Book 1 - Chapter 1: Under the Harvest Moons

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     "Excellent work peasant! Now I shall finish the leader!" Exclaimed Thedrin as he turned and charged the hobgoblin.

Full round action: charge hobgoblin

Rolled 1d20+6 : 11 + 6, total 17

Damage

Rolled 1d8+3 : 4 + 3, total 7

[Asta]

Thedrin's charging swing caught the hobgoblin full in the chest, caving in its armor as well as its rib cage. The sickening sound of crunching bones could be heard throughout the square as the creature retched up a sizable amount of blood and collapsed to the ground.

Thedrin charges Hobgoblin, dealing 7 damage. Hobgoblin is now dying.

Cecelia to take turn.

Combat

Roll20
Initiative Order: Goblin 1, Goblin 2, Rhenri, Goblin 3, Thedrin, Hobgoblin, Cecilia, Scathach
Log:
Round 1
Goblin 1 charges Thedrin, dealing 1 damage
Goblin 2 shoots at Rhenri, misses
Rhenri shoots at Goblin 2, misses
Goblin 3 charges Rhenri, dealing 1 damage
Thedrin attacks Goblin 1, misses
Hobgoblin shoots Thedrin, dealing 1 damage
Cecelia attacks Goblin 3, critical, dealing 6 damage, Goblin 3 is disabled
Round 2
Goblin 1 takes a 5ft. step and attacks Thedrin, dealing 2 damage
Goblin 2 takes a 5ft. step and shoots Cecelia, dealing 4 damage
Thedrin attacks Goblin 1, misses
Hobgoblin shoots Rhenri, misses
Cecelia casts Mage Armor on herself
Scathach takes a 5 ft. step and shoots Hobgoblin, dealing 8 damage
Round 3
Goblin 1 attacks Thedrin, misses
Goblin 2 takes a 5 ft. step and shoots Cecelia, dealing 3 damage
Rhenri shoots Goblin 1, dealing 9 damage, Goblin 1 dying
Goblin 3 crawls 5ft.
Thedrin charges Hobgoblin, dealing 7 damage, Hobgoblin dying

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[Oath]

Wincing in pain, Cecilia fires back at the goblin that had hit her. An acid dart soars towards the last creature standing.

Using Acid dart. Ranged touch attack

Rolled 1d20+2 : 20 + 2, total 22

Acid damage:

Rolled 1d6 : 5, total 5

[Oath]

crit confirm

Rolled 1d20+2 : 18 + 2, total 20

Acid damage

Rolled 1d6 : 4, total 4

[Asta]

The caustic projectile catches the remaining goblin full in the neck and rapidly begins to dissolve its flesh. The nasty little thing is incapable of more than a gurgle of pain as its throat melts and it collapses where it stands. As the last active goblin lies melting next to the dais, Scathach quickly strides over to the one that was trying to crawl away, draws her sword and decapitates it; kicking the head away in disgust.

"Nasty bastards," she says with a frown.

Cecelia attacks Goblin 2, critical, dealing 9 damage. Goblin 2 is now dying.

Scathach moves 25 ft. and deals a coup de grace for 12 damage. Goblin 3 is now dead.

Combat over.

Not long after the final blow was struck, a stout balding human with a large beard comes hustling into the square from the east. He's wearing the uniform of the Town Watch, a militia group that keeps guard over the town and its outlying farmland, the knot of rank on his shoulder indicates he is high up in the organization.

"Oi! There's goblins in the to-" he comes to an abrupt halt once he comprehends the scene before him. "I guess you had this in hand then. Good work, the Watch cleaned up the other groups already and we started putting out the fires. I don't believe we're acquainted. Manas MacGil, Captain of the Watch." He stows his mace and offers a gauntleted hand.

Experience

201 exp each.

[close]

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     "We clearly have managed to fend off the beasts on our own. Surely thanks to my leadership and the quick thinking of these serfs." Replied Thedrin as he took out the wand he kept in a case hanging alongside his sword. With a muttering of its activation chant and a press to his bruised rib, he sighed slightly as he felt the healing energies do their work. He looked to the others that had fought the goblins. "Were any of you wounded? I could render aid if you need it. I am, of course, a generous and magnanimous commander so such a trivial use of resources would be nothing to me."

[Asta]

"Ah. Right," Manas replied with a skeptically raised eyebrow. "You must be... Bregan's nephew then. Well, I suppose your magnanimity would render my own healing unnecessary." The watch captain stuffed a simple holy symbol on a chain back under his chain shirt then turns to Scathach. "Is that you Scathach nic Baire? How are you getting on?" Manas' tone seemed much more relaxed than one would expect of a watch captain whose town was just attacked by goblins.

"Me? Oi'm roi as rain!" She flicked her long curved sword quickly at the ground, splashing goblin blood on the cobbles then hefted the blade over her shoulder. "'Oy many ye kill Manas?"

Manas squinted skyward and counted off silently on his fingers for a second. "About five I'd say?"

"Aww, yer 'av al' the foon." Scathach sighed.

"Anyway... Once you're all patched up you should head to the square outside the shelter, mayor wants to have a town meeting about the goblins. Assuage fears and all that." Manas stands there waiting, but clearly would like to move on.

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Healing, assuming that no one turns it down

Thedrin

Rolled 1d8+1 : 4 + 1, total 5

Cecilia

Rolled 1d8+1 : 2 + 1, total 3

Rhenri

Rolled 1d8+1 : 3 + 1, total 4

[Oath]

"Thank you sir. I don't believe I've had a chance to catch your name but I appreciate your assistance with these goblins. I'm Cecilia Reinhold wizard of sorts, archaeologist of sorts." She tried her best to be courteous to the healer but she never felt quite at home dealing with nobles.

