Castle of the Robber Knight

Orla surprised look at the goblin for a moment. With a an evil grin she say: This Orc won't hurt you, at least until you cooperate. So tell us where are the rest ? Where could they be ?

"Where are who," asks the goblin? "The other goblins are dead! The orcs are away far away, but they'll be back!". The goblin's eyes dart from adventurer to adventurer, seemingly trying to piece together a puzzle. There is a lack of confidence in her answers.

OK. You want live, right? Go open tower doors. she turns to rest of the party suddenly realizing she is not the alone friends, what do you think? Let this goblin open doors for us and ask anyone inside to come out? There is no use of him anyway

"I doubt this one could even walk in a straight line for very long. It may be useful for flushing out any more goblins hiding here in the castle, but it may also give away any chance of surprise we have moving forward. Doesn’t matter too much to me either way. I will strike down any foe we come across."

Aodhan nods in agreement with Bastonn.

"She might not be of very much use."

Then to the goblin.

"We are searching for this orc's pig...among other things...do you know where we might be able to locate it?"

The goblin things for a moment, scratching her chin with one hand and her ear with the other. "Oh!" she suddenly explains. "You can use the horn! It'll summon the pig to you! My little chest is too small to blow air through it, but you're all much bigger than me! You, especially," she says looking at Grunta. The little goblin holds out the horn, gesturing for someone to take it.

Orla keep wondering why would rest of the party try help Or, ORC!. And now they are obviously going to trust a goblin...
She shrugs and accept the deny of her plan without regret and retreat to the other end of the room where she try to find comfort in a chair while Aodhan and Bastonn are playing their strange games with the Nightkin.

Makander joins Orla. Being a knight he could not abide working in consort with such vile creatures. He was not a zealots, however, so he let Aodhan and Bastonn do whatever it was they were doing. He would remain handy should they decide to end the nightkin's lives. He would surely help them with that.

Bastonn steps over to the inebriated goblin and snatches the horn from her hand. Towering over the diminutive creature with eyes narrowed and fangs bared, he threatens, "If this horn summons any unwanted guests, the last thing you see will be my spear piercing your skull." he tosses the horn to Grunta without turning to look at her. "You, orc! Blow into it," he commands.

Grunta takes the horn and steps out into the misty daylight. Holding the horn to her misshapen lips, she blows into it. But instead of any bright sounds, instead of any regal song, a flat, dead sound wails from the instrument.

Dark clouds find their way before the sun, and a shade of darkness descends upon the keep. From every corner and over every wall, fog begins to roll into the courtyard. Ravens screech from the tower a cacophony of terror.

As the fog things, a dark figure can be seen standing before the dead tree. Tall, heavily armored, and bearing a great morningstar resting for the moment upon the ground.

The little goblin squirms and laughs sadistically. "Now you're gonna get it, lightwalkers! He's gonna get you good!"

Facepalm. Anyone help ? Orla try to turn down the table to make it block entrance at least partially

The goblin’s cackling celebration is cut short as Bastonn thrusts his spear through its face and out the back of its head. Withdrawing his spear, he turns to face the open courtyard. "Let him come," he bellows to his companions. "It will be refreshing to face a worthy foe after wasting our time with all these irksome goblins." He extends his long spear, pointing the tip at the figure under the tree, and issues his challenge. "Your blood will feed the roots of yonder tree. Prepare yourself fiend!"

Aodhan softly chuckles...

"Well we were bound to face what ever it was eventually. Good of him to come to us though. Ready yourselves friends!"

He won't move to help Orla, the furniture seems heavy for someone his age.

Instead he'll stand with his staff at the ready and facing the door, readying to cast the moment the thing walks through.

The Mallard Knight helps Orla prop up the table against the door. It is of solid wood, and should hopefully hold this creature back... for a short time, anyways. Though he sets down his shield for this, he still strikes quite the imposing figure in his armor and orcish helm!

With the table set, the creature (which you recognize now as a Wight) begins stomping forward towards you. Its heavy boots thud into the earth, and as it emerges from the mist you recognize it from the painting. Rothgar Wolfsbane, in the undead flesh! Its eyes lock onto Makander, though perhaps it sees the orcish helm itself. Strangely, it pays no mind to Grunta, holding the horn and quaking in her boots outside the hall.

Aodhan, having prepared for this moment, is ready to unleash an arcane torrent upon this monstrosity!

Aodhan moves forward overhead the others to ensure line of sight with the wight. He’ll wheel his staff around as if flinging the fire ball from the end and yell "Ignis

[ +- ] Fireball

✦ Rank: 1
✦ Prerequisite: Elementalism
✦ Requirement: Word, gesture
✦ Casting Time: Action
✦ Range: 20 meters
✦ Duration: Instant
The spell sends a fireball from your hand or focus at the target. The fireball can be dodged or parried as a ranged attack. The fireball inflicts 2D6 damage on a hit and sets fire to flammable objects. Each power level beyond the first increases the damage by D6 or creates another fireball that hits another target within range.

!"

The fireball shoots from Aodhan's staff, splashing flames across the chest of the Wight! It continues stepping forward, more singed now than it was before.

Finding itself at the table and unable to pass just yet, it waves one hand at the Mallard, who flies back against the rear wall in a sickening thud. Whatever power this thing holds, it will take the combined might of all our heroes to return it to death!