1: Monastery of the Iron God

"That one?" Czespecem suggests, waving his hand toward the South door.

Lith nods at the dwarf, his darts at the ready.

As usual, the party has both Rogar and Brogan handle the door to the next room. While nothing happens with the door, it is what is in the next room that catches everybody by surprise. There are eight goblins in this room, armed with ancient-looking swords and armor and festooned with trinkets obviously looted from graves. One of the goblins is huge, as large as a man. It would seem that neither group- the party and the goblins- had expected to run into each other, and so a few seconds pass as everyone processes this information, and then all hell breaks loose.

First Round of Combat
Combat Order
Goblins
Party

The goblins surge past the hirelings and into the room occupied by the party, each one finding a target to engage with. The larger one strolls in at a more relaxed, confident pace, and steps up to Derrick. Swords swing, teeth gnash, and goblins bark; the combat is upon you. Within seconds, Edgar takes a mortal wound as a goblin shoves his blade through the man's chest, his defense not yet being complete. The dwarf too is stabbed violently; Rogar and Brogan, being the closest to the door, are not only stabbed but trampled as the goblins charge in, their spirits can almost be seen drifting from their bodies.

Czespecem flees. Back to the tapestries room.

Edit to add: If any goblins stands between him and escape, Czespecem hits it with the shovel.

Lith screams in terror as he sees the green menace swarming the party. As one of the green men approaches him, he sends out two darts his way, and a third one at the goblin running at Czespecem.
Seeing the party getting decimated so fast Lith then follows suit with the retreat.

Czespecem cleaves a goblin in half as he protects his own escape from the room, the enchanted shovel finding little resistance from the paltry armor and unhealthy goblin flesh. Simulteneously, Lith manages to connect dart-to-face with a goblin before him, and the pitiful creature drops to the ground from a mortal headache.

Benetolio panics when he sees the pack of goblins overwhelm the party and then doubly panics when he notices others fleeing as fast as they can. He briefly sees Rogar and Brogan go down, but knowing there is nothing to be done about it, he races as fast as he can toward the tapestry room.

It appears that Edgar is dead.

Derrick sniggers as the others flee, but does glup a big glup as the man-size goblin squares up with him. The Cleric holds his shield steady swing at the goblin leader with his heavy mace, before retreat back through the door with the others.

"We have only two full combat effectives," Czespecem comments as he holds the tapestry aside for Derrick, Lith, and Benetolio. He drops the heavy wall hanging as the last of his companions get through the door, then raises his shovel poised to wack whatever lump next appears behind the precious work of art. "Retreat would be wise."

Retreat would be wise, without a doubt, but the goblins have no intention of letting this happen. They have the advantage, and they desire to push it.

Second Round of Combat
The goblins charge after the party, but it would seem the had not encountered the tapestry room as of yet (you recall it was hidden by two secret doors, and you had not seen an outlet for the third door). They WOOPH run straight into the heavy tapestry and struggle to work their way free of it; unfortunately, a knife appears and tears through from top to bottom, likely from the larger goblin.

Czespecem takes a good hard flat swing with the sharp edge of the shovel at the middle of the knife-wielding bulge.

"I don't think we can outclimb them back at the rope!"
Lith growls, his darts flying against the little goblins and leaving the big boss to his comrades. Every dart flies at a different enemy.

The larger goblin gives an Ooph as the shovel smacks into it, though it didn't feel like a solid hit. One dart finds its way into a goblin.

As Lith’s dart hits the target Derrick steps in swing his mace on a long arc . . .

Benetolio had hoped the goblins would not give chase. Those hopes are quickly dashed and he finds himself madly grabbing for the darts in his side pouch. He flings several at the goblins as they tear through the tapestry.

Benetolio's darts fail to find any living targets, but Derrik's mace does strike true. A thud indicates that a goblin falls dead.

Third Round of Combat

From under and around the tapestry come the goblin's, pressing their advantage. The four remaining plus the larger goblin enter swinging, and manage to tear through much of your defense and flesh. Only Czespecem finds himself matched fairly with a goblin and avoids losing his precious flesh and blood.

Benetolio recoils backward from the impact of the blow, slumps against a nearby wall, and bleeds out onto the cold, stone floor. As his last actions, he clutches his precious spellbook to his chest, utters a single word of protest "mother", and expires in the tomb.

"Eat dirt," Czespecem says succinctly, and swings his shovel at the neck of the biggest goblin.