Galen moved toward the worg still remaining, with his usual cocky smirk. Hearing Anchor's words, the half-drow decided to try and scare the worg away. He attempted his best scowl, and shouted at the worg, "Git, ya filthy mutt, 'fore I make a nice warm coat outta ya."
Galen made his way to the exit, and stopped upon seeing the overgrown turtle and the one that talked like some kind of nobleman. They appeared to be attempting to attack one of the grotesque dogs that were standing over some corpse in the middle of the square. He wasn't that fond of snooty, but the turtle had guts, and looked to be heading that way, too. Even the big guy was over towards the dogs by now. Heck, if they were that intent on hitting the things, who was Galen to not help. A few more words and gestures and out of Galen's hand shot a bolt of arcane fire. It struck one of the dogs, the one with the arrows in it, and the thing collapsed to the ground, dead and on fire. He was quite pleased to have landed such a clean shot from his magic, and even took a moment to quietly congratulate himself.
The goblin jumped in the air to avoid the swing of a trident, and landed on the ground. The thing was probably so proud of itself. Not for very long, though. Galen dropped his walking stick, and chanted arcane words. A few unusual gestures, and one quite common one, and out of his hand shot three bolts of pure energy.
Splitting to three distinct paths before converging again, the goblin tried to dodge them, but they changed course instantly whenever it tried to move. The three blasts hit at exactly the same moment, spraying little bits of goblin behind the larger chunks left behind. Galen walked past where the larger goblin chunks lay, taking care to step on them as he passed, and moved to the window, advising the remaining goblin, "Best sit down and stay put, if ya know what's good for ya. We'd like a little word with ya, but if that ain't possible, I might get a little mad at ya."
The goblin took a swing at Galen once more, but must have been too afraid to properly aim. It went completely wide, leaving Galen amused, "Now, see, that's exactly what ya shouldn't do."
Upon reaching his destination, he retrieved his axe from his belt.
Galen drops his stick. Galen casts magic missile at the bell-ringer for 14 force damage. Galen walks over the corpse to the window the goblins eyed before, likely provoking an attack of opportunity. He then takes out his axe.
@KermitKing is up next, though @0 Azzy 0 might want to take the opportunity attack. Or the goblin might be too busy pissing its pants from watching Galen not get hit at all and proceed to explode its partner.
That is my damage roll for magic missile. It says Goblins, but that's autocorrect's fault. It's just the one goblin. (I am doing all this from my phone, for I have a headache, and can adjust my phone better than my computer monitor.)
Not a single soul was inside the church, save for whoever might be ringing that blasted bell. Galen had just about enough of everything going on. The whole town was in shambles, and he hadn't seen a single person in the whole area. He couldn't be bothered to take his time getting to anyone who might be in danger. Life had a tendency to shit on people like himself and whoever might be beyond that door. He quickly moved past anything that was in the way, and just before he entered the doorway, he shouted, loud as he could, "'oo goes there? What be all the damned ringin' about?"
Of course, he didn't wait for an answer. Still preparing himself for any sort of ambush that might lay in wait (still the Dodge action), he opened the door, and made is way in. After all, these people had just been attacked by something, and even if everyone in there meant no ill will, they might panic and take a swing at him. He wasn't the most beautiful man, and he had that damned drow bloood in him, which his skin showed nicely.
Galen, too, saw the temple, doors wide open, and decided to take his chances just walking on in. He wasn't going to let some tiny little threat of ambush mess him up. If anyone was in there, and they attacked, he'd just hit them back harder.
"Where there catapults?" the goliath nearby mused to himself, and Galen threw back, "Don't need to be. Once had me ship cracked open and sunk by a big guy what swung a whole damned anchor at us. S'what made me face so pretty."
Galen punctuated that statement with a laugh that sounded like he was choking on something he'd eaten earlier, though still recognizably a laugh.
The others nearby seemed to share in his assesment of the situation.
Galen walked right in the door to show the lesser men how it was done. A pirate captain shows no fear, after all. Galen was no stranger to battle or ambush, however, and walked in the door ready to be hit from all sides (taking a Dodge action).