Going west, the tunnel loops around a bit, and eventually ends in what apppears to be a guard post behind another one of the well hidden doors. It is currently empty and looks out to the sea; you know see that the shore here is actually a tall cliff that you would not want to fall down.
"No guards, that is probably good." Thandion says quietly. He takes the oppotunity to stand up properly and stretch and has a quick look around.
There is only one entrance to the lookout. You can see a bit of the island from here; it's sits roughly 60' off the coast and just a bit east of this lookout post. It seems to be also have a sharp cliff face like the shore, and if you really look closely, you can see something akin to what might have once been a face on parts of the cliff. On the more or less flat top, you can see what appears to be a building of some kind with a small perimeter around the edge for patrols, one of which right now is taunting the local pigeons rather gruesomely. There are 4 goblins and 4 goblin dogs on what appears to be the northwest corner capturing pigeons, tying a string to them as if they were a kite, with one goblin holds the string, trying to help the pigeon from getting hit by the rocks being thrown by the other three. Eventually, the remains of the inevitably tattered corpse is thrown to the dogs and a new bird captured to start the fun all over again.
"Quite a gruesome sport," Severus says needlessly.
He carefully peers out over the cliffside, looking for another way to the flat top.
"Horrible creatures, I'd summon an eagle to deal extract some avian revenge, but I don't want to give our presence away," Pavro says.
Once we get closer we can extract some real Avian revenge, the birdman can't keep a bit of a laugh out of his otherwise somber demeanor at the sight of the goblins' cruel game.
Pavro looks puzzled for a second and then grins,
"That'll work nicely."
Let me try to clarify. You are able to see north and mostly west from the lookout. From it, you can see the western edge of the island, just enough to see the side of a building close to, but not right at, the edge of the cliff. North of this building and along what appears to be the northwestern seaward edge of the island, probably about 100' north of you, you can just make out the goblin "patrol" playing with the pigeons and their dogs milling around at their feet.
You can't see any way across from here, but you can only see maybe 20' of the extreme western side of the island, and the presence of the building suggests that there must be at least one way over there somewhere, probably accessed elsewhere in these thorny tunnels.
Aressa searches the lookout post thoroughly in case it reveals anything useful or valuable left by an unruly guard. And once she is done Pavro says,
"Well lead on Thandion, 'Ress."
Aressa finds a few old bones and rotten scraps of might have been meat once, but nothing else. Heading back to the intersection you have the north and the east paths still unexplored.
Thandion turns heads back through the tunnels and assuming they encounter no trouble he'll turn north at the crossroads.
Going 30' to the north, the tunnel ends with openings to the east and west. To the east, there appears to be a large room, and to the west is another tunnel.
Aressa heads for the "room" cautiously.
This large area is clearly a meeting place of some kind. It goes south for a bit before turning east. The only thing of interest in it right now is a large hole at the turning point; the hole is very, very deep, and you can hear the sounds of waves crashing mixing with some kind of eerie howling coming up from below. Aside from the entrance you came in, there are two other openings in this room. One seems to head northeast; the other leads back to the original intersection
"Avoid the hole most punctiliously." Severus warns.
Vors raises an eyebrow. "You had me at 'avoid the hole." He gestures with his bow to the northeast. "Looks like that's our only option."
"Let's try the other tunnel first, I don't see any reason to go down, from the looks of things we are on about the right level now," Pavro says, and Aressa leads the way back to the western tunnel.
Thandion hurries for moment to catchup with Aressa and then proceeds next to her.
My grandfather told me about those things, devils' churns, he called them. Avian shudders, gesturing to the hole. Not pleasant to fall in, even if you don't believe the stories of horrible monsters inside. Let's go. With that, Avian follows Thandion and Aressa.
"Horrible monsters hey? On the way back I'll summon some stuff down there and we can see if that's true," Pavro says, glancing back over his shoulder, "But I guess we can't really afford to waste resources now..."
Going back west, you discover a lookout post facing north that looks out onto the island directly, and a room full of goblins.
Aressa streaks forward pouncing upon the nearest goblin in a blur of claws and fangs. She continues hurling herself into the fray trying to flank and pounce as much as possible.
Pavro follows along trying to flank with people with his ancestral dagger while staying full defensive.
Not wanting to risk an errant shot in the close confines, Vors pushes ahead into the combat, drawing his longsword as he goes, thrusting at whatever goblin gets in his path. Should one of his companions suffer a serious wound, he'll take a round to lay on hands, otherwise he'll continue to take the offense to the enemy.
Avian clamps his beak in concentration, firing at the first goblin within 20 feet that isn't in melée with his friends and using moves to keep out of threatened squares.
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After firing, Avian rips open an alchemical cartridge with his beak, pours its contents down his pistols' barrel, then shoves it in with the ramrod and fires again.
Again, Avian opens a cartridge, shoves its contents in and fires.
Avian will finish the third round by reloading once more with an alchemical cartridge.
