Tovar can't help but grin as the Ice Warrior slides over next to him. As he comes within reach, Tovar does his best to impale him with the point of his sword. A nice kebab to go with the blueberries!

Tovar smiles at the Ice Warrior as his blade sinks into it's body.

The spear-wielding goblins, seeing their sharpshooter collapse, decide to break their formation and advance... but the lingering affects of Aregano's spell slows them, so they make a minimal amount of progress through the snow. It seems, however, that after tromping through the buildup of snow, they shake off the spell's affects, and they brandish their spears with a renewed vigor.

Aregano turns from the non-sleepy goblins and gets ready to help Tovar out with a little magical assistance.

The battle rages on, though it is now the party's cleric's turn to act.

"This is FOR SPARTACUS!" Nolan cries while sending a deadly divine magic in the goblin's direction. The lance of faith pierces the goblin's heart leaving only a hole in his chest cavity.

Finally Nolan was able to quench his thirsty for vengeance. Just a little...

The goblins advance, and in a quick succession gang up on Tovar. The Ice Warrior and one of the goblins connect, and immediately Aregano's orb flickers to life, vomiting gouts of flame that shoot over Tovar's shoulders and collide with his assailants. One goblin goes down in a shriek of flame, while another narrowly avoids being scorched, only to realize the flames are rising around him. The Ice Warrior falls to the ground and bellows in pain.

Meanwhile, the eastern-most goblin sharpshooter sits up, blearily blinking snow and sleep from his eyes.

Lucian pushes forward through the thick snow, a thin smile creeping across his face as he watches the nearest goblin flail around on fire. He conjures up a bolt of arcane energy and directs it towards the warrior Tovar is engaged with though his attention is clearly focused elsewhere.

Lucian's attack shoots wide, missing the Ice Warrior engaged in combat with Tovar. Thankfully, the goblin sharpshooter siting at Tovar is distracted by Lucian's spellblast, and its shot whips over Tovar's head, sinking into a thick icicle instead.

The echo of magic blasting through the cavern, crossbow bolts clanging into walls or thudding into flesh, and the shouts of fervor or pain seem to do little to wake the slumbering dragon.

Libi emerges from her inexplicable daze to surge forward in the snow and aplty fling a dagger into the chest of the first Ice Warrior. It roars in anger and frustration, blue blood spurting well past the hilt, just as a second warrior emerges from the cavern's eastern alcove.

Flint, seeing his mistress advance, does so as well. He clumsily tosses his dagger at the same warrior, and it lamely falls several feet from his target.

You all should just surrender now, you're worthless! Tovar mocks the goblins. You'll run out of bolts before you even hurt us.

While saying that, Tovar takes a huge swing at the Ice Warrior, feeling his huge blade sink into it's arm. He's unable to contain his surprise that the Ice Warrior does not collapse in front of him. At least one of you has a bit of fight in him!

Across the battlefield, a spear-wielding goblin advances toward Nolan.

Nolan was so full of confidence for his last kill that he aims carelessly and misses his power.

Nolan's lance of energy ricochets off the icy walls and slams into the orb containing the dragon, cracking the glass. The goblin sharpshooter closest to the cleric advances to get a better shot, but its efforts are frustrated by the fact it can't see well over its spear-wielding colleague. It curses in gobbledygook, genuine panic strickening its voice.

The Ice Warrior facing Tovar stands amidst the magic flames of the plus-sized elf's spell, blisters bursting on its skin and causing the blood pouring from its chest to boil. It swings feebly at the barbarian, but, alas, misses.

The goblin next to the Ice Warrior is also caught in the fire, and pops like a bloated tick.

Aregano's orb erupts forth with a bolt of lightning that shoots in a jagged path toward Lucian. Just as it gets to him it splits in two, with one branch going one side of Lucian and the other branch going the other side. The two branches speed toward their intended targets...the Ice Warriors.

Aregano's lightning shoots past the newly arrived Ice Warrior, its expression of surprise at the magical attacking melting to relief. Then it sees its companion, crying out silently in pain, as a charred hole in its chest emits a steady stream of smoke. The first Ice Warrior, singed and cleaved, collapses to the cavern floor.

Although momentarily alarmed by Aregano seemingly blatant disregard for his safety Lucian's smile becomes utterly ecstatic when he sees the closest warrior shudder and collapse under the assault. He begins whistling to himself as he pushes closer to the center of the cave, pausing momentarily to launch a bolt of arcane energy at the remaining goblin spearman.

Lucian's attack misses its mark, and the goblin spear-wielder cackles. "Idiot! Fool! Horn-headed... er... bugbear humper!" it cackles.

Meanwhile, another goblin sharpshooter takes aim at the unkillable barbarian... and misses wildly, the shot again thunking into the icy cavern walls. The clamor of the battle approaches defeaning, and yet the dragon slumbers on, rolling over on its side, its white belly reflecting the pillar of sunlight spearing into the cavern from the opening above. The Ice Warrior, shaken from Aregano's lightning attack, it seems, attempts to maul Tovar with his maul, and swings wildly, an attack the barbarian deftly avoids.

Libi advances again, pulling out a pouch of poison and flinging it at the Ice Warrior. Where the pouch would normally burst into a deadly cloud of poison on impact, it instead lands in the soft, downy snow, and lets out the thinnest eek of poison. It affects the Warrior nonetheless, but Libi is clearly frustrated by the effort. Flint echoes his mistress's advance, and flings a deft blade into the ribcage of the Warrior.

The tide of the battle, it seems, is turning in the heroes' favor.

Tovar can't help but laugh again at the hapless goblins shooting bolts all over the place.
I'm right here you know. Kind of a hard target to miss.

As he says that, he turns his attention to the remaining Ice Warrior. I think I need a few cubes to cool down my drink, can you spare some? Saying that, Tovar swings his sword trying to cut off the warrior's arm, at the shoulder.

Tovar's blow connects, cleaving an icy chunk of shoulder flesh that could cool a bottle of monk beer in minutes.

Across the battlefield, courage bolstered by Lucian's rubbish aim, the remaining spear-wielding goblin advances.

"And this one is for Spartacus too!" Nolan cries again while his attacks removes the head from the shoulders of other goblin. "Four more to go!"

The western-most goblin sharpshooter fires another round at the party's cleric. It grazes his armor, emitting a sound like someone flicking the rim of a crystal goblet, then disappears harmlessly into the accumulated snow.