<div class="floatright">(https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/b0/51/b0512ef210e5921246ce3ac86cb85a67.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Goblin Sleeping Cave (aka Dark Ascent)<br/><strong>Exits</strong>:  Dark Tunnel (Down), Shaman's Quarters (North), Overpass (West), Storage (East)<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Asherah, Rurik, Morgan, Leanna, Amilia, Talla<br/><hr/><br/>Rurik's dagger punctures the heart of the mere gobling, and it slumps to the ground already dead.  His deft toss of the javelin plants the sharpened shaft into the back of a goblin between his two allies and it twists and lets out a terrible cry.  The massive impact has rent its guts out the other end, its intestines wrapped around the javelin's tip poking out the far side.  What seconds it has left of life are pure agony.<br/><br/>The Drow is defensive, then alarmed, then very receptive to Asherah's advances.  Her hand plants itself firmly in the elf's cum-slicked hair and she grips tight.  First with one hand, then as Asherah licks her pussy even better--lapping up oh so much gooy half-orc cum--with both hands.  She gyrates and rubs herself into Asherah's face, forcing her pussy right into Asherah's mouth.<br/><br/><strong>"Good slave!"</strong>she cackles, overjoyed with a bloody lust as the disgusting goblins who had enslaved her die left and right at the hands of these interlopers.<strong>"Fuck, yes, don't stop!  Faster!  Deeper, slave, with your tongue!  Yes, like that!  Yeeees!"</strong><br/><br/>Misaki closed with the goblin archer as it furiously sought to knock another shaft.  The followup is weak, but it doesn't matter--her foot snaps the goblin's neck back with a sickening crack that signals the miserable creature's end.  It drops limp to the ground, legs jerking helplessly for a time, eyes shuttering rapidly as it bites off the tip of its overlong tongue.<br/><br/>The goblin shaman, comparatively small body overwhelmed by the tail cock blocking his windpipe, is powerless to do anything but squirm as tiefling cum overloads his frail body.  He spasms a bit, and then falls motionless--unconscious, surely, not dead.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Amilia draws her bow, sucks in her breath, and lets fly an arrow at the goblin behind some stony cover attempting to hit Leanna.  The shot was suboptimal, but a direct threat to their rear line stood out to her amidst the din of low-light battle rich with weak targets.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Amilia's Shot</div><div class="spoiler_body">Longbow<br/>Attack 18 v AC 17 (15+2 from cover)<br/>dmg 5</div></div><br/>The shaft catches the goblin between the eyes and it thuds backwards with a wet slap.<br/><br/>Morgan, surrounded by foes, swings her hammer left and right.  She fails to find purchase as the blood-addled goblins and goblings dance for their lives.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Morgan</div><div class="spoiler_body">rolled: 10</div></div><br/>Talla slides her long sword into the final proper goblin facing her, popping open its guts like a can of sardines.  Viscous red viscera cascades o'er the floor beneath it splashing the nearby goblings in it--not to mentioning staining her robes.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Talla</div><div class="spoiler_body">rolled 18<br/>dmg 3</div></div><br/>As the heroes lay about them slaughtering an entire tribe left and right, the mood shifts from fuck frenzy to fighting melee to pure survival.  The morale of the goblins is, without their leader, faltering at best.  They are unlikely to stand and die to the last.<br/><br/>But for now, for the sake of survival, they fight on.  Most of them cannot imagine life without the tribe, and enough yet survive to maybe--just maybe--turn the tide.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Con Save DC 11</div><div class="spoiler_body">The gobling still tuckered out but potentially able to join the fight tries to stand, then falls flat on its face, where it stays.<br/>rolled an 8<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Gobling 3 swings its club at Talla again and misses.  (Talla is at 4/12 HP)<br/><br/>The feral gobling, having sunk its teeth into Talla's wrist, now attempts to go for some delectable thigh.  Her blood coats its hungry lips, sheens across its razor sharp teeth.  Thankfully for her, it's a miss!<br/><br/>Gobling 1's dagger goes wide seeking Morgan's flesh, too scared of the flailing hammer to draw close enough for a hit.<br/><br/>Rope Gobling B, however, maneuvers itself behind Morgan.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">roping</div><div class="spoiler_body">attack: 21<br/>save: 18<br/></div></div><br/>She barely has time to react as the lasso flies over her head then tightens around her waist.  The small gobling could hardly hope to anchor her on its own, but it can surely make her life more difficult if the situation is not shortly reconciled.<br/><br/>Goblin F, not even needing the advantages offered by flanking the dwarf, hacks into the dwarf's body with a sickening surety.  His scimitar connects with her torso and deals a critical blow.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">2 dmg post-DR</div><div class="spoiler_body">rolled 24 (nat 20+4)<br/>5 dmg<br/>dr halves (rage)<br/></div></div><br/><br/>This dwarf, however, is made of sterner stuff.  Morgan Ironcast takes the blow in stride. (Morgan is at 8/15, by my reckon)<br/><br/>Goblin E thrusts madly at Morgan, but it is more defensive than seeking a meaty killing blow, the goblin living in great fear of the dwarf's brain-smeared hammer.<br/><br/>Goblin Z, unwilling to advance upon Rurik but unable to stay out of the fighting for long with no viable escape before her, dashes to close the distance with Amilia.  She is now right beside her, scimitar ready for killing business behind the halfling.<br/><br/>Rope Gobling A manages to get his rope around Kayla, giving her a firm tug to put her somewhat off balance.  That's when Rope Goblin A slides in front of her and rakes his scimitar across her chest--his efforts are inelegant, to say the least, but finally (thanks to the advantageous nature of the situation) his curved blade finds purchase in Kayla's flesh.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">3dmg-&gt;Kayla</div><div class="spoiler_body">hit: 8 OR 18, take better<br/>dmg: 3<br/></div></div><br/><br/>The wound is not fatal, but Kayla bleeds.  Sadly it misses the rope around her and her bonds.<br/><br/>Leaderless and suffering massive losses without grounding a single foe the goblinoids are beginning to lose heart.  It is unlikely most will stand and fight if the battle continues this way.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mUpdate</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/B9qBVxu.png)</div></div>