Helpless Hobgoblin

Miklos’s last web incantation left his hand and bound the struggling Vlaak fast. He felt quite lightheaded after the exertion of controlling so much magic in such a short time. He vaguely wished for Dentiata’s wand right now. It would have solved a big problem.

The lull in the fighting lent a pathetic poignancy to the Vlaak’s cries. Miklos wondered what have overcome him a few moments before….it was almost spiritual. He stalked over to the the prone giant, and took careful aim and brained him with his staff. Stunned for a moment Vlaak shut up. “That’s better,” muttered the mage.

Maruc caught Feldard’s eye and it didn’t look good. He spun as the another crashed into the floor. Maruc did the only sensible thing in the circumstances. He rammed his flail into it.

Ludo almost sob with the emotion running through him, Vlaak was lying prostrate on the ground, helpless, bound tight by the magic that Miklos had cast upon him. Hr felt a great burden lift from his shoulders. Carefully he reached between the strands of the web, grabbed Vlaak’s mighty sword and threw it away against the far wall with a loud clatter. “Feldard can you finish off the dog? Vlaak, I think its time you and we had a little chat”.

Hasan charged forward with the mage, but his target was the great wolf that had greeted them – it seemed like ages ago. “For the Radlebb!” the elf shouted as his sword crashed down onto the thickly muscled shoulder of the wolf. The blow hit home hard, but the wolf still managed to slash a huge paw across Hasan’s legs, instantly felling the light warrior. “Help!” was all the elf could manage, rolling as the the wolf’s slavering jaws snapped in his ear.

Webs were not going to hold the frost wolf long, already the beast was mostly freed from it’s sticky threads. Feldard rushed to close the distance and struck at the wolf’s muzzle as it began to open its great maw in attack. It didn’t matter to Feldard which had been intended – bite or frost – both were lethal to the party at this point.

Stephan ran to assist Feldard with the attack on the second wolf. He saw the dwarf had already delivered hideous wounds and the beast was faltering. It was an easy job, between Feldard’s axe and Stephan’s sword to bring the fell creature to its last icy breath.

Vlaak was aghast. He had been utterly confident that he and his pets would be able to eliminate these troublemakers with no great difficulty. Now, both his prized Ostlandian wolves were dead, and he was trapped and helpless.



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8 responses to “Helpless Hobgoblin

  1. 11:44pm, Moldain, the 21st of Thaumont, 1001AC
    Clear, dry, hot and windy.

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp+120xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp+120xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp+120xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp+120xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp+120xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp+120xp

    Maruc: 22,140/24000
    Miklos: 22,210/40000
    Feldard: 22,475/34000
    Hasan: 21,715/32000
    Stephan: 21,470/32000
    Ludo: 20,955/40,000

  2. Maruc

    Maruc nodded toward the warriors his thanks. “Feldard, perhaps you should interrogate Vlaak. I’m sure Halav will forgive a certain amount of aggressive pursuation if he chooses to be… ah …difficult. We need the whereabouts of the yellow robed man.”

    Maruc turned to Stephan, “Come here woodsman, you look in need of a little recupretive blessing.” The priest administered to his duty of maintaining his flock.

    Maruc will cast CLW on Stephan

  3. miklosdostevar

    “Quite.” agreed the mage following Maruc’s train of thought. “There is of course the possibility that the yellow robed man is nearby. Maybe packing his bags as we speak? We may hope that he is truely arrogant in his trust to Vlaak’s might and has no fled. But he may well be a wily member of the Sons of Night for all we know.”

    “Feldard, Vlaak must have knowledge of the his conspiracy and would be usefull to confirm our suppositions so far. One, is the yellow robed man the leader of the Drymak bandits? Two, is he a nobleman or a mage? Three, what was their agreement and why did they join forces. Four, has he heard of the Sons of Night? If so what does he know?”

  4. Feldard

    Feldard looked between the cleric and the mage with a grimace as he used a worn piece of cloth to wipe the blood from his axe. He hated being the go between for these interrogations but the dwarf had to admit – he was persuasive – in painful sort of way.

    With a grunt, Feldard headed over towards where Ludo was attempting to get the hobgoblin to talk. But the human seemed reluctant to apply the right sort of motivation. The dwarf had no such reluctance.

    Finding a spot that was not web covered, the dwarf gave the helpless hobgoblin a kick. “You will answer our questions or your death will be so painful your young will feel it,” he threatened in Goblin tongue. Then he repeated Miklos’ questions one at a time, in Common. Feldard had no doubts that Vlaak could understand. When there was hesistation or reluctance to speak, Feldard would apply his … persuasion.

  5. Hasan

    Hasan watched the dwarf’s fist crash into the carefully bound hobgoblin warrior’s jaw. One hundred drops of burgundy decorated the floor, accented by the yellow of two surprisingly delicate incisors. But the hobgoblin laughed and bellowed again. Feldard’s patience was a short as the time between punches, but Vlaak clearly was untouched the spectacle.

    The elf could stand no more. “Stop, man,” he hissed in Dwarven at Feldard, catching the mailed fist as it prepared to strike again. “He will reveal nothing this way.”

    The elf turned to leave. “Come, leave him, with the ghosts of those who he has haunted,” the elf indicated in the common human tongue. “Any pain we give him will be over soon, but the great dogs’ touch will leave him mad if he is lucky, or if not, living dead for the same milennia they have lived.”

    The elf then took the hobgoblin’s battered shield and brilliant sword and marched on, out the eastern door.

  6. Hasan

    (oh yeah, forgot this part )

    As the elf left, the stone dogs around the room began to bark, quietly at first, but in great howls as the elf steppped on heedlessly.

  7. Ludo

    Ludo stood by and watched without emotion as Feldard barked out his interrogation to Vlak and got no reply. He figured that Vlaak would be tough to break, and he was right. Time was against them and he could see time would be required before any meaningful information from Vlaak would be forthcoming. He agreed with the Prince’s comments and collected his lightstone and bow and stood vy ready to leave.

    As the group left the room and went out the eastern door, he made sure he was last to leave, bending over Vlaak, he made sure that Vlaak would not bother them or anyone else again and then followed them out of the door.

  8. Stephan

    From what Stephan could make out of what Vlaak spat out in hobgoblinish, Hasan was right; the big hobgoblin would happily die not giving the dwarf what he wanted.

    He turned and followed the others out. Noticing Ludo lingering behind, he paused momentarily before he realized what the rogue was up to then continued to his typical place in line.

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