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<blockquote data-quote="Ipissimus" data-source="post: 3629077" data-attributes="member: 41514"><p>Shae took cover beside the doorway while Jacith moved up to her position just as the three other members of the party hit the treeline. Waving them over, Jacith motioned for them to keep low. Dukar clanked with every step but there were no calls of alarm, the noise of fighting from the town square most likely more immediate for the enemy.</p><p></p><p>"Dukar, ground floor," Jacith ordered, "take Shae and Aaron. Zeladi and I will take upstairs."</p><p></p><p>The cleric sneered at Shae. "I hope you can take orders."</p><p></p><p>"Mostly," Shae smiled pleasantly back.</p><p></p><p>Jacith entered the corridor first, followed by Dukar. Zeladi went next, following Jacith up a thin staircase to the next floor while Dukar watched out for enemies.</p><p></p><p>"You two," Dukar growled, "check the doors as we pass them. I'll keep watch."</p><p></p><p>Moving forward slowly, they fell into a pattern. Aaron would throw open the door, sword at the ready, then stepped back as Shae rushed through. The rooms were nothing, however, just a storage room, a broom closet and spartan bedroom. Three doors later and they reached a turn, the noise of more Goblins reaching their ears, the shouts punctuated by the crash of something heavy against wood.</p><p></p><p>The cleric shushed them both before motioning Shae forward. "Take a peek."</p><p></p><p>Nodding, they changed places. Shae peeked around quickly, ducking back before she could be seen. "At least five. Corridor goes five feet then opens out into a large room with a fireplace and stairwell, probably near the front door. There's also a door in the corridor to our left and another door opposite the corridor. Someone's tied to the chair, I can't see where the noises are coming from.</p><p></p><p>"I go first," Dukar stabbed his gauntleted finger into Shae's chest, "you and pretty-boy clean up."</p><p></p><p>"Would you like some salt with that chip on your shoulder?" Shae asked flippantly as they swapped places again.</p><p></p><p>He grinned maliciously, stroking his flail. "Wait until you can see what Shigail-moroth and I can do."</p><p></p><p>"And here I was thinking you were simply overcompensating for something."</p><p></p><p>Her backhanded insults failed to damage his focus, a murdrous zeal burning in his eyes. Turning the corner, he charged, the awesome weapon held double-handed over his right shoulder. Stepping out behind him a safe distance away, Shae was momentarily stunned at the effect the brute's weapon had on the first Goblin. Descending in a sharp arc, the cruelly hooked head of the flail whipped downward, smearing the Goblin into thick paste, spraying the room with dismembered limbs. The momentum of his charge, however, couldn't be stopped. A backhanded swipe of the flail's handle knocked a second goblin over and the dark priest simply trampled the creature into the floorboards, crushing it's small skull under his boot and spraying brains over the floor.</p><p></p><p>Moving in, Shae discovered a sixth goblin who had been standing out of sight from the corridor who was still staring in awe at the armoured juggernaught. It was a simple matter to snap it's fragile neck with her delicate hands, though her pause prevented Aaron from moving into the room.</p><p></p><p>Still, Dukar seemed unstoppable, dispatching two more goblins with a single sweeping blow, slamming their shattered bodies into the stone fireplace. His move, however, put his back to the last enemy. Both Shae and Aaron shouted a warning as the goblin hefted his spear, shrieking a primal battle cry borne of desperate fear. The spear, however, crunched against the thick armour plates of his back, blunting the soft metal head and snapping the haft in two.</p><p></p><p>Snorting with disgust, Shae stepped forward and ended the humanoid's life with a sharp blow to the head that cracked bone. Kneeling down, she checked the spearhead. "Lead?"</p><p></p><p>"The goblin tribes on the island are savage," Aaron explained, "they try to copy us to differing success. They know nothing of metalwork, so they have a tendancy to hammer anything metallic into an edge. Same with the patchwork leather or hide armour, practically useless."</p><p></p><p>"So what do we have here?" Dukar asked retorically as he approached the captive tied to the chair. The hostage was a gaunt middle-aged man with greying hair who wore white and red robes. The symbol of a cugdel hung around his neck. His hands and feet were tied and he was gagged.</p><p></p><p>A chill ran down Shae's spine when she saw the look in Dukar's eyes. The dark priest was kill-drunk, covered in blood, he paused to lick his gauntlets clean before the aging devotee of St. Cuthbert. "Dukar, Jacith might want to question him."</p><p></p><p>He looked at her without really seeing her, though he was obviously aware his reality was somehow skewed. "Then it's too bad we didn't get here in time," he chuckled, bending over to retrieve one of the goblin's spears, "before the goblins tortured him to death."</p><p></p><p>With a single thrust, he stabbed the captive priest through the stomach just below the rib cage. The victim's scream turned into a gurgle as blood soaked through the gag from the inside. Dukar's eyes glazed over with pleasure as he twisted the haft this way and that, probing for different organs as he levered the wound wide open.</p><p></p><p>Aaron doubled over and retched, hands shaking. Shae watched as he reached into his beltpouch to retrieve a vial of blue liquid. He quickly downed the contents, slumping into the corner of the room as profound waves of bliss took his pain away.</p><p></p><p>When it was finally over, the devotee's corpse slumped forward in the chair, lifeless. "Oh," Dukar sighed happily, "that felt good."</p><p></p><p>Scowling at the waste, Shae turned away from him. Pausing, she lifted one hand into the air. "Shhh, both of you. Do you hear that?"</p><p></p><p>"What?" Dukar asked, still preoccupied with his bloodlust.