Moritus rushes past the oblivious druid and slams into the other two goblins that trail closely behind the one that is shrieking in the mud. The oaken shield bashes into them with a hollow thud. Looking to the druid from behind the safety of his shield, “Can you summon a kitten or something? It’d be more help than you right now…”
With a wry smile and another playful wink. Moritus waits for the half orc to flank the invaders. His feet digging into the battle-churned ground.
Gazing intently, Trav circles around the goblins grunting heavily, never turning his back…
Your spear pierces it through. (Druid code disallows metal arms and armor, wooden handles and poles are allowed)
Shaking their heads to clear the fog, they stumble to their feet.
“I think you may not be welcome here, goblins…” he says, daring them to stand and tucking in with another round of blows.
Bastargre gathers himself enough to rise to his feet, but is still too scattered to think or do much beyond throwing rocks from behind the other adventurers. He does at least select and heave them with full intent to dispatch, however.
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the rock strike the goblin square in the face. It sprawls backward. Its dagger stabs the other goblin in the neck.
Trav drops his stance and looks up at the gnome. “Huh. Well met!”
He surveys the courtyard.
With all the goblins down, you’re able to collect yourselves.
Many goblins lay dead in the square as well as a few unfortunate townsfolk. You can hear fighting of the town guard off to the east.
Roll perception.
Bastargre stares at the pair of goblins in disbelief and turns to nod at whatever the half-orc just said. He looks around to see the aftermath of the struggle.
@discobot roll 1d20
(Have they gone far from Amieko’s food stand? And are there many others around?)
You smell the scent of something strange and different up the north road, before hearing a human scream for help. It couldnt be more than a 400 meters down the road.
Okay… Just…