The fleet footed Moft wasted no time in their effort to escape the Goblin arrows. Her elven eyes were sharp in the dim light, immediately going for the first door to her right. Nimble and with the quiet grace of a doe she leaned against the door. The gibbering and chatter of Goblin’s let her know that was not their escape route, dashing further ahead. Disregard for any other tripwires that may or may not be there.
Leaning against the second door, she hears only silence. Excitedly she turned her head to look over her shoulder at her party who lagged behind, waving them over. “Rowena!” She quietly tried to inform them with all haste.
The tumult of goblin footsteps above their heads only grew, enough so that it only increased the panic stricken Moft, escape was all that was on her mind. Another volley of arrows fly through the murder holes, whizzing past the heads of Ulundes and Shanston, the latter giving a shout.
The first two doors on either side of the hall they party had entered crash open, pouring out before the party were a mix of goblin children, bows at the ready, and fierce wizened veteran goblins with spears hobble out. Hissing at the intruders, while Moft watched in a mix of frustration and growing panic. She drew her short-bow. The children aim their arrows, but with a quick warding motion from Rowena their bow’s go askew, their arrows harmlessly bouncing off the floor. It give’s enough time for the Bounty Hunter to land his giant plate-booted foot to smash one of the goblin’s underfoot, while he readies his Maul with a roar.
Thwip! A strangled cry of a goblin whose throat pierced fell to the ground. With the lethal kill she opened the door she was at and ducked inside. A burst of brilliant, white arcane energy conjured at the fingertips of Shanston, who skillfully leads it into the goblin mass before him, dispatching one and wounding another. Ulundes comes up, her great axe powered by her impressive physique, she swings—- and the blow that would have finished off the goblin, instead flew over, and so too, did her weapon. Ulundes came into a crouch fist’s ready for a brawl.
Rowena stood behind her concentration undeterred by the sudden appearance of the goblins, a hand outstretched to the group of children goblins. Whispery words fall from behind her lips as if she spoke from a dream, and they all three fell to the ground asleep.
The wrinkled wizened face of the remaining goblin veterans became surprisingly spry from their previous hobble.
“Hehehehiihihi!” The shrill cries of a long haired apparently, female goblin. Her spear lunging forward towards the parties Orc, her sudden speed made him give up ground, stepping back. “Hraaghahagahahaga!” Her laughter turned into a scream as she pushed back the Bounty Hunter. He grunted. Shanston, impressed of himself for dispatching the goblins soon found himself cornered by a wide-eyed green goblin, it jabbed low, scoring him in his leg. He stretched his hand out, warding the blow from doing to severe a damage and giving him a moment’s respite from the goblin. While Ulundes, unaware of the old-woman behind gritted back a scream as a deep red cut found its place just above the side of her hip.
Rowena gave no ground, simply side-stepping a blow meant for her. Moft however, intended to wait out the combat, though she still held onto her bow. Thwip! An arrow bounced off the stone wall behind her, her eyes going wide. She hand’t noticed it before, but even here murder holes lined the back of the room she was in.
“Ruagh!” The bounty hunter gave a shout, swinging his maul for the small goblin-woman, who ducked beneath his blow.
“Ahahagaga!” She mocked him with her constant laughter, the Orc went red in his green face, and with a final cry he used the inertia in his weapon and swung in a full circle. Arking his weapon high, and slamming the maul atop her head, it caved in, right between her shoulders. Crumpling her body into the ground. Ulundes wished to take on the goblin behind her, but she was stuck between two of them. She gave ground, not letting them land a bow, but she and no hope of doing so. When one of their blows missed, she had to dodge the next.
Moft dashed out of the room, her dark hair like a black wind following behind her. She goes for the end of the hall-way. It was her only option left for escape. Her elf eyes gave her ease as she delved further into the goblin-stink ridden hallway. Crates come into her way, she slips past them, as if in a dance she makes not a single mistake, not bumping once into their jagged edges. Their in the center, a small circle of mushrooms cause her to give heed, skirting around it to a large door. Without hesitation, she opens it. Though its locked. With a curse she looks over her shoulder, seeing the battle unfolding behind her. She ducked behind a crate, swallowed by the shadows and hid.
“Shanston, with me!” Rowena gave a rallying cry, and they both charged past the goblins, their blows avoided by the both of them. An arrow drew back, behind the safety of a murder hole. “Argh!” Rowena gripped the arrow that had plunged into her arm, ripping it out with a pained growl.
Ulundes was losing ground, and the last thing she wanted was for her back to be pressed against a wall, she drew a javelin, dodging a blow, she went to strike, “Auah!” She cried, a goblins spear found purchase. She dropped the javelin stumbling back, a hand gripping the wound to keep from her blood slipping away.
“Ruaaagh” A scream came from one of the goblins cornering Ulundes, a great maul dispatching him, he hit the wall with a thud and fell dead.
Moft no longer waiting for her party comes out of the concealment of her hiding place. Lockpicks at the ready, she works on the door’s lock to open it. “Open! Open!” She whispered. There was no way she could turn back now, she and this insane thought the deeper they went the more hope they had of escape. Though in reality, the only safety on her mind was her own, and maybe Rowena’s.
