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'Well, at least someone was able to do something. Though it'll take a week to get the stains out of this robe...' Edi thinks, regarding the smashed and broken goblin lying before him. It's clear from his expression - or lack thereof - that the death doesn't disturb him. With the closest threat taken care of, he makes his way towards the last goblin, moving carefully in case there are others hiding nearby.
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Findal stands up from the dead goblin and feels the pain coming up his link with his companion.
"Return" He calls and the creature shudders, its form fading slowly as Findal begins to summon up his power again. |
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Able feels warm wetness in the seat of his pants and grimaces. That was going to make sitting a chore for the next day or so. With a snort, he makes his way towards the final goblin in sight. His morningstar swings easily with his pace as he looks from right to left and then all around, sharp ears listening for the telltale signs of more of the mischievous and evil goblins. He prays that this is an isolated incident, but knowing the goblins there is bound to be others.
"Blasphemous cretins" the half-orc mutters.
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Andrezi does a backflip and uses the momentum to bring the point of his blade into the goblin.
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Findal steps back, calling up the power within him and stomps one foot on the ground. As he does a circle of lesser summoning springs into life on the ground and a creature begins to form within. A dire rat.
"Get him" Findal says, pointing at the nearest goblin. The rat squeaks and charges, intent on pouncing and eating anything it can bring down. The creature misses wildly, skidding past its target. |
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Whimpering with fear and rage, Mouse continued to thrash and pound at the vicious little thing with all her might. Get down, get down," she muttered.
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Drops of red stain the ground by Able's feet from the spray caused by the swordsman's blade slicing a fatal wound into the remaining goblin. He arches his eyebrow at the sight and then to the carnage of the scene. Such travesty upon a holy day. A heavy breath slowly escapes his lips.
"There are more goblins to the north, likely battling with the local militia. Those who can should join myself in lending their blade to quash this menace." The half-orc's heavy footfalls echo off the hard earth as he moves north.
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Edi relaxes momentarily in the silence, then looks up sharply at the sound of an explosion from the north, followed by more of the goblins damned chanting. Looking around for something to use as a weapon, his eyes fall on the nearby goblin slowly bleeding out. Quickly pacing around a heavily armed half-orc who seems to be headed in the same direction, he retrieves the goblins dogslicer from the quickly growing pool of blood. The balance was odd compared to his dagger, but it was better than waving his arms about by far.
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Grasping the poorly-made weapon in his right hand, Edi almost feels as though he'll be less effective with the weapon than without it. 'Any port in a storm, I suppose.' he thinks, the equivalent of a mental shrug. He tries to quickly end the suffering of the nearby goblin before putting his mind to chasing after the newly arrived enemies, not waiting around to see the results of his effort. If it was destined to meet Pharasma, it would pass one way or another. He had done his part. "Anything for the church, Father." Edi replies ambiguously.
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Able's eyes shift to the left, taking into the horrid form of the female chanter and her torch wielding compatriots. They shift back to the north and bare witness to the cruelty that is the goblin upon his vile mount. It is clear to the half-orc where he should head. A building can be replaced; a life cannot.
"The one with the whip is a spellcaster! The rest of you take her down quickly!" His voice rings clearly above the din of the battle, settling itself in the ears of those around him most comfortably. Moving towards the mounted goblin, his eyes narrow as his teeth clamp down on the pipe that still hangs from his mouth. "Your life ends here vermin. Your blasphemy upon a holy day of Desna will find no redemption in this life." A faint shimmering of blue surrounds Able's form as he pronounces judgement upon horsechoppa-wielding goblin. The morningstar in his hand glows white for just a moment. The jury was in and the executioner at hand.
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