AS THE SWIFT DECIMATION OF NORKERS GRINDED to a halt, none were able to withstand the terrible might of the entirety of the group. Storm turned toward Valtor and hissed emphatically ‘mage, clear the area of these norkers if you’d be so kind!’ Valtor said ‘it’s beneath me but since you’ve asked politely I will do it’ and he summoned an eldritch entity that collected and deposited the slain Norkers into a pit which it dug in a span of a mere minute. ‘seems my improved unseen servant spell is of a modicum of use’ the fat Elf smiled pleased with his magics outcome. ‘Go there boy and scour the woods for anything of value’ he said, ‘scrawny waif you must eat like a little girl, when we return to town I will stuff ye like a half starved halfling’ he said, pointing towards the bloodied soil where the norkers had fallen. When you finished sweeping the vicinity you noted Valtor consoling the little boy and girl who were splashed with Norker blood. The Elf chanted softly and touched the children when they were cleansed by cantrips he effected. A moment later he said ‘what good is a boy without a bit o’ candy to fill the heart with gladness?’ and with some sleight of hand made a bar of chocolate errupt out of the lads pocket. The child devoured the choclate and shared it with his sister, and both were smiling broadly as if their demeanors changed instantly. ‘you’ve some talent with younglings, mage’ Liera remarked. ‘Oh, I’m just a fool for love’ Valtor said with a feigned sneer. ‘As am I’ Ash said, ‘and love seems to fester in the air here’ he said with a dry chuckle. ‘Knock it off you fools’ Kessa disrupted, moving toward the group and her eyes locked upon you, Morga directly behind. She leaned in and knelt to a knee, saying ‘judging by the tracks and recent signs of activity, I’d estimate a great deal more Norkers, and Hobs within that foul looking place’ ‘What do you propose then?’ Storm echoed everyones immediate thoughts. ‘We’re not storming the citadel, if thats what you mean’ Kessa said. ‘That’d be folly’ Valtor chimned in. ‘Love’s folly they say, especially when you storm its gates’ Ash remarked. ‘spare us your prattle, priest!’ Valtor hissed at him in admonishment. Kessa: “I’m not entirely certain on a plan just yet’ Morga: “Allow me my sister” she came forth and stole the seat, ‘Storm and the Elves ride in through the main entrance, the wizard here will create light to blind our enemies with. The little fox here will find us another entrance inside, with me, Kessa, and the dark one beside. Their without their gate guard, and will be taken by our bold raid if we move fast. I’ve an idea but it will require loss of life I fear, but a life worth losing. One of the pack horses, and one of the Norker corpses’ Valtor smiled deviously, ‘Nyriddian, I’m beginning to like the way you think’ he grinned mischieviously at her, producing two pouches that reeked of sulfur and bat guano, ‘black powder. I procurred much of it thanks to Turd, whose tribe used it for excavations and mining. Of course the dumbshit Goblins stole it from Dwarves, who in turn stole it from the Gnomes. No secrets ever safe, eh heh heh. We can set a Norder corpse with numerous black pouches and set a horse into the belly of that ziggurat. Then when its set off, which it will full attack, if we’re repressed we fall back into the woods” Storm’s eyes intensified, ‘alas I’ve been scouring this forest for a blasted meterorite my house smith told me that fell into these dark woods, perhaps its these shadowy skulkers who stole it for themselves. I must declare if you should find it it would be very meaningful to me and my house, and I will be truly indebted to you”
Then, Kessa made as though preparing to approach you, suddenly and deliberately going to Storm and kissing him her eyes boring into you as if upset about something. Storm wore a stupid grin momentarily ‘for luck’ she purred into his ear, ‘who knows this might prove against us’
SEPTUL: well this little hellion’s perturbed about something. You sure have a way with women, boy. And much to learn!
AS THE PARTY SENT IT’S SUICIDE PACK HORSE INTO THE GUTS OF THE OMINOUS BLACK ZIGGURAT, a terrible loud explosion caused the whole foundation to vibrate for a few seconds as Storm’s group braved the main entrance, and the twang of bows resonated. You, Morga, Zor, and Kessa came in from the top of a long pair of side steps, gaining a door there. Five Hobgoblin sentries were engrossed in a game of bone dice when you took them completely by surprise.
You swung your sword at the first Hobgoblin, which sprang back in terror from the glinting steel then dove in and thrust your offhand dagger into Hobgoblin #2 (critical) injuring it as your blade tore into its gut. The 3rd Hobgoblin’s head came rolling off as Morga decapitated it with a curvaceous shortsword. Zor and Kessa swung multiple times with their blades missing, and frustrated.
AS THE FOUR OF YOU SWUNG MULTIPLE TIMES, FAILING TO STRIKE THE SENTRIES Hobgoblin #2 croaked ‘sound the alarm!’ and Hobgoblin #3 shot down the corridor in flight. Kessa hissed at you ‘get after him!’ before it could sprint away you hurled the shortsword, impaling the Hob straight through the small of its back (backstab) killing it with brutal precision.
MORGA EVISCERATED HOB #2, and stole #4 with a snap of her chainwhip the mace head crushing the Hobgoblin’s warhelm inwardly and shattering its skull, she laughed with triumphant ellation at the damning blow, ‘take that you foul scum!’ the 5th Hobgoblin broke from his fellows and bolted for escape. Zor fired at it with one of his hand xbows and it plopped straight to the ground, snoring.
You seem to have gained entry to a dark elongated corridor which stretches towards a distant + intersection. The passageway is shaped like in a triangular manner with smooth opaque walls, and you see a rune shaped like a peculiar rose-like tentacle whip. Zor said to you in a low whisper ‘thats the symbol of the elder elemental God, a daemon some drow venerate as their patron demon, particularly male drow that hold no true power in Llolth’s demon webs’