The Drow War Book One - Chillhame

Kyalia

“Home... yes!”

Turning to the rest of the party, Kyalia says while pointing to Enthalus' unconscious body: “We will have to carry him as well as the children. I don't have the means to get him out of the unconsciousness until tomorrow, so unless one of you does, there's little else we can do. We should leave now, quickly.”

The elven cleric then turns into the direction, where the hobgoblins had fled, and shouts: “Hobgoblins! Get your children! We have what we came for. We have no business with you. We only came to bring the human children into safety. We are departing now.”

“Let's go back!”
 

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Laurel adds, "There are more hobgoblins above. Let us rescue the hobgoblin children too. Otherwise, they may drown. For all we know, the hobgoblins that fled are already dead."
 

Saxon struggles to move. It was nigh-impossible in his current state. He grunts and lifts his arms a little, shaping some energy and letting it flow back through him. More of the healing warmth he had felt not long ago, but more of it, and with a slightly different feel to it.

[ooc: Cure Lgt. Wounds on self.]
 

Endur said:
Laurel adds, "There are more hobgoblins above. Let us rescue the hobgoblin children too. Otherwise, they may drown. For all we know, the hobgoblins that fled are already dead."
There is a thunderous sound coming from deeper in the mines, then bloodcurdling screams that make the children wince, human and hobgoblin alike. A low wave of water rushes past the party, and Mzarem seems on edge.
 


Saxon gets to his feet finally, placing a reassuring hand upon Mzarem's head.

"Then hurry we shall," he said with a cross between a grimace and a smile.

Saxon whispers something to the big wolf then brings the hobgoblin children over to him, clasping their hands onto Mzarem's thick fur.

"Mzarem should be able to do most of the swimming for them," he says, as he slings one of Enthalus' arms over his shoulder and starts moving the unconcious elf back towards the elevator.
 



The heroes get the children to safety, and find the Miller and his boys waiting for them, though the obvious look of surprise on their faces is quickly covered by the fact that the heroes look battered and bloody. The Miller grins with rain pouring down, “Looks like you elves had a tussle down there? But you found the children… and whatever those wretched creatures are,” he says pointing to the hobgoblins.

“I trust you didn’t find anything too interesting,” he jokes.
 

"We did stumble over something that seemed out of place, but no, pretty standard butchering and retrieval job," Saxon replies, tired and slightly bloodied, [elven]"Should we enquire in that nearby hobgoblin camp whether any of these belong to them? I wouldn't suggest directly asking them if they lost a few children, just asking them whether they're missing anyone after the recent tussle would ensure the little ones' safety. Hate to hand over the wrong children to a disgruntled group of hobgoblins."[/elven]

After successfully rescuing the children Saxon's suspicions of the Miller and his goons subside, but he is still finds them a lingering threat.
 
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