I forgot, Illes could use it too, but still probably makes best sense for Vethran.
“In the meantime, is there anything that you can tell us about these smuggler’s tunnels under the Glassworks? Were they ever mapped? Do you know where they might emerge?"
"No, they were always more of a rumour than anything else. Some of the Sczarni might know, but I doubt they will own up to any knowledge even if we asked."
"No, they were always more of a rumour than anything else. Some of the Sczarni might know, but I doubt they will own up to any knowledge even if we asked."
Larkin sees everyone look at him when the Scarzni are mentioned.
"Ummmm.. yeah, the Scarzni," he says looking anywhere in the room but at a person, "Not every Varisian... rogue... is a member of the Scarzni. I can probably find someone to talk to about this, but I wouldn't count on me being able to get anything out of them that the law can't... If these tunnels are still important to them, I might have some trouble keeping my tongue inside my throat.
for other Varisians
I will put 300gp into the group fund for scrolls and wands and such.
"Scarzni... hmmm. Their foot soldiers won't be spilling any kind of information for us even if we knew where to find them. If we do find them, their bosses aren't going to invite us right in for a chat- it may take some time. And supposing we get that chat, nothing is free. They'll want something in return."
Screw dem Scarred Knees! We be needin' ta git inta de tunnels an' kill de gobbos an dat dere quazity ting! De town be needin' action, an we dinnae know if or when de gobbo army may hit 'em. Meself, I be wantin' ta be aroun' when de army hits cause wit' 200 gobbos ta be killin' I be wantin' in on dat fun! Ready ta roll out, people!
"I can't think of nothing to buy or nothing. Let's go get more gold."
"I agree. There are enemies to hew. Let's get going."
Somewhere along the way, I will pick up a medium sized leather sack, roughly, oh head sized. When we return to the glass works, I take the time to fill in with broken glass, mixed with scraps of cloth to keep it quiet.
If anyone asks what I am doing, I simply grin viciously.
Elisile is ready to go. Once they reach the Glassworks basement, she will cast Mage Armour on herself from a scroll.
The town's heroes assemble in the basement of the glassworks. With a curt nod they head into the rough-hewn tunnel, cut through solid rock.
After a while, the tunnel branches, one heading north, the other north-east.
Hudak pops a torch. I'm gonna drop it when combat starts iffin somebody else'll pop a torch too.
"Let's head straight north."
Hudak #1 marching order, or... on point, less Larken wantsta scout ahead or some such...
Vethran stays towards the middle of the group, bearing another torch .
The north tunnel continues, winding slightly.
Eventually, you come to a chamber, about 20' by 20, hacked from the bedrock. Small-sized bedrolls and scattered remnants of food are strewn about, hinting strongly at a goblin base camp. However, the place is deserted now.
Elisile's keen senses pick up a tiny flow of air through the rock, and she quickly finds a secret door. On opening it, light shines into the cavern. The door opens into a shallow cave which slopes down to a beach covered in junk: broken furniture, kitchen refuse, the odd crate. This is Junker's Beach, on which the refuse of Sandpoint is dumped from the clifftop.
Hudak'll rummage through the bedrolls one time right quick, not expecting to find anything. Take 10 on search.
“This may well be how the goblins are entering the township,” she comments, wrinkling her delicate nose at the stench of the refuse. “Once we have dealt with this quasit, we should return and block this doorway – doing so now would be a waste of time if we cannot deal with whatever else lurks down here.”
After scanning the beach for signs of danger, Elisile emerges to look for tracks or other signs of goblins.
Hudak doesn't find much in the goblins' gear. On the beach, there are a number of goblin tracks coming and going, though much of it is obscured by tide. But there seems to be fairly constant traffic.
“The goblins have come this way, but I think there is little else to find here. Let us retrace our steps to the junction in the tunnel.”
Dat be a good idear. Dem gobbos what were 'ere are sure ta be gone now. we can be tellin' de guard o' this area den de can be findin' people in town who know how ta collapse tunnels good. Dey dinnae be needin' dis tunnel compromisin' de town's safety.
"Send a runner from the guards above to the Mayor, and tell her what we've found. Somebody draw a simple map of the cave.
The tunnel don't need shoring up; we could position people at the tops of the cliffs to rain rocks down on any gobbers using this beach as a landing spot. It would be a doom day for those gobbers. Tell the mayor to think about something like that too.
No guards at the cave to the garbage dump just yet; the quasit....and whatever else lurks within...would leave their corpses for us to puzzle about. We'll have to own all this ground before that happens. THEN, we could set a small force (like the lone viking at Stamford Bridge--Harald Farhar's guy wotwot) to repel any landing here. It's a perfect bottleneck."
Alwyn looks at the garbage-strewn beach for a long time, scratching his head in disbelief. "So the goblins come to the beach to help themselves the townsmen's leavings, and, while rooting through the castoffs, they find a tunnel leading into Sandpoint's soft underbelly. Amazing. The gods truly work their will in unexpected fashions." He turns to L'oj. "Do you know how long garbage has been dumped here? For all we know, the goblins might have frequented this beach for quite a while."
Okay, so how about:
Dravite
Larken
Hudak
Loj
Alwyn
Veth
Elisile
Illes
for 5 ft and
Dravite Larken
Hudak Loj
Alwyn Veth
Elisile Illes
for 10 feet
Here's our marching order, unless somebody says they like something else better.
I'm ready to go back and go up the other hallway that went northeast if everybody else is done.
The party heads back to the tunnel junction and head north-east. After a few hundred feet it bends north, before coming to the remnants of a brick wall that has since ben destroyed.
The tunnel continues beyond the broken wall for about 50' It carries on north, but two side tunnels, both heading east (one above the other), can also be seen.
survival=16
Stonecunning=19
Listen=6 what?
Spot=18
De wall itself be pro'aly aboot 50 or so years ol'. Dis be broked down a few mont's ago, near as I be tellin', from de ootside (i.e. the side you are standing on).
Dere be de remains o' tracks in de dust, purty recent. Dese be mostly booted medium-sized humanlike tings, de odd gobbo, plus dere be some oddly clawed humanlike-ish tracks dat be aboot de size o' a human's foots.
"Clawed humanoids? Strange. Do you think it might be lizardmen or some such thing?"
"I got a bad feeling about this."
"Clawed humanoids? Strange. Do you think it might be lizardmen or some such thing?"
"I know not, I have not seen such prints before ... not lizardfolk I think..." answers Elisile as she stands, having moved forward beside Dravite to investigate the tracks.
"We must be alert," she says, peering into the surrounding darkness, her elven eyes seeing further and more clearly in the flickering torchlight than her human companions.
"There!" she suddenly exclaims, quickly nocking her bow and pointing into the darkness with the readied arrow. "Two of them!"
Elisile points towards the nearest side branch in the tunnel as two hideous humanoid creatures charge out. Hairless and skeletal, their pallid skin is covered with pulsing blue veins. Their legs bend backwards like a dog's and their hands and feet have two clawed digits. Their worst feature, however, is their faces - their noses are little more than two slits while their red eyes bulge, and lower jaws split in half at the chin into two arms, ending in tiny hands, that gape open to reveal a toothed gullet and lolling tongue.
Initiative 14