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Week 1 Episode 2

Vincent and Abigael both agree, and prepare for their attack Vincent placed the throwing dagger back into his pack, and armed himself with his sword and shield. Bregor and Abigael both pull out their bows, and an arrow from their quivers.

Abigael, while taking an arrow from her quiver, asks nervously, “Maybe we should try to get behind them, and gain even more advantage?” But before anyone can answer, she realizes the fatal flaw of her plan, and slowly bows her head.

Vincent shakes his head, and replies with a slight tone of sarcasm, “Well they are standing in front of the door, so how exactly do you plan on getting behind them?”

Abigael glares at Vincent,. “I am just saying, it would be advantageous,” and she murmurs something in elvish. She takes aim on the goblins with her bow and arrow. Vincent Longborn stands in front, with sword and shield, prepared to charge the goblins. Abigael and Bregor stand behind him, both with bows drawn, ready to release their fury into the cave guarding goblins.

Tudagub, plopped on the floor behind them, “Hey, can you guys just attack already? I’m getting bored.”

Bregor, with arrow drawn, whispers to Abigael, “I’ll shoot the one on the right, you get the one on the left.” She silently nods. Bregor nods, and within a moment each of them fire their arrows at the goblins in front of the cave. Abigael’s arrow misses, landing several feet short of the goblin. The female elf sighs at her pitiful shot. While both goblins stare at the arrow before them, not realizing what it actually meant, Bregor’s arrow connects with one with them, driving it through the eye of the goblin on the right. The arrow pierces straight through his head and embeds itself into the hill, coated in blood. The goblin drops dead instantly, the hole in its head draining blood onto the grass, staining the hillside.

Upon hearing the dead goblin crash to the floor, Tudagub stands up. “Good shot. Now it’s my turn,” the half-ogre grunts. Standing up, the cleric draws his mallet from his back, swinging it around once in the air, and then places it on his shoulder using only one hand. Smiling menacingly, the ogre starts forward towards the remaining goblin, slowly.

Vincent following the lead of his comrade rises up. He taps his shield once with his sword in a salute to the good shot of Bregor and follows after Tudagub. Twisting his wrists, Vincent loosens the muscles in his hand that had been clenched in anticipation, and slaps his sword against his shield as he approaches, emitting an unsettling crashing sound.

The goblin, still staring down at the corpse of his comrade, looks up and sees the eight foot half-ogre, holding a gigantic mallet with only one hand, and the six foot warrior, slapping his longsword against his shield slowly walking towards him, . He lets out a yelp, and turns to the door. He begins yelling at the top of his lungs, pounding on the door desperately.

Tudagub upon seeing this, sighs deeply, and turns his face so that Bregor can see him. He looks at Bregor and then quickly nods his head towards the goblin. Without a word, the ranger acknowledges and quickly draws back another arrow and lets loose without hesitation.

Bregor’s arrow pierces the goblin in the chest. The goblin's yelling stops as it is replaced with a sudden gasp. The goblin corpse slumps against the door, the arrow still lodged into its chest.

Tudagrub grunts, and proceeds towards the corpses of the goblins. He bends down and begins searching the goblins’ bodies, finding only useless clothings and spears “And you guys complain that I stink,” Tudagub shakes his head as he checks to see if the stench of the goblins has infected his hands. Wiping them on Vincent's armor, to the warrior's annoyance, Tudagub turns to the door. It is a small door, obviously intended for goblins.

Turning towards his companion, Tudagub looks to Vincent, “You go first?”

Vincent nods in agreement and steps closer to the small door.

Tudagub raises his foot, preparing to kick the flimsy door, when an arrow flies past him and sticks into the door. He nearly loses his balance, but places his foot back on the ground and looks back at Bregor, who is slowly approaching the door. “Fine” the half-ogre sighs and takes a step back from the door.

Bregor leans against the door, pressing the side of his face against it, “I hear noises, sounds like footsteps.”

Without warning, Tudagub raises his leg again, “Good.” Bregor quickly steps out of the way, while Tudagub attempts to kick the door in. As Tudagub raises his leg to kick the door, he loses his balance, and kicks the side of the hill, missing the door entirely.

