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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 4159892" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>Session 2, Part 3</p><p></p><p>Ming wrenched her sword out of the back of the massive, shaggy ape-creature and winced. The thing had hit her hard enough to put dent in the breastplate probably crack a few ribs. It would have to wait.</p><p></p><p>"Half-elf, Harold, get over here," she shouted, sheathing her sword and gripping one of the huge, blood-matted ape's arms. </p><p></p><p>The others positioned themselves around the two giant bodies. "On three, heave. One, two, three!"</p><p></p><p>It took several tries, but eventually the two massive corpses were dragged away and the dwarf's huge, battered shield became visible. Kendrin pushed it aside to reveal the beaten form of the dwarf and knelt, murmuring something in what was probably elvish. At his touch, Ilsa took a shuddering breath and her eyes opened.</p><p></p><p>Satisfied, Ming turned away, surveying the carnage. About a dozen hobgoblins lay strewn about the room - some sort of barracks - and arrows stuck from the walls and the heavy door in a score of places. She wandered over to the door and peered in.</p><p></p><p>Harold stood ransacking a large wooden desk, skimming through bound journals and loose pages covered with goblin-scrawl. He glanced up for a moment, nodded to her, and went back to his search.</p><p></p><p>She had no interest in whatever a hobgoblin felt like writing about - not that she could read it anyway - and so she set to what really interested her.</p><p></p><p>The castoff sack she scavenged was nearly full of ears when the wizard, the hem of his robe aglow, showed up from down a narrow passage to the east with three small figures in tow. The first goblin looked big and oafish - for a goblin anyway. The second had a look of shifty cunning and the third clung to the wizard's robe, eyes huge. Ming sat on the chest of the hobgoblin she had just finished "trimming" and put one hand on her sword hilt.</p><p></p><p>Suniel raised his hand. "These goblins were slaves here. They say there are others, humans, that may be alive."</p><p></p><p>He turned to them, had a brief exchange in goblin, and turned back.</p><p></p><p>"This is Lunt," he said, gesturing to the oafish one. "Stabber" - the shifty one - "and No-tongue."</p><p></p><p>"Captives? Harold said, emerging from the room with a couple leather-bound books and a sheaf of papers under one arm. He pulled out a long knife from his belt and walked menacingly towards the goblins, rasping something out in their tongue. Lunt stared at him dully, cow-like, Stabber took a step back, and No-tongue hid behind Suniel's robes.</p><p></p><p>"They are under my protection, archer," Suniel said, raising his hand to halt Harold. "No need to threaten them."</p><p></p><p>"They'll stab you in your sleep if you trust 'em," Ilsa said, staggering over with one hand on her sword hilt and a grim look in her eye.</p><p></p><p>Suniel turned and looked at her. "That's my problem."</p><p></p><p>"If I see 'em anywhere near where I sleep, I'll split them in half," the dwarf said. "You'd better-"</p><p></p><p>"Enough of this! Tell them to take us to the captives," Harold said.</p><p></p><p>The dwarf grumbled and glared at Harold, but they all followed as the goblins led them down the east passage.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>"Water," Harold demanded as they pulled the last captive from his prison-pit. The half-elf turned and jogged back into the main room where they'd dumped their supplies and Harold turned back to the five ragged-looking men.</p><p></p><p>They all squinted at the light and Harold cast a glance at Suniel. The wizard gestured and the light on his robe winked out, leaving them in total darkness. A second later, the light flared up anew, but on some object mostly shielded by the wizard's hand.</p><p></p><p>"Much obliged," one of the men said, a soldier by the look of his barely-recognizable Northmand tabard.</p><p></p><p>"How long have you been here?" Harold said.</p><p></p><p>"Don't know," the man said. "Every once in a while I'd hear them pull someone up out of one of the other pits, but I don't know what happened to them. I don't think they even meant to use us as slaves, didn't even feed us."