Pathfinder: Arena IC

[Silver]

Alyssia's victory was short live as something wizzed past her, taking a chunk of blood and flesh with it. The sensation burned and the tiefling slapped a hand over the wound at the edge of her shoulder, the foreign feeling of this kind of pain making her bare her teeth and her pupils narrow to slits at the filthy creature who hurt her. She dropped her hand and screamed her fury, spaded tail lashing out behind her from where it once hid around her waist and clawed hands thrown backwards from the arcane power erupting from her throat. To most it must appear comical, her face twisted in a roar and no sound coming out. But to her target, it would be head splittingly painful. It was with a dark satisfaction that Alyssia watched the screeching goblin get thrown thirty feet, land in a heap and not rising.

Alyssai watched from the corner of her eye as the helf-elf darted towards the pit, Alyssia took a couple steps tot eh side, keeping her distance from the goblins, but keeping them within her focus as her clawed hands clenched and unclenched, her tail lashing like an angry cat's behind her.

 

[Lyric]

Kagé let loose a furious roar as a goblin's blade sank into his side. He slashed back in the other direction and missed once again, using the momentum to turn and face the adversary behind him, only two find that there were, in fact, two. His instincts flared and he welcomed them, his situation beginning to look dire. He saw an opportunity on wone of the goblins and lunged with his blade, but his injury screamed in pain at the motion, and he missed again.

A curse slipped from his tongue as his blade pulled to the side, only to see the goblin that had hit him fall at the hands of his friend. The kitsune smirked. Perhaps there was a chance he could find a way out of this after all.

 

[Cerulean]

BOOM

Another loud bang sounded off and another monster had a hole in it's head. The proceeding crash of it against the snow suggested that it probably wasn't going to get up ever again. And just like that, 12 seconds go by and four creatures lay unconscious and just about everyone was bleeding from somewhere. It had been a quick but deadly fight thus far. The only standing creature took another swipe at Kage, but missed the elusive rogue.

Civlir looked up desperately at Dara. Sweat was running down his face, as the full plate was quite heavy for a man on the edge. He reaches up for her, but his footing slips and he nearly fell into the abyss below. "Please! I have family!" The situation was growing worse by the second.

ROUND 3!

 

[Lyric]

Kagé glanced off to his side as he heard Civlir call out. Dara seemed to be trying to help the man up; good. He focused his attention on the remaining goblin again, slashing and, once again, missing. He growled, the last goblin standing before him because of his apparent inability to hit anything.

 

[E.T.]

With the others concentrating on the last goblin Dara dropped to her knees, her bow tossed aside as she lunged for Civlir. Her fingers buried themselves under his pauldrons and stuck fast. Groaning under the weight she was unable to lift him clear of the hole but she her grip was strong and at the very least he would not slip much further. Though she could barely risk opening her eyes she did manage to call out to the others.

"Keep one alive! I want to talk to it!" She called over her shoulder, hoping that the others would be able to do so. A life as a merchant had at least gifted her with a silver tongue.

 

[Silver]

Alyssa, noticing the flicker of movement from her peripherals, took off running towards the last of the standing creatures. Calling forth magic and then jutting it from her hand as she reached out and poked the goblins back, or was going to before she stumbled and poked herself. A hiss slipping through her lips at the initial burst of electricity. However she managed to cancel her own magic out before ti caused herself too much harm. Blinking a little bit, she shook her head and called herself back tot he battle at hand.

 

[Cerulean]

Civlir was trying so hard to hang on, with Dara's help. He began grasping at her clothes, frantic breaths becoming steam from the numbing weather. The snow was smooshed and flung as the two struggled to keep him from disappearing into the abyss. The man was starting to feel heavier and heavier...

SLICE

The little monster swiped at the mage, in a frantic anger. He didn't like her trying to attack him, and retaliated in kind. The crude blade made its mark across her torso.

BOOM

Another crack sounded, with no real effect.

NEXT ROUND!

 

[Silver]

ALyssia hissed, flashing her fangs at the impudent creature before her, tail lashing in anger from the pain. An oath slipped out of her lips in a dark language as one hand went to the blood at her chest and the other shoved its way out, crackling sparks surrounding the claw as she shoved it forward, intending to strike the goblin before her. Another oath slid from her lips as she swung wide, claws swiping at air and electricity diminishing from her claws.

