Raging into a whirling dervish and almost taking on the appearance of a bear, Jysten sprints forward sliding low and with his great axe takes swing at the arrow welding goblin
Jystn lets out a scream and runs toward goblin(#1). Eyes red with rage, he swings wildly with his greataxe but the nimble goblin manages to dodge the swing. As the axe passes over his head.
Jystn looks up in rage just as a third member of the b hole brigade charges at him. Though this one is a bit larger. A bugbear bears down on him and swings a morningstar. Jystn takes his free hand and catches the neck of the weapon and snarls at the new foe.
@Ruff clasping an unstable ball of crackling energy extends his arm quickly and the energy shoots forth and hitting the Bugbear directly in the chest, leaving it howling in pain.
OUT OF NOWHERE YOU SEE A FLASH OF GOLD BURST FORTH FROM THE TREELINE
The streak of gold rockets into the goblin which was suspended from the tree. In a split second you hear a bloodcurdling scream, and a thud as the goblin hits the ground.... accompanied by a rippling hulk of sinewy muscles in the shape of a massive panther. Its fur glows brilliantly gold, with not a spot to be seen, other than of course, the red which plasters its nose which was buried deep in the goblins haunches.
The panther rips open the throat of the goblin, silencing his screams, and blood gushes forth tremendously. The animal begins to lap up the blood when it notices the party. The golden beast grabs the goblin up with its fangs, and climbs back up the tree, dragging the corpse up with it to one of the lower branches. There, you hear a slobbering up and snapping of bones as the Panther enjoys its midday meal.
The shock of the Panther attack briefly stuns everyone, but that is not the only new arrival... Over the crest of the hill appears two Goblins carrying crossbows and Two more bugbears approach from the north.
Proclus slams his staff into the ground and lowers his head to its gnarled top. Wisps of fog appear just to the west of the trio in the path. The scene grows opaque as the fog deepens and deepens, until the area is completely obscured.
Opening his eyes, Proclus calls to the bugbear, "You're beaten! Take your goblins and go!"
And to Jystn, "Follow my voice! Let us leave without further bloodshed!"
Fog starts emanating out of the ground thickening quickly and obscuring a large portion of the clearing, covering Jystn and the visible Goblinoids. The fog heavily obscures the area making those caught in it blinded.
The scene briefly goes quiet, a bit of confusion setting in with those caught in the fog. Unable to see anything around them. Then from the fog you hear a great horn blast that reverberates throughout the clearing and beyond. You...hope that's a sign of retreat...
Recalling the relative location of the injured bugabear, I head to the edge of the fog nearest it’s lovatkon with shield held up and longsword at the ready. Listening for its continued whimpers of pain to indicate where it’s at, I ready an attack towards any goblin or bugabear that exits the fog. I shout to Jystn “Retreat out of there Jystn! Follow my voice!”
Neda is excited to get the chance to show off a bit. "Did someone mention a storm? We've got the fog," she says playfully, doing a twirl, "now here comes the thunder!!!"
She focuses on where she remembered there being enemies and produces a deafening blast of sound.
Satisfied with herself, she does another flourish with her arms, this time directed towards Kan. "Sorry you got hit, buddy, hope you feel better!"
Lastly, she directs Laz to fly upwards to stay safe.
As Sarippus lands softly on the ground, he stands at the ready and throws back his hood.
Standing at 6 foot 2 inches tall, with a slender yet toned physique, stands Sarippus. His medium length brown hair is tied out of his face by a wreath of bay laurels. His eyes sparkle with an emerald sheen as the light dances off of them. On his arms he wears vambraces, and his armor is studded leather. On his back is a longbow and a quiver packed full of arrows.
If one were to pay close enough attention, they would notice that his right vambrace he wore bore the scars of a panther's claws.
Retraction: The net finds its target, though just as it nears @Proclus a shimmering shield ball pulses around his frame. The net is halted, and falls harmlessly to the ground at his feet.
The Panther launches from the treetop and within a few quick strides he is staring face to face with Proclus, who witnesses his bloody fangs, having just consumed part of the goblin.
Sarippus whistles, and Sanguis turns away from Proclus, scooping up the net in his mouth and returning it to his master.
“I hope you realize why I did that.” Says Sarippus.
Just in case he doesn’t, Sanguis is on the ready, ever alert to protect his best friend, Sarippus, in case of a sudden attack.
Humans always forget how old most elves are. After all he's been through, after all he's seen, he's supposed to be impressed by a little housecat? Such ignorance. Such arrogance. He survived a century of the Spellplague! He was there at Myth Drannor when the flying city destroyed it! Clearly, this is just another test of patience and mercy.
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Bugbears murdered my entire tribe!!!!!
“Nice shot, @Ruff - I bet lightning doesn’t strike twice though!”
The streak of gold rockets into the goblin which was suspended from the tree. In a split second you hear a bloodcurdling scream, and a thud as the goblin hits the ground.... accompanied by a rippling hulk of sinewy muscles in the shape of a massive panther. Its fur glows brilliantly gold, with not a spot to be seen, other than of course, the red which plasters its nose which was buried deep in the goblins haunches.
The panther rips open the throat of the goblin, silencing his screams, and blood gushes forth tremendously. The animal begins to lap up the blood when it notices the party. The golden beast grabs the goblin up with its fangs, and climbs back up the tree, dragging the corpse up with it to one of the lower branches. There, you hear a slobbering up and snapping of bones as the Panther enjoys its midday meal.
Proclus slams his staff into the ground and lowers his head to its gnarled top. Wisps of fog appear just to the west of the trio in the path. The scene grows opaque as the fog deepens and deepens, until the area is completely obscured.
Opening his eyes, Proclus calls to the bugbear, "You're beaten! Take your goblins and go!"
And to Jystn, "Follow my voice! Let us leave without further bloodshed!"
Proclus INTIMIDATION check #1 (roll: d20 +2)
RPBotBOT - Today at 8:27 PM
@Proclus rolled 3. (1, 2)
Proclus INTIMIDATION check #2 (roll: d20 +2)
RPBotBOT - Today at 8:27 PM
@Proclus rolled 6. (4, 2)
@Storm You are up
She focuses on where she remembered there being enemies and produces a deafening blast of sound.
Satisfied with herself, she does another flourish with her arms, this time directed towards Kan. "Sorry you got hit, buddy, hope you feel better!"
Lastly, she directs Laz to fly upwards to stay safe.
@Neda turn. done
Casts Shatter
Uses Healing Light
You hear weapons hitting dirt from inside the fog. seemingly none finding their mark.
@Sarippus You helm the good ship lollipop
From the shadow of the tree tops, a net flies toward Proclus!
Standing at 6 foot 2 inches tall, with a slender yet toned physique, stands Sarippus. His medium length brown hair is tied out of his face by a wreath of bay laurels. His eyes sparkle with an emerald sheen as the light dances off of them. On his arms he wears vambraces, and his armor is studded leather. On his back is a longbow and a quiver packed full of arrows.
If one were to pay close enough attention, they would notice that his right vambrace he wore bore the scars of a panther's claws.
Sarippus whistles, and Sanguis turns away from Proclus, scooping up the net in his mouth and returning it to his master.
“I hope you realize why I did that.” Says Sarippus.
Just in case he doesn’t, Sanguis is on the ready, ever alert to protect his best friend, Sarippus, in case of a sudden attack.
Humans always forget how old most elves are. After all he's been through, after all he's seen, he's supposed to be impressed by a little housecat? Such ignorance. Such arrogance. He survived a century of the Spellplague! He was there at Myth Drannor when the flying city destroyed it! Clearly, this is just another test of patience and mercy.