Gameplay - Chapter 2 - Dakaj's Solace Inn

Fenya charges the lone wounded goblin. "What do you plan to do to the wellspring?!" he snarls in the goblin tongue. "Tell me or I'll feed you to my pig!"

Bantalom eases his way into position, trying very carefully to avoid being heard, and when there's nothing in the way of his spell, he clasps his hands together, focuses, and inhales deeply. Framing the shot in his mind, he draws all his focus and energy into a single point: the goblin leader, center of mass. He releases the Brimstone Cascade...

(Edit: I read the instruction wrong. "Resolute less 5" not "Resolute less than 5". My resolute is 15, so I believe this succeeds.)

The boiling fire engulfs the goblin leader and Bantalom suddenly realizes from the scream that it isn't a goblin at all, but an American (human) woman! She falls to the ground screaming and rolling about until the flames cease. She is wearing chainmail under her cloak and carries a black two-handed sword slung on her back.

Bantalom feels the foul yet intoxicating magic excuse from his pores, sticking to him, tainting him.

At the eruption of sorcery, and with their siege ladder stolen, the goblins flee for the woods, dragging their odd leader with them.

The wounded goblin in the walls attacks Eferneya with its rusty weapon... And she takes 5 damage (6 damage less armor). She falls prone from the force of the blow.

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Your turns.

With wide eyes Darthon gazed towards the upper floor of the inn, after seeing flame shoot from it to the outside of the wall. "What was that." he mumbled, before realizing that one of the enemies was still on the wall and attacking his allies. Another arrow swiftly pulled from his quiver made its way towards the goblin.
Grunting a "Damn it.", Darthon reached for the next arrow, when he realized he only hit the armor.

"Damn persistent that one." the archer cursed before aiming the next arrow at the lucky goblin. The strike against his allies seemed lucky as well and the urgency made Darthon pull the sinew of his bow a bit further back after the previous failure.
His shoulder pained a little after so much effort, but Darthon was sure he couldn't have pulled back stronger. Once the arrow was in the air he moved in a good pace closer to the inn bevor aiming at the gatehouse again.