As Zel grasps a hold of the rope to begin her ascent, she pauses, turning to Corrin. She taps her ear and nods towards the large rotted doors. Goblins! she mouths in an exaggerated motion.
Letting go of the rope, she hurries to his side. She pulls out a card from her deck and reveals it. a moment later a subtle hue shimmers over her, distorting her form to the eye. The moment passes and she appears normal.
an open structure, the stair case runs the perimiter of the tower droping at staggered drops, common to goblin con-con-remodification.
Sazzat looks down, and sees a door on the north wall, and one on the west wall. The door to the north stands open.
He tilted his head and looked at her motioning her to open the door and back away with his spear. He half crouched with the spear pulled back, it looked as if he was readying a mighty thrust for the first foolish thing to exit the door.
Yeda hustles to finish her climb and reach the top of the tower after Sazzat.
Tamm creeps down quietly to check what's visible through the north door.
Bandit clings to his shoulder, the raccoon's eye's getting wider and wider as Tamm ranges ahead of the rest of the party to scout.
The large doors of the structure, stout yet rotted in certain areas, still able to rebuff all but the most determined of attacks, swing out with a heavy creak. Goblins rush out, screeching and hollering, large and small blades glinting bright steel and flashing dried blood as they wave about.
They rush out, past the readied elf and his deadly spear. suddenly, like a tensioned spring, he snaps out, the blade of his polearm catching the first goblin he fixates upon its chest. the goblin tumbles to the ground, dead.
Not knowing what's happening outside, Tamm heads over to the closed door in the west side of the room and listens for activity on the other side.
Yeda heads inside and rejoins Tamm. Having both of her hands free, for once, she draws her greatsword again.
What have you found in here?
Loxley bit her lip as she leaned over the edge of the roof, listening to the goblins gathering below. She watched as Zeldana and Corrin braced for a fight. She called her magic to her, gathering it in hand and about to release it. She didn’t think either of her companions would succumb to her spell but she didn’t want to chance it so she paused only long enough to pick her spot.
Choosing a spot to catch as many goblins as possible with in its 10 foot radius. Loxley whispers a quiet incantation and releases her spell on the unsuspecting creatures below.
Corrin snaps forward a second time, his blade cutting across the body of one of the exiting goblins, dropping it to the ground, dead.
Loxley's spell poofs into effect, a slight shimmer falling over the goblins body. twinkles of light flash momentarily, highlighting the bodies. The goblins cough, and almost as one, all inhale deeply and slump to the ground. eyes closed, breathing deep, they sleep.
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Quietly he moved to each goblin thrusting his spear into its throat coldly and calmly. They couldnt risk them waking up and making noise and there was no time to other options.
When the chanting stops on the other side of the door, Tamm looks over his shoulder at Yeda.
He shrugs as if to say 'what the heck?' and then opens the door.
Yeda nods back at Tamm and taps her sword once on the door as a way of confirming. She focuses forward as he opens it, intending to follow his keen-eyed lead.
Loxley watched as the goblins collapsed under her spell. She saw Corrin moving up to take care of them and turned her attention upwards in the direction Yeda and Sazzat had climbed up to. She didn’t like having the party split like this and found herself torn between waiting for the two below and wanting to follow after those above. For now, all she could do was keep her attention sharp for possible threats as she waited.
each goblins eyes snap open, unfocused, as the spear tip, still sharp enough to easily pierce skin, muscle and sinew, pushes through the tender flesh of the throat and bisects the neck vertebrae. Each individual pairs of eyes blink a few times, the gaze staring off into the blue sky. Each body goes immediately limp, much to relaxed that that of someone whos sleeping. Finally, the deed complete, Corrin wipes his spear tip clean on the goblin rags.
Yeda shrugs and silently points to the first door, implicitly urging the rogue to proceed forward and scout, look for traps, etc.
Tamm enters the hallway and listens at the first door.
As he continued to eliminate the sleeping goblins he motioned to both Loxley and Zeldana to follow after the others. He would catch up.
Zeldana looks up at Loxley, Further up at the tower, and then down at Corrin as he dispatches the goblins.
Perfectly good door right here we could walk through. But can we do that? she walks up and grasps the rope, pulling herself up.
Noo, we cant. Come on Corrin. Hurry up. Zel summits the top of the wall and begins to make her way along the roofline towards the tower. Come on loxley, let's not dwaddle. Fate is a fickle mistress, and we press her by being in this precarious position.
Tamm opens the door.
Tamm moves down to the next door in the north wall.
He listens:
Yeda continues skulking behind Tamm, her sword forward and at the ready.
Loxley watched Zeldana shimmy up the rope to join her on the roof.
”Yes, let’s.”
She nodded at the witch and glanced back long enough to make sure Corrin was sure before hurrying after. She tucks her weapon away as she carefully follows Zeldana towards the tower, eager to rejoin Sazzat and Yeda. At the tower, she glances back again to check Corrin’s progress.
Zeldana, with Loxley following behind her, lead the way to rejoin Sazzat and Yeda, trying to keep and eye out for danger.
"Follow me Yeda." Tamm says.
"Let's figure out where all the goblins went."
The warrior nods and continues behind him. She finds it a little uncomfortable that if an ambush is sprung she'll have to jump past Tamm. Nevertheless she crouches at the ready with her large blade pointed forward.
Tilting his head and looking up at the others then at the open door he frowned.
"I'll catch up group up with Sazzat and Yeda"
He called out to the others heading through the door the goblins came out of with his spear at the ready.