</p><p></p><p>"The pounding," she whispered, "it's stopped."</p><p></p><p>A moment later, the other door that led deeper into the house burst open and the room was flooded with goblins.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ipissimus, post: 3629077, member: 41514"] Shae took cover beside the doorway while Jacith moved up to her position just as the three other members of the party hit the treeline. Waving them over, Jacith motioned for them to keep low. Dukar clanked with every step but there were no calls of alarm, the noise of fighting from the town square most likely more immediate for the enemy. "Dukar, ground floor," Jacith ordered, "take Shae and Aaron. Zeladi and I will take upstairs." The cleric sneered at Shae. "I hope you can take orders." "Mostly," Shae smiled pleasantly back. Jacith entered the corridor first, followed by Dukar. Zeladi went next, following Jacith up a thin staircase to the next floor while Dukar watched out for enemies. "You two," Dukar growled, "check the doors as we pass them. I'll keep watch." Moving forward slowly, they fell into a pattern. Aaron would throw open the door, sword at the ready, then stepped back as Shae rushed through. The rooms were nothing, however, just a storage room, a broom closet and spartan bedroom. Three doors later and they reached a turn, the noise of more Goblins reaching their ears, the shouts punctuated by the crash of something heavy against wood. The cleric shushed them both before motioning Shae forward. "Take a peek." Nodding, they changed places. Shae peeked around quickly, ducking back before she could be seen. "At least five. Corridor goes five feet then opens out into a large room with a fireplace and stairwell, probably near the front door. There's also a door in the corridor to our left and another door opposite the corridor. Someone's tied to the chair, I can't see where the noises are coming from. "I go first," Dukar stabbed his gauntleted finger into Shae's chest, "you and pretty-boy clean up." "Would you like some salt with that chip on your shoulder?" Shae asked flippantly as they swapped places again. He grinned maliciously, stroking his flail. "Wait until you can see what Shigail-moroth and I can do." "And here I was thinking you were simply overcompensating for something." Her backhanded insults failed to damage his focus, a murdrous zeal burning in his eyes. Turning the corner, he charged, the awesome weapon held double-handed over his right shoulder. Stepping out behind him a safe distance away, Shae was momentarily stunned at the effect the brute's weapon had on the first Goblin. Descending in a sharp arc, the cruelly hooked head of the flail whipped downward, smearing the Goblin into thick paste, spraying the room with dismembered limbs. The momentum of his charge, however, couldn't be stopped. A backhanded swipe of the flail's handle knocked a second goblin over and the dark priest simply trampled the creature into the floorboards, crushing it's small skull under his boot and spraying brains over the floor. Moving in, Shae discovered a sixth goblin who had been standing out of sight from the corridor who was still staring in awe at the armoured juggernaught. It was a simple matter to snap it's fragile neck with her delicate hands, though her pause prevented Aaron from moving into the room. Still, Dukar seemed unstoppable, dispatching two more goblins with a single sweeping blow, slamming their shattered bodies into the stone fireplace. His move, however, put his back to the last enemy. Both Shae and Aaron shouted a warning as the goblin hefted his spear, shrieking a primal battle cry borne of desperate fear. The spear, however, crunched against the thick armour plates of his back, blunting the soft metal head and snapping the haft in two. Snorting with disgust, Shae stepped forward and ended the humanoid's life with a sharp blow to the head that cracked bone. Kneeling down, she checked the spearhead. "Lead?" "The goblin tribes on the island are savage," Aaron explained, "they try to copy us to differing success. They know nothing of metalwork, so they have a tendancy to hammer anything metallic into an edge. Same with the patchwork leather or hide armour, practically useless." "So what do we have here?" Dukar asked retorically as he approached the captive tied to the chair. The hostage was a gaunt middle-aged man with greying hair who wore white and red robes. The symbol of a cugdel hung around his neck. His hands and feet were tied and he was gagged. A chill ran down Shae's spine when she saw the look in Dukar's eyes. The dark priest was kill-drunk, covered in blood, he paused to lick his gauntlets clean before the aging devotee of St. Cuthbert. "Dukar, Jacith might want to question him." He looked at her without really seeing her, though he was obviously aware his reality was somehow skewed. "Then it's too bad we didn't get here in time," he chuckled, bending over to retrieve one of the goblin's spears, "before the goblins tortured him to death." With a single thrust, he stabbed the captive priest through the stomach just below the rib cage. The victim's scream turned into a gurgle as blood soaked through the gag from the inside. Dukar's eyes glazed over with pleasure as he twisted the haft this way and that, probing for different organs as he levered the wound wide open. Aaron doubled over and retched, hands shaking. Shae watched as he reached into his beltpouch to retrieve a vial of blue liquid. He quickly downed the contents, slumping into the corner of the room as profound waves of bliss took his pain away. When it was finally over, the devotee's corpse slumped forward in the chair, lifeless. "Oh," Dukar sighed happily, "that felt good." Scowling at the waste, Shae turned away from him. Pausing, she lifted one hand into the air. "Shhh, both of you. Do you hear that?" "What?" Dukar asked, still preoccupied with his bloodlust. "The pounding," she whispered, "it's stopped." A moment later, the other door that led deeper into the house burst open and the room was flooded with goblins. [/QUOTE]
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