Alyssia stumbled back a step, green eyes darkening as she seriously started to reconsider the choice to get this close, her chest throbbed and burned as the blood pulsed over the ripped fabric. Her hand not doing much to stop the flow as her shoulders lurched forward in a defensive posture, teeth now gritted to stop the demonic tongue that kept slipping from her lips.

 

[Lyric]

Kagé zeroed in on the last goblin, his battle senses washing over him fully now as he gave up conscious thought in exchange for pure animalistic instinct. He lunged forward, his blade moving in a flash before the goblin could even hope to stop it. This time, there was a satisfying resistance for a moment, time seeming to freeze to the kitsune for a moment as one of his blows finally struck. Half a second later, it was followed by the thud! and then screaming, gibbering madness as the goblin's arm, still clutching his weapon, fell to the ground. There was another thud soon after as the goblin fainted.

Kagé stood over it, breathing heavily as he came down from the rush of the battle. "Dara," he called. "If you want him, you'd better move fast. He's going to bleed out at this rate." Starting to collect himself, the ninja knelt beside one of the other goblins, laying his sword near him. He engaged the release on his wrist sheathe, dropping a knife into his hand which he used to cut a strip of cloth from the goblin's clothes, which he in turn used to clean the blood from his blade. He sheathed it before cutting another, longer strip. "We've got a tourniquet, if we need one," he called, holding the strip up so the others could see. This done, the ninja began rummaging through the bodies to see if there was anything worth taking.

 

[Cerulean]

Anything found on the tribal monsters beyond their armor and weapons would not be very fruitful. They each carried some coins, but didn't have need for much else. This was doubly true for the one burned to a golden brown crisp.

Civlir's struggle had become tiresome for both him at the half-elf. He got a strong grip on her sleeve, a grip that started to pull them both into the hole. In a stroke of luck, Dara's pants caught on the wooden scaffolding that lined the abyss. "WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING US?! YOU SELF-ABSORBED, GREEDY SKAMELAR!" He shouted, perhaps in vain. The struggling left him gasping for air. The man's widened, heavy eyes stared into Dara's. "Tell, Ezekiel, I'm sorry." He knew if they went on like this, it would be the end of both.

Closing his eyes, the man pushed her arms away. Falling into the darkness, there was one last crash.

And then nothing.

The clouds grew more grey, darkening the scene, as the group could look over the scene of blood and snow. Snow started to fall.

225 XP each

 

[Rosedrachen]

"Maggot spoiled cheese! Fleas infested dogs!" curses a white ratkin, not too far from the caravan, but far enough to not notices each others presence. Her name is Tizki Longear, a druid, and traveling merchant.

She occasionally traveling from town to town, exchanging trinkets and whatever errands shopkeeper gave her but this month has been bad luck to her. The last town apparently have changed leadership, and Tizki fall victim to a sudden elevated tax. They confiscated her wares and Tizki is forced to run, least they take all her money and belongings. Sadly, Tizki just realizes that her supplies was left with her wares and now she stuck on the tundra.

The smilodon behind Tizki licks her, she almost lost balance. Patting the big cat, Tizki whispers soothing words to her animal companion. As a druid, not that Tizki can't forage and looks toward the nature to nourish herself. But her companion is a different matter, the smilodon which she named Kitty refuses carcass that have been left to rot or things that Tizki calls 'pet food'. Tizki often jokes that the cat only eats gourmet foods.

Now calmed down, Tizki hops back to her companion and gets Kitty to stand up on two legs. Having an increased sight range with the height, Tizki spotted smoke not far from her location. Tizki tap on the smilodon's shoulder and Kitty goes back on four, making her rider jumps a little.

"Well, there seem to be some folks that way, hope they are friendly," Tizki says as she commands Kitty to bring her toward the smoke.

Perception check: 13
Knowledge-local check: 19, untrained

Tizki spots a caravan just sort of sitting around. "What the rat-fleas they are doing here? This is not the place to sit around and sing a song, goblins tend to wander this territory. Eh, none of my business, but they might have jobs for us, Kitty. Let's approach them, carefully."

