The Goblin Guards
One of the crossbow wielding Goblins peers around the corner it hides behind, and then suddenly looks terrified, particularly when the big-eared female Elf winks at it.
Kyalia’s first arrow pierces the Goblin’s chest, passing clean through all the important organs en route, blood gushes from the wound, the Goblin sags.
Her second arrow strikes the creature in its left thigh, it yelps furiously – juggles its hand crossbow and looks beaten already.
The creature, all the blood drained from its face, curses – and with shaking hands brings its crossbow to bear… may demons eat the Elf.
It fires, and misses by a considerable distance.
The little terror quickly recalculates the odds, and runs… barging through a set of rusty doors on the west wall of the chamber, beyond is a dirty passage heading further in to the complex. The creature skids around a corner, and out of sight – screaming!
In its native tongue of course.
The second Goblin Shooter – Spizz, looks concerned, time to get the hell out of dodge – but first.
SINRUTH! RED HAND!
Spizz adds and pumps his arm several times – a victory salute.
Then backs away, towards the exit through which his comrade departed, grinning all the while and making ready for his next shot, he draws his short sword en route – just in case.
Shaking the cobwebs from her mind, Velani still lying on the cold stone floor looks around – takes in the situation.
Bloody hell, am I that rusty?!
She mumbles to herself.
She jumps to her feet, stares at the remaining Hobgoblin.
Ok, let’s see if I can survive another one of those blows to the noggin…
She makes a Valiant Strike, a Heroic Effort…
The Hobgoblin is unprepared for Velani’s sudden attack, she connects with the creature, skewering the beast through the shoulder and pouring in to the wound her holy radiant power.
And yet still it stands, grunts and looks to bring its flail in to play.
The Hobgoblin mutters, matter-of-factly.
Although, while not yet bloodied, the creature finds it hard to lift its shield in to place.
Velani battles through the pain, gets her Second Wind, grimaces – she’s no age and yet, this is proving to be far more difficult than she expected.
Blinding pain floods Freggo’s body, he staggers, looks down at the crossbow bolt sticking out of his side. That wasn’t there before… maybe I’m not cut out for this hero stuff after all…
But Freggo surprises himself, he adjusts his fighting stance and levels his longsword at the remaining Hobgoblin.
I… told… you…
Freggo spits through gritted teeth, the Swordmage springs forward – his sword begins to glow. Alas his timing is off however, and the Hobgoblin seems to be fighting more efficiently, it brings it’s shield to bear. Undeterred, Freggo swings around to cut off the Hobgoblin’s retreat, or else prepare to chase after the fleeing goblins.
Freggo finishes, hoping that his friends can do a better job.
Well wide, Kali dances out of the way and allows one of his colleagues to get in close.
Viator watches the Goblins departing, he shakes off his headache. Viator moves toward the closest of the pair – Spizz, who meets the Eladrin’s gaze and raises his hand crossbow to… Viator blurs and disappears, appearing a fraction of a moment later behind Spizz, at the corner in the corridor.
The screaming limping Goblin rushes on in to a well-lit chamber ahead, a jumble of bedding on the floor – in the middle of the chamber a group of Hobgoblins stare hard at the creature – then look beyond and spot the Eladrin Psion. All three reach for their weapons.
Two other Hobgoblins, sprawled in bedrolls on the floor, stir as if from slumber.
Catching sight of the new foes, Viator pushes his power out towards them.
In a storm of movement his mind tears at their bodies attempting to relocate them, throwing them towards their just-roused companions – Dimensional Scramble.
Um… We have more company!
Viator calls back.
A burst of psionic energy erupts through the Hobgoblin ranks, one groans as the molecules in his body are momentarily disassembled – then slumps to the ground, bleeding from ears, eyes and mouth – dead. Another is left suitably scrambled, and suddenly finds itself teleported further away.
The Hobgoblin worries and wipes his brow.
Of the remaining four Hobgoblins left standing in sight, three are not as heavily armed or armoured as those fought previously – they wear rough leathers and have longswords sheathed at their belt or in hand. The fourth Hobgoblin is armed and armoured the same as the belligerent buggers in the previous chamber- in chain, with a heavy shield and cruelly spiked flail.
The Goblin Shooter – Spizz, continues to scream… now in an ‘I told you so’ fashion.
Back in the entrance chamber the remaining Hobgoblin Warrior shakes his head violently, trying to dislodge the angry bees that buzz there, he cannot- he remains out of sorts – dazed.
The creature sticks to its task, smashes its flail in to Freggo, the Swordmage slumps to the ground, lies still and bleeds profusely.
Ah-shahran shakes his head.
I know you like Velani, but really, imitation is kind of inappropriate right now. Gorm, see if you can get him up!
Ah-shahran mutters, Gorm materialises next to the fallen Swordmage and licks at Freggo’s face, then turns to Velani, wags his tail, and leaps across Freggo’s body briefly distracting the stoic Hobgoblin Soldier as he fades away, allowing Velani to snap off a rapid slash.
Freggo blinks open his eyes, the Swordmage looks angry and frightened, above him the Hobgoblin still rages and swats – this time at Gorm. Velani slices once more at the Hobgoblin, the creature staggers, goes to take a step back but steadies itself. Blood pours from a myriad wounds on the beast -
The last of the word a hiss, it fights on yet.
Note the Encounter has just got a little harder -
Encounter #6 – 952 XP – Level 3 Encounter
4 Hobgoblin Grunts (Level 3 Minion)
1 Goblin Acolyte of Maglubiyet (Level 1 Controller)
2 Goblin Sharpshooters (Level 2 Artillery)
3 Hobgoblin Warriors (Level 3 Soldier)
End of Round #3
Three PCs wounded, with one bloodied – Freggo (27/6 +4 HP), Kali (25/16 HP) and Velani (28/23 HP).
One Hobgoblin Grunt killed.
Goblin Acolyte of Maglubiyet dead.
One Goblin Sharpshooter bloodied (31/5 HP).
One Hobgoblin Warrior deceased, and two wounded – one bloodied the other only slightly (47/10 & 47/37 HP).