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Post by Rothgar MacRothgar on Apr 28, 2015 18:04:32 GMT -8
Rothgar grunts as he grows larger than he's ever been before and swings his massive weapon into the goblin's face.
Axe 3 bab, 4 str, 1 enh, 1 feat, -2 two weapon, -1 size, +1 tessa, +2 flank
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Shield 3 bab, 4 str, 1 feat, -2 two weapon, -1 size, +1 tessa, +2 flank
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Damage +5 str, +1 tessa
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Post by Master on Apr 28, 2015 19:05:45 GMT -8
 As Rothgar increases in size. The Goblin's eyes grow wider than anyone present thought would be possible. His worried smile melts into a look of pure terror. He slowly lowers his hands, as if he simply doesn't have the strength to keep them up any longer. He takes no notice and affects no reaction when Surallel's arrow flies nearby. His eyes remain wide and transfixed up to the moment that Rothgar's axe hits. The little goblin immediately collapses in a broken heap. He continues to breath, in weak gasps. The Hobgoblin is in a similar state, but not quite as bad off. The other small goblin (Goblin One) seems to have expired when everyone's attention was elsewhere. The battle is over. The party receives 1200 experience, 240 each. Initiative is ended.
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Post by Darvan Marnos on Apr 28, 2015 23:05:02 GMT -8
Darvan brushes some of the drops of blood and embers that have collected on his arm before looking up at the enlarged Rothgar. "I don't see how that was necessary. He had surrendered." Darvan then bends over to check the goblin's state and, if still alive, attempts to stabilize him.
Heal check +3: +3 wis
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Post by Surallel Sol on Apr 29, 2015 5:43:54 GMT -8
Surallel puts away his bow and looks to his right and his eyes return to that steely unblinking sorcerer's gaze as his hand does a quick outlining of an invisible man. {Spoiler}
Surallel casts Unseen Servant and instructs it to collect any precious metals such as coin, items, or fillings off of the goblins. He then breaks from the gaze and returns to Darvan. "Darvan do not waste your time on goblins. Rothgar, just kill this thing and let's be done. Remember, the last one you all let free brought more upon us. AlSO, I got shot. I hate getting shot! DARVAN, you nearly exploded! How can you be ok with these goblins? Tessa, thank you so much! Your calm and quick decisive action is quite refreshing. AND Ravna, how about next time your START with blowing yourself and the enemy up?" |
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Post by Master on Apr 29, 2015 9:06:13 GMT -8
Goblin Two is stable.Those who do not identify Surallel's spell (DC 16 spellcraft) are unnerved somewhat when the clothing of the hobgoblin starts to twitch, as if something is going through its pockets. The flaps of his backpack flie open and contents are removed, as if by themselves. His backpack contains some filthy, mildewed rags that could be used as a bedroll. There is also a waterskin half full of some kind of greenish sludge. A healthy person might be able to drink it, in a pinch, but they likely would not be healthy for long. All the contents of the pack float over to Surallel, and drop before him in a heap. Among the foul smelling rags and refuse, Surallel does find a number of vials and potions. There are 4 full bottles in all, as well as 2 small jars with a foul smelling paste inside. As Surallel goes through that, the hobgoblin's chakram floats off the ground and glides gently toward Surallel and into the refuse pile before him. DC 16 Spellcraft/Perception/Craft (Alchemy): 2 magic potions
DC 20 Craft (Alchemy): 2 bottles. There is a strange liquid inside. The smell is almost overpowering. There is a strong undertone of alcohol, but also some rancid earthy smells. As if someone ate a pile of garbage, the ground beneath it, got drunk, then threw it all up and bottled it.
DC 25 Craft (Alchemy)/Knowledge (Nature)/Profession (Gardener): 2 small jars. There is a faint smell to the paste, very faint. It is earthy. It is likely the from a root or tuber of some kind.