‘Click’ the door was opened in mere seconds of her thoughts, she stood up and flung the doors wide. She winced, the weak torchlight was still bright enough in this dark cave to give her pause. A large circle is drawn in the center of the room, a star and its five points drawn within it, touching the outer circle. She shook her head, no matter. She entered, and went to her right, and there she saw a ledge, a ladder leading up to it.
“The goblins… are..!” It dawned on her, “They’re back here! Quickly!” She shouted loud enough for them to hear, begging for their help.
Shanston heard the call of their elf ‘friend’, looking his shoulder. Hands extended he invoked his power, and sent a barrage of energy into the goblin that came for him. Killing it, its remains a bloody smatter on the ground.
Ulundes to, hears the call. She nods at Bounty Hunter, who returns it. She broke from the last goblin and retrieved her weapon. The Orc leaned back from a blow, and then dispatched their last visible assailant with a vicious swing of his axe.
Rowena, now heeding the call of her friend, rose her hands high. They shimmered a soft golden light as they mended the wounds on Shanston.
Moft had only enough time to look further into the hallway that wound its way on the caves ledge, before an arrow came of the dark. Blossoming a red bloom on her shoulder. She tore it out with a sharp cry, that echoed across the large cave, drawing her short bow and shooting into the dark. Without seeing to see if it found its mark she ran back into the previous hallway, and hid without success behind crates. Clutching her wound desperately.
The party see’s Moft return into the hallway as they all run to their aid, and to finish off the remaining Goblins. Charging heedlessly through the faerie circle of mushrooms, when from all sides arrows shot at them. Moft was spared, out of the sight of the goblins in the corner she found. Those arrows found only one mark, and it was at the backside of their Orc Bounty Hunter. He gave no pause, tearing out the arrow with a grunt.
Moft still clutching her arm, heeded her friends. Though she did not just yet enter the fray.
Shanston was first to enter the large cave room, shooting an arrow of acid from his finger tips at the Goblin that shot at Moft, it narrowly missed.. Ulundes follows shortly after, charging up onto the ledge, climbing up the ladder. She grabs at the ankle of a goblin, throwing it over the ledge. Despite the short fall, landing on its head snapped its neck. Dead. She looks over the lip of the cave-ledge. Only to see a Goblin matriarch with curled horns dash back into the darkened hallway. Gone.
Rowena her battle calm strengthening the resolve of her allies, entered into the cave, turning to the left away from Shanston. She finds a goblin, and invokes her Goddess bursting it in holy-white fire. The goblin gave shrill screams as it ran about, attempting to douse the flame only to fall off the ledge. Where it then burns and smolders into ash.
Followed shortly after her, was the Orc. He charged, and with his arms nearly vaulted onto the edge, stepping up to the two remaining Goblins there. He swings his weapon, and smashing it into the wall.
There standing tall was a blunt horned Goblin, who looked at him with dark glittering eyes. Full of hate and loathing. It hissed. Moft, with her heart strengthened drew her bow and dashed back into the cave. Shooting an arrow at a goblin that had appeared behind Bounty Hunter, the arrow landed, and it fell off the ledge onto the pile of ash. Without wasting a moment she ducked behind the curved cave wall. Away from the sight of the second hidden goblin.
A second goblin came from the darkness that Shanston and Ulundes guarded, the latter finally upon the ledge swung her axe, finding purchase, but so to did it’s dagger in her thigh. Though its blow was not meant with gibbering laughter, but instead scream as an acid arrow bloomed and disintegrated the goblin. Weakened, the Elf-Barbarian descended the rise and the two made for Rowena.
Rowena acknowledges them, and with an arm raised, invoking her Goddess with a prayer mended both her allies. The hidden goblin charged for Bounty Hunter, its throwing axe held high, but it missed its mark, whizzing between the Orc’s legs to clatter harmlessly onto the cave floor. Moft had ducked back out from behind the curved cave wall, and dispatched it with an arrow.
Now it was just the Bounty Hunter, and the blunt horned Goblin. Likely the patriarch. They both swung weapons, but only the Orc’s hit. The goblin bounded back with a hiss. Then darted down the hall way. Rowena saw this, shouting.
“No! Come back!” The bounty hunter charged further, into dark and stink. Moft looked at her allies, and without hesitation charged after Bounty Hunter, leaving behind her short bow on at the foot of the ladder. She moved with uncanny speed, not even hearing the shouts of her friends as she to hurtled into the dark caves, lit only by the gift of her half-elven eyes. Her rapier found its place in her hand, overtaking the Bounty Hunter in her speed and jabbed, blindly. The goblin had barely turned, ducking only seconds away from its throat being skewered. Stopping and swinging so abruptly, Moft hit into the cave wall, a burst of dirt falling atop of her as she fell and into the eyes of her attacker.
Though the incensed goblin was not content, it drew back its cutlass, ready to swing. It came down.
Though not fast enough. Bounty Hunter swung his maul into the face of the Goblin, it flew back, dead, head crumpled inward. The bloody pulp of its body seeping out onto the cave floor.