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Jamir leaps to his feet, frantically slapping at his clothes and brushing insects from his hair. After a moment, he gives a final horrified shiver, shakes his head to clear it, then winks at Jawhar.
"I suppose we shall not face Pharasma's judgment today after all, my friend. My thanks to you and the grace of the Dawnflower, as always."
Looking around their cramped surroundings, Jamir notices Torvald's dangling rope for the first time.
"Ah! Our means of egress from this Stygian pit! Come on, Jawhar! Our friends await our aid!"
The diminutive swashbuckler slings his buckler over his back, and prepares to climb.
The three characters with dark vision can clearly see the smaller goblin archer stare down at his boss. As if making a sudden decision, the goblin begins to move forward in to your room. It looks to the left but sees the brutish Craggark in his path so decides to move to the right where only, the petite Analia stands. He approaches her quickly as if to attack.. however he moves right past her and attempts to skirt around the table Torvald is standing on.
Torvald lands a solid blow and the goblin yelps dropping it's sword A hegaan ac! A hegaan ac! druuc'd mor ghaan! it's yells in it's guttural language.
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Lia steps back on the bedrolls and releases a ray of cold at the goblin, but perhaps due to her worry over Craggark, the ray misses and hits the ground next to the little creep.
Quickly taking advantage of the situation, Lia calls out, "That was just a warning. We killed your boss already. Drop your weapon or we will have to kill you."
Despite their best efforts..Both Craggark's and Analia's attacks miss.
Torvald throws the bomb right in front of the goblin trying to prevent its escape..however, fails to notice Craggark has moved up next to the goblin..and much of the bomb blast affects the Frostkin causing him to yell in pain and collapse. The Goblin however still stands.
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Craggark remains upright after the fiery blast, but growls and groans.
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Jawhar fails to even get off the ground. Nearly falling on his a@* at the bottom of the pit.
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Jawhar attempts to move quickly up the rope to help his friends but in his haste the rope slips from his hands and he falls on his tush to the familiar crunch sound of dead insect husk.
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Jamir, still weaving a bit on his feet from his clumsy jump into the pit, is poised to leap for the rope and scramble up the wall. Seeing Jawhar fall before making it even a few feet off the ground, however, gives him pause.
"We should not both risk this climb without seeing to our injuries, my friend." From his bandolier, Jamir withdraws a vial of light blue liquid and pulls off the cap; the faint smell of a clear summer day wafts from the contents. "I have one healing potion, Jawhar. Better you drink it now, so that if we both fall, there will be a chance you will be able to heal us both with your magic."
22.5 feet to go!
The goblin archer looks around in terror and bolts for the bridge
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Jamir shouts up to the top of the pit, "I AM ON MY WAY, COMRADES! DO NOT KILL ALL THE GOBLINS BEFORE I ARRIVE!"
Jamir eyes the rope dangling against the wall for another moment, remembering his inability to pull himself onto the rafters upstairs. Shrugging aside the unfamiliar moment of self-doubt, he spits on his hands and rubs them, grins one last time at Jawhar, and leaps to the wall with a resounding WHOOP and begins to scramble up the rope.
The Goblin tries to run away and scamper across the Bridge Torvald takes a swing at it as it bolts but he misses the goblin hits the bridge without slowing down but soon as he hits the bridge he begins to loose his balance and falls into the pit with Jamir and Jawhar
At the bottom of the pit Jawhar begins to take off his armor and Jamir prepares to climb suddenly there's a commotion above and Jawhar's eyes widen as a nasty little goblin comes tumbling toward him it's arms in a windmill pattern as it free-falls.
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Seeing the group finally has things well in hand, Lia runs over to the fallen mutated goblin. She walks up to the side of it, takes careful aim, and casts ray of frost repeatedly until she is satisfied it is truly dead. She calls out, "For Craggark!" and she hits it, then "For Jawhar! and she hits it, then "For Jamir!" and she hits it, then "For Torvlad! she hits it, and then finally, "and for ME! I hope you felt each one of those you miserable beast!"
The battle won the Goblins defeated and dismembered you gather yourselves together and spare a glance at the ignominious pit trap.. you can still hear a few of the prisoners moan in the storage room where you fell the Mutant Goblin Glorfan..However, you figured it best to re-enforce the make shift bridge and make it more stable before you tried to lead half starved prisoners over it to where? That is a question still un-answered. Your task done (fixing the bridge) you have gathered a moment to talk and heal those who still have wounds untended. None of you have dared to ask if Skagni still lives...the way your last few days have went...you're afraid of the answer.
