Goblins Everywhere!

Stephan hustled back to get his shield and sword ready again after having hoisted Feldard up. He knew Feldard would be delayed having just been extracted from an unpleasant experience. He readied his lightstone to blind the first goblin that tried to enter.

The pile-blocked door shuddered at the impact from what seemed like 30 or more goblins given the cacophony of voices. He could make out some of the goblinese shouts.

“I smell the vile elf in there! Knock it down Bowlaak!” Another voice spat, “And I smell dwarf. Sick wet dwarf. I smash it! I break its skull! We’ll slide it its blood.”

“They might have reinforcements.” Stephan shouted to the group. He looked to Miklos, hoping the mage was preparing something for them. Just then the door burst open part way. Luckily, the piled debris required more pushing before the goblins could make a full entry. With his light stone in his shield hand, Stephan directed the light with his cupped hand directly into the eyes of the first goblin face he saw in the doorway. The goblin cringed at the light and violently turned, knocking back at least two of his mates.

“Baal al tu luuck ta!” Stephan shouted in goblin. “Prepare to die!” And then he added “Yulatuk vo!” which in goblinese referred to the arcane wizardry goblins so dread. Stephan hoped that the ploy would work — the that goblins would think some magic was being cast on them other than a bright light in the eyes. He was rewarded for his efforts. The goblins fell back a bit even before getting the door completely open. Stephan launched his shoulder against the portal, slamming a goblin arm at the wrist. The mace it was holding fell clattering to the stone floor.

Stephan turned to see the progress of the others. “Can we get past that trap door?” We’re gonna have a lot of company any second!”

Feldard, once hauled up through the trap door, rolled away from the opening and lay prone on the tunnel floor breathing heavily from the ordeal. Blood seeped freely from numerous piranha bites. Freeing himself from the coils of rope the priest swiftly blessed him with the remaining power that Halav had gifted him. Colour flushed the dwarf’s face and Maruc breathed a sigh of relief. “Welcome back. Again.” he said.

The shouted warnings from their companions urged Feldard to his feet. Pushing the priest aside he hurried his way back into the chamber to meet the new goblin threat. The surprised priest barked protestations at his back.

The dwarf emerged from the tunnel like a pit demon. Blood smeared and stained with river grime his gleaming axe blazing with ancient runes, the priest at his shoulder. His expert veteran eye swiftly assessed the situation. “Ludo.” he commanded. “We need you to check to see if the rest of the tunnel is safe. We may need to fall back to whatever is beyond that door if we get overwhelmed again.”

He met the goblins just as they poured out through the the forced door and into the woodsman. With a bellow he charged forward, his axe swinging – the rush of battle pushing the weariness of his muscles and the pain of his wounds from this mind.

Ludo was stunned at the number of goblins rushing into the room. Shaking his head to clear the tunnel vision descending upon him he plunged headlong into the hollow log. He focused his mind on the job at hand, quickly securing the trap door so it would not open again. He did not find any more traps in the tunnel so he proceeded to unlock the door at the far end.

Maruc knew Ludo would need more that a few moments the secure the trapdoor. He rushed in next the Stephan lending the weight of his charge to close the door. Fortunately being the the prison door it had been reinforced. Unfortunately for the goblin who’d trapped his arm there came a sickening crunch as Maruc made contact. The ruined half of its arm hung limply in its socket of flesh. Maruc lost is footing as a determined counter push bounced him away. The door flung open. The armless goblin had fainted and spralled into the room. Its battle fevered kin trading him into the dust in their attempt to enter. Too eager they were as Feldards mage-axe bit into their ranks. Maruc rammed the edge of his shield into the second but was slowly pushed back by the tide of the foe. “Miklos! Miklos! A little help please!”. Help came unexpectedly from Stephan’s sword. The priest nodded his thanks and swung his mace into the mass.

They were so thick pressed he couldn’t really miss.

Miklos eye’d the press calmly. He’d anticipated the rear assault and had stood to one side. The side where the blocked door faced him. He waited to see if Stephans ploys would delay them enough for Ludo the complete his task. He doubted it. He groaned inwardly as Feldard, obviously revived by Maruc by the colour of him sprang from the shadows and started hacking and slashing. No subtlety that one he thought.

Tactically speaking, it was impossible to calculate how many goblins lay beyond the door. But he could handle, say, half a dozen with the sleep incantation he had prepared. All he needed was a clear line of sight to as many of them as possible. But guess who was in the way. Oh well, never mind. He toyed with the idea of letting the dwarf enjoy himself. But taking in the haunted look that played around Maruc’s eyes he guessed the Halav’s favours for the day were done.

“Stand BACK I say!” he commanded his voice ringing clear and cutting through the battle din.

The combatants paused. It was strange. Miklos thrust his spell into the goblin ranks through the door, over the head of the bewildered dwarf.

There was a clatter of dropping weaponry.

At the sound of collapsing goblins wrought by Miklos’s magic, a sudden but short silence fell upon the chamber. The silence was broken by Ludo’s announcement of a clear tunnel.

Gathering his wits, Stephan started making his way for the tunnel, trailing Hasan who was already at the other end. “Time to leave, I think.” The sounds of more goblins was already growing stronger.

“By Halav! Die, gobs!”, Stephan bellowed while making a fighting retreat toward the tunnel. “We may need to get back in that river, Feldard!” He shouted but was pretty sure no one could hear.

“The tunnel is clear!” Ludo yelled to the others, with the din of battle prohibiting him from hearing anything that might lie beyond the door, he trusted to luck and with sword in hand opened the door and advanced into the room at the end.