There are some items on the Hobgoblin that were not removed. His weapon and his breastplate remain. A few moments after the Chakram is delievered. The massive hammer twitches, as if something is trying to lift it. A moment later, the breastplate on the hobgoblin similarly twitches. When the armor stops twitching, the hobgoblin's belt twitches and slides from the his waist and floats over to Surallel. The hobgoblin is still for a moment, before his pants are slowly tugged from his motionless body. DC 5 Knowledge (Local) or wait a few seconds.Only a race as savage and vile as the hobgoblins would willingly go into battle without underpants. Then again......they got nothing to be ashamed of.
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Post by Darvan Marnos on Apr 29, 2015 12:46:56 GMT -8
Profession (Gardening) check +9: +3 Ranks, +3 Wis, +3 Class Skill
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1d20+3 "Criminals are supposed to be given trials, and sentenced by the wisest of society, not killed on the whims of a mage. You have been tasked to enact justice, not wanton vengence! If you don't know, or care, to understand the difference, Captain Tane will be hearing of it."After binding the goblin's wounds, Darvan moves to the next nearest prior foe (the hobgoblin) to see his state and stabilize him if possible. "Besides, it was not the goblins that harmed me this battle."1d20+9·1d20+3 |
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Post by Rothgar MacRothgar on Apr 29, 2015 18:14:52 GMT -8
Rothgar wipes his large axe off on the ground as he shakes his head at Darvan, but does not make any attempt to stop him.
You do realize they will certainly die from exposure, unless you plan on carrying them back for a trial, where they will be executed anyway. Executing the vermin now is more merciful.
He then looks around to the rest of the group.
My understanding of our mission is to kill bandits, and ensure that Lucky doesn't have a magic user with him. These goblins tried to attack us and steal our property, which sounds like banditry to me. If they do survive, I don't want whoever they attack and likely kill next to be on my head. With that said, I will not ask anyone to kill against their conscience. If anyone else feels as Darvan does, let me know now so I can keep that in mind when I give orders.
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Post by Tessa Rothaldi on Apr 29, 2015 18:21:52 GMT -8
Tessa rolls her eyes at the quibbling. Humans could be so ridiculous sometimes. She walks past Surallel, giving a brief once-over to the objects in front of him to see if she can identify any of them.
Spellcraft: aV42Iysf1d20+8 for the magic potions.
Knowledge Nature: 1d20+7 for jars of paste
Rothgar isn't wrong. She muses. I generally don't kill unless I need to, but if we do spare them, what will you do with them? I really don't want this coming back to haunt us again. By the way, Darvan, did you need some healing as well? I have a spell or two left in me.
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These could be useful. Anybody mind if I hang on to these? She indicates the magic potions.
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Post by Master on Apr 29, 2015 19:29:35 GMT -8
After an uncomfortably thorough search of the hobgoblin, the unseen servant moves to the dead goblin. His weapon as well as a pile of soiled rags float over to join the pile in front of Surallel and Tessa. Among the soiled rags are a number of finer garments. Nothing fancy, but of a finer make and quality than the goblin's rags. Some small leather and wool coats, wool trousers. There are larger clothes as well. Perhaps enough to clothe half a dozen small or medium humanoids. The unseen servant also brings forth a number of wadded up papers, which are dropped in the pile. In the bottom of the dead goblins pack is leather sack when the sack is placed on the ground before Surallel and Tessa, the torn sack breaks on the group spilling its contents, a tidy pile of coins and rough gemstones, and another magic potion, identical to the ones on the hobgoblin. The unseen servant then tries to remove the goblin's crossbow, it is unable. Same with his chain shirt. Before it disrobes the dead goblin, it finds his quiver of bolts and removes them a few at a time, piling them up next to Surallel and Tessa.
This dead goblin had a Masterwork Small Shortsword. The clothing is not worth much, maybe a few copper. It might be possible to use the various articles to make a cold weather outfit. The coins total 34g 312s 157c. The rough gems are worth about 200g in their current state. There are 20 crossbow bolts.
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Post by Surallel Sol on May 1, 2015 5:56:08 GMT -8
"Hey now, I'm..pretty sure goblins aren't considered people so our notions of justice don't really apply. It'd be a lot like putting down that boar. Also, look at all this money. They must've raided quite a few groups before us. And they didn't exactly hesitate with the deadly force either. Speaking of the money and gems, how are we splitting this up? Because you know, *ahem* magic ain't cheap."