</p><p></p><p>"There was an altar covered with blood at the far end of the barracks," Ilsa said. "I think I have a guess for where they took them."</p><p></p><p>Kendrin and Suniel said prayers and the captive's eyes fell.</p><p></p><p>"Don't worry about that," Harold said. "The hobgoblins that did it are all dead now."</p><p></p><p>The soldier nodded and his eyes brightened noticeably as Kendrin came back with two bulging waterskins and a few loaves of bread. Four of the captives ate and drank greedily and Suniel helped the fifth who was too injured to do so himself.</p><p></p><p>"Did you see how many there were?" Harold said as the soldier tore into a loaf.</p><p></p><p>The man shook his head, swallowed, and took another huge gulp of water. </p><p></p><p>"We were escorting a wagon-load of ore back from the mines when they hit us, probably a score of them. We weren't expecting a thing." He gestured at the other four men. "Those three are miners, the other I don't know. He wasn't with us."</p><p></p><p>Suniel looked up from where he was helping the other man sip from a waterskin. "He says he's a fisherman, was taken a few days ago."</p><p></p><p>Something clicked in Harold's mind, piecing together something the soldier had just said with one of the reports he had skimmed with the battle they had just fought. "Wait, a score? We killed maybe fifteen - at the most."</p><p></p><p>There was a long moment of silence as they exchanged glances. Then, somewhere back in the compound, they heard a shout.</p><p></p><p>Quickly and quietly, they gathered their weapons and made their way back through the compound.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>"What took so long?" a voice called down from above in hobgoblin.</p><p></p><p>Suniel opened his mouth to say something, but Harold spoke first again. "Who goes there?"</p><p></p><p>There was a long pause from above and Suniel glanced at Harold. Harold reached down and clicked the latch on the fur-covered trap door and grinned back at Suniel.</p><p></p><p>"Who is that?" a different voice called down.</p><p></p><p>"I'm one of the new ones," Harold called back. "Come on down."</p><p></p><p>There was another pause, then, "I hate jumping down, raise the ladder."</p><p></p><p>As Harold and Suniel looked around, the others stared at them with questioning expressions. Suniel spotted it first and motioned for Ming to grab it. She stared at the ladder blankly for a moment, then reached into the nook where it was tucked away and pulled it out.</p><p></p><p>It took a moment for her to figure out how it extended - a feature that Suniel came closer to examine. Finally, she figured it out, clicked the latch again on the trapdoor, and set the ladder up on it.</p><p></p><p>"Thanks," a voice called down from above. There was another long pause.</p><p></p><p>"What's going on?" Ilsa hissed. "What are we waiting for?"</p><p></p><p>"They think we're hobgoblins," Harold said. "Wait until the first one comes down, then we'll get him."</p><p></p><p>"I'm not so sure that-" Suniel said, but before he could finish, the dwarf slung her tower shield onto her back and launched up the ladder.</p><p></p><p>"Wait!" Harold said, as he lunged to grab her and missed. "Damn!"</p><p></p><p>Ming grabbed onto the ladder and looked up, just as there was a thudding sound and a grunt from above and she leapt out of the way.</p><p></p><p>Ilsa's body hit the furs with a thud, three arrows sticking out of her armor and more from her shield.</p><p></p><p>As Kendrin knelt to minister to her, Ming vaulted up the ladder. Harold cursed again, then began climbing after her, bow in hand.</p><p></p><p>With a long sigh and a quick chant, Suniel obscured himself from sight and followed.</p><p></p><p>Above him Ming and Harold sprung clear of the shaft, arrows whizzing past them from all directions. Suniel followed a moment later.</p><p></p><p>By the time he was out, Ming was half-surrounded by four hobgoblins, though one already lay bloody in the dirt. Nearby, Harold snarled and broke off the arrow-shaft sticking from his side and loosed another arrow, sending a hobgoblin archer rolling down the hill. Half-a-dozen more loosed arrows at him from the surrounding rocks. Arrows thudded into the dirt all around.