Causticus save: 16+?= success.
The goblinoids roughly strip the adventurers of their weapons. The continue, stripping them of armor and equipment as well. All gear is carefully placed in two long, reinforced black chests, which are subsequently locked by a key in the Viscount's pocket. Nurlan is ordered to stop all singing. Resistance from the party is minimal, as jagged blades are held close to the vital areas of their already-captured companions.
"Wimpell Frump! Show yourself!" Shouts Causticus.
Shortly, the old man appears, looking nervous and obsequious towards the Viscount. He glances at the party but won't meet anyone's eye.
"A wispering wind spell in the guise of talking in your sleep. You have not dissapointed me, Frump. You have made this capture much easier." says the Viscount.
"Thank you, my lord. I do try to earn my pay. Ehm, when can I collect my pay, sir?"
"All in good time, wizard. Accompany me back to town, and we will discuss your employment further."
The Dragon lands and sits close, watching the proceedings. It speaks to Causticus in Draconic.
Draconic[sblock]"These will do well." says the Dragon.
"Yes" says Causticus, deferentially.
"The hatchlings will enjoy their sport. They must practice hunting from birth, or will turn on each other. You have done well, my son."
Causticus bows low. "Yes, mother."[/sblock]
The party is then shackled by the wrists and led over the ridge towards a small walled town.
As they walk, the ground suddenly trembles. several goblins stumble. and glance around nervously. A puff of black smoke emerges from the top of the volcano.
I'll pause here to allow for PC actions, if desired.