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<blockquote data-quote="MarauderX" data-source="post: 1513898" data-attributes="member: 9990"><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><strong><u>Session 8: Finding Snakes in Their Hole - Viper Lair</u></strong></span></p><p></p><p>With mixed feelings of victory, the group made their way back to the homestead uneventfully. There they find another group of four refugees has arrived after they had stopped by the Ilyakana lumber camp just a day or so ago. Leading them there was a man of few words named Cyprian. Though he was very competent in the forest, his demeanor was matter of fact when speaking. Seeing the burning for revenge in his eyes, Alex, Thovaas and Jerrin invited him to join them as they hunted down the remaining two goblin tribes in search of any human prisoners. Di’an on the other hand, seemed to distance himself from the others. </p><p></p><p>Ptyor told them how he had heard the side of the story from the aledged horse traders and how the goblins threatened their lives. With sympathy in his heart, Pyotr gave them more freedom to eat meals and enjoy their company while they were there. The others immediately reproved him, reminding him that she and her henchman were still dangerous and should be confined to their room. Reflecting, Pyotr cursed himself for letting his guard go lax, and followed their advice to lock them securely what used to be the emergency store room. </p><p></p><p>When Pyotr returned the others explained the current situation to Cyprian and updated Pyotr on what they had found at the Red-Blade hideout. Jerrin presented evidence that Pyotr’s brother Stephan might still be alive, and showed a rust-colored hair, nearly the same shade as Pyotr’s, as proof. His mouth hanging open, the big man clasped the small druid with renewed hope and then asked tentatively if the party was going to continue their search for him. Reassuring him, the group then ate a full warm meal before falling to sleep. </p><p></p><p>The group also learned that Golthar, the rich man from the Order of Sindacalista, had bought the eastern tapestry from Pyotr as well as several horses before he left to go east. </p><p></p><p>Di’an then explained that he felt he would find opportunities elsewhere, and that seeking to recover those captured and exacting revenge on the other goblin tribes was not as noble a task as when he first started out. Needing to fulfill his own destiny, Di’an left the next day before anyone awoke, and did not take a horse with him. </p><p></p><p>With Cyprian in the lead, the group left the next morning intent on finding the Wolfskull base, as it was most likely the location of where any prisoners would be found. Following tracks more than a week old, Cyprian led the group away from the main path to follow the tracks through the forest. </p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>After traveling for several days through the thick of the forest they rested in the wilderness another night, the forest canopy blocking out most of the star-strewn sky. Before the night ended, Jerrin heard a terrible crashing through the woods. He could distinguish that it was a humanoid, and a large one at that, that was headed towards them. Without hesitation he awoke the others and they all took defensive positions around the horses. </p><p></p><p>Being able to make out the location of the hulking man by sound, Alex pursued him closely, following his every move. Thovaas called out to him, and soon he introduced himself as Martin. Martin then tried to tie one of the horses to a stake in the ground, then walked placidly over to another horse as he tried to pry how many companions Thovaas had with him. As Martin grabbed the reins from another of the party’s three horses, Jerrin spoke abruptly and startled Martin from the idea of riding away with it. Eventually they persuaded the lummox to seek adventure elsewhere without them, and coaxed him to leave peacefully with about a weeks worth of rations. </p><p></p><p>The next day Cyprian, with Jerrin’s aid, was able to pick up the trail of the Wolfskulls again, and followed it to a streambed that was running high with the spring thaw, covering their tracks rather well. Following the stream for days, Cyprian eventually found a tell-tale sign that the Wolfskulls had passed this way, and by mid-day they saw why. A solid wooden door sunk into the hillside to their right, and sat in a crux of the river and above it by several feet. In front of the door the water churned and swirled to form a larger pool. </p><p></p><p>Alex and Cyprian climbed the hill to the right and descended to the door using rope. The others watched, and Thovaas tethered the horses a good distance away. Before he knew it, Veega, their goblin captive, sprinted towards the door. She crossed through the stream and began clawing at the door just as Alex was to attempt to open it. Before anyone could react, an arrow zipped from a tree to pierce her calf. Screaming, Veega beat on the door harder before a second black-feathered arrow found the base of her skull to end her life. The others had all now located where the arrows were coming from, and Thovaas asked for the archer to show himself. </p><p></p><p>Jumping lithely from limb to limb, a silver furred monkey-like man emerged to gain acknowledgement for the goblin’s death. Standing a mere five and a half feet tall, the monkey-man looked small but an enlightened gleam in his eye told the others not to underestimate him. Alex popped open the locked door and pushing the door open a bolt zipped over his shoulder to land harmlessly in the stream. Jerrin lit a rock from the streambed and handed it to Alex, who threw it down the corridor to show a bend in the tunnel ahead. Alex went in the lead followed