</p><p></p><p>Suniel ducked low to avoid stray arrows and ran to some nearby rocks. He turned back in time to see Kendrin leap out of the hole and run to the again-bloodied Ming's side. A moment later Ilsa followed, arrows still sticking from her shield and armor. Harold rolled aside as more arrows flew past, came up shooting, and dropped two more archers.</p><p></p><p>Ming roared and headbutted a big one with stubs for ears as his sword came down on her shoulder. The hobgoblin staggered back and took a mace in the knee from Kendrin.</p><p></p><p>Suniel picked a target, uttered a quick spell, and a fiery explosion slammed one of the archers back against the rusty rocks.</p><p></p><p>A few moments later it was over. A dozen hobgoblins lay sprawled in the red dirt, their blood mingling with the blood that ran from his companion's many wounds.</p><p></p><p>Harold removed an arrow with a wince and quickly downed a potion while Kendrin chanted a minor prayer of mending on Ming. Ming probed the wound on her shoulder, winced, whipped out a long dagger and set to hacking off ears with ferocity.</p><p></p><p>Suniel let out a long-held breath and whispered a prayer of forgiveness for the lives he had taken. <em>As if this one matters compared to all the other corpses that litter my past</em>, he thought. <em>Gods, forgive me.</em></p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>The human village was strange but comforting in its own way. Nothing like the massive cave-sprawl of Wyrmsrule with its shining golden light, but pleasant none-the-less. Ilsa winced and touched her collarbone gingerly. Kendrin swore he would do what he could tomorrow, for he had already used more magic today than he had since his trial and vows, but Ilsa had pestered him the whole journey anyway.</p><p></p><p>They stopped at what probably passed for a barracks here. <em>Not even stone</em>, she thought. <em>Looks fairly sturdy, but still...</em> </p><p></p><p>Suniel led the three goblins and the five survivors into the village, one leaning heavily on the others for support. An older, bald human with a spear met them all at the door to the barracks. </p><p></p><p>"Laris in?" Ming said, dropping a blood-soaked bag into the man's hands.</p><p></p><p>The man took it gingerly and handed it to the young blond-haired human who came out.</p><p></p><p>"Here ya go Laris," the older man said. "They brought a present for ya."</p><p></p><p>To his credit, Laris didn't flinch as he opened the bag and even had a half-smile on his face when he looked up. "I sure hope these came from hobgoblins. If not, we might have to talk."</p><p></p><p>"Should be obvious where they came from," Ming said. "They're not nearly as nice and clean as yours."</p><p></p><p>She reached out a hand towards his head and Laris stepped back quickly.</p><p></p><p>Harold stepped between them and extended the books and sheafs of papers from the outpost. "A gift from your friends in the Crystal Towers."</p><p></p><p>"And your friends who don't give a rat's ass about the Crystal Towers," Ming added, drawing a glare from Harold.</p><p></p><p>Laris set down the bag of ears and took the documents with a questioning look. He skimmed them for a moment, then looked up, his eyes hard. "This needs to go to the High Council."</p><p></p><p>"Why?" Ilsa said. "Harold hid them away and wouldn't say anything about them the whole way back."</p><p></p><p>Laris turned to her and raised the documents. "These say these raids are just the beginning. Where did you get these?"</p><p></p><p>"From the outpost we wiped out," Ming said offhandedly as she loosened the straps on her breastplate.</p><p></p><p>Laris stared at her for a moment, his gaze wandered over their wounds, then to the bag of ears. "I'll be sure to mention your heroics when I report to Captain Donnolan. You have the thanks of Northmand."</p><p></p><p>"It was nothing, the Crystal Towers-" Harold began, but Ming stepped forward and pinched Laris's cheek.</p><p></p><p>"Anything for you cutie," she said, slapping him on the butt as he stepped quickly away again. "Oh, could we get the bounty now?"</p><p></p><p>"Uh, I'll have the Sergeant get that to you as, uh, soon as possible," Laris said, quickly putting a desk between him and Ming.</p><p></p><p>The old soldier bent to collect the ears and sighed. Ilsa heard him mutter, "of course he will, the Sergeant has nothing better to do than count bloody hobgoblin ears."