Olohorn whispered a few words before locking his eyes on the goblin before him. "Such a cruel trick, in the hands of some adventurer your skills might be a honor. Pity they die with you," he said as he called forth once again the wrath of his deity along with her blessing.

Combat Round 5

The Goblin Caves



It is now the Goblin Sharpshooter turn.

The Goblin Caves

The Goblin Sharpshooter Turn
With quick hurried breaths and fear in its eyes the final goblin scoots away from Fandyr before turning and running as fast as its feet will carry it to the large stone door. It clatters its crossbow against the door and digs its feet into the sand of the cave and begins to push the door. The large stone door creaks and slowly begins to move but doesnt seem to be designed for a single small creature such as this to open.



Goblin Sharpshooter is now granting Combat Advantage.

It is now Cinnamon's turn.

Annoyed she missed the sharpshooter she takes a few steps and tries again.

Victory! : The Goblin Caves

Cinnamon rushes forward and narrows her sights on the retreating creature, nocking a pair of arrows in her longbow and exhaling her breath to steady the shot. Twith a twang the pair of feathered projectiles while across the cavern at the little green man attempting to push open the heavy stone door. The first clatters off the door itself but the second is buried deep into the goblin's side causing it to slump forward unto the door and slide down it lifelessly landing in a heap at its base. Only the sound of the crackling fires remain in the cave and in the distance the babbling of the stream filters in from time to time.

Rewards:
¬ 110 XP Each
¬ 5gp Each
¬ Hand Crossbow x1
¬ Short Sword x5
¬ Spear x2
¬ Javelin x10

"Well that was lovely... Though I don't feel the red goes with the leather brown," Olohorn says trying to crack a joke about his current condition. "Could I have some help pulling this bolt out? And I don't think we want to forget about our sleeping buddies here,"

Fandyr walks over to Olohorn and takes a look at the bolt. "It depends," he says. "Cinnamon, do you use barbed bolts? Difference is that if you do, it'd be best to hold the base of the bolt, snap it and wait for full removal until we can get to a settlement where there is a physician. If it has no barbs to it and the tip is flush with the shaft, it should be fine to remove and patch up."

~SE++

Valthos Dhuram

Valthos enters the cave and makes sure that no enemies remain before he sits down near one of the fires to tend to his sizable wounds. Even with the clerics aid he'd taken a beating from the nasty creatures. "And what is it you plan to do with the one's you've 'saved'?

"I'd like them to have a second chance," replies Fandyr. "No one needs to die like this, we don't know them. We invaded their territory, and when they defend it, we slaughter them? No, this is not what our Makers would desire, not at all. I intend to give them their second chance, and should they take it, I intend to let them live their lives. Should they attack again, I'll regretfully lay them to rest, but I'll release no souls that don't have to be."

~SE++

Valthos Dhuram

"We invaded their territory and they defended it? Valthos asks, the words dripping with anger and bafflement. "What is it about your zealots that makes you so damned daft? Have you forgotten the that this very day they ambushed us on the road with the intent to kill us? Sure they settled for simply robbing us and retreating like the cowards they are but they surely aren't the innocents you make them out to be." The warforged asks as he finished going over his wounds and stands back up. "They're filthy brigands and lowlifes and have earned the deaths we gave them. You'd do well to get your head out of the clouds and remember why we're here, and what they've done.

"If they want to throw their lifes away doing this, let them. I will be quite willing to kill them!" Olohorn said as he took another look at the bolt in his shoulder. He makes a note to check what kind of bolt are in the now dead goblin's quarrel, as the bolt is just deep enough in that he cannot tell what type of head it has.

"Though if their willing to change to save their own hides, let them. I'd prefer to talk them down as opposed to fighting them. As you probably guessed by that last line this is easily the worst scrap I have been in," he continues to add. "Not like the ones we have out here are going to be much of a threat now,"

Cinnamon sighs at the goliath's words as she collects her arrows from the dead goblin. "I'd prefer to bury an arrow in their hearts. But it's no fun shooting at a unconscious target. Put them out of their misery or tie them to a tree. Either way is fine by me."

"I can agree to tie them up to a tree," replies Fandyr.



~SE++

The Goblin Caves

Fandyr searches the trees outside the caves for vines fit enough to secure the goblins he choose to knock unconscious but they seem to be quite bare. If there were any vines they've been taken, as from the look of it the goblins have long been searching these trees for easily accessible fuel for their fires. When he searches each of the goblins he finds no weapons in addition to the ones already removed and gathered up by his companions.

Olohorn fishes a bundled up rope from his pack. "I can always buy another when we get to Fallcrest if necessary," He had since taken the time to reinforce the holes in his leather armor and put some clean rags as padding around his shoulder, where the bolt tip was still lodged.

Grabbing the nearest javelin he adds, "Let's round up their toys in the meantime. If they're going to use mine, might as well borrow theirs,"

Fandyr drags the goblins over to the trees and ties them up, one with his rope and the other with Olohorn's. Bending down to the earth, in front of each of them he writes a message in the ground by scraping away the grass and writing in the dirt below.

Your lives are spared
Kill and steal no more
Find your way with the gods

~SE++

Having secured the goblins along the treeline with a length of rope and left a note on the ground demanding that they give up their thieving ways and find relegion... the group of adventurers gather around the stone door and prepare to proceed into the deep unknown of the cave system. Fandyr takes his place at the front of the party and places an ear to the stone door but is unable to hear anything of note; the doors are quite thick it seems and made of solid stone. Placing his hands on the door and giving a steady push Fandyr swings the large stone door open.

Before you lies a pair of stone rooms each approximately twenty feet across two ornate braziers cast a faint red glow around the large chambers. Thickly scented smoke clouse the air before disappearing through small ventilation holes in the stone ceiling. You can just make out a pool of water deep inside the second room and tethered to an iron ring set in the wall near the pool is a black horse. You see a number of doors, covered in beaten brass, leading from these chambers.

Two goblins, clutching short spears, glare at you with blood shot eyes.

"You're not welcome here." the nearest one snarls.

"Intruders!!" the other screeches.

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Everyone Roll Initiative!