Illes draws his rapier while singing a soft quiet melody. The bard ducks down touching Vethran and then slowly backs out the door holding his blade in front of him defensively, wincing from the wound in his side. "Come on Vethran, we have have to get out of here!"
As Illes steps out of the doorway, Alwyn finally spots a goblin. With a roar, he charges it, smashing it to the ground.
Alwyn's greatsword shear's through the goblin's parrying polearm, its armour and then it. Cloven from shoulder to groin, it collapses in a fountain of blood.
Meanwhile, the goblin sparring with Dravite and Larken prods with its weapon, but fails to inflict any damage.
Dravite grins at the remaining lil' fella and says "Nitey-nite, Heee-heee!" and destroys the gobbo between Larken and himself.
To hit=23(25 for flanking), and 15 damage.
He then walks to B15, dripping gore from his hook, with a wide grin plastered on his face.
"I....don't know what happens what did I just....I....."
Hudak looks down at the wounded halfelf, pumping sanguinous vitae out of a swordgotten gash.
"Wuh....I think that hagfish water was magical...."
Larken, seeing the his opponent fall and finally figuring out that there's more combat at the other end of the room, takes off at a run, in case things somehow go badly with almost all the heavy artilery already there.
The remaining goblins, seeing their leader slain and their numbers decimated, start withdrawing. They make a dash for it, while the one engagd by Elisile staggers in a slightly wobbly fashion, and they head back down the stairs.
"I need some new pants."
Hudak steals the half elve's pants, hoping they will sort of fit.
If not, he ties the legs around his waist and uses them as an impromptu loincloth.
"I need some new pants."
Hudak steals the half elve's pants, hoping they will sort of fit.
If not, he ties the legs around his waist and uses them as an impromptu loincloth.
"We cannae be tarryin' long! Dos gobbos did no meet me hook yet an' de be havin' a standin' appoin'ment fer sum hookin'! Be gettin' yerselfs togedder an' lets roll! Hee-heh, te-hee."
"Hey mage, do ye be havin' a spell ta be helpin' clean off Diaper-boy o'er dere? The stench o' hagfish-crap be messin' up me nostrils!"
"Can somebody make this bleeding halfelf knit up? Then we can get some answers to all our questions."
The sound of tiny, pattering feet fades as the goblins dash away into the basement.
"I thought that whole thing was tits up for a while there.
Then, I started getting visions. I....thing the hagvish water was magic. We might have to drink some more, to get visions."
Given a moment to breathe Illes retrieves the wand and activates it to stop the bleeding from his side. The bard closes his eyes in relief as the wound knits itself closed and breathes a little easier.
"Little sneaks must have tunneled in down there! That or they chose to hide in the dark when there was a door to escape through right here. Anyone see Ameiko?"
"We've got a knocked-out goblin back in the factory room and this guy", Alwyn says while prodding the unconscious half-elf with the toe of his boot. "That should be plenty of prisoners, at least for now. However, we need to find Ameiko - the remaining goblins are surely not just whiling away their time waiting for us to come and kill them. They may decide she's just slowing them down, and we need to find her before that happens. Lets get the last of 'em!" With that, he grabs his sword and clambers down the stairs.
"Don't wanna look for traps first?"
Vethran stands, grunting, and smiles appreciatively at his cousin. "Thank you, everyone. I wasn't expecting more to come around from behind. I shall have to be more careful in the future."
"I'm glad you still breathe, mage.
I should've stayed back to help you. I feel it is my fault. For that I'm sorry."
Vethran clasped the Shoanti on the shoulder firmly. "Do not blame yourself. None of us could have known. Desna's stars saw fit to guide me through this battle and it is her will that these events have passed this way. We are all alive and that is what matters."
"Alive..." Hudak's memories, of something peculiar, jar him. "Mage, do you think there's other Golarions, where our twins live?"
At the bottom of the stairs, Alwyn finds a basement level. It goes straight ahead and then bends northwest. However, by the base of the stairs , a brick wall has been demolished, revealing another corridor heading west.
"Let's see if the guard ever got summoned by the crowd. Maybe we can turn our prisoners over to them." Looks out side quick...
"Somebody shake down that halfelf for gear and ducats."
As the wounded goblin staggers away from her towards the stair, Elisile looks for an opening to strike it down, but between its warily waving dogslicer and her own leg wound, she is unable to finish it off without exposing herself to attack. No matter, she thinks. A moment to regroup and we will be after them in force.