</p><p></p><p>"One of them was already missing his ears," Ilsa said as the Sergeant stood stood. He stopped and stared at her. "Ming took his tongue and a finger instead. Does that count?"</p><p></p><p>The Sergeant sighed and walked into the barracks.</p><p></p><p>"I really need a drink," Ming said, turning towards what appeared to be the largest building in town.</p><p></p><p>Ilsa grinned and jogged to Ming's side. "Could use a good dwarven dinner myself."</p><p></p><p>Ming glanced down at her. "Don't know if they have dwarvish food here. What do dwarves even do for food?"</p><p></p><p>Ilsa winked back. "Drink."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 4159892, member: 60965"] Session 2, Part 3 Ming wrenched her sword out of the back of the massive, shaggy ape-creature and winced. The thing had hit her hard enough to put dent in the breastplate probably crack a few ribs. It would have to wait. "Half-elf, Harold, get over here," she shouted, sheathing her sword and gripping one of the huge, blood-matted ape's arms. The others positioned themselves around the two giant bodies. "On three, heave. One, two, three!" It took several tries, but eventually the two massive corpses were dragged away and the dwarf's huge, battered shield became visible. Kendrin pushed it aside to reveal the beaten form of the dwarf and knelt, murmuring something in what was probably elvish. At his touch, Ilsa took a shuddering breath and her eyes opened. Satisfied, Ming turned away, surveying the carnage. About a dozen hobgoblins lay strewn about the room - some sort of barracks - and arrows stuck from the walls and the heavy door in a score of places. She wandered over to the door and peered in. Harold stood ransacking a large wooden desk, skimming through bound journals and loose pages covered with goblin-scrawl. He glanced up for a moment, nodded to her, and went back to his search. She had no interest in whatever a hobgoblin felt like writing about - not that she could read it anyway - and so she set to what really interested her. The castoff sack she scavenged was nearly full of ears when the wizard, the hem of his robe aglow, showed up from down a narrow passage to the east with three small figures in tow. The first goblin looked big and oafish - for a goblin anyway. The second had a look of shifty cunning and the third clung to the wizard's robe, eyes huge. Ming sat on the chest of the hobgoblin she had just finished "trimming" and put one hand on her sword hilt. Suniel raised his hand. "These goblins were slaves here. They say there are others, humans, that may be alive." He turned to them, had a brief exchange in goblin, and turned back. "This is Lunt," he said, gesturing to the oafish one. "Stabber" - the shifty one - "and No-tongue." "Captives? Harold said, emerging from the room with a couple leather-bound books and a sheaf of papers under one arm. He pulled out a long knife from his belt and walked menacingly towards the goblins, rasping something out in their tongue. Lunt stared at him dully, cow-like, Stabber took a step back, and No-tongue hid behind Suniel's robes. "They are under my protection, archer," Suniel said, raising his hand to halt Harold. "No need to threaten them." "They'll stab you in your sleep if you trust 'em," Ilsa said, staggering over with one hand on her sword hilt and a grim look in her eye. Suniel turned and looked at her. "That's my problem." "If I see 'em anywhere near where I sleep, I'll split them in half," the dwarf said. "You'd better-" "Enough of this! Tell them to take us to the captives," Harold said. The dwarf grumbled and glared at Harold, but they all followed as the goblins led them down the east passage. *** "Water," Harold demanded as they pulled the last captive from his prison-pit. The half-elf turned and jogged back into the main room where they'd dumped their supplies and Harold turned back to the five ragged-looking men. They all squinted at the light and Harold cast a glance at Suniel. The wizard gestured and the light on his robe winked out, leaving them in total darkness. A second later, the light flared up anew, but on some object mostly shielded by the wizard's hand. "Much obliged," one of the men said, a soldier by the look of his barely-recognizable Northmand tabard. "How long have you been here?" Harold said. "Don't know," the