhouette of the one goblin who was ignored by Findil seems uncertain whether to follow the halfling or take on the sorcerer - in the distance, the goblins seem  to split up between the fighters covering Aeon's retreat.

Spoiler

Healing for 9, so up to 11 hp.

Initiative:


22 Wren


19 Aeon


--> 15 Baird


10 Support 1-2 (in cc with Aeon)


10 Support 3 (in cc with Wren, wounded)


10 Support 5 (between Findil and Baird)


7 Findil


4 Veskassdak


1 alligators 1-2 (diving)

 

[Clockwork Syringe]

Baird with the issue of the goblin now in close proximity to him and Findil, decides that with his newly reloaded crossbow, he would take aim at the goblin between the two of them and fire. If he were to miss the goblin, Findil would more than likely either give him a hand or outright injure the goblin if Baird missed.

 

[Silanon]

Though carefully aimed, the bolt misses the goblin, vanishing somewhere in the darkness - however, it was close enough to gain the goblin's attention, making him turn around in direction of the sorcerer instead of following the halfling. As quickly as the goblin shortens the distance between him and the human, there is not much time to react - Baird's reflexes can prevent the worst, but he still takes a light hit by the short sword in the process.


The two goblins who stood next to Aeon before he made his run for safety turn to the new threat of Findil running forward - the halfling, however, is prepared. When the first one gets into range, the long spear is pushed forwards, combining with the goblin's speed to pierce through its armor without any trouble. The strike is well-aimed - when the skirmisher frees his spear, his foe only falls lifelessly to the ground. The other one manages to close in, but does not manage to land a hit. However, he is close enough that the spear's length now is more of a drawback than an advantage.


Lastly, the creature fighting Wren finally finds a hole in the rogue's defense - jumping forward, he raises his sword for a terrific blow. The muddy ground, however, stops his attempt. As his feet slip away, his strike only hits the dirt as he tries to use his weapon hand to regain balance. Needless to say, he's wide open for a counter-attack.

Spoiler

Baird takes 2 damage - down to 6, I believe.

Initiative:


22 Wren


19 Aeon


15 Baird


10 Support 2 (in cc with Findil)


10 Support 3 (in cc with Wren, wounded)


10 Support 5 (in cc with Baird)


--> 7 Findil


4 Veskassdak


1 alligators 1-2 (diving)

 

[Silanon]

Addition to the last post:


As the goblin slips, Wren takes the opportunity, thrusting for its chest. However, where his fall causes his vulnerability in the first place, it also means that his torso moves backwards, just enough to turn the deadly strike into one that draws blood, but is not deep enough to end his life. With one hand reflexively grabbing for the wound, there is no chance for him to avoid hitting the mud, though.


Support 3 is heavily wounded and prone, but still barely alive.

 

[Orikanyo]

Findil


"Abit to close there yea ugly fool, let's make some space." the halfling crossbars his spear and takes a quick step back to reach a good range for his spear. Simple enough maneuver really, back up and stab em, not like he can stab the little thing with the handle now can he!


...


Had a sudden thought of spinning it and using the other end as a club, but he kind of lacked the... Finesse for such a manuever. 


Also seemed like something that took a great deal of trainin just to be less of an issue when folks got close. 


Removing these thoughts he aimed his strike and drove the spear forward. 


(5 foot step and stabby)

 

[Silanon]

As the halfling steps backwards, the goblin stops in his movement, releasing a shout as if trying to intimidate his opponent. Quite unimpressive in the eyes of Findil, seeing that the creature could have tried to stay close to him instead. Soon enough, a second goblin corpse falls to the ground, next to the other one, pierced with the spear just like its dead companion.


While still in the water, Veskassdak can reach both remaining goblins by charging forward. The one close to Wren does not look like he needs much more attention - the one close to Baird seems to pose more of a threat.


Initiative:


22 Wren


19 Aeon


15 Baird


10 Support 3 (in cc with Wren, wounded)


10 Support 5 (in cc with Baird)


7 Findil


--> 4 Veskassdak


1 alligators 1-2 (diving)

 

[Dicer]

Seeing that the alligators swam off in a different direction from him, Veskassdak focused on reaching the battle with his companions. Still gripping his greatclub straight in front of him, he swam as hard as the powerful strokes of his tail could take him. When his feet finally touched the bank under the water, he exploded out in a huge spray, showering swamp water in all directions. He landed next to mammal Baird and roared, "Tareshul hurt no Kassu!" as he swung his greatclub down from over his head at the nearest small green big-headed mammal. No one was going to hurt his newest and first mammal friends. No one.