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Post by Ravna Reiersgaard on May 3, 2015 20:32:55 GMT -8
As the others speak in heated tones, Ravna wrestles with unspoken guilt. The monk, though somewhat cagey regarding magic, looks a bit singed around the edges. Her usual dexterity had failed her. Fingers coated with boar meat grease from lunch, possibly? Had she picked her nose during battle? She inspects her hands, silently embarrassed.
Inspiration strikes. She feels in her belt pouch for the small, slim vials reserved for healing potions. Cupping it in her palms, she expels a gentle breath on it. Delicate glass fogs, then fades, and the contents swirl with an iridescent shimmer.
"Here." Shuffling up to the monk, Ravna proffers the healing potion, tied neatly with a sprig with evergreen and rafia for a festive look. "I'm sorry for bombing you."
(Using Infusion, Ravna gives Darvan a Cure Light Wounds potion. It cures 1d8 damage +1/level)
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Post by Darvan Marnos on May 3, 2015 20:55:50 GMT -8
As Ravna holds the healing potion in front of him, Darvan hesitates for a slight moment. Perhaps he is unsure of Ravna's motives, or just somewhat distracted by his failed attempt to stop the hobgoblin's bleeding. In either case he takes the bottle from Ravna and quickly says, "Thank you," before downing its contents. As the vial is emptied, he says, "I do not mean to imply that I blame you for harming me. Accidents will happen in a battle. I just find the idea that I should choose punish the goblins for a mistake on your part absurd."To Tessa's question Darvan says, "We should bring them with us, until we can hand them over to the proper authority, or someone else that would do so for us." Darvan then turns to Rothgar, "Have you thought at all about what we may find at Lucky's camp? Yes, supposedly there will be bandits there. There may also be consorts, wives, children, or elderly parents of members of Lucky's band. Do you intend to slaughter all we find there simply for possibly being peripherally involved with banditry? Or do you think we may need to consider what to do with prisoners beyond 'kill them all'?"
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Post by Ravna Reiersgaard on May 3, 2015 21:32:18 GMT -8
"One moment, Tessa." Ravna inspects the paste.
Craft Alchemy roll:
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"Weed mush, by my reckoning. All yours." Her gaze sweeps over the wounded and dead goblins. "Darvan's right, Sir Rothgar. That one had surrendered. Will you be so merciless when it's a goblin cub or female? They aren't born evil; society creates those who do evil deeds."
"On the same token, time isn't a luxury we have, and justice is at least two days' travel in the opposite direction, Darvan. Taking them back would burn up too much time. We have a job to do, and that might include sneaking up on Lucky's camp." Ravna nods at the surviving goblins. "No matter how well you tie their bonds, they could escape, make noise, warn compatriots in the area, and their care will consume resources we probably can't spare. Sir Rothgar, as long as you can promise and swift and painless death, I support your decision this one time, though it truly gives me no pleasure."
As she notices one of the bodies jerking in an unnatural way, Ravna whirls on Surallel. "Knock it off, you creepy old man! Have some bloody decency!"
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Post by Surallel Sol on May 4, 2015 8:17:47 GMT -8
Surallel speaks in the general direction of the bodies. "Ignore her. Complete your task."
"Hey Tessa, don't bogart those light wound potions. I'll definitely take one."
Surallel then turns back to address Darvan and Ravna "The goblins require no decency. They will die, either here, either later due to justice enforcers or many years from now due to their own mortality. I ain't in this for your little expedition, sweetheart. I'm in this for the money and for as quickly and easily as I can get it. My experiments need to press on. NOW, let's dispatch the filthy goblins, split the money, and let's get a moving."
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Post by Master on May 4, 2015 9:06:53 GMT -8
"Hey Tessa, don't bogart those light wound potions. I'll definitely take one." A cursory glance would show that apart from a small hole in his jacket, with a corresponding spot of barely noticeable blood, Surallel is in perfect health. At least as perfect as he was an hour ago. |
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