((OOC: Post written by [@The Grey Dust]))

[i]A Whisper.

Hissed into the mind.
Pain... Felt.
No, not felt, wool.
Wool from lambs.

Lambs ripped apart.
Heads torn off.
Guttural Spray.
Bleeding stumps.

Beating Blood.
Bleating, the bleating.
Screams.
Brains.

Death.[/i]

The river traversed now, wet and soaked from the waist down. It made it difficult to run as the waters clung to the cloth. And yet land was far more forgiving than stream. Finding a footing and rushing towards the thicket where the action was. There would be no surrender, not while the green orc had his way, slaying goblins left and right today. At least Kiki had restraint, but she looked far too injured to continue as the psion looked at the morphed tiefling changeling and the dual-wielding warrior. A nod given to acknowledge their efforts, and a single hand motion made towards Kiki. Hopefully the tief-changeling who was busy being a rather bit of a distraction for the female eye can assist with. In whatever manner was possible as the rest of the boys hunted down the last remaining bugger. Yes, even for the foppish nature of the wizard, he was one of the boys. Frankly the Goliath and Orc added more testosterone than this group needed, and it seemed all the women vanished from their group. Maybe it was the smell? The psion would have to wash himself well after they reach Plan- actually wherever this little job took them now.

Thoughts of hygiene aside, the psion turned his gaze at the last goblin. Arms surrendered with arms in surrender. Unacceptable, they had just nearly killed one of their group members.

One he liked for her less abrasive personality and less malodorous nature, although he had no stroog feelinsg about the  crow. But to fire an arrow at Kiki? That particular goblin was punished as the mute tore into its feeble mind with terrors to render it truly horrified. For a moment the goblins eyes would widen, insights unrolled as a terrible headache filled its empty head. Screaming in agony as its psyche began to meltdown to the psychic assault. Senses fired from the nerves like deadly popcorn, thousands of neurons firing in tandem to experience glimpses of what death felt like to be  beheaded like the other two goblins. Breaking the will and shattering the grasp of knowledge. And then nothing.

The grip relaxed, and the whisper receded, but the memory of the experience was still imprinted upon the Goblin's poor mind.

[hider=Mechanics]Mind Thrust, DC 13 INT or 5 psychic dmg. Gobbo fails.[/hider]
((OOC: Post by [@Regitnui]))
Hymn put a protective arm around Kiki's waist, taking the opportunity to steal a kiss on the cheek. "Tough and gorgeous," he complimented her as the silent party member did... something to the last goblin. He switched to Infernal, lacing the words with magic as he shouted to the goblin, "And you're only going to die here!"

((Vicious Mockery, Wis save 13, 3 psychic damage. No movement. The goblin passes its Save for no effect!))