Vincent simply palms his face, trying to stop the smile invading his mouth.

The door suddenly flies open, and four goblins rush out of the door past the ogre. Tudagub ignores them, and hangs his head in shame at the embarrassment of not being able to kick a stationary door.

The goblins use the suprise to their advantage. Two of the goblins try to stab at the ogre, still hanging his head. And as if by luck, the goblins attacks are deflected by the half-ogre’s chain mail. On the other hand, Vincent was not paying attention to the door opening and could not raise his guard in time to properly defend. The goblins manage to pierce Vincent's hasty guard and chainmail armor, stabbing him in the shoulder.

Tudagrub, motions at the small, fresh wound on Vincent Longborn and smirks. The heroes, began their attack on the pack of goblins. Raising his club, the half-ogre swings at the nearest goblin. Bregor begins walking backwards, away from the hill and launches another arrow, aiming at Vincent's attackers. Abigael fires an arrow from her position in the bushes. Vincent raises his sword, and slashes at the nearest goblin.

Tudagub's swing was quite high for a goblin, and the goblin manages to duck underneath it.

Abigael, while firing her arrow, saw this and cried out from her position, “You miss a goblin?”

Tudagub merely replies, sighing exasperatedly, “Next time, I’ll aim at an elf.”

Bregor’s arrow connects with one of the goblins, hitting him in the neck. The goblin clutches his neck with both hands, gurgling the blood filling his windpipe, and falls to the ground writing in fear of his last moments.

Abigael’s arrow connects with another goblin, hitting him cleanly in the chest. The goblin lets out a yelp, as it is lifted off its feet and crashes to the ground. Vincent Longborn slashes at the remaining goblin, but grunts as the wound on his shoulder inhibits his swing, causing him to miss slightly.

Three more goblins rush out of the door, crowding around Tudagub and Sir Vincent. Two of them take swings at the large half-ogre, but are quite shaken by the brutish appearance of the man nearly twice their height, so their feeble attempts miss completely.

Tudagub lowers his mace and begins backing away from the tunnel entrance. Holding out his mace in front of him with one hand, the half-ogre removes a flask of his wine, and takes a swig as he backpedals away. Bregor and Abigael both prepare and launch another set of arrows. Bregor’s arrow flies over the top of the pack of goblins, crashing into the hill behind them. Abigael’s arrow connects with one of the goblins in the shoulder. He stumbles backwards, but regains his balance. Vincent, shakes his head at the ogre's antics and takes another slash at the nearest goblin. Vincent’s slash connects with one of the goblins, slicing open his gut. He grips it and cringes, but remains on his feet.

The four goblins, two of which are grunting in pain from their fresh wounds, surround the shield bearing warrior. Tudagub from a distance, clearly drunk, points and laugh at his surrounded comrade. The goblin in front of Vincent stabs at him. Ready for the strike, Vincent allows the spear to harmlessly strike his shield. The Goblin to his left stabs at the warrior's throat. Vincent leans back, allowing the spear to miss him within inches. The goblin behind Vincent stabs at the warrior, easily hitting him. Vincent grunts at the wound, more annoyed than hurt.

“Vincent, do you require assistance? Or can I finish this flask first?” the drunken half-ogre blurts out.

Vincent keeps his eyes fixated on the goblins surrounding him, “Get over here you worthless drunk!”

Tudagub stumbles towards Vincent, sighing as he walks over, and reaches over the goblins, placing his hand on Vincent’s shoulder. The wounds on Vincent’s shoulder and back heal immediately.

Bregor unsheathes his long-sword from his back, and runs at the wounded goblin with the arrow stuck in his shoulder. The sword pierces through the goblin, and he falls to the ground, dead. Abigael attempts to sneak up on the goblin that stabbed Vincent in the back, but closes her eyes and leans back as she swings, missing the goblin by large margin. Tudagub begins to chuckle, and Abigael places one hand over her face, “Silence, worthless drunk.”

Tudagub continues drunkily replies “I just healed Vincent, it was more beneficial than your laughable attack.”He mockinly imitates the elf's attack, closing his eyes and swinging blindly and daintily, letting out a feminine sounding grunt.

