Friday, May 6, 2016

Entry 8

It's tough to break contact with the enemy when the gnome keeps blasting away with that loud pistol. Wave after wave of hobgoblin patrols rounded the corners drawn to the sound. It took Veocyn setting fire to a barricade and Angus casting "Obscuring Mist" to give us chance to make a tactical retreat. And what the hell was the dwarf thinking charging into the hobgoblin ranks to begin with?!

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  1. Garith...I need to help that gnome create a silencer for his pistol before someone gets killed. That someone being the damn runt. Still trying to figure out this group who tend to split-up. The blind moving off with their light in search of treasure while we dark-sighted stand to fight. Hobgoblins..phit...scrum...hell yes I'm going to charge into the ranks of my enemy who have tortured me near a year. My only concern charging forward was knowing I was leaving an elf and gnome firing ranged weapons behind me. But the elf's aim was true dropping my enemy with ease. And while the pistol was deafening it too was deadly. Yet I'm not crazed enough to fight alone especially when the foe triple/quadruple our own numbers. So when retreat was sounded, I delayed enough to give my allies time to run before I too exited. My escape aided by the human caster who created an 'Obscuring Mist'. Helping Oleg brace the doors before we turned for a secret door at the back. Me spying a curious distortion along a side wall...something to come back to later. Not so much another secret door...maybe extra plaster hiding something?

    Right now doesn't sound like we have much tactics. No purpose other than to deal with patrols, find treasure, and survive. And I'm fine with that. Especially when the elf joined my attack on the sleeping BugBears.

    Seems they have visited more hallways and rooms within this dungeon than I ever saw. But if all goes right, I'll see more of the place as we lay more of the goblin scrum in the ground. For my clan members killed in our assault when I was captured. For my new allies.

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  2. Kukla...my aim with the pistol is improving. I dropped 3 hobgoblins closing on our barricade. The elf and dwarf later grumbled about the noise causing more hobgoblin patrols to come our way, but what did they expect? They did have me stay at the barricade to fight, while Oleg, Angus, and the archer Veocyn went skipping off in search of treasure. Not that I was too concerned of Angus' departure...probably to find something else to sacrifice.

    But we couldn't kill the hobgoblins fast enough; their ranks swelling as more patrols came forward. At least Angus and the others returned to our side before retreat was called. While Angus cast a mist spell, I had to pause wondering what the dwarf would do as he was the only one across the barricade swinging his hammer at the foe. We scrambled for the chapel where Oleg and Garith stood ready to brace the chapel doors with pews so the rest of us could pass thru the secret door to the cleric Moray's room. Silence as we listened to the hobgoblins eventually break into the chapel to search. Me almost snotting from chuckles as Garith translated their curses and failed searches. Under the pews? Seriously? They thought Oleg and the dwarf could get under a pew?

    Meanwhile Geno searched ahead as we waited. But when Garith translated the foe leader ordering others to seek the cleric...and us in the cleric's room...it was time to leave. Fortunate we came across Geno down other passages. Trying to separate ourselves from the foe; and I was doing my part keeping the pistol hanging on its lanyard wielding my crossbow instead.

    I think the dwarf really hates these hobgoblins. We came upon a room of sleeping BugBears. Would have been easy to slip by but Garith and Geno slipped into the room and crushed some skulls or filled them with arrows. Oleg and Veocyn adding to the short-lived fight. Me in the hallway on watch as they opened a treasure chest. Then opening another door to find a weak human chained pleading for release. Guess it was his armor, sword, and backpack found on the chest. Surprised to see Angus and Geno gave the human his stuff, except for Garith who kept the backpack. Now another member of our group, the human Colin Defilth apparently was one of the lost patrols out of Guido's fort across the river. Another rogue as he asks the dwarf to at least let him have his lockpick tools.

    We continued along more passages, finding a natural cavern...a shallow stream running thru the middle. Water source for an army. More backtracking thru the secret side tunnel I'd found yesterday, then going oppose the sound of patrols looking for us. Came upon a large area that looked like an arena. Upper viewing tier and lower pit where 4 bodies lie, pierced by arrows. Geno and I stand guard while Angus climbs down to investigate. I guess he was attacked by wolves but he and the dwarf killed them then collected the deads' weapons and backpacks. And with Oleg announcing magic among the items, Geno became distracted. Surprise as 2 hobgoblins snuck upon him. Lucky we were able to kill them before another alarm was sounded. But as we tried to slip past the door the lone survivor tried to enter (before Geno's arrows dropped him) we hear sounds of many foe on the other side. Almost got away clean except for Oleg and the dwarf making a racket in their armor. More running. Will we ever get out of this dungeon? Will I ever get the time to tinker with the silencer I hope to create?

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  3. Garith - It's been nigh on a year since I've taken this path. I remember watching my clansmen die in that accursed arena while the bloated self-styled hobgoblin 'king' watched on. Memory starts to return of walking this path in a daze when we were first captured. I think this path will lead us to him. And after I have his head, I can return with this group to the keep to warn them to prepare for Grimna's hordes. They should be here soon, and with a well stocked keep to launch their raids, they'll roll across the river in waves and stain the land red with blood.

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