Hasan was torn – stand and fight with his longtime companions – or follow and protect the impulsive thief. A half measure was all he could offer against the goblins from where he stood, and so, calling on his heretofore unused ventriloquism skills, he cast his voice to the opposing wall. In clear, elven Common, he laughed, “ha ha ha! The little goblins shall perish now. You didn’t look behind you…” The elf laughed again as some of the goblins momentarily broke off to try to find the illusory voice. He then turned and rapidly followed Ludo into the chamber beyond, trusting his companions would follow soon.

The chamber was empty. It seemed better appointed than the others they had encountered and the wooden furniture was larger. A door at the far side of the room was also larger than the other goblin-sized doorways.

Meanwhile, at the other side of the conflict, thanks to the mage’s spell and the mounting casualties inflicted upon the clan at the hands of the heroes, the goblins number no longer seemed as insurmountable. The ones that were left however, seemed to be the largest and most well equipped. The leader, wearing a fur cloak and gold belt, was desperately barking out orders as he knew the future of the Wolfskull was at stake.

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  1. 7:46pm, Soladain, the 17th of Thaumont, 1001AC
    Heavy clouds, windy

    Feldard -3hp
    Stephan -5hp

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

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 20,515/24000
    Miklos: 20,590/40000
    Feldard: 20,665/34000
    Hasan: 19,785/32000
    Stephan: 19,610/32000
    Ludo: 19,150/20,000

  2. Feldard

    (so is Feldard down to 14 AFTER being cure lighted by the priest and does that include the – 3 hp from this round?)

    Despite his resolve and the priests prayers, Feldards wounds were telling on the dwarf. He knew they needed to end this melee soon or his strength would fail him before long. With that in mind, the dwarf redoubled his efforts – going for the leader. With that one down the others just might lose morale enough and flee rather than stand fight.

    With a near berserk bellow, Feldard threw himself at the Wolfskull leader, axe swinging down in a beautiful arc aimed for the crook of the goblins neck where shoulder and neck met – normally well protected by armour, but oddly only covered by the marginal protection of a fur cloak on this goblin leader. Feldard used the advantage.

  3. Ludo

    Ludo advanced into the room sword ready. “I think we have the lair that Vlak used he murmured to himself”. He searched for traps and secret doors, if this room belonged to Vlak or to the man in the yellow robes, he anticpated they would want to protect their secrets from prying eyes.

    Once Ludo was satisfied that the room held no immediate danger he searched for anything that might lead to where the man in the yellow robes and his cohorts had gone. “Hasan, call the others and try and get them in here, this room will make a useful place to make a stand, the tunnel will make it difficult for the Gobbos to use their numerical advantage against us”. I will check the other door to see what lies beyond”.

    DM – Ludo will attempt to disarm any traps he finds and then listen at the second door. He will not open it until the rest of the group arrive.

  4. Apologies. The CLW makes Feldard net out even on hp this round, so he’s at 17hp.

  5. Hasan

    Hasan used his ventriloquism again to shout to his companions in the other room, in dwarvish and in elvish, “Fall back, fall back, we can end it in here!” He then drew his bow and waited, covering the thief all the while.

  6. Stephan

    Stephan checked his fighting retreat seeing that the clan was greatly reduced. While Feldard barreled into the goblin leader with his thirsty axe, Stephan took on the lesser rabble. They were still out numbered but it was clear the goblin resolve was waning.

    Making an educated guess, Stephan bellowed in goblinese, “Boss is dead! Run!”. Almost on cue, it seemed when he was able to catch a glance of the dwarf’s progress, the head of the goblin leader, by the action of a blindingly fast dwarf-wielded axe, was propelled through the dank air and deposited among the now headless leader’s ranks. In a collective wave of shock, the goblins inhaled in unison as the severed head made its final twitches. Stephan took advantage of the pause to finish off one of the nonplussed — which had just gave him a nasty cut — sending it falling, lifeless, next to the oozing head.

    “Ayyyyyygh!” The goblins squealed in terror, falling over themselves to make a hasty exit.

  7. Maruc

    Maruc filled the gap between the woodsman and the dwarf as they sprang with renew’d vigor at the foe. They fought as if sensing some turn in the battle. The priest was not in tune with the ebb and flow but fought as he did as always, with faith. Red shot goblin eyes and crude steel flashed in front of him and a juddering blow splintered fine enamelwork from his shield. Maruc idley wondered who’d he get the fix it when this was over. his heart was beating fast and the swing of the chainflail was begining to tell on his fatiged shoulders. He glanced left to see Feldard engaged in a viscious battle with the clan leader. He thought about suggesting that Feldard capture him for information, but with the press of the remaining goblins he would prove difficult to convince. If he was on his own however….

    Maruc elbowed his way into the press and set about the place with purpose. Goblin blood sprayed from his flail.

  8. miklosdostevar

    Miklos ducked back from the fray. He peered into the darkness beyond the bridge trap. Ludo had scouted ahead and seemed in no immediate danger. Both he and Hasan were keen to withdraw into the new chamber. But they didn’t know Feldard like Miklos knew him. The only time Miklos had seen fear cross those grizzled features were in the face of a terrible red dragon. The idea of even withdrawing from goblins would be alien to him.

    “Let your arrows fly Prince Hasan, Master Feldard will never withdraw!”

    Miklos edged his way around the press at the door. Unconscious goblins were complicating the footing but the sturdy dwarf hacked and slashed with his axe as assuredly as the StoneLord himself. Miklos jumped as something landed at his feet. A dicapitated skull stared it him, it dead eyes glared in accusation.

    Nice, thought the mage.

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