by the over-anxious monkey-man, and after they entered halfway to the lighted rock they were doused with flour. In a minute the dust settled, but both were still tinged gray. </p><p></p><p>Moving forward, they saw a locked door and the hallway continued to the left. Tossing the lit rock down the tunnel, Alex then led the others past another door on the left. Jerrin lit one of his daggers to provide sight for the others. The corridor ahead veered sharply to the left and when Alex poked his head around the corner he saw a crudely built barricade with a small gap at the top. The tunnel sloped downward, and a good amount of water had collected in front of and under the barricade. Seeing two sets of gleaming eyes, Alex ducked just in time as two small axes spun towards him. Without hesitation, the monkey-man jumped towards the barricade and charged to get over it. A clay pot flew over him and exploded after it struck the ceiling and streams of fire dropped to the oil-covered water below. </p><p></p><p>Trapped with no way to go but forward, the monkey-man slipped through the gap at the top of the barricade. Three goblins on the other side gaped at him surprised, and a fight ensued. Two of the goblins attempted several times to by him, but were knocked back while he laughed. The tallest of the three was slain with a single blow, and soon the whimpering from the other two ceased. Turning towards the darkness, the monkey-man used the light from the fire to guide his way through the next tunnel.</p><p></p><p>The others retreated from the burning barricade to fetch water and listen at the locked doors. Alex unlocked one of them for Thovaas after he had tried to break it open with his shoulder. Swinging the door wide, a small crossbow dart landed between Alex’s feet as he saw the trap mechanism to the door an instant too late. Inspecting the inside of the room revealed that it was stripped of any contents besides the rubbish of garbage and the stink of goblins. Thovaas sighed as he had hoped to find another avenue around the burning barricade. </p><p></p><p>Cyprian and Thovaas then went to the river to soak their blankets and capes to put out the fire. Thovaas waded into the deeper pool, and just as he was waist-high, his footing slipped and he tumbled forward and down over an edge and his head sunk beneath the water. Struggling for footing, his foot connected with something sharp below that caused him to recoil. Swimming back the way he came, Thovaas was lacerated several times beneath the water as he reached the edge of the pit below the water. Crawling up on land near the open door, Thovaas prayed and received healing to seal his wounds. Cyprian buffeted the flames with his wet blanket before finally laying it down to put out the flames in front of the barricade. </p><p></p><p>Everyone stopped to collectively breathe a sigh of relief and check to see if everyone is alright. They then realized their new competitive monkey-man friend was no where to be seen, trapped on the other side and possibly in dire need of aid.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="MarauderX, post: 1513898, member: 9990"] [SIZE=4][B][U]Session 8: Finding Snakes in Their Hole - Viper Lair[/U][/B][/SIZE] With mixed feelings of victory, the group made their way back to the homestead uneventfully. There they find another group of four refugees has arrived after they had stopped by the Ilyakana lumber camp just a day or so ago. Leading them there was a man of few words named Cyprian. Though he was very competent in the forest, his demeanor was matter of fact when speaking. Seeing the burning for revenge in his eyes, Alex, Thovaas and Jerrin invited him to join them as they hunted down the remaining two goblin tribes in search of any human prisoners. Di’an on the other hand, seemed to distance himself from the others. Ptyor told them how he had heard the side of the story from the aledged horse traders and how the goblins threatened their lives. With sympathy in his heart, Pyotr gave them more freedom to eat meals and enjoy their company while they were there. The others immediately reproved him, reminding him that she and her henchman were still dangerous and should be confined to their room. Reflecting, Pyotr cursed himself for letting his guard go lax, and followed their advice to lock them securely what used to be the emergency store room. When Pyotr returned the others explained the current situation to Cyprian and updated Pyotr on what they had found at the Red-Blade hideout. Jerrin presented evidence that Pyotr’s brother Stephan might still be alive, and showed a rust-colored hair, nearly the same shade as Pyotr’s, as proof. His mouth hanging open, the big man clasped the small druid with renewed hope and then asked tentatively if the party was going to continue their search for him. Reassuring him, the group then ate a full warm meal before falling to sleep. The group also learned that Golthar, the rich man from the Order of Sindacalista, had bought the eastern tapestry from Pyotr as well as several horses before he left to go east. Di’an then explained that he felt he would find opportunities elsewhere, and that seeking to recover those captured and exacting revenge on the other goblin tribes was not as noble a task as when he first started out. Needing to fulfill his own destiny, Di’an left the next day before anyone awoke, and did not take a horse with him. With Cyprian in the lead, the group left the next morning intent on finding the Wolfskull base, as it was most likely the location of where any prisoners would be found. Following tracks more than a week old, Cyprian led the group away from the main path to follow the tracks through the forest. ***** After traveling for several days through the thick of the forest they rested