Session One, Act Three: A Book of Names
“Quickly!” Wieland ordered as he pulled a small metal lever behind his workbench, revealing a secret passage along the back wall of room. “This way. Go on you three. I will stay for as long as I can to secure the door behind you.”
Grimm looked over at the small entrance to the secret passage with suspicion. How did he know he could trust this 'Wieland'? He would have to hunch over if he was to fit through the small opening, and Grimm didn't much care for the idea of running and hiding. However, with Azazel and Elwin already heading through the secret door and the sound of the raving Goblin chatter coming from the next room, Grimm quickly followed up behind them, grumbling beneath his breath as he cursed his luck and situation. How did he end up tagging along with a strange mannered Wood Elf and a pick pocketing thief?
Tightening his grip on his great sword, Grimm found himself wishing he was still comfortably sat in the Tavern with a frothing pint of ale in his hand and a woman at his arm. Such is the life of an adventurer. There came a loud crash as the Goblins broke through the wooden door to Wieland's study just behind them. Looking over his shoulder, Grimm saw Wieland pulling at second leaver which opened another passage on the ground just below his workbench. Not wishing to stay and make the Goblin's acquaintance, Wieland scurried into the small opening and pulled it shut behind him.
Grimm Skull, Azazel Tuts & Elwin Treewalker
As Azazel led the way, the passage opened up into a much wider and dimly lit stone hallway that stretched out ahead of them before coming to a sharp turn. Hearing the footsteps of their pursuers just behind them, Azazel lead Grimm and Elwin around the corner where he began readying his crossbow.
“There is nothing for it.” Azazel whispered, looking over at his companions. “They are right on top of us.”
“Yes.” Grimm grunted as he glared accusingly down at Azazel. “Your cowardly friend just left the door open behind us so he could save his own skin.”
They could now hear the clanking sound of the Goblin's armor coming up around the corner, merely seconds away from them. “Well...” Azazel said with a small shrug of his shoulders as he checked the sights on his crossbow. “I can't really say that I blame him.”
Behind them, Elwin began clutching a handmade leather necklace in his hands as if he were praying. Grimm pressed himself against the wall with his great sword readied in front of him as he peered slowly around the corner. Narrowing his eyes, Grimm could feel the adrenaline start to surge through his veins as he saw a group of four poorly equipped Goblins no less than a dozen feet from his blade's thirsting reach.
Staring intently at his target, Grimm let out a thunderous roar as he quickly turned the corner and began charging toward the nearest unsuspecting Goblin. Screaming in horror, the Goblin had less than a second to look upon the face and furious dark black eyes of his attacker before Grimm's blade severed his head and his small lifeless body fell to the floor. Then, taking only a moment to glance down at their dead companion in shock, the Goblins quickly sprang into action. Their yellow and orange eyes glowed in the dim hallway like a pack of wild predators.
Goblins!
The strength and weight of Grimm's broad swing had left him open, and as he parried the spiked wooden club of the Goblin to his left on the back swing, the goblin to his right stabbed deeply into his thigh with a stone tipped spear. Seeing the opening, the third Goblin moved in to strike at the clumsy Half Orc, but was sent spinning abruptly to the ground in a lifeless heap as Azazel's crossbow bolt caught him just beneath his ear.
As Azazel began reloading, he glanced over his shoulder to see a bring green light erupting from Elwin's hands, where a large brown wolf suddenly materialized in front of him, charging in full stride toward the Goblins around the corner. The spear wielding goblin was gritting its gnarled yellow teeth with wild ferocity as it dug the spiked tip of its small spear deeper into Grimm's leg, when the wolf pounced on top of him and began wrestling him to the floor.
Pulling the spear from his leg with a grunt, Grimm kicked the remaining Goblin to his left down to the floor and plunged the large tip of his blade into its screaming mouth, pinning it to the floor. Not far behind, Elwin heard another group of Goblins moving up the stairs behind them.
“Look out!” Elwin shouted as he turned around with his quarterstaff at the ready. “Here comes more of them.”
Elwin's wolf quickly ran to his master's side, but as Grimm turned to move back around the corner, a Goblin arrow caught him dead in the shoulder. With rage boiling up in him like a storm at sea, Grimm turned and charged recklessly toward the Goblin just beside the secret entrance to Wieland's study while Azazel and Elwin tried to hold off the Goblins around the corner.
Elwin's wolf
Azazel dodged a stabbing spear that was aimed for his head while attempting to slash with his dagger, but was caught off guard by a spiked club that struck him solidly on his side. As Elwin and his wolf stepped in front of the spear wielding goblin, Azazel turned his attention toward the jabbering goblin who had managed to land a hit on him with his makeshift club. Azazel danced backwards as he dodged the Goblin's reckless attacks, and when the wretched creature finally struck low, Azazel jumped up into the air and flipped over the Goblin's head. As he came around on the flip, with his feet up toward the ceiling and the Goblin's face clearly in view, Azazel threw out his blade. When he landed, Azazel looked over his shoulder to see the goblin fall over toward him with his dagger embedded in its forehead.
As his wolf pulled the spear wielding Goblin off his feet with a skilled bite at the creature's ankles, Azazel noticed that Elwin was clutching a deep wound on his leg and was gushing blood at an alarming rate. But when the Goblin landed on his back as the large brown wolf continued to tear mercilessly at its ankles, Elwin came down with a finishing blow from his quarterstaff that put the screaming creature out of its misery.
“Are you alright?” Azazel asked as he looked down at Elwin's leg, while still clutching the wound on his side.
“I will be fine.” Elwin nodded as he placed his hand over the wound and a green light began to slowly grow from beneath it. When the Elf moved his hand away from his leg, Azazel noticed that the wound had suddenly disappeared, leaving only bloodied remnants on his robe.
“So I see.” Azazel said with a small nod, trying not to let the pain from his own wound show in his face.
Grimm came from around the corner, looking first at the dead goblins on the ground and then over at his companions. His leg was still bleeding from where the Goblin had stabbed him, but he hardly seemed to notice it as he turned to snap off the wooden length of the arrow still stuck in his shoulder.
“Well, it looks like you two were able to handle things on your own.” Grimm grunted, looking down at the black Goblin blood still dripping off his blade.
Death by dice.
“Sure, no thanks to you.” Azazel said jokingly as he looked up at the Half Orc with a side smile. As he bent down, Azazel gave a firm tug on his dagger and pulled it free from the Goblin's forehead. “I think we can safely say that we aren't the only ones interested in that book. But I doubt it was any of these witless creatures that was looking for it. Someone must be pulling their strings.”
“But who?” Elwin asked calmly, looking down at the Goblins.
“Doesn't matter right now.” Grimm said plainly. “Right now, we need to get out of here.”
“So soon?” Azazel asked slyly. “And miss such a rare opportunity?”
Grimm looked impatiently down at the skinny little Halfling. “What are you talking about?”
“Well... Wieland has always been renowned as a fanatical collector and dealer of rare treasures, you see. And like you yourself have so observantly pointed out...” Azazel said with a smile as he looked back towards Wieland's study. “He did leave the door open.”
-ZwiAn
To be continued...
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