man said. "Every once in a while I'd hear them pull someone up out of one of the other pits, but I don't know what happened to them. I don't think they even meant to use us as slaves, didn't even feed us." "There was an altar covered with blood at the far end of the barracks," Ilsa said. "I think I have a guess for where they took them." Kendrin and Suniel said prayers and the captive's eyes fell. "Don't worry about that," Harold said. "The hobgoblins that did it are all dead now." The soldier nodded and his eyes brightened noticeably as Kendrin came back with two bulging waterskins and a few loaves of bread. Four of the captives ate and drank greedily and Suniel helped the fifth who was too injured to do so himself. "Did you see how many there were?" Harold said as the soldier tore into a loaf. The man shook his head, swallowed, and took another huge gulp of water. "We were escorting a wagon-load of ore back from the mines when they hit us, probably a score of them. We weren't expecting a thing." He gestured at the other four men. "Those three are miners, the other I don't know. He wasn't with us." Suniel looked up from where he was helping the other man sip from a waterskin. "He says he's a fisherman, was taken a few days ago." Something clicked in Harold's mind, piecing together something the soldier had just said with one of the reports he had skimmed with the battle they had just fought. "Wait, a score? We killed maybe fifteen - at the most." There was a long moment of silence as they exchanged glances. Then, somewhere back in the compound, they heard a shout. Quickly and quietly, they gathered their weapons and made their way back through the compound. *** "What took so long?" a voice called down from above in hobgoblin. Suniel opened his mouth to say something, but Harold spoke first again. "Who goes there?" There was a long pause from above and Suniel glanced at Harold. Harold reached down and clicked the latch on the fur-covered trap door and grinned back at Suniel. "Who is that?" a different voice called down. "I'm one of the new ones," Harold called back. "Come on down." There was another pause, then, "I hate jumping down, raise the ladder." As Harold and Suniel looked around, the others stared at them with questioning expressions. Suniel spotted it first and motioned for Ming to grab it. She stared at the ladder blankly for a moment, then reached into the nook where it was tucked away and pulled it out. It took a moment for her to figure out how it extended - a feature that Suniel came closer to examine. Finally, she figured it out, clicked the latch again on the trapdoor, and set the ladder up on it. "Thanks," a voice called down from above. There was another long pause. "What's going on?" Ilsa hissed. "What are we waiting for?" "They think we're hobgoblins," Harold said. "Wait until the first one comes down, then we'll get him." "I'm not so sure that-" Suniel said, but before he could finish, the dwarf slung her tower shield onto her back and launched up the ladder. "Wait!" Harold said, as he lunged to grab her and missed. "Damn!" Ming grabbed onto the ladder and looked up, just as there was a thudding sound and a grunt from above and she leapt out of the way. Ilsa's body hit the furs with a thud, three arrows sticking out of her armor and more from her shield. As Kendrin knelt to minister to her, Ming vaulted up the ladder. Harold cursed again, then began climbing after her, bow in hand. With a long sigh and a quick chant, Suniel obscured himself from sight and followed. Above him Ming and Harold sprung clear of the shaft, arrows whizzing past them from all directions. Suniel followed a moment later. By the time he was out, Ming was half-surrounded by four hobgoblins, though one already lay bloody in the dirt. Nearby, Harold snarled and broke off the arrow-shaft sticking from his side and loosed another arrow, sending a hobgoblin archer rolling down the hill. Half-a-dozen more loosed arrows at him from the surrounding rocks. Arrows thudded into the dirt all around. Suniel ducked low to avoid stray arrows and ran to some nearby rocks. He turned back in time to see Kendrin leap out of the hole and run to the again-bloodied Ming's side. A moment later Ilsa followed, arrows still sticking from her shield and armor. Harold rolled aside as more arrows flew past, came up