Chapter 1 - Goblin Arrows

GIVNG THIS A BUMP!!

While the rogue deftly slips away from his attackers, Belanor steps up and unleashes a bolt of fire which strikes one of Orel's attackers directly in the chest. The smell of scorched, dirty leather quickly starts to fill the area around the Goblin, which is honestly quite pleasant compared to the original smell the Goblin gave off.

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With Gerbo's departure Orel suddenly finds himself at the wrong end of a 2 on 1 battle. With a scream a confidence both Goblins let loose with a flurry of swings, none of which are able to strike the well armored Fighter.

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Being outnumbered, Orel targets the smaller of the two goblins and strikes with a quick swing of his longsword, slicing through the goblin's armor deep into its flesh. With a loud yip the creature clutches at its wound and falls to the ground.

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Determined to make amends for its last attack, the goblin facing Kerisha takes another mighty swing and connects. [6HP]

Gerbo's arrow slams into the goblin's left ear, causing it to half cartwheel, half flop to its right, sprawling the ugly thing hard onto the ground.

Although her intense determination is punished with a new wound, it is also rewarded with a freshly sliced goblin as Kerisha's huge sword easily cuts into her foe. With the last of the Goblins sorted everyone has just a few seconds to catch their collective breath before the irritatingly familiar sound of a goblin's voice rings out.

"We at truce. Or human dies!"

Up on the ledge, to the south of the room, a large Goblin forces a man closer to the edge and down to his knees. He presses his sword against the man's throat and slides the blade just enough along the man's neck to produce a trickle of blood.

"Truce?"

The man, eyes only half open, struggles to lift his head in an attempt to see who the goblin is talking to. It's quite obvious the man has been beaten and is now struggling to maintain consciousness, but still manages to utter a few strained words.

"Don't... trust him!"

Gerbo, seeing Orel's instruction attempts to duck out of sight into the entryway, readying an arrow. Breathing heavily, he gets ready to take the shot, trying to remember the approximate positioning of the goblin.

Popping out, it seems his memory was somewhat off, as he struggles to line up the shot accurately, but releases, knowing he has probably already doomed the prisoner.

With Gerbo's arrow well off the mark, the captive uses the last of his strength to try and strike out against his captor, but to no avail. The goblin pushes the man over the ledge and he lands face down with a muffled thud, dust billowing from the ground where he now lays. The goblin quickly darts to the backside of the stalagmite on the upper ledge out of sight.

As Belanor shimmies along the face of the ledge he gets his first good look at the face down captive. Beaten, bruised, and unconscious the man is breathing heavily and does not appear to be in good shape.