Ludo, rushed to the door, to see what way the Goblins had gone, he wanted to check that the door at the far end of the corridor was unlocked and accessible. “Damn, we have stirred up a hornets’ nest here,” he muttered to himself.

Feldard, attacking from the flank, followed the retreating goblins, taking advantage of their panicked fleeing to take out yet one more with his axe. He followed after the last two. Maruc was getting into the swing of the combat followed Feldard’s example and followed the fleeing goblins.

The next room was unoccupied. Piles of course bedding covered the ground. A circular door bearing a crude painting of a split skull was set into the southern side of the room. The goblins headed not for that door, but rather the door on the opposite side.

He flailed out with his chain and stunned the goblin as it reached the relative safety of the next chamber, unluckily for the goblin its somewhat faster neighbor beat him to the exit. Maruc took full advantage of its misfortune and swept it from consciousness.

The last goblin was moving faster than its more heavily armored pursuers and was out of range of melee attacks as it fled through the door into the next room.

Miklos breathed a sigh of relief as the goblins withdrew. He righted his staff and assumed an air of superiority. “They’ll think twice before trying that again I suspect.” He couldn’t help admiring the quality of the swordsmanship that his comrades displayed.

Hasan let the goblins flee—there wasn’t much he could do to deny them their goal. He hoped his comrades were being successful in their pursuit. The elf slouched over to the holding cell and sought to free the human. “Come now, tell me your story,” the battered elf asked the woman. “Do you know the House of Sukiskyn? I travel with Stephan Sukiskyn.”

“I am Bushka,” she said weakly.

With the flash flood of battle receding, Stephan felt awash in relief. Wincing, he examined two deep cuts on his right arm. But his attention was soon drawn to the captive woman. Walking in a pensive gait, Stephan approached the forms of Hasan, crouched and trying to help, and the woman sitting in a fetal position against the petrified wood.

Noting her Traladaran appearance, he greeted her in the regional way: “King’s Day to you, ma’am.” Not wanting to interrupt Hasan’s ministrations, Stephan crouched next to Hasan and said nothing more for the moment.

Assured of her safety, Bushka told them her story. She had been captured during a raid on her clan’s homestead along with her teenage granddaughter and brought here. They were joined by other prisoners who had been swept up by the goblins. Eventually, the group was interrogated by the man in yellow robes who the old woman had nicknamed ‘Ol Skinny Legs.

“Ol’ Skinny Legs kep’ askin’ ‘bout great map. ‘Where de great map? Where de great map!’ None a’ de lot of us know nothing ‘bout no great map. All de goblins racin’ around lookin’ fer dis great map. Big hobgoblin, Vlaak, be getting angry. Some few days ago, a batch of hobgobbos show up. They be wearin’ iron collars. Ol’ skinny legs, Vlaak and the hobgobbos take all de prisoners, cept’ fer me. Say they be going to old ruins at Xitaqa.”



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8 responses to “Bushka

  1. Maruc: 10xp
    Miklos: 10xp
    Feldard: 10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+5xp+10xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp

    Maruc: 20,445/24000
    Miklos: 20,540/40000
    Feldard: 20,570/34000
    Hasan: 19,765/32000
    Stephan: 19,530/32000
    Ludo: 19,085/20,000

  2. Feldard

    Feldard cursed as the goblin made it through the north door – that way he knew led back towards the hoard that greeted them initially. Rather than run headlong into a dozen or more goblins on his own, Feldard closed the door and sought about for a means to bar it shut until the others were done with the old woman.

    “Maruc, bar that southern door!”

    A quick scan about showed little that would be useful in blocking the doorway, so Feldard grumped and used his eating knife in the door jammed to at least make opening the door more of a trial.

  3. Hasan

    “Be well, Bushka. We will return for you,” promised the elf. “But for now, stay safely here.” The elf handed the woman small tin whistle. “If the goblins return, sound this, and we will return as well.”