Cecilia listened intently to Manas, and gave a short salute. "Sounds good, I'd like to talk to the mayor and see if there is anything I can do to help after all the hospitality the town has shown me. Thank you for bringing us the news.

[Throndir]

Village Square
Present

Rhenri nodded upon receiving the healing glancing at the person before her. She briefly remembered her time training to be an assassin, wondering if nobles such as these would have been potential targets if her training continued. Either way, she did her best not to betray any of her inward thoughts however.

"Thank ya kindly sir." Rhenri said throwing a wink at their 'magnanimous commander'. Of course, she didn't really mean it.

When Manas described the situation, Rhenri only nodded more. She wasn't so keen about risking her life for other people, but she did show hand in skill with the bow just now, plus it'd likely win her some points with Scathach anyways. With that in mind, Rhenri smiled her best attempt at a warm smile at the watch captain.

"Rhenri Simra's always lookin' to be a helpin' hand. I do so often go huntin' with Scathach here, if the mayor needs help, then I'll be a good kind of busybody and help out!"

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     After tending to the others that had rallied, Thedrin flourished to offer his hand in greeting in the dainty palm down bend he was accustomed to.  "Ah yes a pleasure to meet you... wizard? I am Thedrin Ashewake, of the Albion Ashewakes, squire of-"  He stopped himself from the normal recitation of his now revoked titles and quickly withdrew his hand that had been offered only to display a conspicuously missing signet ring.  *Ahem*  He coughed into this fist before quickly turning the conversation back to the matter at hand. "Of course!  Something must be done about these goblins if they can simply waltz into town so freely!"  Exclaimed Thedrin a little too enthusiastically. "I'd like to see the mayor's explanation for this!"

[Asta]

"I'd be surprised if there is an explanation." Manas replied, his demeanor suddenly turning grim. "Goblin's don't usually act with so much coordination. They started a fire on the south side of town to draw people away and then marched in from the north west in groups of four to six. That's far too intelligent a tactic, even with hobs leading them."

Manas grimaced as he looked over the four corpses in the square. "They didn't break rank and flee when they started dying either did they? That's not normal."

"Aye. Weird that." Scathach agreed, lips also drawn tight in a look of consternation.

Manas turned away from the square and started marching to the center of town, motioning for you to follow. Along the way you encounter a few straggling villagers, and the watch captain directs them to the central square outside town hall.



When you arrive in the square, a sizable portion of the population is already gathered there, conversing in murmurs about the attack.

"Damned evil things! Whatr' they even doing so close ta town?!" A man asks his neighbor.

"Miracle nobody got killed, shame about the Coineagan's place though, wonder where they'll put up in the meantime?" another asks.

"Bloody bastards. Ruined a perfectly good festival" a woman to your right curses.

Finally, another woman nearby calls out; "What if there's more comin'?" This sets the whole crowd into another wave of frenetic muttering until a mans voice calls out over the din.

"Everyone calm down!" A moment later the townspeople fall quiet, and turn to the source of the voice; an older man with close cropped white hair and a bristling mustache stands on top of a large crate near the door of the town hall. You recognize him as Marcas MacLamraich, the mayor of Telan. "Before we go off in a panic," he continues, "Lets just be glad that things didn't turn out worse. Everyone involved in the defense did a class job of keepin' us safe. Give em a round."

The villagers gathered give an applause that goes on for a few minutes, accompanied by some cheers. A few folks nearby even clap you on the back and shake your hand. Marcas calls for quiet again before too long. "Here's th' situation. No promise that we'll be able to keep fighting them off if they come back, no tae mention the bastards are unusually cheeky to be raidin' considering they usually stick to attacking travelers. Tomorrow we'll send a group up to Aite-Aerd and ask the Righ to have some of the soldiery come down and take a look round the countryside to put down any large groups. I'll pick some folks out, or if anyone wants to volunteer you know where to find me. Won't be sendin' no more than a few so they can move fast. Now everyone go help get those embers put out and get some sleep. We'll do a proper inspection tomorrow."

With that Marcas gets off the crate, and soon after the crowd begins to disperse.

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     "That's it?" Remarked Thedrin to his uncle whom he had met back up with in the crowd. "See, this is why there needs to be a local lord. Someone that can levy some conscripts to deal with these kinds of problems instead of making a journey all the way to the king for every goblin infestation." He said as the crowd started to disperse. "That said, this is the perfect opportunity. Just like in the stories of old, a quest has presented itself. I could claim this as an errant quest, kill a couple hundred goblins, and reclaim my rights and titles when I return to Albion as a successful knight errant! I must be a member of this party being sent to petition the Righ." Said Thedrin before going off to find the mayor.

[Throndir]

Village Square
Present

Rhenri's eyes went towards the horned Thedrin Ashewake. Normally, she would taken some mirth in the thought of a nobleman, or what seemed to be one, attempting to hunt goblins, but she figured the town had been kind to her the last few years, and as long as it was just goblins, it wouldn't be too risky to go out there with that inspection.

Rhenri leaned in close to Scathach, as much as to tease the ranger as well as to keep her words just between the two of them. "I reckon that man's goin' to git himself killed. Whaddya say? Up for joinin' this inspection group?"

Also INT check on what I know about the Albion Ashewakes if anything.

[Throndir]

Intelligence Check 1d20-1 : 1 - 1, total 0