* Poorly scribble excerpt from Fox's stained notebook
We left one last goblin maimed and in agony. At first he did not want to cooperate. After a bit of pressure and intimidation the foul creature began spilling the magic beans. He claims that there are treasures in the keep. He insists that the floating guy is his boss. States that he is a total dick and forces his kind to dig day and night. The filthy wizard means nothing to me. My only concern is the black lady and he starts to clam up.
Groth forces the wretch to talk some more. We also promise him free passage away from here. She is in the keep, working for Chium, looking for an intelligent artifact. She has 100's in league with her, guarding and working in the compound. With nothing more to say I turn him loose. I am after all a man of some of my words.
The goblin flinches a bit and eyes all of us intently, not sure if we are done with his services. We ignore him and he makes his way, limping down the hill, towards the field. At fifteen feet out Aren cracks his whip and the creature explodes.
"Oh, now you want to kill something," I couldn't resist the jab.
Notes to self:
1. Find Black Lady
2. Get better at intimidating goblins
3. Get more handkerchief's
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Friday, June 8, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Wave Dos, Surf's Up!
When last we left our merry band a platoon of goblins proved insufficient in deterring their quest. Surrounded by a pile of corpses, the group gathers their bearings. Pools of blood shone bright in the sunlight. Flies moved in by the dozens.
Atop the hill the dilapidated stone structure kept watch over the carnage. A wave of creatures spewed out from the front gates. They swarmed down the hill like ants at a picnic. Goblins followed by large beasts splashed through the bloody slop. At once 4 goblins fell on Fox. Coming to his rescue Aren fumbled for his whip. Unable to locate it he pulled out and iron pot instead. In frustration he heaved the pot into a group of goblins.
"TOM PETER!" Cried Aren.
Raddick joined the battle with a crushing blow to a goblin wearing a brown bandanna. Next to Raddick, Groth exploded into a blind rage. He slashed through three small green enemies. Fresh blood mixed with old splattering this way and that.
Goblins screamed and wolves howled as the sky lit up even brighter. Nera felt the air around her boil as the temperature raised. She turned her head to see robed figure casting fiery spells. A shower of fire rained down and bathed a group of goblins in death. Nera was curious of the newcomer. This display did not signify his alliance.
From behind the mass of goblins came the dire wolves with goblin war chief riders. One snuck up and knocked Groth to the ground. Aren cocked back and dispatched a goblin. Raddick kills four of his own and takes on a wolf.
"This hasn't stopped me before," shouted Groth from the ground. He swung on a pile of Goblins, sending limbs and gore flying. A snarling wolf charged in slinging spittle. Groth lurched forward and brought his blade down splitting the wolf in two. Finally with a moment to breathe he stood back up. The battle raged on with the Nera, Fox and the newcomer dealing out their damages.
As more dire wolves came down the hill a mist overcame the three who were in the thick of the battle. The strange mist lasted only a moment and once it dissipated Raddick and Nera found themselves covered in shadow. The half-ogre had more than doubled in sized. His armor and weapons grew in size also. Standing over 20 feet tall Groth was a terrorizing site. The creature raged on and his temper seemed to match. A group of wolves surrounded and tripped him to the ground.
"Leave my friend alone," Aren had grown attached to the green fellow and decided to cast a distraction. Nera called out a healing spell. Again from the ground Groth raged out and killed two wolves who attacked from behind while the newcomer rained more fire down on the last of the wolves.
Nera and Raddick moved away as Groth got to his feet.
"Watch out above you!" Aren shouted out. The group stared to the sky. Overhead a Goblin Wizard hovered in the sunlight. How long had he been there? Where had he come from? Was he in league with the newcomer? His arms stretched wide, an arc of blue light connected them, and he fired a blast at the green monster.
Groth dodged the blast and leaped into the air. Given his new size and the new length of his sword he appeared to reach fifty feet. The last two feet of his sword buried deep into the wizard's side. Drops of blood rained down on the party. Proving his allegiance to the party the newcomer fired a magic missile into the floating wizard. In fear of total destruction he took off towards the ruins.
Orange Handkerchiefs for everyone!!!
Atop the hill the dilapidated stone structure kept watch over the carnage. A wave of creatures spewed out from the front gates. They swarmed down the hill like ants at a picnic. Goblins followed by large beasts splashed through the bloody slop. At once 4 goblins fell on Fox. Coming to his rescue Aren fumbled for his whip. Unable to locate it he pulled out and iron pot instead. In frustration he heaved the pot into a group of goblins.
"TOM PETER!" Cried Aren.
Raddick joined the battle with a crushing blow to a goblin wearing a brown bandanna. Next to Raddick, Groth exploded into a blind rage. He slashed through three small green enemies. Fresh blood mixed with old splattering this way and that.
Goblins screamed and wolves howled as the sky lit up even brighter. Nera felt the air around her boil as the temperature raised. She turned her head to see robed figure casting fiery spells. A shower of fire rained down and bathed a group of goblins in death. Nera was curious of the newcomer. This display did not signify his alliance.
From behind the mass of goblins came the dire wolves with goblin war chief riders. One snuck up and knocked Groth to the ground. Aren cocked back and dispatched a goblin. Raddick kills four of his own and takes on a wolf.
"This hasn't stopped me before," shouted Groth from the ground. He swung on a pile of Goblins, sending limbs and gore flying. A snarling wolf charged in slinging spittle. Groth lurched forward and brought his blade down splitting the wolf in two. Finally with a moment to breathe he stood back up. The battle raged on with the Nera, Fox and the newcomer dealing out their damages.
As more dire wolves came down the hill a mist overcame the three who were in the thick of the battle. The strange mist lasted only a moment and once it dissipated Raddick and Nera found themselves covered in shadow. The half-ogre had more than doubled in sized. His armor and weapons grew in size also. Standing over 20 feet tall Groth was a terrorizing site. The creature raged on and his temper seemed to match. A group of wolves surrounded and tripped him to the ground.
"Leave my friend alone," Aren had grown attached to the green fellow and decided to cast a distraction. Nera called out a healing spell. Again from the ground Groth raged out and killed two wolves who attacked from behind while the newcomer rained more fire down on the last of the wolves.
Nera and Raddick moved away as Groth got to his feet.
"Watch out above you!" Aren shouted out. The group stared to the sky. Overhead a Goblin Wizard hovered in the sunlight. How long had he been there? Where had he come from? Was he in league with the newcomer? His arms stretched wide, an arc of blue light connected them, and he fired a blast at the green monster.
Groth dodged the blast and leaped into the air. Given his new size and the new length of his sword he appeared to reach fifty feet. The last two feet of his sword buried deep into the wizard's side. Drops of blood rained down on the party. Proving his allegiance to the party the newcomer fired a magic missile into the floating wizard. In fear of total destruction he took off towards the ruins.
Orange Handkerchiefs for everyone!!!
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