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Raising his light mace, Marcoul gestures with it, taking on the aspect more of a warrior priest then a gem bedecked Cheliax noble he truly is. Forward my friends! Arm yourself and prepare to strike at the beasts that dared to attack Sandpoint! Let non survive else they might warn the true foes that we hunt!
I'll skip the intimidate rolls for now as I expect most of the goblins won't last long.
Round 1:
possible crit:
Round 2:
Round 3:
You drop 4 of the goblins before they can fully react. The remainder try to regroup and launch a counter assault, but fail miserably; one of them manages to at least bounce his blade off of Aressa's tough hide, but most can't even pull that off as they swing at and hit air. Aressa quickly dispatches several more causing the remaining 3 goblins to drop their weapons, and flee to the rear of the chamber where they proceed to cower in terror, and anyone who speaks goblin catches comments that suggest that they recognize you as being the ones who killed so many of their numbers in Sandpoint.
"Flee, vile dogs. Flee! Or you will be crunched and munched."
Aressa simply pounces upon the fleeing goblins while Pavro examines his boots.
They don't flee very far as the tunnel is a dead end that ends in what appears to be a large room they have been using as their living space. The surviving goblins are cowering in the farthest corner they can, trying to use each other as shields to protect themselves; if it weren't so pathetic, it'd actually be rather funny watching their desperate antics. There is also the lookout that you have time to examine.
"We need to deal with them, we don't want them fetching aide. They might be cowards when they know they're beaten, but I sincerely doubt that will stop them torturing the next seagull, or robbing the next traveler, or joining the next raid upon my home. Kill them 'Ress," Pavro says, his voice at once cold and queasy.
Aressa pounces with a predatory snarl.
Once that, and any ensuring arguments are done Pavro and Aressa help search the lookout and living area.
Severus frowns and shakes his head. "I'm sure I will not be the last to point this out, but that goes against the SHIELD agreement. Fleeing opponents that no longer pose a threat should not be targeted. And certainly not slaughtered."
"Oh, err, yes, you are correct. Hmmm, well I suppose we just make sure they flee away from the island then. Let's not try to take them prisoner for pities sake," Pavro says, sounding troubled, but looking rather relieved.
Aressa hisses at the goblins and turns back to searching for valuables muttering irritably.
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Reach into the belt pouch Marcoul withdraws a weighty manuscript. Holding it open as Aressa tears into the goblins, his eyes scan the documents as the slaughter unfolds in front of him. Eyes lighting up on a particular passage he runs his finger along it, showing it to the scholar. Ah, but if you will see clause 2.c.1.a "Hostiles in temporary flight who post later risk to wealth, health or general well being" you can see they are fair targets. Smiling, the priest seems to shrug. You did ask me to write up the contract after all. It would be quite poor of me to not know the parameters.
"Wrll us arguing is probably a greater threat than they would cause left to run amok. Its going to be Thandion who has the problem with it, so why don't we just let him take responsibility for them? What do you propose we do Captain Conscience?" Pavro says, turning to question Thandion.
Severus frowns at Marcoul's reading of the document.
"I don't recall a discussion of 'later threats or risks'. I thought we mostly had determined to deter 'direct threats or risks'. This 'later' business could end up producing resentful enemies, rather than fleeing enemies who might later decide to follow a more peaceful lifestyle." Severus leans on the ranseur, shaking his head slightly as he strokes his beard in thought. "I would wish to have that amended to 'pose direct risk to wealth, health, or general well being' But as Pavro has already pointed out, this is really not the best place to discuss such things."
Vors sighs. "They've surrendered. As long as they go scampering out of the thicket, rather than toward the island to warn the others, let them go. Someone tell them this place is not for them any longer, and if they try to return we'll be back...with dogs. Lots of them."
"We should take their weapons at least, and um, any valuables, so they, er, can't buy more weapons?"
Galadan nods and turns to the remaining goblins.
"Leave, and do not return here. Or big lot of dogs come back and crunch you. Leave your weapons here."
To Pavro, "I would not deprive them of their valuables. We will take what valuables we need from the ones we have already vanquished. Even these should be given the opportunity to survive in the wild, and it will be hard enough for them without weapons."
"We no part of this stinking tribe. These fools can die for their foolishness like every other tribe foolish enough to follow them and their foolish longshanks." You catch one of the goblins reply as they disappear out of the room; they don't even wait to grab anything but their weapons as they leave. Searching the room reveals that they didn't have much to grab even if they had stopped for it. You can scrape together about 18 gp worth of copper and silver pieces, but otherwise, it's standard goblin stuff, and nothing worth risking dying over.
The lookout post proves to be much more useful. While it doesn't give you anything on the material front, it does give you a clear view of the island. It's just large enough to hold a single large fortress like wooden building with some room around the edge to allow for patrols. It connects to the mainland via a single bridge a little bit to the east of this lookout. From what you can see, there is only one set of doors on the building flanked by a pair of guard towers.
Pavro surveys the bridge and the fortress,
"Hmmm, we know there is a patrol, although it was occupied with seagulls when we last saw it. I guess the problem is how we get inside, any idea?"