"That's true," Anchor responds to Theren. "I suppose the first place we should look is the keep over there. You've been through a lot, from what it seems. If you'd like to head back to the caravan, now might be the safest time."
Anchor then begins to head south, towards the broken bridge to the keep.
Anchor moves 30 feet to the south, towards the broken bridge, seeing if there is a safe way to cross. Using the dodge action the entire way.
With no more goblins or hounds in sight, Anchor heads back to the town square, still on high alert for anything new to make its presence known.
"So, anyone have any clue as to what's happened here?" Turning to address Marcon and Theren, "We fought a couple more goblins in the temple there, but didn't get anything out of them before they fell. Did you find anything before those dogs got you?"
Move my original 30ft back to the group and use the Dodge action.
As Anchor charged towards the two goblins, he watched as two bolts of magical energy flew past him, leaving barely anything left to hear his threats.
Just as he decided to turn around and start making way for their third assailant, he sees Marcon fire a perfect shot at the goblin, taking them out as well.
Still unsure of how many goblins may have taken up residence in the town, Anchor stays where he is, trying to see any remaining threats from his new position.
Anchor watches as the second dog fled. He closes his eyes for a moment and tries to catch his breath, but is snapped back to awareness by the sound of two arrows breaking off of Tortetarts shell. Looking in the direction they would have came from, he sees the two goblins just as he hears Marcon react to a third arrow, this time from the south.
"My friend, you and the elf need to get back to the wagons," He says to Tortetart. "See if you can get any of the other guards back there to aid us."
Anchor turns and begins running towards the goblins attacking from the north. "Ye might as well be shooting at a wall, ye bilge rats!" In stressful times, and perhaps spurred on by Galen's presence, Anchor would find his way of speech turning back to the way he learned while on the seas. Hopefully the added flourish would help him draw the enemies attention"
Move 30ft closer to the goblins attacking from the north. Attempt to Intimidate them, either hoping to scare them off or draw their aggro. Intimidation: 15
Seeing Tortetart go down, Anchor presses forward, closing the gap between him and the melee. Falling down to one knee, mostly out of exhaustion from his mad dash, he puts himself as between the beast and Tortetart as he can.
Looking behind him, he places a hand on Tortetart's shell.
"Not today, my friend. Mishakal did not send you to Nightstone to become dog food!" Anchor says, as a warm glow passes from his hand and into Tortetart.
Turning back to the dog, "As for you, why don't you try me for your next meal!", Anchor shouts.
I heal Tortetart for 1, putting back into fighting condition
Anchor turns to look for the source of the second goblins demise, and sees Ealwald standing there. A brief look of disappointment appears on Anchor's face at the loss of what could have been a decent source of information. He shakes it off, however. It's not everyday that one comes face to face with threats such as goblins, and sometimes self preservation is the best option.
Realizing the bell was still too loud for him to shout over, Anchor makes his way back to the entrance of the temple. He uses his now drawn trident as a walking stick, and as he passes Ealwald he gives him a supportive pat on his shoulder.
Once at the entrance to the temple, he shouts again. "Goblins about! Watch out for anymore!"
If Anchor can see the other fight going further away, he'll use his action to dash over to it.
Anchor glances to his left towards the town square where he sees Marcon and Tortetart advancing towards what appears to be two large dogs fighting over a body. Looking closer, he recognizes the body as that of one of the elves from the caravan. Pushing off the ground with his trident, Anchor advances towards the group to aid them.
"Goblins!", Anchor bellowed over the dying ringing of the bell. He hoped that he was loud enough for his fellow investigators outside, and perhaps even those remaining with the caravan, to hear. From what he knew of goblins, they prefer to stay in groups. Anchor knew these two couldn't be the only ones around.
Anchor pulled his trident from his back and shook off the cloth that was lightly wrapped around its business end. "Let's try to keep one of these things alive so they can tell us whats going on.", he said, as he entered the room along side Galen.
Anchor swung the trident broadly, trying to knock the goblin who was last ringing the bell out.
Anchor took in the sight of the temple as he and Galen passed through it, trying to see if he could determine who the primary deity of this place of worship was.
Anchor moved closer to the western door, staying close behind Galen as he led the way. "Aid has arrived!", he shouted over the bell. "What has happened here?"