 

[Silanon]

It only takes a single hit. More or less ramming the goblin into the ground, the lizardman ends its miserable life, protecting Baird from further injuries. There is no noise by the creature, just a squashing and cracking sound - then silence, only interrupted by the whimpering of the last remaining foe. Now that most sounds of battle are faded away, you can hear distant roaring and shouting from direction of the "island". Before you can turn to that, however, there is still one thing to do: Lying on the ground, Wren's opponent is not much more than easy prey.


Initiative:


--> 22 Wren


19 Aeon


15 Baird


10 Support 3 (in cc with Wren, heavily wounded, prone)


7 Findil


4 Veskassdak

 

[Sherwood]

With a look of disgust, Wren moves up to plant her swords into the squirming goblin to finish it off.  "Aeon!  Are you still with us?"

 

[Orikanyo]

Findil


"He looks lively, seems he ain't take away just yet!" the halfing responds, planting the butt of his spear on the ground to whipe his forehead. "Damn shame we had to fight for our rest. But then again, we shall sleep sounder because of it. Though, if whatevers making that howling doesn't come to nibb our toes first." he continued his monologue before raising his spear in the air, as one might ip a hat, to the lizardman. 


"Though, whatever it is might have a hard time dealing with you and your tree." he circled the club with a small wave of the spearpoint before walking off to collect his sling.

 

[Ritzy]

Aeon ran to Wren. I had hoped the things would follow me into the jaws of death itself, wanting weaker prey, turns out they all went for you. For that I am sorry. I held the line for as long as I could, but like my uncle said, a priest is not a fighter. Everyone come here! He called and called on Arete's mercy to heal the members of the party. He then sat down, exhausted.

 

[Clockwork Syringe]

Baird didn't look too good when fighting the goblin, when all of a sudden, Veskassdak came and smashed the goblin to pieces thereby saving Baird from a possible grisly fate. "Much appreciated Veskassdak!" Baird then ran over to Aeon when it was clear that all of the goblins would be taken care of. "Sorry Aeon, I wish I could have been more help, but I'm not exactly the best when it comes to melee combat."

 

[Orikanyo]

Findil.


"Running to the beautiful lady first eh? Here I thought priests were celibate... Or was that another breed of em?" Findil chuckled to himself and patted his chest. "I am well enough my main is if nothing but sturdy." he plucked the sling off the dirt and dusted the thing off with a loud snap, as if it were a whip. 


"So, I don't know about you lot, but I'm ready for a better snooze. What say yall?"

 

[Sherwood]

Wren shoots a glare over at Findil.  "We are friends, not lovers. I just can't fault him for having the proper behavior of a gentleman to check on how the lady of the party is doing.  Before we settle in once more, let me look around to make sure that we are not in the middle of a bunch of goblins lying in wait."  She first goes to recover her dropped crossbow, and slides it over her shoulder once more.  With that done, she slips out into the night once more, hopefully quieter than the last time.

Spoiler

Stealth +8, and Perception +6, +7 to Locate Traps

 

[Orikanyo]

Findil


"Also, check the bloody bastards for anything we can salvage, I hardly think we're getting much of a wage out here yea?" the small man was entirely unscathed by the woman, outright skipping over her lashing remark. 


"Shouldn't be much, but that's more then nothin!"

 

[Ritzy]

Aeon smiled at Baird. "I didn't kill a single one. They were too wormy for me. I almost bought it back there. I thought I heard my Father's voice..." Aeon said wistfully. He got up. "As soon as Wren gets back, I need to pray. Arete's forgiving, but her paitence only goes so far. Though she is a goddess of War, she's probably not too upset at me for my devotions being paused by a battle." He said with a wry grin.


"No you foolish boy! My other wine!" The backlash of the fat hand sent Aeon and the 'wrong' wine spinning across the room. His smock was covered in wine. "Clean yourself up and call for Nameth. She at least knows what she's doing." Aeon felt shame. He knew he got the right wine. The fat bastard just wanted an excuse for the young woman to 'tend' to him. Aeon sneaked away and slid beside the other house slaves. One gave him a sad look. They both knew that the wine was right.


