The goblin smiled wickedly as he reached for Assallya, drawing a knife from his belt to threaten her into further compliance. The greenskinned monster reached for the sorcerer and tore at her shirt, an easy task even for such a small creature. It's eyes was filled with violence and lust as it crept closer to have it's way with Assallya. Then she was splattered with blood as the goblin's headless corpse fell onto her body, while it's head sailed off the wagon. Standing on the ground just a bit below her, Varrock hefted the axe onto his shoulder. [b]"Seriously? You can't handle [i]two[/i] goblins? Women..."[/b] The brigand sighed just as the ogre made a loud roar. Bloody and bruised, but the last one standing in the violent melee. The two orcs had been ripped apart, as were the goblins accompanying the large creature. It's club was shattered against the ground, but it made due with a large rock, bigger than Varrock's torso. He looked over towards the two adventurers and approached slowly.

The armored knight gave it some thought. Goblins he could handle. This guy... This guy was going to be a challenge. More so if he needed to protect some woman while he was fighting. Or maybe he could use the woman and a distraction; the objective of these greenskined beasts were obvious enough. Varrock turned to Assallya as the beast limped on over. [b]"So, let's hear an offer."[/b] Underneath his already smiling visage, the highwayman smirked at Assallya. [b]"I'm not the type to save a damsel in distress. Frankly I'm just here to pick the corpses. So what do you got that'll convince me not to let that ogre over there play around with you?"[/b]

[@Assallya]

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No where was save in Norn. Not even Roy's own little haven was safe from the hostile forces that lived here. That being said, he if he wanted a place to crawl under and hide, there was the ruins of a stable he could curl up in. Half the roof was collapsed, but the other half made for a decent if improvised hut to hide from the darkness and elements. If nothing else, the wretch stench coming from it would mask Roy's own, allowing him to hide from any more beasts lurking in the dark. He should choose his option quickly however. Blood was in the air, and that would whip the wildlife into a frenzy. 

[@Searat]

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Yomiko's plan was working well so far; the fire caused the treant to panic, ignoring the kitsune to put out the fire on it's body. There was no water nearby for it to douse itself in, so it could only began to scoop up dirt and try to kill the flames that way. But Alchemist Fire was too stubborn to be killed so easily; only by letting it burn itself out could the treant hope to lose the flames, and being made of fuel for the fire, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Worse still, parts of it's harden oaken shell began to fall apart. And for a brief moment Yomiko would see the opportunity she sought; an exposed heartwood. Much like a real heart it was red and pulsed with life, but it was pulsing rather fast due to the frantic nature of the treant. So frantic that it didn't even realize that Yomiko was still here as her blade pierced it's heart. It was dying fast, and soon it would die before it even fell to the ground. But as one last act of defiance, the treant would try to grab hold of Yomiko and crush her, either in his crash or underneath his body as he fell to the earth, dead.

[@Norschtalen]

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Ashe's fire was terribly effective. Even as the swarm tried to move around, they couldn't get nearer with most dying simply due to the radiant heat of the fire, and they surely were slain when forced into the flames themselves. The fairy watched with amusement, knowing that she had picked a fun enemy to fight. Perhaps she'll animate the stones to fight her instead, or perhaps summon a treant to crush her. But before she could even think of what other monster to sick onto Ashe, a bolt of fire collided with the tiny pixie. She fell to the ground, charred and burning. She twitched painfully as she looked to her wings; her delicate, beautiful wings, reduced to cinders. Her small body, one that many would admire thanks to her fey beauty, now marred with scars and burns to make her look like a burnt effigy. She cried meekly in pain as the swamp dispersed, no longer under the command of the pixie. She couldn't even get a curse out as she expired, turning into dust in the dirt.

[@Ryonara]