Chapter 1 - The Beginning

Aelar will sigh and draw his rapier, obviously his attempts at diplomacy were all for nothing.

The goblins see things are going south and ready themselves for a fight. Oddly enough, they thought the old man the least of their worries.

[ GM: Once Ütés has set initiative we can start up combat. I will consider Crolwell as starting with his enraged state. He really loves that fluba. ]

Initiative Order:
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Aelar - 22
Ütés - 20
Xadira - 17
Goblins - 16
Crolwell - 8

Scene:
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As weapons are drawn, some reluctantly, about 20 feet away from your party stands the goblin group. Two of them wield short swords, one seems to be the leader of the group. Just behind them are two readying javelins to throw.

The cave is a flat rock shelf here, there are small, and a few larger, stalagmites coming up from the floor to either side of you. This rock shelf overlooks the small lake that has formed in this cave between you and the exit out of here. The shelf itself is only about 10 feet across from the cave wall out to the edge. Falling off of here would be about a 20 foot dive down into the lake.

Seeing Crolwell going into a rage Aelar reacts quickly and manages to move a little quicker than him. Aelar has the first attack.

Your rapier finds it's mark expertly and the shock in the leader's eyes clearly show he was not expecting anyone to come through here with any level of fighting skill. He quickly is regretting his choice in picking this fight, but it lasts for only a moment before his eyes roll back and he goes limp. He tried to say something, but all that came out was a raspy sigh.

[ GM: The leader goblin has been killed. ]

Ütës is the next to react to the situation.

You are inspired by the bard's deft slaying of one of these treacherous goblins, unfortunately as your strike out the goblin twists out of the way (more luck than technique).

"You'll have to be faster than that, pretty", the goblin laughs out, though the expression on his face clearly expresses more lucky gratitude to not be dead.

[ GM: Attack missed. ]

Xadira is the next to react to all that has transpired.

"You think waving your arms is going to scare us away!", shrieks one of the javelin holding goblins, "HAH!"

He glares at you with contempt as suddenly his two living compatriots fall to the ground around him. He looks around dumbfounded and utters a curse in goblin as he also falls to the ground.

[ GM: The remaining three goblins were put to sleep. The effects last for one minutes. Either we can move to Crolwell, and continue in combat, or we can exit it if you act quickly. ]

Crolwell easily scoops up one of the sleeping goblins, but the group is aware of his actions. The sleeping creature is easily restrain for the next minute, until the spell wears off and it will try and fight to escape.

Suddenly the elf, who stayed back from the fray, turns towards the tunnel you just came from. "We must hurry, quickly!", he shouts as he produces a small round object from beneath his robe. He touches a string coming out from the end of this object against the flame of the torch he holds and it becomes all too apparent what this is as the fuse sparks to life.

"Run, now!", he shouts again as he throws the object back down the earthen tunnel you came from. You see two other small points of light, torches, coming towards you down the tunnel.

The elf runs and dives off the edge of the rock shelf and down towards the lake below.

Clutching the goblin underneath his arm, Crolwell will propel himself over the edge toward the water.