    Hasan then left the cell and followed his comrades into the next room. It was clear there was little space left in the goblin hideout. Old Skinny Legs surely was near. The elf quickly prepared his ventriloquism. A little confusion in their enemy just might save his battered crew.

  4. Ludo

    After the suddenness of the ambush, Ludo leaned against the wall, and took stock of his light wounds that had started to sting. He bandaged them up as best he could.

    He was disappointed, “seems that Vlak has flown the coop” he said no none in particular. He wasn’t sure where Xitaqa was, but thought that Stephen might. Looking about Ludo surmised that there could not be that many Goblins left within the compound considering that a large potion of the compound had been explored. Still he was worried, the party was small and could easily get overwhelmed. ‘Surprise’ and speed were their best weapons, the longer they hung around this warped place the more organised the Goblins would become. Still if Vlak and his cronies were travelling with prisoners that would slow them up and may allow the party to catch up and spring their own ambush. With that happy thought on his mind, he sprang into action, bounded over to the door with the Goblin crude painting and stepping to one side, slowly opened the door and advanced into the room, his sword at the ready.

  5. Stephan

    “Bushka, can you tell us where Xitaqa is? In what direction did they go?”

    After speaking with Bushka, Stephan joined Ludo at the southern door. Maruc was barring it but Ludo sought to enter. Stephan stood ready for onslaught from either door. Feldard, thankfully, seemed to be securing the north door.

    “Can you hear anything through the door, Ludo?” A hush fell over the chamber as the rogue strained his ears.

    Stephan walked quietly over to the piles of ragged bedding. Using the tip of his sword, he poked around at the larger piles to be sure no goblins were hiding. He returned to the southern door, thinking the other goblins were probably routed out of the complex.

    As Ludo began to make his entry, Stephan braced for battle. He stood a bit to the side in case any of the goblins burst through the north door but his main attention was on the southern door.

  6. Maruc

    Maruc nodded curtly at the wise words of the dwarf and braced the door as best he could while the dwarf sort to temporarily wedge it shut. He took advantage of the lul in the assualt to tend to Ludos woulds.

    Maruc will cast his final cure on Ludo

  7. miklosdostevar

    Looking a the pitiful captive Miklos felt ashamed at his initial view of her. He considered how the womans words would fit into the actions of the goblins so far. On the face of it it felt like a series of raids within the confines of the Dymrak itself. The yellow robed man seems to have intelligence that the map he was seeking, or clues as to its whereabouts, were held by its human inhabitants. Hence the raids, a somewhat blunt instrument because bribery would have got his answer more as quickly and probably more cheaply than paying goblins raiders and bandits for their services. Miklos doubted it would take much to convince a goblin warband to raid human settlements – if they were advised of the advantages of co-ordination, most likely provided by him.

    Still despite the little the woman knew it showed interesting insights to the foe they faced. The goblins and bandits appeared to be relatively expendable, the higher echalons of command were using hobgoblins as their veteran warriors, perhaps a heavy infantry with the reference to the iron collars? Or prehaps a tribal affectation?

    One good aspect though was the lack of divination demonstrated by the foe. On or two well cast incantations would have had the map in their hands without any trouble. It was the only evidence so far the man was acting more like a noble rather than a mage. Another was that they appeared to be time constrained, hence the frustration of Vlaak, also the balence of power between them wasn’t clear. Miklos was convinced that the mind behind the intrigue was human, not hobgoblin, but he was being forced to use goblinoids to achieve his ends.

    By his question to the old woman the woodsman clearly hadn’t heard of the map until now and ancient ruins peppered the land from specularum to Threshold and beyond so the others were right the only recourse was to rid this compound of its evil and see what clues could be found.

    Suddenly he felt strangely alone, snapped from his thoughts he looked up to see Maruc waving him to follow into the room beyond.

  8. Maruc

    “This isn’t over yet Miklos.” grunted Maruc, “Lets help the other before they get themselves killed. Any bone guardians in there Feldard?” Maruc called ahead. Despite his souring humour Maruc couldn’t help grinning as he followed the othes into the next clearing.

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