Riding Kitty, Tizki Longear approaches the caravan. She makes sure they can see her, hoping they have good enough eyes to see a little ratkin above the smilodon. One time there was a hilarious mishaps when Tizki approaches certain adventurers and they thought it is a wild smilodon going for an attack. They must have bird-brain, Tizki curses back then, she can't understand how hard it is to spot a saddle and a ratkin right above that saddle. After that, Tizki wears clothing that is easier to spot, a green cloak over her hide armor.

"Hoy there, friendly lads! Is there a room and substances there for a rat and her cat in exchange for extra protection and druidic skills? We are out of stock, would be grateful if we can tag along until next settlement," Tizki shouts, while having her hands up in a gesture of being harmless. Her scimitar is sheathed on her belt and they can also see a heavy wooden shield tucked on her side.

 

[E.T.]

Dara was slipping. Clumps of snow tumbled over the edge of the pit, pushed forward as she was dragged further and further over the edge. The wooden edge of the pit dug into her midriff as she was pulled further, splinters of wood, wedged up by her passing caught at her pants digging deep into her legs as she fought for purchase against them. Civlir's shout ringing in her ears she just managed to catch the last of Kage's shout.

"FORGET THE GOBLIN! HELP ME!" She shrieked over her shoulder. There was a snap as a small section of wood gave under their combined weight drawing Dara's eyes back down to lock with Civlir's own panicked gaze. Their breath was coming in heavy, wheezing gasps now. Dara felt like her shoulders were about to be pulled from her sockets. A dark little voice at the back of her mind questioned the strength of her hands, whispered of how easy it would be to relax her grip, and delighted at the burning that persisted in her chest. Another inch forward and Dara screwed her eyes shut against the pain as the shaft of the arrow, sticking from her hip, caught against the wood planks and twisted in her flesh. When she opened her eyes again she saw red spots dancing in her vision, a second passed like a year as she was finally able to focus her eyes and found herself met with Civlir's heavy gaze. She could see the weight of choice hanging on his brow, but her brain was made slow with pain and exhaustion and his words barely clicked into place as she felt his grip slacken.

"no-" The sound was of a plea, but he just turned away.
"no." Her grip was failing, and it was almost to easily that Civlir pushed her away and descended to the pit below.
"NO!" She called after him, arms swinging widely, attempting to grab him, stop him from falling, stop him from dying. As she jerked forward the arrowhead was pushed further into her wide and her vision erupted with red. Her fingers snapped blindly at the air and their very tips caught at a strip of fabric that pulled loose as Civlir dropped from sight. For to long Dara lay, arms dangling over open air, her nerves cast in fire, to shocked to pull herself up.

A deep knot was tangling itself in her gut, slithering up to settle in her throat. Pulling herself off the lip off the pit she lay in the snow for a few long moments before slowly struggling to her feet, a streak of scarlet clearly marking her side as she turned to face Kage and Alyssia. There was something dangerous in her gaze, a dark fury without an outlet, only marred with a flash of sorrow as she glanced at the cloth that she had ripped from Civlir as he fell. The the gold embroidery warped and misshapen in her clenched hand. She stalked closer, it was almost uncomfortable to be near her, so searing was her gaze. With relief she turned her ire to the goblin that lay bleeding in the snow.

"You will not be free." Came a low snarling voice as she knelt next to the goblin, pulling a section of rope from her belt to tie it around the goblin's stump of an arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding. No, with the mood she was in now, the goblin would wish they had left its to its quiet death.

 

[Lyric]

Kagé growled in annoyance as he searched the goblins, his choice to do so having been an attempt to keep the remaining one alive as per her request, and should he be so lucky, to help his own wounds as well. And either way, he was in a poor enough condition that he doubted he'd have been much help. She was lucky he was even treating this as urgently as he was, instead of trying to tend to his wounds.

He let it go, however, and pocketed the coins, but didn't find anything to more effectively help him keep the goblin alive. Luckily for him, Dara stalked past him, the rage bubbling off of her almost tangibly. Not seeming to even notice him, she tied off the goblin's stump with her own length of rope. Kagé approached to get a better view, but still hung back a little in case she happened to turn on him.

 

[Silver]

[fieldbox= Alyssa, green] Alyssa bent over, placing her hands on her knees as she panted, blood still oozing out in places. At the half elf's gaze, guilt swelled up inside of her. And her own emerald eyes dropped as she began to trifle through her bag. Pip came popping out of some nearby brush, where he'd taken shelter during the encounter. The weasel like creature scurried up his tieflings body until he was once again at her shoulder. However the trip drew more than one hiss from the redhead.