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"GOBLIN IN THE HOLE! GOBLIN IN THE HOLE!" Jamir shouts as the creature hits bottom, raising a cloud of dry insect husks.
Jawhar gets to the goblin first, but Jamir does not wait to see if the cleric's blade finishes it off.
Once the goblin is truly dead, Jamir searches for his smelling salts, starting where he collapsed onto Jawhar.
Jamir brushes the dead bugs off the little jar, makes sure the cap is screwed on tightly, and stashes it back in his bandolier.
"All clear down here, Pathfinders! We got the last one for you!"
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"We sent him your way so you wouldn't feel left out of the fun!" Craggark responds to Jamir after his head stops spinning.
"For Craggark! For Jawhar! For Jamir! For Torvald! And for ME! I hope you felt each one of those you miserable beast!"
The half-orc walks slowly up behind the gnome as she turns the half-goblin into a popsicle.
"I have never been more aroused than I am right now," he says in a starry-eyed voice as he stares at the gnomish fury.
For once, Craggark isn't abashed by saying it out loud.
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Jamir turns to Jawhar.
"I would tell them to get a room, but I want to make sure Craggark helps pull us out of the pit first."
Once the group is reunited and the bridge secured, they hurry back into the room with the prisoners. While Jawhar prepares to channel, Jamir checks the body of the mutant goblin and around the room for keys to their shackles.
If there are no keys to be found, Jamir pulls out his club and begins bashing at the point where the chains are bolted to the wall.
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Torvald carefully picks his way across the bridge and grabs his heavy pack, fishing around inside for the fireward gel. Dragging the bundle to the edge of the pit, he calls, "Craggark! I have something important for you! It's the fire-resistance gel!" and then underhand tosses it to the half-orc. "You have to rub it all over, I'm sure Lia will help!"
Grabbing the rope dangling into the pit, he helps haul up Jamir and Jawhar. "Here, Jamir, I made a fire gel for you too," the dwarf presses a second vial into the halfling's hand.
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Breathing heavy from her tirade, one eyebrow raises as she turns to look at Craggark, "Oh really? You do seem to be alright after all, so I won't be cross with you... this time."
Then she waggles her finger as if to scold him, but her smile breaks through and her eyes practically beam as she says,"You're lucky your pretty."
When Craggark catches the gel, Lia responds to Torvald's comment with a confident grin, "I certainly will help rub it all over you. And if Torvald isn't careful I will make him watch."
She then promptly takes the alchemical substance from the frostkin and beckons him to kneel, after which she proceeds to spread it upon his face, arms and eventually all over his gear too. She takes her time, lingering now and again over certain areas, just to be sure the coverage is... all encompassing.
With some color now in her otherwise pale cheeks, she looks up into Craggark's eyes as if searching for something, when suddenly she grabs his collar, leans forward and kisses him firmly on the lips. When she pulls back, she breaths, "So, you love me. I can work with that. Now go help pull up our friends." and she lets the stunned frostkin go before turning to see if she can find Skagni among the prisoners.
Jamir eventually finds a a rusted brass key on top of an upside down barrel. It takes some time but eventually you free all the prisoners from their shackles. Most appear to be Linnorm Kingdom peasants and indeed one or two strong enough to speak confirms the were captured when their village was raised on the coast and that the are members of the Blood Ram tribe. When asked about Skagni the two that are coherent enough to still speak say, That one over there is the one you seek, we think. He's the only outsider among us and kept saying the Pathfinders would come and save us...we all thought he was crazy till now.. Both of the men look at each other with guilty shame.
One of the last prisoners you release does resemble your description of Skagni. The man before you is alive ( unlike at least one other person shackled to the wall) but, he is barely hanging on. He mumbles incoherently and drifts in and out of consciousness. While tending to the prisoners.. you notice a large barred door leading out of the storage room. The bar is on this side as if to keep something from the other side getting in to this room. A soft blue light emanates from the bottom of the door and wisp of freezing fog curls out of the gap between the door and the floor. The fog quickly rises and dissipates..
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"Neighbors, I am truly sorry that it took us so long to get here.
