Sleepy Goblins

Feldard, still keeping watch along the route they’d come from, added his wisdom. “It won’t take those wolves long to track us here. I say we find a position of advantage, dispatch these then find a way to storm the village. If we attack the village or even attempt to sneak in before finishing with these seven, there is a strong likelihood that we could be trapped between the two groups.” As the dwarf spoke, he readied his weapons for an upcoming battle.

Miklos grasped Feldard’s shoulder then placed his fingers to his lips. “If it is surprise you seek, I shall send these folk into a magical slumber. That way we may be able to pass unhindered and without alarm!”

The cleric nodded in agreement. “Let us see what Miklos can achieve. At the least we will have fewer foes to contest us.”

Stephan nodded in agreement to Miklos’s plan. He crept silently to a position from which he could train an arrow on the approaching goblins in case it was needed. Kneeling behind some petrified wood. The cover was excellent. He readied his bow.

The plan wasn’t at all what he’d had in mind but it was a plan. Feldard sought what cover he could and raised his crossbow, ready to take out any that might not succumb to the mage’s magic.

Ludo quickly grasped the situation, took cover behind a tree and readied his bow. Notching an arrow, he aimed it at a Goblin rider. Images of the torture inflicted upon him by Vlaak flashed through his mind, there will no mercy for these Goblins he vowed silently to himself.

Hasan joined his fellow archers in preparing to take down any survivors.

Miklos glanced around to see that everyone was in agreement. He edged his way a little closer, the better to encompass the scouting group. It was important to act swiftly, as they might alert further goblins within. There was no knowing how many lurked within the twisted foliage.

Miklos expertly formed the the symbol of summoning and deftly cast the blanket of slumber upon the goblins and wolves shortly after they had crossed the log bridge.

The seven goblins all fell asleep at the mage’s command. The dire wolves however, were built of stronger stuff. They had picked up the scent of the interlopers, and they knew what to do. The two of them shook off their dozing riders and headed straight for the group. Arrows shot at them as they swiftly rushed forth. Meanwhile, from inside the lair, another wolf was released. Sans rider, it hastily charged out of the entrance, trying to catch up to its brothers.



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7 responses to “Sleepy Goblins

  1. Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+5xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp

    Maruc: 20,155/24000
    Miklos: 20,270/40000
    Feldard: 20,245/34000
    Hasan: 19,430/32000
    Stephan: 19,210/32000
    Ludo: 18,735/20,000

  2. Ludo

    With shocking realisation Ludo knew that Miklos was in mortal danger. His experiences from his fathers estates he knew that wolves were intelligent, cunning and ruthless animals. They would naturally attack the most vulnerable target, in this case Miklos. Ludo exhales sharply in the cool night air, shoots his arrow at the closest wolf attacking Miklos and quickly notches another to his bow whilst continuing to look for a target.

    DM – If any of the wolves look like they are going to get within melee of Ludo, he will scramble up a tree.

  3. Feldard

    With the riders down and wolves charging, Feldard moved from his cover and did his best to reload his crossbow. Hurry.. hurry. There! He raised the crossbow and aimed as the first of the wolves crested their small hill. Release! Feldard didn’t wait to see if his aim was true, he dropped his crossbow in favour of his axe and began to rush forward to intercept the wolves charge on Miklos.

  4. Maruc

    Maruc raised his shield and swiftly stepped in front of Miklos. Timing the impending collision of the lead wolf he bunched his legs and launched himself forward as the beast cannoned into him. Maruc was jarred against the impact. Bespite being stunned the wolf’s reactions were lightning fast and a paw wrenched open Marucs’ shield and it bit hard into the priests steel pauldron. Maruc rammed the shield rim into its head to lossen its vice-like grip. It wouldn’t budge and it bagen to rake the priests brestplate with its heavy claws. In desperation he brought his knee up sharply between the wolf’s legs. It took three attempts to encourage it to let go. He spun on his heel and brought his flail around in a wide fast arc and down on the creature catching one of its legs which snapped at a sickenging angle.

    The beast shot forward and fastened its jaw to Maruc’s thigh, the priest cried out and slammed the flail again and again into its spine until its back legs gave way.

    Maruc followed with

  5. Stephan

    Stephan kept a steady breath as he let fly three arrows before the wolves had to be engaged. A splite second behind the action of Feldard, Stephan followed suit–dropping this bow and hefting melee weapons. In his case, sword and shield.

    He rushed forward. Seeing the first wolf nearly downed by Maruc and the second well in hand by Feldard, he took on the third. The snarling beast lunged in an impossible arc through the air. Stephan stepped sideways bringing his blade down, striking the lupine in midair.

    “Blessed, Halav!, the hide is tough!”, Stephan tought as his sword did little damage on this first attack. The beast landed with a sickening sound of growling hatred and scrabbling claws. Turning on Stephan, the thing again lunged with a cunning twist that caught Stephan off guard…

  6. miklosdostevar

    Grateful for the priest’s intervention. Miklos backed away. Glancing to the left he saw Feldards mage-wrought axe cleave with ease through the toughened hide of the dire wolf facing him. To his left Stefan faired less well, but fought valiantly none-the-less. Miklos backed away further as Maruc was forced back by the wolf biting and clawing at him.

    If he got the chance he’d have to thank him for saving his life.

    Not for the forst time either.

  7. Hasan

    Hasan saw the wolves close the distance in a trice, but they never reached his sword’s striking range. Which was all the same with the elf, who saw the fury with which the creatures attacked his companions. Maruc faced one just 10 feet away and could scarcely hold it away from the nearly defenseless mage. As the wolf latched its jaw into the priest’s leg, it finally presented a clear target. Hasan drilled an arrow into the creature’s outstretched neck.

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