[b]Goblin D18[/b]
The goblin moves from d18 to d20
The goblin takes a steadying breath as he draws back on his short bow, taking careful aim at the half orc barbarian. 
[hider=Goblin D18 Vs. Bar][b]Attack Roll:[/b]1D20 = (20) Crit
[b]Damage Roll[/b]2D6 = (8) + 2 =10 
[b]Rage[/b] 10/2 = 5[/Hider]
The goblin would let a smile cross he green features watching the arrow find it’s mark square in the centre of the behemoths chest. The sound of squelching through flesh and the look of shock that crossed the Barbarians eyes as he realised what had happened. His tongue darted out licking his lips, a force of habit that he had developed with his many hunts. Yes, this was a good day and they would find many riches on these travellers surely. So focused was he on the Half-orc that he had not even noticed the rest of the battle taking place.  
However what the Goblin had not expected was what Bar did next, with a surge of strength and prowess over battle the half orc stood back up nocking the arrow out with a swing of his giant hands. The goblin was suprised to see the half orc stand again after such a hit then he heard a bellow of rage escape from him as if he were unharmed at all by such a powerful attack.
He then hurries back to his last location.
Relocates D20 - D18


[b] Cienna Rose[/b]
[i]A Few Days Piror – Present time[/i]

Cienna was sitting on a table at the Harpers headquarters in Neverwinter having a chat with the other members who weren’t on active duty. She was wearing her normal non-battle attire of a skimpy black outfit with a black garter on her leg. Her eyes watching everyone that came and go, paying attention most to those that approached the message board. A habit she had picked up since joining the enclave some time ago. She found the work as rewarding as her time spent serving in the Fairy armies. The weather was nice and she was looking forward to a good nights’ rest. 
It was during this moment that her riviere was shattered a man came running in reporting that a goblin horde was massing on the roads towards Phandalin and if something didn’t happen about them someone would get killed. Not normally the type of mission that Cienna would take for herself she relaxed back taking another drink from her small cup that she had beside her. That is when she heard that a caravan had set of the day prior heading in that exact same direction. Now she reacted flittering up into the air. 
She quickly agreed to take the mission for a payment of 10g which would be provided by the local trading post in Phandalin. She made some quick arrangements with the Enclave and gathered her armour and equipment. And headed downstairs to the stables where her faithful mount and companion swift strider was resting. “Come boy!” she said walking over and grabbing her gear from the hanging rack that had been put in specially for her. 
Swift strider stood and she placed his saddle on him and mounted up. “lets go boy, we got a rush to catch someone” she said spurring her faithful companion into action. He barked once before lurching forward on small legs racing faster than she could ever hope. “Double Pace” she would say the command word that she knew he was used to making him run at his full speed. 
Having been both trained in the army they would run further and harder than any wagon could possibly hope to make in a single day, still they had a full day and a half head start on her, she raced towards the target at the top speed that Swift strider could run only stopping when rest was required to preserve Swift Strider or herself for any possible encounters. The trip was fast and uneventful as she raced towards the Triboar trail. She noted by the tracks that she was gaining on them, several times and after entering the Triboar trail she noted they were no more than a couple of hours in front. Spurring Swift Strider to further action she hoped she would make it in time. 
As she rounded a bend she saw them, two wagons under heavy siege. “Come swift Strider they need our aid” she would say as they dashed towards the beleaguered party. Soon she beside the rearmost caravan and her faithful companion was panting heavily. “Rest buddy” she said dismounting and moving forward to standing beside a man who seemed to be incredibly hurt, with an arrow sticking out of his chest. 
She would touch his leg looking up at him before speaking “Pull out the arrow now” her voice filled with authority, the likes that many would not be used to coming from a small thing like her.  
The look of distrust that spread across the mans face told her more than words ever could. She would smile sweetly up at him before nodding and moving a piece of fabric from around her neck to reveal her Harpers sigil, a sign that she was one of them, and a good guy that can be trusted. If he knew it she did not know but instead he did as she had instructed. As he grabbed the shaft of the arrow she began to chant and the arcane energies around them began to constrict and twist into a healing flow. The wound would begin to nit itself back together sealing the recently opened wound. 
“I’m Cienna, a Battle Medic” she would say as she surveyed the healed wound, “good as new” she would comment before turning to survey the battles that were unfolding before her. 

[hider=Mechanics][b]Cure wounds Lvl. 1:[/b]1D8= (1)+2+2 = 5 
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/3698 [/hider]