"Lammy!" The distraction as the druid was cut was enough for her guard to falter, and a moment later she was staggering back under the force of the Captain's strike, only to let out another cry as a blade bit into her leg. Reflexes kicked in even as she fell to one knee, twisting to slide her blade under her arm. Before the hobgoblin could work his blade free from her armor her own sword punched into his stomach from below, ripping through him. She yanked her sword free and lurched to her feet, a lance of pain running through her.
No time for that. She let out a scream of pain and righteous fury as she forced herself into a clumsy but effective charge back into the fray, slamming into the spearman and driving him to the ground, locking him into a grapple.
"Lammy, get clear! I can handle this!" Even as she spoke she nearly had to eat her words, the goblin was tenacious. She gave ground to him, let him get on top of her, then wrapped her legs around the goblin's waist and began to squeeze.
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When it comes to Bards there's really only one question: Lute or Bagpipes?
On a more serious note, if you have to go for one of those...a wealthy, formally trained Bard - perhaps a noble second or third child who got enrolled into a wizard school but preferred to spend his/her time at the tavern playing ballads until he finally got expelled from the local Hogwarts...could make for an interesting addition to the party.
Plus someone needs to annoy the crap out of the Paladin. Lammy's the closest we've got so far, and he just doesn't take baths often enough.
We currently don't have a Barbarian, Fighter, Bard, Ranger, Sorcerer, or Warlock. Food for thought.
"So be it." Lily said, her voice harsh and resolute, belying what was going on in her head. Oh shit. She brought her sword up into a salute for a heartbeat, then raised it into a high, two-handed guard, her sword angled slightly back and over her head. As they closed she twisted to the side, the goblin's chop grazing along the shoulder of her plate. Dad is going to kill me when he sees this plate after today. The absurd thought ran through her mind as she turned, swinging her blade down in a two handed chop at the footman, who raised his blade a hair too slow, her blade gashing deep into his chest. The goblin staggered back with a cry of pain and rage, only to be shoved aside by the spearman as he approached.
Lily twisted on her heel to face the Captain again, who had already recovered from his strike and came at her again with a series of cuts. She gave ground to him, twisting to keep him between her and the spearman.
Lily joined the barrage of attacks, popping out of cover and sighting along the line of her quarrel, taking aim at the apparent leader, the one in the finer mail. She squeezed the trigger, sending the quarrel flying along its path to skirt along the side of the goblin's head, leaving a bloody trail and getting his attention. She dropped the crossbow back into the cart and drew her sword, slamming her visor closed and shouted in a guttural, barking language as she came out of cover and charged into them.
"Thak dok uth moktok graul!"
I'm using a Ready Action with Lily, if anyone is outside cover when the javelin barrage starts she's going to break her cover to protect them.
"I'd love to avoid battle if possible, but with so little time and a cart we have no chance of that happening, and these raiders might attack a helpless village or caravan. Better us than them." Lily pulled her helm on, leaving the visor open for the moment. "Get into cover positions, get ready to retaliate with whatever ranged weapons we have." Lily ducked back to the wagon and snatched up a crossbow and a fistful of ordinary iron quarrels, slotting one into place and pulling it back with a grunt, then pressed against the back of the wagon out of line of sight of the archers. "Over here with me! Markul, Eranah, Lammy, got any tricks up your sleeves?"
She was pretty confident their group could handle eight hobgoblins, but rule of thumb: Never take unnecessary chances.
Lily rose to her feet and stepped back, spinning to face Lammy. "Fifteen minutes..." She muttered something very Un-Paladinlike under her breath, then she moved to the fire and began kicking the earth over it, smothering the flames. "Aden, take Gwendolyn and get to cover. We can handle this. Korick, find a position to provide covering fire. We'll draw them down to the shore for the fight. Lammy, Markul, do whatever you can to disrupt them. Vines, fireballs, anything. Eranah, if you can manage any divine assistance now would be a good time. Nyshara, Batche, prepare yourselves for battle. We'll be holding the line."
She drew her blade, and dropped to one knee, speaking a low prayer - loud enough that the others could hear and join if they chose, but not so loud that they couldn't tune it out. "Torm, stand with us. Ilmater, protect us. Tyr, guide us. Grant us the courage to stand against what comes, and the will to stand again when it is done." The words were old and familiar, a common battle prayer of the Paladins of the Triad. As she spoke a sort of warmth flowed into them, a sense that the Gods were on their side.
Lily grinned at the young girl. Looking at her, she could remember a time that wasn't so long ago, when she was looking up at one of the imposing Paladins that were so often in and out of her father's home in Waterdeep. She brushed a finger through her hair to cover the blood matting the side of her face and went to one knee. "Hi, Gwendolyn. I'm Lily, I'm a Paladin."
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