The treatment you have suffered at the hands of these vile creatures must have been horrible.
I can't say that we are safe yet, as we are deep within enemy territory, but we will do what we can to make sure that you get back to the Linorm Kingdoms quickly.
For now, please gather as closely as possible and I will beseech Sarenrae to heal your wounds."
Once all of the prisoners and the party is gathered in a 30ft radius, Jawhar will begin an unnecessary invocation before channelling.
"Sarenrae, before you are gathered innocents who have been grievously mistreated. Their oppressors have been dealt with through righteous fury. Now, we call upon you to grant succor to their wounds so that they may go forth and tell stories of your blessings."
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With that out of the way, Jawhar will direct The party to usher the prisoners back into the library.
"This location might not be safe yet. That door worries me.
Lead then to safety so we can completely clear the level."
Jawhar will then take a look at Scagni to see if he needs any additional assistance.
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Jawhar will hand over all of his rations and his waterskin to the prisoners, asking them to please share the supplies amongst themselves.
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Before Jawhar leads the released prisoners back to the library, Jamir suggests showing Skagni the chest.
"Perhaps whatever is inside it will induce his spirit to rally in spite of the mistreatment he has endured!"
Jamir begins to search the room more methodically, casting a few uneasy glances at the glow and fog under the barred door.
As he looks around, Jamir makes his way over to Torvald.
"I don't know how many charges are left on that healing wand, but I am still banged up from my ... poorly timed leap into the pit after Jawhar. Before we find out whatever is behind that door, would you mind giving me a tap to bring me closer to fighting form?"
The prisoners are very grateful for the food and mercy Jawhar and the whole group has shown them. But, unsure where to go they remain in the library while the rest of you move to the store room. Craggark retrieves the chest and a semi -lucid Skagni finally comes to.. That chest! I recognize that chest! It belongs to Venture Captain Drandle Dreng! It was suppose to be delivered to me in Trollheim before... Skagni's voice cracks at recalling the traumatic events of the last couple of months. He looks at your group in surprise and wonder, But how? I thought we were taken to Winterhaven? How is it Pathfinders find themselves here? Or am I hallucinating again Skagni's eyes roll for a moment and his head tilts back in misery.. Oh by the Gods if I'm hallucinating don't let it end this time! I can't take the thought of that Mutant Goblin threatening to eat me while I'm still alive anymore!
As Skagni laments the horrors of his treatment at the hands of his captors..Jamir finds an interesting item in the storeroom. A small, unlocked wooden chest sits in the northeast corner behind the supply boxes. Inside are five potions, a wand of cure light, and a scroll.
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Craggark takes some time to.....sort himself out after being viciously assaulted by Lia. Once in a more half-orc frame of mind, he brings the chest in for Skagni's benefit.
"It's not a hallucination, friend. We've come a long way to find you. This, I believe, is yours. Delivered unsealed for your eyes only."
"Lead then to safety so we can completely clear the level."
Craggark raises his eyebrows at the cleric. "You make it sound like some sort of game, Jawhar." The frostkin grunts as he focuses his eyes on the door in question. "I like it. I'd feel more comfortable if we were all a level up, though."
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After Torvald performs his healing with the magic from the wand, Lia asks, "Is everyone's wounds all healed up? How about Jawar's after his fall? I refuse to face whatever is beyond that door..." she says pointing to the cold southern exit, " until I know we are really ready." She stares unblinkingly at Jawhar.
Once that is settled, Lia suggests Skagni stay back while the heroes deal with the southern threat. "Given the cold emanating from that door and the way it's locked so securely from this side, I would expect it leads directly through a most dangerous lair of some cold loving creature or creatures. Be ready with any fire you can muster, just in case. Now, who's first through the door?" she says matter of factly. Her large silver eyes seem to dance with a fire of their own as she says the last.
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"Unfortunately, I don't have Read Magic prepared, do you Lia?
As for the wand, let me try to identify it."
Cast Detect Magic and concentrate on the wand.
"Why, this is a Wand of Cure Light Wounds. This could be quite useful. I'll hold onto this. Now, as for the scroll, let me take a look at it."
I am removing the wand of Bless from one wrist sheath and adding the wand of cure light. The wand of Bless is going to be in my hand before going through the door.
"Sorry, I have no idea. If we rest at some point, Lia or I can memorize Read Magic"