You all leave for the Glassworks as the short walk gets you there in the late morning, almost early afternoon. At first glance, it looks as though no one has been here all day, or maybe even the last few days. Upon further notice however, you can see that the windows on the outside seem to have been covered in one fashion or another. Either way, it seems obvious the intent on keeping anyone from peering into the building.
"Oh, that's not normal! I don't think Ameiko is safe, whatever else is happening." Vanya feels like she is stating the obvious, but says it out loud to share her worry.
Triel eyes the Glassworks with barely-concealed suspicion. She then starts looking around for other entrances to the building aside from the front door.
"Like curtains ever stopped me from looking in." Cian laughs softly, then pauses. "That sounded less like a deviant's brag in my head."
Triel turns and gives Cian a look.
"Really."
I wonder if he'd get along with Vindir...
"I'll explain later. He lies. "Can we inspect the suspicious looking Glassworks now, please?"
Arathorn looks askance at Cian interesting remark...
"We should check to see if there are other entrances, Vanya is right, something doesn't feel right about this. With all the attacks, I feel we should be on our guard"
Arathorn pulls out his scimitar and short sword in preparation for an attack.
"If there's an entrance we can go through without being noticed, then I suggest going in first with Triel close behind. Anyone else that feels confident in a fight should follow by her, and prepare yourself, this could be ugly."
"Confident isn't the right word, but I am not letting you two go alone!" Vanya lines up near the door, behind Triel and Arathorn, ready as she will ever be for action.
Triel raises her greatsword and nods. "Very well."
Never thought I'd be taking orders from a surface elf. I've really gotten myself into something bizarre, haven't I?
As you go to open the door, you find that the doors are locked.
Triel eyes the locked doors.
"Hmm..." She rests a hand on her helmeted chin in thought. "...I think I have an idea."
Damned doors. Nothing ever comes easy, does it?
"I'm open to suggestions, unless we'd like to try other entrances as well. Either way, I recommend we make a little noise as possible. If something has happened to Amiko, it would be fortuitous to remain unseen until we can fully grasp this situation."
Triel nods. "Arathorn, see if the other entrances are locked. Try to avoid detection, if at all possible."
She then leans against the door, trying to listen for any activity beyond it.
Arathorn walks southeast along the building, inspecting each of the doors in turn to discern a discreet entrance.
You hear beyond the door the slight sound of what could be a furnace, which would make sense as there is smoke rising from the stacks on top of the building. Aside from that, there's nothing else you hear.
Walking around the building finds that all the doors are locked, even the ones that should be unlocked for normal business hours.
Arathorn quietly walks back to Triel and the group. "There's something definitely amiss about this place. Every door is locked, including ones that would normally be open during business hours." Arathorn sighs in deep frustration.
How are we to get into this building without being detected? There has to be something I've missed, some way that will allow us entry without being noticed.
Triel unsheathes her greatsword. "Alright then--the way I see it, we have two options."
"One, we kick in the door, alert everyone inside to our presence, and have an all-out fight if hostilities erupt." She steps up to the door again. "Two..."
She raises a mailed fist.
"...I could knock on the door and see if whoever's listening is dumb enough to open the door for us."
"Um, don't you think number two is really just number one in disguise. Maybe if we catch them unawares, they will surrender. Or something..."
Triel looks over at Vanya, blinking from the sun hitting her eyes again.
"Potentially. Otherwise, prepare for a fight."
She turns back to the door and knocks on it.
"I think we were when we realized Ameiko had come here alone in the middle of the night." Still, the waif sets her narrow shoulders and feels a blast of color flickering in her mind.
After a few moments, you notice that no one is coming to the door.
Triel turns to Arathorn and nods. "Alright. On three then."
She faces the door. "One."
She lowers her shoulder. "Two."
And she lunges forward to ram the door down!
"Three."
Arathorn gapes at Triel. "where did they teach you to count?"
He sighs deeply, lowers his shoulder and has a try at the door himself.
"Well, at least we got the door open. Now for the fun part, I suppose. Let's....not count to three, Triel..."
The door bursts open as Triel goes first into the room. As light fills the corridor, it's clear that this entrance leads into a hallway as the sound of the furnace fills it much louder than what was heard from just outside the door.
Triel smirks. "Looks like we haven't been detected yet."
"Where did they teach you to count?"
Triel briefly squeezes her eyes shut and snorts. "The same place I was taught to break doors down. Now, take point. We've got the advantage for now."
She steps aside and lets Arathorn pass. "After you."
Arathorn chuckles quietly, puts his blades away to pull out and ready his composite bow in preparation. "We'll check through this door first." He slowly creeps to the first door and listens to ascertain if there is something moving inside.
As you listen in on the door, you hear the furnace rumble even louder through this door, indicating that this would be the furnace room. However, there is also the sound of eerie high pitched giggling along the sound of glass breaking. By the sounds of a larger shatter, it seems that the giggling of demented children become even louder.
Arathorn backs away from the door to face the group. "Well, this can either be good news or bad news. There could quite possibly be children in what sounds to be the furnace room, or there's several goblins inside. If we can surprise them, we'll definitely get the advantage."
"Then let's be quick about it! Or, let's leave." Vanya shrugs knowing she's not very helpful.
Triel nods. "Right. Arathorn, get that door open if you can."
Cian redies himself, drawing magic from his self and preparing for either goblins or saving people. What good fire would do for saving people he doesn't know, but he'd try.
Arathorn moves forward to open the door as silently as he can to peer into the room. Luckily, he isn't spotted opening the door, but finds the room occupied by 8 goblins who appear to be throwing chunks of glass and giggling with glee each time they shatter one.
Arathorn takes aim at the closest goblin and fires his shortbow.
The arrow flies through the air as it sinks itself deep into the goblin's flesh as it howls out in pain. All the eyes in the room turn towards Arathorn as the rest of the goblins focus their attention from the shattering glass to him.
Arathorn continues to shoot at the first goblin.
"Blasted table is in the way. Ah well, he'll go down soon enough"
Triel frowns as Arathorn's second arrow fails to connect with a goblin. The battle fury rises to the forefront, and all language becomes meaningless in her ears.
"Господь в пользу железо, выходит далеко здесь." She bows her head and raises her hand, invoking a surge of divine energy.
The party's weapons take on a dark red outline, and everyone can hear a brief clashing of iron. She strides into the room, beckoning the other party members to join her.
"Приходите! Давайте положить конец это!"
Vanya waits for the goblins to react. Get closer! She lurks behind Triel waiting for an opportunity to hit a group of goblins with a flash of color.
Cian runs in when he hears Triel's "stressed" language and stops at the door where he can see her and Arathorn again.
The goblins towards the back of the room look towards everyone at the door, and begin to laugh and cackle. "Dlouhán! Více jídlo! Řez je dolů, sklo je dolů, dnes večer jíme, je dlouhán maso!"
The goblin that Arathorn strikes comes at him in order to attack as another one moves up and hurls a piece of glass at Triel as it makes contact and shatters, pieces lightly slicing open spots of her skin where the glass gets in between the armor. Arathorn's second arrow misses the goblin as it moves, while Cian and Ithylia move up with her beginning to sing.
Triel flinches as the glass hits her before turning her blessed blade against the goblin Arathorn injured. She swings it in such a way as to interpose as much of it between herself and any more incoming attacks.
Arathorn aims his shortbow at the goblin again, shooting with a silent fury.