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Upon entering new rooms Dolvin will cast detect magic.
"I have been a follower of Desna, have been since she touched me at birth," he says pulling back his hat to reveal a huge birthmark resembling a butterfly. "wasn't hugely popular amongst my kind but once I hit the open road I found your people to be much more appreciative of my abilities."
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Dolvin only detects the same overwhelming aura everywhere he goes so far. No sign of other magic.
The hallway seemingly looks free of any deception. As you approach the western rooms, you hear an awful screeching that attempts to follow some sort of a melody. It's so awful you have to shut your ears. You discern it coming fro the more northern room.
[b]“Stir the flesh around the pit,
See how many goblins fit.
They might shout and they might cry,
If they’re lucky, they won’t die.
When they plop out,we shall see
What new creatures they now be.
Will they have some wings or claws?
Will they grow big, massive jaws?
Maybe one will breathe some fire,
Then the queen can light a pyre!
Come on, find out, jump inside,
Grib is now your friend and guide!”
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"hmm, it is goblin," Dolvin proclaims. "but it sounds like some sort of ritual. " he continues and then adds. "they could be just singing a song but itbsounds more to me like they are trying to summon or create some sort of monster. We best proceed with caution."
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Pig barges in without hesitation to meet creator of most foul of noises. The stench of this room is a pungent mixture of acrid smoke, foul body odor, and cooked cabbage. Stone tables line the eastern wall, covered in scattered bits of glass, wooden racks holding numerous vials, and various alchemical implements. Along the western side of the chamber are three pits of churning, bubbling liquid that shifts between brown, beige, and green, occasionally releasing a puff of noxious gas that drifts slowly to the floor.
The singing stops as four goblins turn their head immediately to see who walked into the room. One of the goblins seem to be the mastermind in this place, mixing chemical concoctions together, and the three others seem to be running around working errands for him. They pause and look at each other, and then all scream and yell towards your direction seemingly unintelligibly. "SoH 'Iv? nuq Davang? nuq DaneH? bIHegh jIH?"
"Who are you? What you do? What you want? I kill you?"
Anyone who enters these spaces must succeed at a DC 12 Fortitude save or be sickened for 1 round. Creatures who fail the saving throw but remain in the cloud must attempt a new saving throw each round, but characters who succeed are immune to the effect for 24 hours.
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"No you don't kill us, " Dolvin announces in somewhat broken goblin. "what exactly are you doing here. Perhaps we could be of some assistance. If we knew what it was that is."
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All heads turn in shock at Dolvin's attempt of speaking Goblin. The assistant looking critters turn to the glasses face and wait for his response. He coolly puts his tools down and takes off his glasses. He then speaks in the most calmest, soothing, and posh manner in the common language to everyone's surprise. Much akin the highest educated Taldan noble.
"Please don't bastardize our glorious language, you hooligan. You are in no means welcomed here. I suggest you hooligans partake in your tomfoolery else where, we have work to do if you please."
The other goblins jaws drop.
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Dolvin flips his wrist and out pops a wand. "Desna, bring us the strength to destroy these foes" he casts bless and everyone allied with Dolvin suddenly feels invigorated.
"And you" he points to the leader of the group as he stows his wand in an inner pocket of his cloak. "Your language bastardizes itself" the last part is in Goblin.
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Armik moves quick to immediately strike down one foe. Blood spews everywhere as the blade cleanly strikes the goblin's chest.
Tad attempts to approach the fight through ranged combat, but he doesn't quite make his mark.
Dolvin brings a blessing of Desna to the pathfinders so that they can perform better against the Goblin scum.
The gentlemen Goblin immediately drinks a vial from his pocket. He seems to be more agile.
The assistant goblins move around, and from the looks of it are avoiding Armik, and head straight towards Tad. Both of them pick up a scoop of lumpy goo from their pockets and throw it right at him.
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Dolvin stands behind Hiro and touches him on the shoulder. "Desna bless your arrows" he says in a hushed and reverent voice.
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Tad tries unsuccessfully to evade the lumps of goop the goblins throw at him, the sludge splatting against his chest and thigh.
