The Goblin sees Rothgar charging, and sees a rage in his eyes that is matched by terror in the goblin's own. As Rothgar reaches for the ax, the goblin deftly spins and pivots out of reach. Rothgar grabs only air.
So close. He does not take an attack of opportunity, because he is not wielding the ax. It is too large for him to use effectively, and he has no other weapon in hand. Some other things that are visible on the goblin, that I forgot to mention before. Under his dark cloak, links of fine chain mail can be seen. They are filthy, like all of his clothes, but don't appear rusted or damaged, the little you can see. On his hip is a shortsword, on his other hip is a quiver full of arrows. On his back are a short bow and a stuffed backpack with a bedroll and waterskin strapped to the outside. Apart from the battleax, all the equipment seems sized for someone of his stature.
Post by Surallel Sol on Mar 29, 2015 12:48:58 GMT -8
I use intimidate to demoralize and demean the goblin thief
"NOW YOU'VE DONE IT! I GAVE YOU ONE CHANCE, YOU GOBLIN WRETCH! NOW THE MIGHTY ROTHGAR AND HIS BAND WILL BREAK YOUR BODY AND TEAR YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS ACROSS THE PLANES BEFORE IT SNAPS AND IS FRAGMENTED AMONGST THE STARS! DESTROY HIM!"
Yo...you guys, The goblins eyes dart around wildly. have a lot to learn about common courtesy among fellow travellers. He visibly swallows. Since these are yours, and to show what a generous guy I am. I will just leave these things here, near where I found them. He drops the ax (in his square) with a splat into the soggy ground. The Ioun torch floats gently to the ground beside it in a tight spiral. I won't even insist on a finders fee. See? Such violence and suspicion are totally uncalled for. We aren't dwarves, we are good folk 'round here. He smiles a massive, but nervous, grin. And then bolts as fast as he can into the night. He is fast, given his short legs, and is quickly lost from sight.
Everyone gets an attack of opportunity, except Surallel. The nearest light is Tessa's Dancing lights which are in her square, they stopped there when they illuminated the goblin. The human's lose sight of the goblin around AC6, Tessa's lowlight allows her to keep track of him a bit longer, but when she loses sight, he is still running. Unless Attacks of opportunity are taken or someone gives chase, we will leave initative.
Post by Surallel Sol on Apr 6, 2015 9:00:00 GMT -8
I cannot believe you allowed him to flee! Is this the first time any of you have ventured into the wilds on a combative mission?! You don't let greasy goblins run off with knowledge of your position and numbers! That cretin is going to sell this information to anyone willing to pay some coin and we're going to be exposed and met with hostiles! I can forgive the Monk because he's never left the cloister but the rest of you! How have any of you managed to live this long? (SIGHS) I sometimes wonder if Earth is where the cosmos dumped all the stupid creations.
Post by Ravna Reiersgaard on Apr 6, 2015 15:46:11 GMT -8
Ravna wades out of the underbrush; she shoots her non-existence cuffs, straights her coat, and levels a sour scowl at Surallel.
Well, my job would be easy if all I had to do was stand there and flap my mouth, wouldn't it? To Tessa and the others, she says, There was a bird - an eagle, actually. It alit on my shoulder during my watch - told me about the thief. I have no idea where it came from, nor where it went to, but it spoke. Gods above and below, it actually spoke to me! As if, for the first time realizing what has transpired, Ravna checks her arms and shoulders for any trace of the mystery bird's presence, then begins scouring the surrounding campsite.
Looking for bird-sign (it's like worm-sign, but with less spice and potential death.) viITxriu(1d20+7)
There is no sign of the bird, beyond your lights there is darkness, with any number of unseen fowl. No lingering evidence can be found. If Ravna and Tessa compare notes on the eagle, its coloring and breed seem to be the same.
After a brief discussion of the events of the night, everyone tries to return to sleep. Sleep doesn't come easy, as uncertainty abounds. Ravna finishes her watch, and Darvan takes over for the final watch of the night. Darvan's watch is uneventful. He finds no visits from thieves or birds, nefarious or beneficent. With the coming of dawn, the party starts to rise and prepare themselves for another day of travelling.
If there is anything special you would like to do in the morning, let me know. I will put a marching order on the Battlemap. If you guys want to change it, go ahead. The route is fairly open, so you can walk 5 abreast if you choose for most of the way, or stay single file. I imagine as you travel, your formation shifts as you guys walk, talk, take breaks etc. I just want an order in case you get ambushed.
The party gathers up their rain soaked campsite with the new day. The sky is still dark with clouds, but those accustomed to looking can see where the sun sits behind the clouds. As the party moves on its morning progress rain occasionally falls, short drizzles mostly, nothing like the torrential downpours of the previous day. The grass is wet and slippery, especially on the downhill slopes, but the party is still able to make progress. The eagle seen previously is nowhere to be seen. Other birds can be seen occasionally, overhead, but they seem to pass the party by without interest. There is also no sign of the goblin from last night, he ran off to the east, and the party is heading west.
After a brief lunch the party continues. The sun begins to peek through as the clouds thin out. The wind is still chilling, but as the sun comes out, things start to dry out. The journey would be almost pleasant if not for the lingering paranoia.
As night falls, the party makes camp. Exhausted from the journey those not on watch fall asleep almost immediately, those capable of sleeping anyway. Night comes and goes without incident. No sign of thieves nor eagles.
With a new day the party sets out again. As the party gets further west, a massive green field can be seen on the horizon. It is reminiscent of the ocean, a field of green that stretches across the horizon, until it is lost in a distant haze. Consulting the map confirms that the the party is getting closer to the Zarakwald, about half way between the edge of the forest and Cold Lake. Today the skies are clear, and the sun is shining. Compared to the last few days, the weather is almost balmy. In the sky, birds chirp and a few raptor (the bird kind) can be seen hunting, using the crags in the north to flush out game. It is difficult to tell if any of them are the eagle seen previously, but it is possible. Assuming talking eagles need to eat.
Among the birds diving in and out of the rocks in the north, you notice one carry a small animal away to a high rock. It seems to eat at it passively (almost like snacking) as it scans the horizon to the south. It is difficult to see at first, the bird is over a hundred feet away from the party, but you notice that it is clearly a Golden Eagle, the same breed as described by Tessa and Ravna. It appears to be scanning the horizon to the south, but it could just as easily be watching you. (There is a penalty due to distance, it is already factored into the Perception DC) When the bird has picked the small rodent clean, it seems to disappear from sight as fine mist rolls through the crags.