OOC: How else would one be able to identify the poisons in the middle ages? Not particularly strong ones, but its a way. I'm one of the least god-mod-ing here, and the first to take a substantial hit, (i.e. one that's taken me out of combat) Again, please stop being sarcastic, its getting on my nerves, and as far as I can see, there's no reason for it other than spite.

IC: Argriv gentally got up and began shuffling after Drestron. He couldn't help but smile slightly at the goblins confused state. but he kept his left hand (the uninjured side) on his dagger hilt just in case he'd need to use it.

OOC: So now your guy is super strong and immune to poisons? And to identify poisons. Look at what they are doing to the target, put poison into other things and see reactions, or anything else smarter then putting the poison in your own body, hoping that you know what it is (Your guy was already poisoned, but usually it's someone else who is doing the healing). And it's not really taking yourself out of the battle when two post later your cured...

IC:
Zorha sighed as he saw the goblins now fighting themselves. "These are the dumbest goblins ever... Dwarves must be laughing at them..."

Alka slung his axe onto his back and turned to Zorha.

"If all my enemies were like this, there wouldn't be a need for people like me."

Thomas laughed as he watched the goblins fight amongst themselves.

"I don't know about the dwarves, but I'M entertained by it!" Thomas watched as one Goblin punched another goblin in the jaw.

"Five gold coins on the fat ugly one!" Suddenly, the gobblin Thomas had bet on was decapitated by another goblin.

"Crap."

"I doubt I can watch more of this, the stupid of this battle hurts my brain. If you can even call this a battle."

OOC: You killed the ogre and yet your still running around... So how did an ogre put you out of commision?

"And Kal was worried about the dwarves..."

"Let's see how much more fun we can make this!" Thomas jumped out, and landed right behind one of the goblins. He then hit the goblin hard on the head. The goblin turned, and looked menacingly at Thomas. Thomas pointed to a different goblin nearby.

"It was him." The goblin looked at the one that Thomas was pointed at, and roared. It then proceeded to attack the goblin that Thomas had pointed out. Meanwhile, Thomas was bent over laughing at them all.

"Oh man! This is great!"

OOC: SS's gunna love how this battle turned out...

OOC: IHMN, I swear. I'm going to start putting you in my stead when I'm gone.

IC: Kal felt a blade rake across his back. He'd taken several dozen of such hits already.

"Okay, now I'm pissed."

He raised his staff and yelled, "EXRADOR!" A pulsing blue shield shot out around him, doing nothing to his allies but frying the goblins who started to shudder violently.

Power pulsed around his staff and he looked at a nearby captain. "When you see the big dude, give him this message." He slammed the staff down with power billowing out.

The goblins that weren't hit by Kal's Bouncy Ball shield (which now neatly enclosed the group) were hit by this smogish release, and were either burnt to death, or charred up.

Once it all cleared, Kal dropped onto his butt, his sword landing beside him. His staff was embedded a foot into the ground.

"That....was a mistake...."

There was a rumbling heard behind them. Kal exhaustedly said, "That would be a wyvern behind us." Then it swooped over the nearest hill and knocked Thomas, Destron, and a dead ogre flying. The ogre landed on the two of them, who forced themselves out of that space. And looked up to see the gaping maw of the Wyvern.

OOC: I was being nice...