Battle for the Children!
With a cry of rage, Brother He leaps forward to attack. His little legs propel him forward, but the goblins see him coming. The blue one backs away, but the others act like bodyguards, pulling javelins and stepping in front of the blue. The human lad slumps, dead or unconscious, blood streaming from his head.
Using his momentum, Brother He hurls his harpoon forward. It slides through the air and whizzes into the blue goblin, and a dagger from Sandy spins forward and sinks into the blue’s arm. Heck, let’s call him by name; he’s Thimdrul. He croaks an order in goblin at the lackeys, and then screams for more help. There are more goblins further down the long series of open rooms that hear and start to move forward. The bodyguards with him are starting to respond to the halfling assault; one javelin sticks Captain Cavedwarf in the thigh. Roaring “Captain CAVEDWAAAARF!!!”, the dwarven druid rushes in and aims a wild blow at one of the goblins. The small humanoid ducks the huge club and squeals in fear, but he stands his ground.
Brother He is continuing to advance, but since he’s got the harpoon in the enemy, he figures he might as well give it a good yank. Doing this elicits a high-pitched, satisfying scream from Thimdrul, and the blue drops to the ground. The monk and Captain Cavedwarf stand side-by-side, swinging fists, club and kicks at the cadre of goblins before them. Now there are five enemies, and it looks like there are still more coming! Federico is slinging stones at the enemies, yammering a series of derogatory jokes at them, which heartens our heroes; but the numbers opposing them don’t look good. Even as he considers the odds, a goblin shortsword slips past Cavedwarf’s defenses, pricking him in the side. The dwarf feels the blade slide from his ribs and grimaces. His muscles bunch as he swings his shillelaghed greatclub again, and this time there’s a satisfying connection with a goblin head. Blood sprays as the little humanoid drops to the ground like a wet sack of flour. His monk ally lands a kick in the face of another, giving them a few seconds of breathing room, but the other three that just arrived rush in with a flurry of blades and spears, and our heroes are hard-pressed to stave off the assault.
“You can’t even kill a kobold!” Federico howls at the goblins, and lets another sling bullet fly. His self-deprecating humor never fails to bring a smile to the clan- even in times of danger.
The goblins are pressing their attack, but Cavedwarf smashes another one down with an angry bellow. Then a spear deals him another telling wound, and he nearly slips in his own blood. Another of the goblins rushes past the two staunch defenders and aims a blow of his mace at Sandy, who catches it on the shoulder, trying to dodge away. And more goblins are moving in!
Things look ugly, and they only get worse when a pair of goblins springs in to flank Captain Cavedwarf. He parries the first blow with his club, but it’s too big and heavy for him to pivot it to block the other one in time. He staggers with a scream as a spear jabs deep into his back.
Brother He is still putting up a fight, dodging, weaving, spinning, throwing a kick, blocking a club, springing away. He lashes out when he can, but he’s having to expend all his energy just avoiding getting killed! He spares a glance in Sandy’s direction- he and Federico seem to have the one that struck him under control, but that leaves four for Brother He- well, and Cavedwarf, who can barely stand. Things look ugly.
Spak! A sling bullet tags one of the goblins in the head. “That’s right, a kobold’s kicking you ass!” Federico crows, dropping another bullet into the cup of the sling. Spak! Another hit! The goblin drops. His tongue poking out of his grinning mouth, Federico keeps up his steady stream of bullets and jokes.
Brother He finally takes one of the goblins down, and suddenly the heat’s off. There are only two left, and he and Cavedwarf press the attack while Sandy and Federico keep up their missile fire, and soon there’s only one left. The halflings (and company) graciously accept the goblin’s surrender. At first they hope to question him; but it soon turns out that he’s just following orders and pretty stupid even for a goblin. It seems, though, that there was some sort of experiment going on.
The blue goblin, the party’s captive states, wasn’t the chief. “He was, erm, blue. Not chief. Not shaman. Blue.”
Scratching their heads, our heroes let their prisoner go after they determine that he can’t really give them much information. They eye the dragon’s corpse warily; its mouth is propped open by spears, and when they venture too close to it, it gives our heroes headaches. Beyond the dragon is the ledge where the goblins rolled rocks down on our heroes previously; and our heroes find a hidden path promising a slightly easier descent than before. The night sky is brilliant with stars. It looks late- past midnight, surely.
The three kids are all alive, even the lad who got whacked in the head; so our heroes release them and start to lead them home. They’re clearly more than a little traumatized by the experience. The girl is the only one of the three who will actually talk to our heroes. She seems nervous and keeps rubbing at her forehead. “Did they do something to you?” Sandy asks her nervously. Something’s tapping at the back of his mind, some important but overlooked factor...
The girl, Tala, nods. “They put something in me,” she whispers. “There were voices for a while, but then they stopped. I think...” Her voice catches for an instant. “I almost died.”
Sandy turns to the others. In halfling, he says, “Whatever’s been done to these kids, they could be valuable...”
Brother He replies, “Or they could turn into something bad.”
“Point taken.” Sandy frowns. If only he could put his finger on whatever was bothering him...
He stops for a moment. Looks at the night sky.
“How long was I unconscious?” he asks suddenly.
“Huh? Oh, a couple of days,” Captain Cavedwarf grunts.
“What’s the date?” Sandy asks desperately.
“Um, the 13th I think...”
“Oh crap!” Sandy cries. Everyone’s looking at him quizzically. None of them remember. “The deadline!” Sandy goes on. “The witch’s deadline! It’s passed! If she’s right, there’s no one left who can dream!”
Assembling themselves, our heroes quickly begin leading the children down towards Bellhold...
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