M2: The Search for Goblin HQ

The party crosses the courtyard w/o incident. The moathouse has become eerily quiet. The party does notice arrow slits on the walls of the enclosed parts of the moathouse. If these areas were occupied by goblins, the party would be easy prey. But no sounds or arrows emerge.

The door to the tower from the courtyard is closed, but looking closer, it is in very poor shape. It would probably be pretty easy to break.
 

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Charlarn of Phyrah: Male human cleric 2

Charlarn load and aims his crossbow at the door. He waits for everyone else to get ready. "Tor, break down the door, please."
 

Somac: Male Human Bbn1

Somac's stomach rumbles a bit at the sight of the goats and garden vegetables.

Hmm... perhaps some stew when we have finished with these goblins...

Then Somac's mind returns to his lost companion, and his thoughts darken. However, he is happy to be following a leader wiser than himself. Taking up a position close to the door, but out of the way of anyone in the party using a bow, Somac shifts his grip on his sword.
 
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Tower

Tor pushes open the door, (I assume). Inside is a round room, about 20 feet in diameter. Three sets of bunk beds, unmade and filthy line one side. A table with food scaps is in the center. A stairway spirals up the other side.

Next, two things happen about the same time. From upstairs, the party hears a squeel, followed by a bang, as though a door were being shoved open or closed.

Downstairs, a neatly dressed dwarf peeks his head out from behind the stairs. He smiles somewhat timidly. "Greetings" he says softly.
 

Having pushed open the door, Tor steps inside and out of the way of any of his companions who wish to enter behind him.

"Who might you be, and how do you come to be among these goblins? And have you seen any others pass this way?"
 

Thain

"I am Thain Ironhammer. I am a smith. I do some work for the goblins. Not much choice in the matter. Don't get me wrong, can work for you too! I do good work. I have a little shop there," he points vaguely north, dropping the hammer he was holding. It was more of a smith's hammer than a warhammer.

"Are you looking for that goblin? He's run up onto the wall. Likely try to escape over the moat. Have you killed the bugbear yet? How 'bout the cleric?"
 

Tenebrynn follows the others through the courtyard. Happy to let Tor, Charlarn and Ashnar lead, he remains near the back to care for Nurlan. As they near the tower he maintains a watchful eye around the rest of the compound paying particular attention to the far walls to the north. With one hand on his staff, the other rests against the folded scroll at his waist, ready to launch another missile at any goblin that dares poke it's head out. I really must make more of these when I have the chance. They certainly have come in handy. He thinks to himself. A little lost in thought he jumps with a start to hear the sound of a foreign dwarf's voice issuing from the tower. He had not expected that.
 

Charlarn of Phyrah: Male human cleric 2

Manzanita said:
"I am Thain Ironhammer. I am a smith. I do some work for the goblins. Not much choice in the matter. Don't get me wrong, can work for you too! I do good work. I have a little shop there," he points vaguely north, dropping the hammer he was holding. It was more of a smith's hammer than a warhammer.
Charlarn lowers his crossbow and enters the tower. "Greetings, fellow traveler. Are the goblins holding you prisoner? We've killed a lot of them, so you're free now.
Manzanita said:
"Are you looking for that goblin? He's run up onto the wall. Likely try to escape over the moat. Have you killed the bugbear yet? How 'bout the cleric?"
"What cleric? I don't remember seeing one. What else can you tell us about this place?"
 

"Are you sure only a goblin came this way? We're looking for a halfling."

Tor does his best to stay sharp and alert. Even if the dwarf is harmless, the goblins may be organizing a counterstrike at this very moment.
 

Nurlan, a little dismayed at how openly his friends are talking to someone who has acknowledged working for the enemy, tries to decide if the dwarf really is as neutral as he claims. (Sense Motive untrained, only +0 alas.) If he gets either good vibes or no vibes at all, he will ask, "Please, good sir, how large is the garrison at this fortress? And are there larger forces nearby?"
 

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