Sasha, Seoni, Yola, and Gerund head back to the surface, while Poot stays behind to guard the tunnel.
Yola and Seoni: You head to the garrison to recruit help and gather supplies. At the garrison you find two guards manning the building. there are four others patroling the town, two sleeping in their bunks on the 2nd floor ( just came off the night shift), and two more off duty. Since Sheriff Hemlock left you nominally in charge. you can pretty much order these guys around as you see fit. Do you want to grab the two guards that are there now and head back to Poot immediately, or try to round up more help first?
Gerund and Sasha: You go in search of Father Zanthus and find him at the Rusty Dragon tending to Ameiko's wounds. He tuts over your wounds and uses the last of his healing prayers for the day to restore you both to full health. As he is finishing dressing the last of Ameiko's injuries, the door of the inn bursts open and a panicked Amele Barrett staggers inside, sobbing for help. one hand holds a crying infant to her chest while the other clutches the shirt of her six year old son. The wide eyed boy stumbles along after his mother, blood spattered across his face and clothes. "Help us! Please! There's a goblin in my son's closet!"
Poot: Examining the tunnel, you realize that wile it probably can be collapsed, its going to take more than a little alchemist' fire to do the trick. The wooden support struts are old but sturdy and the ceiling and walls are hard packed earth. You light several torches and set them at the mouth of the passage. You notice that the flames gutter slightly, indicating that there is air flow from the passage. You eat second breakfast. What was taking everyone so long anyway? You pace around for a bit and draw stick figures of the other party members in the dirt. Guard duty sure is dull. Surely it wouldn't hurt to go exploreing a little ways down the tunnel . . .
Monday, August 25, 2008
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Yola:
I suggest we grab two guards now and bring them down to where Poot is, and maybe go and explore the tunnel after we tell Gerund and Sasha where we are.
Ouch, thought Gerund, Had we not used up the healing prayer for the day we might be able to help this boy.
"Who has been hurt?"
"Do what you can for them, Father," said Gerund with a winced shrug, then turned to the woman, "You came to the right place, for we are the goblin slayers you may have heard of around town. Where do you live? We shall dispatch this vermin immediately," with a quick look to Sasha, "Right?"
Seoni joins in, "We can at least dispatch the goblin for them.
To her friends, Seoni asks, "Surely the tunnel doesn't come up through a family's closet? Can we send the guards to Poot while we tend to this goblin in the closet?"
Poot dejectedly replaces all his alchemical equipment back into his rosewood box and into his backpack. He plunks himself down at the mouth of the tunnel and lights his pipe.
"obviously this is the passage that the goblins used to enter town," he thought to himself.
"obviously it's quite dark and dangerous down there for one to just wander off exploring," he continued to muse.
He snuffed out his pipe, slung on his backpack and drew his cape's hood over his head.
"I suppose a quick looky-loo would be what a brave person would do. That elf ranger, she would probably 'scout' it out for the good of the team." Poot brushed the pebbles of the soles of his bare feet, put a hand on the wall of the passage and made his way silently down it.
"Just a quick gander then."
Sasha looks at the Blacksmith and then looks at the mother.
"Let's go take a look."
She kneels in front of the young boy.
"Don't worry," Sasha says she points a thumb at the Smith. "My companion is an expert at dealing with goblins in the nick of time."
"And I've killed more of the little monsters than he's hot meals. So why don't you show us where is hiding ok?"
Sasha flashes them her best gambler smile and makes sure to give her rapier a wipe.
Carrying the young on boy on her shoulders she follows the mother along with the Black Smith.
"What did we get ourselves into?" Sasha mumurs.
"So Gerund whose turn is it to take point?"
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