shooting, and dropped two more archers. Ming roared and headbutted a big one with stubs for ears as his sword came down on her shoulder. The hobgoblin staggered back and took a mace in the knee from Kendrin. Suniel picked a target, uttered a quick spell, and a fiery explosion slammed one of the archers back against the rusty rocks. A few moments later it was over. A dozen hobgoblins lay sprawled in the red dirt, their blood mingling with the blood that ran from his companion's many wounds. Harold removed an arrow with a wince and quickly downed a potion while Kendrin chanted a minor prayer of mending on Ming. Ming probed the wound on her shoulder, winced, whipped out a long dagger and set to hacking off ears with ferocity. Suniel let out a long-held breath and whispered a prayer of forgiveness for the lives he had taken. [I]As if this one matters compared to all the other corpses that litter my past[/I], he thought. [I]Gods, forgive me.[/I] *** The human village was strange but comforting in its own way. Nothing like the massive cave-sprawl of Wyrmsrule with its shining golden light, but pleasant none-the-less. Ilsa winced and touched her collarbone gingerly. Kendrin swore he would do what he could tomorrow, for he had already used more magic today than he had since his trial and vows, but Ilsa had pestered him the whole journey anyway. They stopped at what probably passed for a barracks here. [I]Not even stone[/I], she thought. [I]Looks fairly sturdy, but still...[/I] Suniel led the three goblins and the five survivors into the village, one leaning heavily on the others for support. An older, bald human with a spear met them all at the door to the barracks. "Laris in?" Ming said, dropping a blood-soaked bag into the man's hands. The man took it gingerly and handed it to the young blond-haired human who came out. "Here ya go Laris," the older man said. "They brought a present for ya." To his credit, Laris didn't flinch as he opened the bag and even had a half-smile on his face when he looked up. "I sure hope these came from hobgoblins. If not, we might have to talk." "Should be obvious where they came from," Ming said. "They're not nearly as nice and clean as yours." She reached out a hand towards his head and Laris stepped back quickly. Harold stepped between them and extended the books and sheafs of papers from the outpost. "A gift from your friends in the Crystal Towers." "And your friends who don't give a rat's ass about the Crystal Towers," Ming added, drawing a glare from Harold. Laris set down the bag of ears and took the documents with a questioning look. He skimmed them for a moment, then looked up, his eyes hard. "This needs to go to the High Council." "Why?" Ilsa said. "Harold hid them away and wouldn't say anything about them the whole way back." Laris turned to her and raised the documents. "These say these raids are just the beginning. Where did you get these?" "From the outpost we wiped out," Ming said offhandedly as she loosened the straps on her breastplate. Laris stared at her for a moment, his gaze wandered over their wounds, then to the bag of ears. "I'll be sure to mention your heroics when I report to Captain Donnolan. You have the thanks of Northmand." "It was nothing, the Crystal Towers-" Harold began, but Ming stepped forward and pinched Laris's cheek. "Anything for you cutie," she said, slapping him on the butt as he stepped quickly away again. "Oh, could we get the bounty now?" "Uh, I'll have the Sergeant get that to you as, uh, soon as possible," Laris said, quickly putting a desk between him and Ming. The old soldier bent to collect the ears and sighed. Ilsa heard him mutter, "of course he will, the Sergeant has nothing better to do than count bloody hobgoblin ears." "One of them was already missing his ears," Ilsa said as the Sergeant stood stood. He stopped and stared at her. "Ming took his tongue and a finger instead. Does that count?" The Sergeant sighed and walked into the barracks. "I really need a drink," Ming said, turning towards what appeared to be the largest building in town. Ilsa grinned and jogged to Ming's side. "Could use a good dwarven dinner myself." Ming glanced down at her. "Don't know if they have dwarvish food here. What do dwarves even do for food?" Ilsa winked back. "Drink." [/QUOTE]
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