The goblins rush in for attack.
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You drop the canvas. The goblins wail in surprise and fright. As they try to extricate themselves, the burning goblin tumbles into the oiled canvas, immediately sending up a blaze of the other goblins.
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Conscious of the danger the fire potentially poses to the town itself, Gnamien - still attentive to the wider battle - scans the scene to get a sense of how many goblins there are and where they are and, once his immediate safety is assured, tries to clear the surroundings of flammable substances that might spread the fire.
Once he does that he assumes a safe position and scans the scene. He wants to be of service while being safe about the fire. (If it can be left unattended he will leave it.)
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The punch leaves his fist smarting, but wakes Bastargre up and the panic subsides a bit, replaced with self confidence. He puts the pastry away, and bows to the laughing goblins for the performance, before grabbing a burning piece of wood from the cart and turning back to face the creatures.
He lifts his voice above the din as best he can. “I love a good audience! Care for some more?” He offers a gesture that suggests entertainment rather than aggression, but expects little.
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The surroundings now cleared you’re able to safely leave it.
@ifs a couple goblins look at you confused. One climbs onto a stand and begins loading his pockets with trinkets, and jamming his overly wide mouth with food, completely oblivious to the increasingly coordinated attacks of the group of warriors around him.
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Still tangling and dodging those around him, Trav hollers, “Hhhhhar hhhhar,” attempting to trip one of the goblins rushing Moritus (@Mtrav0040) to crash before him, “Your bite as good as your bark?”
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The goblin trips before it gets to your outstretched leg. The swing of your heavy foot cracks into its skull.
Bastargre is overjoyed at getting any attention at all and tries to keep it going. Overcome with a rush of hormones, he loses all sense of fear. “A co-star! Yes, yes, come up, come on up.” He gestures to the goblin busy hoarding and stuffing his face. “I see you are masterful at rapid gathering. Both arm gathering and mouth gathering!”
Bastargre whistles for the attention of more goblins. “Look at this comrade of yours and watch this!” He takes the pastry back out of his pocket and goes over to the goblin hoarder and makes a valiant effort to forcefully stuff the pastry into his mouth on top of everything already crammed in it. With luck, he’d manage some good goblin comedy before the goblin has a chance to react.
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The goblins pause in shock that you’re trying to interact with them. Muttering words of “longshanks” and “speaks” are recognizable. The goblin on the cart starts in surprise and chokes on the food crammed into its mouth.
The other goblins seem to shake off their surprise and draw their dogslicers (goblin knives).
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Bastargre’s heart drops as he loses his audience and fear returns. He flings the burning piece of wood in his hands into the goblins haphazardly and darts behind the deeper, calmer voices he hopes are capable of handling this.
Despite the fear, he can’t help but let out a chuckle about the mouth gatherer’s fate. He’s not entirely sure if it was a waste of the pastry.
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Bringing the hammer down on between the pointy green ears before the goblin can gain purchase on the soft ground. “Aye!” The splatters of blood not dimming Moritus’ smile at all. “You’re not half bad my lad (@eke).”
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After the goblin stops twitching, you and @Eke notice the two gnomes running toward you with a pair of goblins chasing them.
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Mylos looks up to realize the townfolk have all scattered. He gathers his belongings and heads over to the commotion and smoke. He encounters a couple of Gnomes and and Dwarf that were involved with the fighting. He introduces himself and asks them what was the fighting was about. He also asks them if there is good place to stay?
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Roll perception 1d20
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In spite of you lack of awareness to the burning stands around you, you still notice that there are yet 2 goblins rushing the gnomes, dwarf and half-orc.
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Overhearing this, a half orc tries to grapple toss one of the oncoming goblins from behind the gnomes towards the latecomer.
“A hand first, maybe! Or those beds may be our last.”
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Mylos realizes that the fighting has not ended and is still happening. He takes a defensive posture and grabs for a weapon to use against the charging goblins.
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A frightened goblin comes flying toward you and tumbles onto the ground at your feet shrieking shrilly.
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Mylos uses his weapon to kill the shrieking goblin before it can recover from the fall and attack him.
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