Soft clinking sounds escaped as Alyssa pulled out three vials. Two with a warm red colored liquid and the other one with a red liquid…that seemed to almost spark a bit, as if it where unstable. Taking the odd one of the three, she uncorked it and swallowed down its contents, flinching at the taste. After the vial was empty, she slid it back onto her bag before she walked over to the masculine of her companions, sliding one of the vials into one of his hands soundlessly and without preamble as she passed by and began to make her way towards Dara. Handing out the last of the three in offering to do with it what she would.

"Should we head back?" She asked quietly, voice somber as she glanced down at the bleeding goblin. "Take it with us? Or should we do this here?" She continued. Eyes not glancing back at the hole, she'd garnered what the repeated no's and screams probably met. And behind her the pit loomed like a giant monster, more dangerous than the goblins had been. And in her mind, two little girls peeking out of a wagon appeared. What would they tell his girls? Her guilt intensified. The mongoose's small head rubbed in against her own cheek as a soft chitter slid into her ear.

"Can we get to his body?" This question slid out quieter, almost a whisper on the chill air.
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[Lyric]

The vial pressed into his palm, Kagé sank to his knees, holding it up to his eyes. Finally, relief. He opened it and threw it back like a shot, before offering the empty vial back to her as he pushed himself back to his feet.

 

[Effort]

This place was so frigid, it was kind of amazing really, especially to a person that spends the majority of his life in cities. The cold was almost soothing to his right hand, reddened and marred by the burns there that had healed some time ago. He felt the snow also on his face as he stumbled through it. His skin here was also marred by the same burns, almost crippling his ear and following the line of his jaw and halfway up his cheek and down the same side of his neck where they extended down the side of his chest and torso. All this was covered though, as the man was wearing the appropriate clothing for the climate, but if one peered into his hood they'd see some of the burns on his cheek above the scarf.

Cursing the goblins, he continued to make his way through the height of snow. Fortunately he had prepared a little something for this and the weather did not bother him, it wouldn't again for some time. Pausing for a moment he turned his head about, having thought he heard something. Perhaps another caravan. As he clambered through the snow toward the noise, hoping that maybe these people would be able to help him out of here, things got quiet. After a moment of straining his ears, he heard the fain sounds of conversation. That's right, some of this was looking familiar, getting his bearings finally he continued on toward the path that he had strayed from, not to mention there was some smoke in the air.

Heading toward the road he saw here there were large prints in the snow, an animal of some kind, looked like it was heading toward where he thought the noise and the smoke was coming from. Sure enough just ahead of him he could see a big big cat, with a rider, heading toward the caravan. They didn't seem hostile and appeared to making a point of not looking it. After a moment of though Remi proceeded ahead, trying to use the paw prints to ease his travel, putting an arm up in the air and waving.

 

[Big Goblin Bastard]

A detour. Now why did he have to take a detour? Because he thought he could make a quick shortcut by sliding down some hills with his skis. A big mistake though he had been lucky enough not to encounter anything too threatening. He stopped for a moment over a hill to have a moments rest, pulling back his hood and scarf. Hair of brilliant blonde billowed in the wind. Features chiseled as if from a marble by an god gifted artist with nary a blemish on his features. The tall figure with eyes the color of the most vibrant blue like that of the clear sky. His pack was quite heavy and he wondered if he had to make camp soon, a somewhat undesirable option as he wished to get to anywhere with more than a single person to share a meal or even a drink. The lone travels of a wandering warrior for justice, honor were often starved by the companionship of others.

The mighty gorgeous man was about to turn away from the horizon but at the corner of his eye he ntoiced something that didn't quite fit in with the surroundings. He narrowed his eyes at it, trying to focus his eyesight until he deduced the shapes. A caravan. Joy filled his golden heart and he was quick to use the sticks to push himself down the hill to ski towards he caravan. As fast as he could he traversed the snowy landscape

Once he could make out more details regarding the caravan he raised his hand, calling out "Hello" as he got closer and skied. Once within a spitting distance of the caravan he called out again in the common tongue. "Greetings all. I hope I do not catch you at a bad time. Ragnar Brightmane at your service. Would you be in some need that I may be of assistance?" he called out to the caravan with a cheery grin, showing imaculately clean and white teeth.