in the wilderness another night, the forest canopy blocking out most of the star-strewn sky. Before the night ended, Jerrin heard a terrible crashing through the woods. He could distinguish that it was a humanoid, and a large one at that, that was headed towards them. Without hesitation he awoke the others and they all took defensive positions around the horses. Being able to make out the location of the hulking man by sound, Alex pursued him closely, following his every move. Thovaas called out to him, and soon he introduced himself as Martin. Martin then tried to tie one of the horses to a stake in the ground, then walked placidly over to another horse as he tried to pry how many companions Thovaas had with him. As Martin grabbed the reins from another of the party’s three horses, Jerrin spoke abruptly and startled Martin from the idea of riding away with it. Eventually they persuaded the lummox to seek adventure elsewhere without them, and coaxed him to leave peacefully with about a weeks worth of rations. The next day Cyprian, with Jerrin’s aid, was able to pick up the trail of the Wolfskulls again, and followed it to a streambed that was running high with the spring thaw, covering their tracks rather well. Following the stream for days, Cyprian eventually found a tell-tale sign that the Wolfskulls had passed this way, and by mid-day they saw why. A solid wooden door sunk into the hillside to their right, and sat in a crux of the river and above it by several feet. In front of the door the water churned and swirled to form a larger pool. Alex and Cyprian climbed the hill to the right and descended to the door using rope. The others watched, and Thovaas tethered the horses a good distance away. Before he knew it, Veega, their goblin captive, sprinted towards the door. She crossed through the stream and began clawing at the door just as Alex was to attempt to open it. Before anyone could react, an arrow zipped from a tree to pierce her calf. Screaming, Veega beat on the door harder before a second black-feathered arrow found the base of her skull to end her life. The others had all now located where the arrows were coming from, and Thovaas asked for the archer to show himself. Jumping lithely from limb to limb, a silver furred monkey-like man emerged to gain acknowledgement for the goblin’s death. Standing a mere five and a half feet tall, the monkey-man looked small but an enlightened gleam in his eye told the others not to underestimate him. Alex popped open the locked door and pushing the door open a bolt zipped over his shoulder to land harmlessly in the stream. Jerrin lit a rock from the streambed and handed it to Alex, who threw it down the corridor to show a bend in the tunnel ahead. Alex went in the lead followed by the over-anxious monkey-man, and after they entered halfway to the lighted rock they were doused with flour. In a minute the dust settled, but both were still tinged gray. Moving forward, they saw a locked door and the hallway continued to the left. Tossing the lit rock down the tunnel, Alex then led the others past another door on the left. Jerrin lit one of his daggers to provide sight for the others. The corridor ahead veered sharply to the left and when Alex poked his head around the corner he saw a crudely built barricade with a small gap at the top. The tunnel sloped downward, and a good amount of water had collected in front of and under the barricade. Seeing two sets of gleaming eyes, Alex ducked just in time as two small axes spun towards him. Without hesitation, the monkey-man jumped towards the barricade and charged to get over it. A clay pot flew over him and exploded after it struck the ceiling and streams of fire dropped to the oil-covered water below. Trapped with no way to go but forward, the monkey-man slipped through the gap at the top of the barricade. Three goblins on the other side gaped at him surprised, and a fight ensued. Two of the goblins attempted several times to by him, but were knocked back while he laughed. The tallest of the three was slain with a single blow, and soon the whimpering from the other two ceased. Turning towards the darkness, the monkey-man used the light from the fire to guide his way through the next tunnel. The others retreated from the burning barricade to fetch water and listen at the locked doors. Alex unlocked one of them for Thovaas after he had tried to break it open with his shoulder. Swinging the door wide, a small crossbow dart landed between Alex’s feet as he saw the trap mechanism to the door an instant too late. Inspecting the inside of the room revealed that it was stripped of any contents besides the rubbish of garbage and the stink of goblins. Thovaas sighed as he had hoped to find another avenue around the burning barricade. Cyprian and Thovaas then went to the river to soak their blankets and capes to put out the fire. Thovaas waded into the deeper pool, and just as he was waist-high, his footing slipped and he tumbled forward and down over an edge and his head sunk beneath the water. Struggling for footing, his foot connected with something sharp below that caused him to recoil. Swimming back the way he came, Thovaas was lacerated several times beneath the water as he reached the edge of the pit below the water. Crawling up on land near the open door, Thovaas prayed and received healing to seal his wounds. Cyprian buffeted the flames with his wet blanket before finally laying it down to put out the flames in front of the barricade. Everyone stopped to collectively breathe a sigh of relief and check to see if everyone is alright. They then realized their new competitive monkey-man friend was no where to be seen, trapped on the other side and possibly in dire need of aid. [/QUOTE]
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