Dwarven Waraxe [1d20+5] = 13+5 = 18 = 3+2 = 5;Damage[1d10+2] = 6+2 = 8 = 8+2 = 10 Winching at the indignity of this little beast Marshal gripped his ancestral axe in both hands and slammed it down on the lowly creature. When the goblin finally is felled he looked at Ty with a very seriously look. &q...

Dwarven Waraxe [1d20+4] = 12+4 = 16; Damage[1d10+2] = 2+2 = 4; Sneak [1d6] = 6

Marshal just yelled out in frustration and it's clearly what he is yelling about. He swung his axe taking the time to finally direct his attack at the soft necks of the cowardly goblin representative.

(Oh I didn't add my flanking bonus....lame, well moving on to this round...) Dwarven Waraxe [1d20+4] = 8+4 = 12; Damage[1d10+2] = 2+2 = 4; Sneak [1d6] = 6 Apparently Marshal was misguided and a little delusion, even cornered the goblin was willy avoiding his blow even though it had to focus on two a...

Dwarven Waraxe [1d20+2] = 12+2 = 14;Damage[1d10+2] = 7+2 = 9 Marshal scooted over a moment and swung again. Assuming he killed the goblin he gave Ty a little half smile. "Oh hey since your down there and already...look a little off. Mind finding my club for me? It was given to me by a distant u...

Marshal reslung his crossbow took out his dwarven waraxe and swung it down at the goblins.


Dwarven Waraxe [1d20+2] = 15+2 = 17; Damage[1d10+2] = 8+2 = 10

Marshal growled and didn't wanna waste another bolt on these fast moving goblionoids, took out his club and simply tossed it at the goblins head that was threatening Ty. "Try this for a braining scuttle butt." Internally he cringed for his last nice pair of nobles clothing. Sadness at anot...

(OOC - I wouldn't have just looked into the piper had I actually saw all those posts. So here is my action) Seeing his companion fall he smiled a bit seeing he wasn't all that hurt. "You better buy a bath tonight or you will be like our filthy informant in no time." Than he saw the goblins...

Trying his best to ignore the smell Marshal went and took a glance into the sewer pipe, crossbow up.

Marshal shook his head. "We need people outside..to ensure she doesn't make a run for it." He exhaled obviously knowing this was a bad scenario...than he starts to enter with a nod. His crossbow in one hand pointing around. With his darkvision he shouldn't have much issue inside and tries ...

Marshal came around the corner and shook his head. Than he nodded seeing his companion was "Safeguarding" their escort. Than he went to test the windows to see if any are loose enough to take a peek inside.

"I will check out the shed, see if we get some concrete evidence before we go into this place." He is still clearly cautious and not trusting this situation in full.

Marshal motioned to his weapons in hand.


"If this doesn't pan out. The gloves are coming off. We need a plan."

Marshal seemed to stay back as the group went....looking at the mans little rathole...with a look like he should go there sometime soon. But than he shook his head in anger..starting to follow the others. His crossbow loaded in one hand, his axe in another..he expected trouble.

He rubbed the brow of his nose looking at his companions. "I think we should take up a new profession."

When the old vagabound came forward the dwarf stepped out of his reach, and out of his stink. "I got something for you old skuttlebutt. I'll give you five gold if you can direct me to a man named Plutivarch. I'll give you the five gold once I have him in my sights."

His mood brightened at that. He turned and mumbled to them


"Listen these girls are criminals. Why don't we just go in....find out what we need and if they put up a fight we deliver them to the guard ooorr their rivals. "

Marshal leans down picks up the bolt from the tin and shakes his head as he hands the coins to their owners and loads the crossbow into his weapon. He seems to look at it as he tried to figure something out in his head.

Marshal pulls out a crossbow bolt and drops it into the tin, to ensure it makes a pinging sound. Than he crossed his arms across his chest, one hand close enough to his axe to draw it should it matter.

"I suppose we should......" He paused...his mind going back to that tavern and a those women who left early when talking to his comrades. He just rubs his face in frustration. He just sighed. "...let's go find those tower girls I suppose."

Marshal grumbled. "I feel like I wished I had some folks who listened to me the other night. We'd get a kidnapper off the street and all have 25 gold for our troubles..which we wouldn't have had." He crossed his arms. "Your all dwarfist. But.." He grumbled slightly smacking his l...