He paused and watched the figure for a moment wondering if he would be noticed.... He decided it would be better to not surprise his friends in the middle of a goblin fortress.
"Front's clear, good call flanking above them though. . . Hi Bandit, Hi Sazzat."
He said lifting his leather warmask up and smiling brightly before going back to completely stone faced and slipping the mask down. He moved to the door on his left listening at it for a moment.
He hurt
By the gods above, below and in between, he hurt!
The thudding of the drums were what awakened him from his short moment of unconsciousness.
thud! thud! thud! they pounded to his left.
He twisted his head to look in the direction of the drums, but immediately regretted his decision. Pain flared through his head and neck! a heavy lightning bolt of agony shot from his neck, down his spine, to his toes, and up to his head again. He closed his eyes, his mind swimming, lost in the haze of pain. His body pitched forward momentarily, and he threw up. Rather, his body heaved, but nothing came up. A small bit of spittle clung to his lip as his frame shook from the effort, and the pain of the sudden movement.
His eyes opened again, attempting to focus on the white form in front of him, but he passes out again, unconscious.
The drums, so loud! So annoying! she thought, attempting to lift her arms to cover her ears, yet unable to.
Her hands were bound together in an iron manacle, with a length of chain draped upon the floor and attached firmly to the leg of a grotesque throne, bound within a grotesque room.
For a moment, she feels a slight moment of embarrassment, for she wears a single narrow scrap of rag that hardly covers her lower region, the rest of her body naked to the creatures that lurk within the room.
the one upon the throne, before the drums beat, had smiled with delight as he told her about what he had planned for her tonight.
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thank god for the drums!
"What are you waiting for? Show this creature what you can do."
Evriani nodded at the voice inside her head. Hoping that the drums were a sign that the goblins were under attack by friendlies and not just other goblins, Evriani held her chin up a bit higher and decided it was worth a shot. She turned to the creature upon the throne she was chained to and plastered a sultry smile on her face.
"Maybe I'm pliable enough already, your greatness..." The words were ridiculous but she was a pretty good liar, and she practically purred them. "If you could just free my hands, I could show you..." Show you the powers I'm capable of when I can move my hands, you disgusting sack of...
He made a motion torwards Sazzat and then the door where he heard the noises behind. He moved torwards it and stabbed the tip of his spear into the ground and reached out for the door handle to test it open.
Yeda notes when the elf motions to Sazzat and turns back toward the door, she raises her sword and points it forward. She is ready to launch forward once he opens it.
Hanging limply from his restraints, the young man struggles to keep breathing, to remain alive. As he fails to lift his head, or focus on the white shape in front of him, he sees a figure walking towards him through the field of white. A humanoid, with a large rack of antlers, stops before him, slowly shaking it's head.
He tries to speak, but his mouth and throat are too dry, so the young man thinks at the figure, expecting him to understand.
I have failed. Failed you. Failed Sandpoint. Failed the family. Without your help, I will die here. Do not punish them because I Failed. Keep them safe and working together. I'm ready. Take me. Release me. I don't even care if I will be rewarded or punished, as long as this ends.
If there were enough water in his system, the young man would be crying. Hanging from a wall, looking at a vision of his god, begging for his own death.
No no! you stay! drums beat! longhanks here here! fight! Die! Then we play! The "king" squeals out in his high pitched gross goblin voice. He pulls out a potion of somekind and lifts it to his lips, drinking swiftly.
Ripnugget! we must hurry! the interlopers- another goblin, wearing moldy feathers upon her head, bright paints upon her face, and rotting leather upon her small frame, the female goblin looks at Evriani in disgust. The interlopers! dey's here to free your new plaything. Dey's here to destroy our tribe for the attack upon the longshank village! Surely-
Silence rotted one! The goblin leader, ripnugget, exclaims drawing his sword from its ragged sheath. He whistles slightly up into the short rafters, where a lizard emerges. Bright green with wide red eyes, it looks around for a moment before descending the wall with minmal effort, its toes and paws sticking easily to the wooden walls. It passes swiftly down and pauses before Ripnugget, where the goblin chief mounts his gecko. Rotted singer! bring on the drums! Bring on the chants! We go. We attack!
What about the she-b@@&!?
Leave her! She is subdued and submissive! She will wait! ripnugget says simply, urging his "steed" towards the throne rooms large double doors.
Sazzat waves at Zeldana and Loxley, motioning them to follow him into the room at the end of the hall. THere they see Corrin who brings his finger to his lips in a "shush"ing motion.
Corrin, the door is open, and pulls easily with your strength. it opens wide and spot two startled goblins quick stepping down the hall.
It definitely sounded like rescue was on the way. That was good news! So long as these interlopers won the fight. With the drums beating, and who-knows-how-many goblins seemingly converging upon their location, she wasn't sure they would. And if the goblins won the day...well, such thoughts were not worth entertaining.
If she could only get her damn hands free so she could cast her spells , she could be of help to her potential saviors, rather than sitting here half naked like some damsel in distress. Obviously, the lecherous little goblin wasn't having any of her attempts to seduce him at the moment, so she tried a new tactic once he started away on his mount and was no longer right next to her.
"It's terrible how he speaks to you," she sympathized with the female goblin wearing the moldy and rotting armor. She tried to direct her words so the female would hear her, but this 'Ripnugget' would not. "No respect. And after all you do for him! I'll bet you'd make a much better leader than him." If she was certain Ripnugget would not overhear, she would add, "I could help you with that, you know...help you take over the whole place."