Vincent swings over the heads of one of the goblins, barely missing the top of his head.

The goblin nearest the door shouts something, and then disappears through the door into the tunnel. The other two goblins begin shuffling towards the door, keeping their spears pointed at Vincent, but before they can dash in, Tudagub steps in front of it, facing the two remaining goblins. The goblins swing frantically at Tudagub, who holds them at arm’s length and laughs in their faces. Bregor swings at the goblin further from the door, but the goblin manages to frantically stumble out of the way. Abigael swings at the goblin still clutching his stomach, and manages to cleave him in two, separating him at the spot of his previously inflicted wound. She cackles victoriously over his corpse. Vincent swings at the last remaining goblin outside the cave, slicing down his back. The goblin shrieks in pain but manages to stay on his feet.

The goblin inside the tunnel, behind Tudagub takes a swing at the massive half-ogre blocking the door, stabbing him in the back of the leg, the spear lodges itself within Tudagub's chainmail. Tudagub seems unphased by the blow. Tudagub looks at the group and motions with his hand at the remaining goblin.

The last remaining goblin outside, with blood pouring down his back, drops his spear to the ground, and throws his arms into the air, wincing from the pain, and crying out in goblin to the party.

Tudagub turns to face the goblin in the tunnel, he reaches his arm out towards the goblin, while doing so the goblin stabs at his arm, slicing open his forearm. Tudagrub winces in pain, but forcefully pins the goblin against the wall, gripping him at his throat.

Bregor raises his sword, and swings at the surrendering goblin, but misses. Abigael takes a reluctant swing at the surrendering goblin, feeling plagued by her conscience, and is relieved when she opens her eyes to realize she has missed the hopeless creature.

Vincent, with burning vengeance in his mind, removes all of the flasks of wine from the belt and pack of Tudagub. Tudagub begins shouting, “Wha..what are you doing? Stop! Vincent! What are you doing... stop.” Vincent ignores the panicked cries of the ogre, and begins pouring the wine into the goblin’s mouth and down his throat. Tudagub sobs, “Stop, stop it Vincent! My wine! Stop!” Vincent ignores Tudagub and continues to pour more and more wine down the throat of the goblin.

Tudagub, staring at Vincent, mouth agape, releases the goblin and begins stomping away from the cave, shaking his head and muttering to himself. He occasionally looks back at Vincent, and gives a menacing look as he shakes his head and continues to walk away.

The surrendering goblin, realizing his fate, begins to sprint away from the cave, trying to flee the party. Tudagub, without even turning his head, “He’s fleeing, someone should get that.”

Bregor replaces his sword with his trusty bow fires an arrow at the fleeing goblin. Bregor fires the arrow clearly above the head of the goblin, and shakes his head. Abigael drops her sword and fires an arrow at the fleeing goblin. The arrow pierces him the back of his leg, he stumbles to the ground and shrieks in pain, but he manages to pick himself back up and continues to flee, at a slower pace. “Tough little bugger,” Abigael shakes her fist at the fleeing goblin.

The goblin in the tunnel, covered in wine, grabs his spear from the floor and stabs it into the gut of Sir Vincent. Vincent, in a fit of rage, breaks the spear stuck in his gut in half, and begins stabbing the goblin with the splintered staff of his own spear. He pierces the goblins face repeatedly with the spear, and releases the goblin from his grip. The goblin’s mutilated and bloody corpse falls to the ground at Vincent’s feet. He grunts at the dead goblin, and throws the shaft of the spear on top of it.

Bregor and Abigael each grab another arrow from their quivers, and shoot at the fleeing goblin. Both have judged the distance incorrectly, and both arrows fall 20 feet short of the fleeing goblin.

Vincent kicks the dead corpse of the goblin, and then spits on it.

Bregor then quickly releases another arrow, and pierces the goblin through the back of his skull, and pins him to the ground.

Tudagub emerges from behind a tree and begins walking towards the group, with a grin on his face, stumbling and humming to himself.

Vincent removes the rest of the spear from his stomach, and adds it to the bloody pile at his feet. He then struts out of the tunnel towards the party, and removes his sword again. He kneels to the ground, pulls out his whetstone, and begins sharpening it once more.