Aeon shook his head to get rid of the memory. His failed attempt to guard the party gnawed at him. They were goblins. Just goblins. He should have dealt with them easily. He knew he would sleep fitfully again tonight. He held his steel symbol to calm him, and his breathing became more steady. He had been reckless. To eager to prove himself. Arete favored the bold, but her protection did not go to the foolhardy. He had relied on her too much today. He had to trust the others more. He sighed and waited for Wren. At least she and the others didn't point out his uselessness.  

 

[Dicer]

Veskassdak stood breathing heavily for several minutes as his rage faded. After seeing Baird was all right, he moved next to Aeon and said, "God pray you. Me no more sssleep now. Watch time me now. Wait Wren return."


With that he pulled up some more peat moss to feed the fire when needed. He was too wound up by the battle to fall back asleep any time soon. Also he wanted to watch the island where the sounds were coming from and where the alligators had swam towards. He knew there was more yet to happen, but he would feel better once the sun rose again.


Smiling to himself, which to a non-lizardfolk would look like an alligator's predatory grin, he realized that in a very short time and a couple of intense battles, he now considered all his companions as if they were clutchmates. As was normal for his kind, any weaker clutchmates needed the protection of the strongest clutchmate. Therefore, he would do whatever is needed to protect his new clutchmates. Even if they would never understand why. Such was the way of his people.

 

[Silanon]

Accompanied by the distant, animalistic noises, you collect your dropped weapons and search those you overcame just a few seconds ago. There is not too much of value to be found - apart from low-quality weaponry that won't earn you a single coin, and simple leather armor that showed no meaningful impact against your swords, arrows and bolts earlier, you only find a handful of iron nuggets. Perhaps it's their form of currency, or they're used for something else entirely.


While you look around, you notice several flashes of light in the distance where the island should be - when you return to your camp, they have already stopped to illuminate the giant trees over there, though, and soon after that, the noises stop to be blown over as well. By the looks of it, tent and other equipment left behind are untouched, and Wren cannot find any indication of further threats as well - while it might be a good idea to keep your guard up, there is no imminent danger to be seen.

 

[Ritzy]

Aeon nodded to Veskassdak with a tired smile, and went to the center of camp and took off his armor and began to pray. He started to atone for his sins. He held a deep, trance like state and thought about his failures and how best to trust the others. He prayed to Arete for guidance. He prayed that he might be able to bless his companions as well as make them more able to fight in the coming day. He prayed and remembered that it was by her grace that he was saved. He would not fail her now. 

 

[Sherwood]

Wren finally comes back to the camp site.  "Whoo.  What a way to spend the night.  No signs of any other nasties out there.  It might be safe enough for the rest of the night for some of us to get some sleep.   Aeon?  How are you feeling?  You gave me quite a scare when you got surrounded by the goblins.  I'm sorry I wasn't faster in taking some of the pressure off of you."

 

[Clockwork Syringe]

Baird chuckled when Aeon mentioned that he wasn't able to kill any of them, "You and me both, I'm more proficient in the ways of the Arcane and knowledge rather than swordplay. Still though, Wren, Findil, and Veskassdak were able to cover our bottoms very well despite our failures wouldn't you say?" Wren was suddenly noticed by Baird as she came over, "Well done Wren, really drove your point home with these goblins huh? Shame we didn't find anything of value or magical that I could look at."


@Sherwood @Ritzy

 

[Ritzy]

Aeon's eyes glassed over. The servant of Arete thanks you for your assistance. He knows full well that you were fine warriors tonight. He raises his cup to her in your name this evening. He said in a dull monotone. He has much to learn before he can progress. The path of Law is beyond him. He focuses too much on the path of what is good without the need for laws to determine what is good. Truly, he needs her guidance now more than ever. To the one called Wren. It was his failure to hold the line that made him almost meet his foreberers. You did your duty as did he.

 

[Orikanyo]

Findil


"Aww shucks baired it was nuthin', a stab here or there and... 


And..."


he paused to give Aeon a look that spelled worry and the three words "What the f*ck."


"...Cor blimey he get hit on the head to much back there? damn fools gona crazy." he ran his mouth, taking a few steps away from the man incase he was about to be possessed or something. "Aeon, get yer head back in, if your bloody possessed start screamin' and twistin' your head 'round so we know." he doubled over himself, keeping far away from the weird looking bumbling man. "We fought goblins not delved into hell itself man!"