The swarm surges forward.
Asher silently closes, kicking the back of the hobgoblin's knee, driving it to the ground.
The hobgoblin roars in pain as it draws it's longsword and swings at Asher , who ducks under the attack.
Asher dodges away, , almost breaking the hobgoblin's sword arm as it slashes at him, and slides into the shins of the second creature .
The second hobgoblin fumbles his swing, as Asher slides under it . Asher kicks at it's knee, and it sidesteps the blow.
Round 3
The first hobgoblin charges to a flanking position . Asher rolls to the side as the longsword smashes into the ground where he was, and stands.
Asher drives his knee into the chest of the hobgoblin behind him , and steps to it's side .
The hobgoblin crumples as it's sternum snaps audibly beneath it's studded leather armor.
It's companion steps forward , and slashes Asher's lower back deep as he's turning to face the creature.
Round 4
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Asher kicks the hobgoblin in the right shoulder .
The hobgoblin slashes over Asher's shoulder, missing.
Round 5
Asher punches a nerve under the hobgoblin's arm. It drops it's sword, and falls to it's knees, staring up at Asher, defeated.
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Asher heads to the lighthouse to the south.
A small table beside the outer door holds two oil lamps. On the opposite wall are hooks for cloaks, and boots are lined up underneath them. A chair stands in the corner.
A door stands in the wall to the left and the wall to the right, as well as the one to the center of the lighthouse.
Asher enters the door to the left.
A small hallway has four doors on the exterior of the tower lining. A final door sits aat the end of a short hallway.
Each room reaks of bile and excriment, with a hole in the ground, used as latrines.
Asher returns to the entryway and tries the door on the right.
This room is filled with row upon row of shelves that once held food stores.
A door sits in the opposite wall.
Asher opens the door.
A stone oven dominates one wall of this room. Nearby stands a sink, and cupboards line the walls, their doors hanging open. One corner holds a table and five chairs.
The room runs the edge of the lighthouse for thirty to forty feet. A door again lies in the opposite wall.
Asher opens the next door.
This chamber was devoted to storage of outerwear, including boots and rain gear of all sorts.
A door sits on the opposite wall.
An explopsion resounds from the base of the tower, and it crumbles around you. You fall unconcious.
You hear the drums of Orc armies beating against your temples. You open your eyes, but can't see anything. Your face lies against a hard floor, which tilts as you lie there. Water runs along the floor, hitting your face...it is sickly and stale, and you cough it up, even though it is less than an inch deep.
Rhythmic creaking meets your ears, as well as the smell of salt.
Heavy footsteps clomp down stairs nearby, and a bright lantern pierces the darkness, hurting your eyes.
"What the..."
"Get up, you dog!" a man with a braided beard sneers. Three tough looking pirates flank him.
"Still abed with the sun over the yardarm?"
"Who are you?" Asher rises unsteadily to his knees.
"On your feet, you filthy swab!" the man spits. His teeth shine golden in the lamplight. He is tall and thin, almost frail beneath his long black coat.
Two of the pirates drag ou two your feet.
"Who the f-"
One of the pirates punches you in the gut, knocking the wind out of you.
"Get up on deck and report for duty before Cap'n Harrigan flays your flesh into sausage skins and has Fishguts fry you up for breakfast!" the skinny mans laugh follows you to the deck.