On the Hunt For Vlaak

Feldard grimaced at the feeling of being so vulnerable during the last parts of the battle. He had been weaponless—his crossbow lay at the base of some tree up the hill and his axe was buried in the hide of a wolf. The dwarf wasted no time in moving up to the downed wolf and pulling free his axe. He’d have to remember to retrieve his crossbow later.

Ludo retrieved his sword from the carcass of the dead wolf, and patted Feldard on the shoulder as he trotted past. “Thanks Feldard, you are handy Dwarf to have around.”

The dwarf smirked at the newest party member, recalling the man’s plea for help. “You’re welcome.” The stout warrior then moved into the goblin encampment, heading for the wolf pen and the two sleeping goblins. Maybe they would have a crossbow he could use for the moment.

The remaining penned wolves snarled, and growled as he approached. He looked to the cage door to ensure it was shut tight and latched. What Feldard wouldn’t do right now for a lock or his crossbow and a full quiver of bolts to deal with these last two.

Seeing the dwarf’s consternation, Stephan stepped forward. “Allow me,” he said as he readied his bow.

The penned wolves snarled in rage at the attention Feldard and Stephan gave them. Stephen moved quickly but deliberately, wanting to quickly silence the beasts but not have to put more than one arrow in each. He breathed easy and waited at point blank range. One of the enraged monsters, overcome with hellhate, lunged at Stephan seemingly forgetting that a barrier separated the two. At that moment, Stephan’s arrow flew, sinking deep into the base of the wolf’s neck. The fiend fell dead against the cage, one paw sticking out a few inches.

Turning, Stephan quickly did a similar thing to the second wolf. This time, however, the beast seemed to have it in for Feldard. With putrid slather flying, it strained to get at the dwarf. Stephan used this to his advantage, easily sinking another arrow this time into the rib cage and hopefully through the heart. The wolf quickly fell silent.

“Well, I don’t expect to get those two arrows back. Well used, I expect.” Stephan’s head turned to a noise from within the goblin lair.

Maruc limped into the compound after the others. Scanning the area he saw the entrance amongst the twisted forest limbs. The fading whines of the wolves echoed in his ears. He took his helm off and ran his hands over the grey-oak door. A bizarre shape that filled the gap between to overarching boughs. The floor tracks told of much passage. It must be the main way in. He pressed closer and listened. Goblin squabble. It was impossible to tell if they were alarmed or whether it was normal banter, for them. Maruc lent next to the bough and held his shield up and waited for the others to gather.

Meanwhile, the mage loitered at the bridge. He pulled himself into the shadow of the great split trunk that formed the gatehouse and peered at forest. It brought to mind the image so long ago, of the room in Caldwell’s castle where the claws of deathless skeletons sprouted from the ground. This ghastly scene was oddly fitting. His gaze pierced the gloom hunting for movement. The forest stared back. Waiting.

A noise behind him caught his attention. He turned and saw the party gather around what appeared to be a way further in. Satisfied that they were not being followed, he ducked back into the compound and joined the others.

Ludo took a scouting position at the door on the south wall, and tried to determine any sounds that might give a clue as to what or who is the on the other side. Hasan nodded at Ludo. “Off you go. Let’s go find Vlaak.”. The elf drew his sword and waited to steal through the southern door.

The priest glanced around at his companions, assessing each for wounds. They’d do for now. “Is the door barred Ludo?” he inquired.

The rogue paused to catch his breath, and then gently tried the door handle to see if the door was unlocked. It was. As he took a deep breath and prepared to open it, he heard the sound of another door opening in the room on the other side. The sound of armored goblins speaking to each other in the guttural language of their kind got louder as they quickly approached..



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7 responses to “On the Hunt For Vlaak

  1. Maruc: 10xp
    Miklos: 10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp
    Stephan: 10xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp

    Maruc: 20,320/24000
    Miklos: 20,435/40000
    Feldard: 20,430/34000
    Hasan: 19,615/32000
    Stephan: 19,390/32000
    Ludo: 18,935/20,000

  2. Maruc

    Maruc envisaged the approaching goblins swinging open the door to surprise any beyond by rushing out. So far the usual goblin tactic. The important thing was that the Wolfskull were aware of an attack at the gate – hence the sound of armour, and no immediate armed response. What they were expecting was the return of their raid force. What they were going to get would depend on their caution.

    He kept his voice low, questioning the warriors, “Charge in – assuming the door will collapse, or wait and ambush?”

  3. miklosdostevar

    Miklos felt a little out of his depth and stood back and thought. The door would most likely to be barred as a more complex lock would be unlikely in this place.
    “If the door is secured, its probably barred,” he suggested quitely, “Wait for the sound of them lifting the bar then burst in.”

  4. Ludo

    Ludo, paused at the sounds of the Goblins. He suspected that they would be coming out shortly, most likely having been alerted due to the earlier combat.

    Ludo, drew back form the door, guiding Hasan to stand to his right, whispering to the group “more are coming out, look to your front, we will ambush them as they come out, try and grab it least one prisoner”.

    As the first Goblin opens the door, Ludo instinctively lunges forward, stabbing his short sword through the neck of the Goblin severing the spine. The Goblin gurgles once and then collapses, blocking the doorway, and prohibiting the door from being closed. Ludo then moves into the room to the left, bringing up his second sword, to parry any counter attack.

    “Come on Feldard you don’t want to miss out do you”!

  5. Stephan

    Stephan was a bit nonplussed at the thief’s brash entry into the goblin infested room. “Nevertheless, it is as Halav wills!”, he thought as he too charged in after Ludo.

    The light was dim and the cacophony of surprised goblin curses made it difficult to tell how many of the greenskins there were. Stephan quickly found himself confronted with a thankfully befuddled goblin still trying to work a buckle in its armor. With a slash and stab thick goblin blood splattered and oozed.

    “Arrrugh,”, Stephan involuntarily blurted at once again getting the vile taste of goblin blood on his tongue.

    “Die you filthy gob!,” he bellowed with battle frenzy setting in…

  6. Feldard

    Feldard grumped at the rogue’s comment but was quick to close the distance between him and the surprised goblins. There wasn’t a lot of room to maneuver so the dwarf was forced to use his weapon overhand on the armoured goblins. It was effective at cleaving a foe directly in front of him but left the dwarf defenseless to the attacks of its neighbour.

  7. Hasan

    Hasan waited opposite the door from the thief. His ears also heard the goblins clink into place across the wall. The elf waited, gesturing all the while for silence form his companions.

    The goblins burst through the door, ready for battle, but not so soon. Hasan joined Ludo in preparing a quick goblin satay, though he didn’t expect any of his companions would later appreciate his culinary skills.

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