Her thought is interrupted by the warming, healing hand of Alwyn upon her injured leg, magically knitting together the worst part of her wound. She nods in thanks, then hurries over to retrieve her bow.
“Agreed,” she answers the cleric, “we must find Ameiko quickly. However-” but Alwyn is already racing down the stairs.
“However,” she continues, looking at the rest of her companions, “we should ensure that this one,” she gestures to the crumpled half elf, “is secure. It appears that he may be the key to the goblin raids. It would be unfortunate if he managed to crawl away.”
“Hudak of – oh,” Elisile averts her gaze up to the ceiling as the Shoanti changes his britches. “… Perhaps you could carry him with us? We may need information from him as we go.”
With that, Elisile moves to the top of the stairs, seeking Alwyn below.
Dravite heads down the stairs beside Elisile. "That were a fair-to-mean wound ye took, and ye bore it wit' no complaint. Glad ta be seein' that ye be alrigh' Miss Starbrow."
"Hey, look at that. This must be where they came in. But where did they go? While it makes sense to think they ran back from where they came, it could also be a ruse. Hmmm..." Suddenly uncertain about where to run, Alwyn waits for a party member or two to catch up. "Dravite, you know how to follow a trail, right?"
Dravite heads down the stairs beside Elisile. "That were a fair-to-mean wound ye took, and ye bore it wit' no complaint. Glad ta be seein' that ye be alrigh' Miss Starbrow."
“I was foolish,” replies Elisile, finding it easier to interpret the dwarf’s accent this time. “So focused was I on our embattled wizard that I underestimated the skill with which those goblins wield their crude looking weapons. I am glad that you stayed focused on your task back there, Dravite Schorl.”
Larken comes out at a limping trot, bleeding freely from two wounds.
Listening to his companions, he glances at the unconcious half-elf, and then at the stairs, and as everyone begins to head downstairs, he shakes the blood from his rapier and slides it into his scabbard.
"Give me a minute," he says, pulling rope from his rucksack, "and I'll tie this fellow up so tight he'll think he's died and gone to the Hell of Being Hugged to Death."
That handled, he draws his rapier and heads into the basement with his companions.
To Elisile: In nature fights be a contest fer life an' de stronger an' more vicious de bat'ler is determines who de winner be. Ne'er be discountin' crude an' vicious tactics fer dey can seem rudimentary but dey also can be very effective. *Looks down at his hook.* Me own tactics be borne of me rage from when me family was........Mayhaps another time, dear. I be thinkin' I need ta be keepin' me wits fer the moment an' sometimes emotion is a burden in de fightin'. Ah, looky here! Dere be our los' sheep.
I surely can be to trackin' dose gobbos.
See, dey pasted 'ere and headed dis way....
Elisile nods, and crouches down beside the dwarf. “Indeed, but what do you make of these markings here?” she asks. “There are prints there and there, though they obviously fled back in that direction…”
"So, um, you are a wizard and a tracker? I had no idea. The skills of the hunter take practice and dedication to acquire, and the same is doubtlessly true of the arcane arts - I'm impressed."
“I have many talents,” replies Elisile. She does not look up, making it difficult to read whether she is being serious or facetious.
Before following the others down stairs, I quickly run over to the glass covered corpse we saw in the main room. Hopfully we haven't already found Ameiko...
"If that's her don't tell me. Tell me later."
Hudak follows down the stairwell.
Before following the others down stairs, I quickly run over to the glass covered corpse we saw in the main room. Hopfully we haven't already found Ameiko...
It appears to be Ameiko's father, so far as can be told.
The two trackers notice recent goblin tracks, accompanied by blood spatters, heading past the demolished wall. However, there are tracks up and down both corridors. Past the demolished wall can be seen dusty-looking masonry, but the passage turns sharply north. Along the main passage immediately ahead of the stairs is what looks like a storage area for the glassworks, with a couple of wheelbarrows, but the main part of it is round a corner.
“We’ll most likely find Ameiko by following the tracks through there,” Elisile indicates the demolished wall with a nod of her head, “but it may be worth investigating the rest of that storage area also. Or we could ask the brother.”
"Lets not concern ourselves with a handful of stray goblins. We have a captive who I'm sure will be able to tell us what we want to know."
Vethran remains upstairs with Larken and the tied-up half-elf, searching him for any additional equipment... particularly hidden weapons.