[i]They are getting away, maybe you should do something about it?[/i] Stybs winced a bit as the God of Freedom, orc slaying and minor dislike of fools politely chimed in - yes, orc slaying and minor dislike of fools, that really was part of his pantheon. "On it, boss..." The still 12 foot tall goblin glanced at the paladin and managed to - thanks to his god giving him the right words - make a fully coherent and very un-goblin like sentence. "Brother paladin, would you be as kind and help us save that girl and her companion?" Then he tried to cast a spell, the spell was supposed to numb the muscles on the legs of the goblin that was pulling Rook along, but the spell botched. [i]You didn't concentrate.[/i] Styb's left hand just hung on the side and he mumbled a surprisingly well constructed series of expletives while going for plan B. Plan B in this situation consisted of first taking a running start and flinging the pickaxe at the goblins - hopefully not hitting the prisoner while doing so. The throw hit home, the remaining blade of the pickaxe embedded itself to the back of the head of the goblin running behind Rook with such force that the small creature propelled forwards with a rather comical flip. [i]Splendid throw.[/i] "Thanks, boss."

Marius left his cover and examined the situation for just a while longer, then he extended his bandaged hands towards the fleeing goblins and mumbled a spell. He could feel this sickeningly sweet taste in his mouth for a moment as one of the trees the goblins were running past suddenly grew much larger roots, thorny roots. Adding to that the roots tried to entangle the goblins. [b]That went better than last time, servant.[/b] "Thank you, m'lord." He then turned his attention to the paladin atop the warhorse and gestured towards the fleeing goblins "I'm with the big one. We are trying to save the girl from ending up as what I can only imagine as either food or becoming a sacrifice."