Chapter Six: The Hunt "Secrets are wonderful things. They are the information that we keep within ourselves, locked away from everyone else unless we willingly unlock them. Yet they always seem to do more harm than good." Valtyra took a seat at the table where she was sitting only a short while ago and sighed. The others followed suit and the group was quiet for a few minutes. Aldern broke the silence with, "Come on! We can't sit around moping all day! Let's go on that hunting trip!"
Chapter Five: Monster In the Closet "The sun rising is a chance for new choices, new opportunities, and new problems. Embrace the new day, but always be cautious. For fate will not leave the victims of her game alone." Valtyra awoke to the bright burning of the noonday sun. The bed next to her was still occupied by the small form of Bubnug breathing, his chest slowly rising and falling rhythmically. She smiled and stretched, letting out a small yawn before getting out of bed. The half elf was buckling the final strap of her weapons when Bubnug sat up, looking around blearily.
Chapter Four: The Desecrated Vault "The result of a goblin raid is almost never good. They burn buildings. They kill animals. They wreak havoc on food storages. But they are all cowards. Unless they take mellowroot, they will run when they realize how precarious their situation is. So, if you are attacked, let them know that you are the bigger force and in control. And if they do damage, make sure that you respond in such a way that they will never bother you again." It was a rough day for the citizens of Sandpoint. Goblin corpses were scattered all over Sandpoint's town square and the north gate, but the people could breathe a sigh of relief that none of the citizens died, and that those with serious injuries would keep living. Those that could work started making fires and throwing the corpses into them letting the purification of the flames flow over the tainted creatures. The sun rose back into the sky onto fires still burning, and citizens started to walk back home, praising the new "heroes of Sandpoint" as they passed.
Chapter Three: Die Dog, Die! "Scholars have never gotten the answer to why goblins hate dogs with such passion. Some think that it is hardwired in their brains, like a dog's desire to chase cats. Others say that it might be related to the fact that goblins have rodent-like creatures called 'goblin dogs,' saying that goblins may think that dogs are pale imitations of the goblin dog. They could just be driven by fear to hate dogs. Whatever the reason, if goblins are attacking, they will go for dogs before any human." The three companions arrived at the north gate to see that the battle had indeed moved here. Guards were all over fending off the lunatic goblins at the edges of the area and nearby buildings were starting to catch on fire. However, there was no one at the actual gate except for a mounted goblin, a cowering noble, and a dog.
Chapter Two: Goblin Raid "Goblins are small creatures that love only a few things in life: fire, food, singing and raiding. Though they are generally unintelligent, they are still dangerous for the fact that they can hide in ways that we still have yet to figure out, and that they have no care for what or who they kill. Their hatred of dogs and horses are evident in their behavior. They live in tribes, but never seem to work together." Valtyra pulled her rapier out of its sheath as a small creature ran right by her and tackled a dog to the ground. She turned away so she could not see the blade move across the dog's skin. Where her head ended up looking showed her little promise for the survival of Sandpoint: she stared right at a line of goblins running toward the square from a covered wagon down High Street to the south. They numbered in the multiple dozens and they were all screaming and yelling in pure joy as the half-elf started hearing what could only barely be considered a song from all sides.
Episode 14: The Finale Parker Bennett had been careful to keep a safe but steady distance from the Mini as he followed the Baroness down the I-80 corridor and onward into the Ohioan countryside. The monitor on his dash showed that the jamming signal was working; his main complaint was that the girl, like most Yanks, seemed to have no regard for the posted speed limits. Every time she disappeared from his line of sight for a period of time, the out-of-range warning chime on the anti-detonation device activated, forcing him to speed up to catch her. By the time he would, they would consistently be entering yet another of the endless small towns along the route; twice he'd nearly rear ended her as he rushed around a curve to an unseen traffic light. At the final village before the turn-off to the compound, he was sure he'd been made – at the light, her questioning blue eyes had checked him over from her rearview mirror – but by then his map had shown they were close enough that he could let her move ahead to their final destination without his having to tail too closely. He pulled off the main motorway and eased his blue sedan behind a grove of trees, just in time to see the Baroness leave the Mini next to a large black Hummer and head toward the building. Bennett smiled to himself – the girl had moxie, he'd give her that. He wasn't sure exactly what she expected to accomplish once she got inside the old warehouse, as he noticed she took no weapon in her haste to reach her friends. However, he was beginning to understand why Hax liked her, in spite of her Americanisms.
Episode 13, in which Rivalcast shows exactly what they're made of. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" From her perch on the catwalk, Umamor screamed as she saw the trip line just before Varyar fell. As she watched him crash to the ground with the army of deranged dolls led by Elmo closing in, time slowed to a stop. Looking about her, she could see Killer's mouth frozen open in surprise; Hax dropping his phone as he leapt up, gun in hand; Arnold tossing his Desert Eagle back behind him as he switched to his Sagat 12-guage; the blast from Lyserg's shotgun suspended in a cloud of brilliant orange fire ringed with blue smoke. Across from her, Vampy's pose showed awareness of the evil puppet behind her, though she hadn't yet turned to face it. Below, Edge was still looking up at Bio on the catwalk, who in turn had just touched the handrail as he leaned to peer over at his friends.