Tad grimaces at the goo and pulls a lever on his crossbow, loading another bolt. He raises the crossbow and carefully sights the goblin, at the far side of the room, beyond where Pig engages his previous target.
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Pig swings hard, and too high it seems. The goblin is able to easily dodge the blow and avoid all matter of harm.
The same cannot be said about Armik's lethal show of skill, his charge straight on an stabs the little green man straight through his chest, causing him to lose enough blood to fall unconscious. He never stood a chance.
Hironaki and Tad attempt to attack from afar, but arrows and bolts are difficult to aim in the small room against the goblins.
Dolvin provides more of Desna's blessings, specifically on Hironaki this time. Rishh joins the combat a little late and is force to manoeuvre his way around the crowd.
Tad is able to quickly wipe off one of the gooey substances on him, but is too late to remove the other. It burns his clothes and seeps into his arm. Soon a tiny length of skin, covered in fur, grows out of it. Much like a little tail with the length of 10 centimetres (or 3 inches?).
The remaining two turn their attention toward pig as they believe Tad is now ill for the worst. They throw more gooey like substance from their pockets. But find their throws off the mark as they are afraid of Armik just around the corner.
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Tad looks down, intending to reload his crossbow, and notices the small furry tail twitching on his arm.
Recoiling in distaste, Tad accidentally drops his crossbow to the floor.
"What have you done to me?" he asks the nearest goblin, distaste clear in his face and voice.
Striding forward, Tad approaches the goblin, weaponless. With each step his expression hardens.
"Gozreh, purge this vile mutation," Tad petitions his god, the skin of his hand and what is visible of his arm darken and harden as they become covered in small thorns.
He attempts the punch the goblin.
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Hironaki steps over the fallen goblin and fires a shot at the one standing in the middle of the room. His aim seems to be off, but by some divine intervention, the bolt impossibly turns and knocks the goblin in the leg.
Tad continues the good fight against the goblin with some good old fashion fisting. A good hard right onto the other goblin's cheek. The goblins continue screaming unintelligibly.
Armik stabilizes the gentleman goblin.
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Dolvin draws his warhammer and runs forward to attack the goblin. I always hatted these things
"you should have given up when you had the chance"he yells in the goblins vile language.
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Pig swings hard again, this time too low as he goblin easily jumps over the axe.
Dolvin and Rishh have similar luck as they move towards the creatures and swing their weapons. The creatures have the upper hand with their agile nimble bodies.
Both of the goblins find themselves out of pocket goo, which in turn forces them to take a step back to withdraw their bows. One arrow is fired Tad's way, and another in Rishh's direction.
An arrow gazes past Tad and leaves a gash on his leg. The other arrow flies too high.
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Tad's bark seem much stronger than his bite. His punches cannot seem to land. Tad walks right into the (poisonous?) gas, and finds himself immune to it for now, likely due to the small exposure from the earlier mutation.
Luckily Hironaki's next arrow does the charm and knocks one more goblin unconscious. Armik moves.
The goo that the goblins missed have discoloured into a dark grey. The earlier grey colour seems to be the same colour as the pits on the side of the room.
The mutations can be removed with remove disease or heal spell.
The goblin assistants all carry the same gear. Leather armor, light wooden shield, short sword, shortbow with 20 arrows. Grib carries a little bit more, he carries similar mundane equipment but also has a clear looking bead and 3 flask of something.
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As the final goblin falls, the skin of Tad's hand and arm return to normal. His face still rigidly set, he strides over to search the goblins for a remedy to his affliction.
He clicks his tongue as his search fails to turn up what he sought. "They've got some fire flasks, here," he informs the others, a peculiar edge to his voice, as holds up one of the flasks for them to see.
Tad walks back toward the doorway and collects his crossbow from the floor, loads a bolt and rejoins the group, the hardness in his face diminishing over the course of his passage.
"Everyone okay?" he asks, his voice sounding more like his own.
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"I made sure their leader still lives. We can tie him up and take his stuff, perhaps he knows something?" Armik says, eyeing the doors and cleaning off his blade. He passes Tad and notices his new appendage. Using his own tail, he taps it lightly to test its fortitude. With a wry smile, he adds, "I suppose that makes us brothers now..."