Despite his resolve and the priest’s prayers, Feldard’s 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.
On the other side of the log bridge, Ludo advanced into the room sword ready. “I think we have the lair that Vlaak used,” he murmured to himself. He searched for traps and secret doors, if this room belonged to Vlaak or to the man in the yellow robes, he anticipated they would want to protect their secrets from prying eyes.
Satisfied 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.”
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.
The dwarf had other plans. 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 planned to use the advantage.
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 outnumbered but it was clear the goblin resolve was waning.
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 idly wondered who’d he get the fix it when this was over. his heart was beating fast and the swing of the chainflail was beginning to tell on his fatigued shoulders. He glanced left to see Feldard engaged in a vicious 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.
Meanwhile, 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.
The decapitated head of the goblin king stared at him, its dead eyes glared in accusation. Nice, thought the mage.
Seeing the goblin leader fall, 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.