Lorien Moonshadow’s Battle Log
This will be quite a fight!
Approaching the gates of the hobgoblin slavers I sent two of the defenders into a gentle slumber and we were able to climb through a small unguarded window. Once inside the gates, brutish Brutarl made for a door only to flee in terror from the room from which he entered to hide himself in the lavatory. The fool Parius attempted to converse with the spectre that had shot fear into Brutarl’s heart only to find that the sinister being wanted only to feed on his naive soul. Magic is the only weapon against such an opponent and I unleashed my magic missile, dispelling this spectral being. We moved cautiously from room to room, dealing with a couple of occupants and avoiding the barracks. [GM: Brutarl barely survived a lucky hit from a goblin; it seemed Fate was on his side.] Stealth was still our weapon. Exiting the building we were confronted with what must’ve been Wargs. I’d heard many tales as a child of these goblin bred beasts. Not simple to defeat, Parius said that he could speak to and sooth the beasts. This time he achieved what he promised and seemed to turn the beasts placid. This allowed Parius to cling to the belly of one of the beasts and he was able to scout the courtyard. It was free and it appeared there was no obstruction to the inner gate. We were free to cross the courtyard and enter the other side of the first gatehouse to find the lock that released the mechanism to raise the gate. With little way of reaching the balcony without tackling the guards in the barracks, we decided it was time to unveil the attack. Placing the horn to my lips, I blew hard and strong. Raising a sound that could awaken the dead. Brutarl and I raised the portcullis. Those vikings best make good speed.
Hobgoblins rushed into the court. Parius and Brutarl with their new ‘pets’ went to defend the gatehouse door while I took advantage of my position over the court to target the enemy as they streamed in. Brutarl let out a mighty roar “BRUTARL!” that stunned the first of the assailants and gave him time to even the odds a little. I remembered a scroll that Svein Karlssen had given me that had a spell that allowed me to cast a ‘stinking cloud’ over my enemies and thought it prudent to use it now faced with so many. It was more effective than I suspected and left the enemy in disarray. Coughing and choking I took aim at their leader and lodged in arrow in his throat. I dropped another and then another. Brutarl and the Wargs were making good work of their Hobgoblin opponents till Brutarl dropped his weapon and took a savage blow. The Wargs without Brutarl fell quickly and Parius was holding the remaining Hobgoblins at bay and I tried to even the odds further taking down a couple more.
Some of the larger group had fled to a far corner and all I can do now is sit here and hope that those Vikings make it before any more Hobgoblins make another assault. What happened to Svein and the dwarf? Time could not move more slowly.
From the Runes of Skagharin
When they heard the mournful sound of Svein Karlssen’s horn, Dintari and Skagharin wasted no time. They immediately lit the bundles of oil-soaked sticks which they had piled at the edge of the forest to the rear of the stockade. Soon guards were shouting and arrows were being fired into the blaze. Dintari and Skagharin were already long gone, creeping through the woods to the east of the stockade though none too quietly. Dintari occasionally cursed and stumbled in the dark. At one point Skagharin took a potshot at a lone sentry on the wall. The arrow went wide but the alarm went up and more came running. Just more distractions. Skagharin grinned to himself as he made his way down to the main gate. To his dismay, the guards were still up on the wall at the front. Arrows whizzed down from the parapet and Dintari took a hit before they made the cover of the gate. Fortunately it was only a mild graze.
Pausing for breath in the shadow of the wall, Skagharin noted that the drawbridge was down and the portcullis was open. The sound of fighting was coming from the courtyard. Skagharin could see Svein Karlssen and his warriors approaching — the fighting might be his friends. Dintari and Skagharin hurried beneath the portcullis. They were spotted. A platoon of hobgoblins charged toward them from the inner courtyard Suddenly there was a great war cry to the right: “BRUTARL!”
The platoon of hobgoblins were stunned into disarray by Brutarl’s mighty roar. Arrows whizzed from the gatehouse windows, killing several. Skagharin and Dintari took advantage of the confusion to run to where Brutarl had kicked the gatehouse door open. There two huge dire wolves, badly wounded, were snapping at the goblins who surrounded them. Brutarl, Dintari and Skagharin attacked the goblins while a sickly yellowish mist coalesced from the fog around the hobgoblin troop in the courtyard. Skagharin heard coughing and retching from the stinking cloud as he slashed with his dagger at a goblin.
After a brief but intense fight, the goblins were dead. Nothing was emerging from the roiling yellow cloud but Skagharin, Dintari and Brutarl nevertheless retreated into the tower to defend and await the Thulanders. There they found Parius, unharmed but silently weeping, and also Moonshadow, grimly firing volley after effective volley through the murder holes. They had taken the inner courtyard, but the night was not over.