Death in the Marshes - Round 1

[Eclecticon]

Nice move.  With spear in hand, Laeral can use her broad Spears skill, rather than Dagger, to attack.  The goblin spears are in the orcish mode - broad-headed and heavy, used mainly for one-handed thrusting but also capable of being swung as a slashing weapon in a pinch.  Their profile is Damage 5, Edge 10, Injury 12. 

[Telcontar]

Hathcyn's weariness was shed from his body and he became a rabid beast cornered in its den. The sharp piece of flint he had grabbed was flung idly from his hand at one of the goblins and he grabbed the fallen spear. The light shone in his eyes and a fey mood was upon him. The crude instrument, which had been used to prod and poke the captives was now turned upon its masters. The Beorning set upon them with abandon mindless and without thought to his own life or limb. He would not be taken so easily again.

"CARROCK! CARROCK!" He yelled.

Even the Bardings quailed before his wrath and shrunk back from where he fought.

Awe to intimidate. Open Stance.
Awe

Rolled 1d12 : 4, total 4

Rolled 3d6 : 5, 3, 3, total 11

I have great spear but what should I roll for regular spear attack?

[AlyC]

Naught but fury shone in the elf's eyes. Focusing in on the nearest prey, a goblin, Laeral begins her pursuit. With longer legs and anger to burn the maiden is upon her quarry in an instant. A flash of metal cuts through the air as the spear that Laeral carries is swung at the repellent creature in a fluid diagonal arc.

Rolled 1d12 : 8, total 8
Rolled 4d6 : 2, 2, 3, 1, total 8

Laeral is still in defensive stance

[Eclecticon]

As the mud-spattered and footsore companions break loose from their captors, Kurgak staggers back from Esgalwen's blow.  For a heartbeat, he regards the deep cut across the back of his dark-skinned arm almost curiously, as if intrigued by something novel.  But then he leaps forward, snake-fast and howling like a storm wind. 


Kurgak responds to Esgalwen's two-handed strike in kind...

1d12 : 2, total 2
Rolled 3d6 : 3, 1, 2, total 6

[Eclecticon]

The heavy, curved sword lashes out, but Esgalwen moves like swift river water and it cleaves naught but the first tendrils of marsh-fog. 

Along the islets, the lines of goblins and Men dissolve into a chaos of noise, steel and blood.  The lone goblin still to brandish its spear at the companions lunges toward Arbogast as Laeral catches its fellow before it can escape her wrath.  Grimbeorn and Hathcyn espy the tumbled heap of the goblins' hoard at the same instant, and by their eyes alone share an understanding.  That which was soon to be their burden once more is now left unguarded...


The last goblin guard to stand and fight is standing and fighting:

1d12 : 11, total 11
Rolled 2d6 : 4, 1, total 5

[Eclecticon]

And that's a nasty hit!  Arbogast gets a hail-mary protection roll:

1d12 : 1, total 1

[Eclecticon]

Black murder in his eyes, Arbogast dodges a clumsy spear-thrust and lunges toward the goblin before him.  Too late does he realise that the thrust was a feint, and that the foe before him is as cunning as he.  The goblin whips the butt of its spear around, and the crack as it connects with the Woodman's skull is clearly audible.  Arbogast staggers and falls, red blood streaming from his face to mix with the greyish mud beneath the darkening sky.