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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Grim" data-source="post: 442596" data-attributes="member: 132">Half the party suddenly gone, the others can do nothing but continue. Anna, the ever watchful ranger, immediately finds the path the goblins used to get to the road. It is worn well with use. These ambushes must have been frequent.“Lets move out! The longer we wait the more we have to explain to Lord North!” she yells to the group, who are still chattering about half the members sudden disappearance.The wolf-mage looks up. “Not yet, half-elf. I must… question the prisoners.” He smiles toothily as he speaks of the two goblins they from the ambush.Anna draws her bow, and before Lynx can stop her, shoots the goblins dead. “No time. We already know what we seek, their ‘Father.’ Let’s move.”Stunned by the rangers actions, the group hustles to break camp. They set off into the dark, forbidding woods. The path is clear to the eye, but the going is slow. Branches snag at clothing, rocks litter the trail, tripping more than one of the band. The cleric is especially troubled. Although the woodland is her home, her heavy armor poses problems to her mobility. And the bard, whose soft feet are used to the carpeted floors of the court, is having no less trouble. But Anna is a skillful guide. Silent when others rumble through the undergrowth, suddenly there to catch them when they fall. As the land grows steeper, the sun rises, peaks, and begins to fall. About dusk, the ranger brings the group to a halt. “We are entering the Border Hills. The goblins are close. Now is the time for stealth. The enemy,” she says, a ragged hatred filling her voice, “is close.” The wolf-man smiles. “I know. I can smell them.” Taana smiles too. “Me help kill goblins, then me get gold?” The bard turns to her. “Yes, scum. Kill and take, that is how your people do it, is it not?” Before Taana can even begin to get angry at the puny elf, Anna steps in her way. “There will be no bickering while the enemy is afoot. Let’s move, before I move you.” Taana grunts. “There be lots many elvenkin in dis party. No like. Me hurt if me no get paid.” The march continues.At the top of the hill, fifty feet below the summit, the ground levels off and there hill yawns open into a cave. Beyond a few feet, the Anna, only half elven, and lacking their keen night vision, can see nothing. But the rest of the party, each gifted to some degree with night vision, can see that the cave streaches back a good thirty feet and then opens up into a large room.They can also see the crouching form of a female goblin dressed in ratty robes of deep purple. She spots them as soon as they see her. Her hands move in a fluid, calming pattern. Lynx and Taana both feel magical hands lull them into sleep, but overcome the deep feelings of fatigue immediately. Taana roars. “Magic BAD! Now little goblin DIE!” As she runs towards the goblin cleric, she draws her greatsword. Flying into a rage, she springs at the cleric. Burning blood coursing through her thick veins into her bulging muscles, she swings her sword around the side, up overhead, and down into the goblin, slicing it in two. Blood flies everywhere as the cleric’s body slumps to the floor.To be continued...</blockquote>

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