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Garrick and Lindon flew past them. And there was another... a fifth man... who came clambering from the water. Darius reached forward, seizing the man's hand and hauling him through, just as a surge of electricity shot through the waves and struck the chamber wall. The man was caught in it and dropped like a stone, falling into the room. Darius and Mallow had no time to help him. They surged forward, bracing their shoulders to the door and slammed it closed... just as the detritus of wreckage, corpses and rocks was hurled up the steps. The force shook the door and sent both warriors reeling. But the lock held. With it the roar of the sea serpent was muffled, along with the cries of any who still remained out there on the seas. The doorway would be too narrow for the serpent to pursue them... but not for the water. A steady trickle was already coming underneath it.
But they were alive for now. They had survived the landing. [150XP each]
As they caught their breath and stared at the unconscious man who had survived with them, they noticed the torches hung on the wall. Their light picked out the tiny, foul-smelling room where the goblins had made their camp. Blankets, bedrolls and cooking pots were riddled with vermin and chunks of food littered the ground. There were bones in the corner, fisherman perhaps or explorers from an age before this one. The Goblins had clearly taken whatever food they could get.
On rickety shelves, slumped against the wall, each Goblin had stashed his trophies. Digging through them, the adventurers would find coins of all age and sizes [90gp], and a box stashed with wrapped vessels. Six of them in all, they held a voracious acid barely contained by the thin ceramic. [6 acid flasks].
Beyond the living area, two doors awaited them, dark and rusted metal warning of the certain death that awaited in the Helswane Dungeon.
Darius collapsed against a pillar by the smouldering campfire, head in his hands. There was still blood on his face - some of it the goblin's, some of it his late Captain's. It was as if he had died with the rest of them and simply been flung in a separate chamber of the underworld. If his new companions were nothing more than convicts, there would be nothing to stop them killing him too.
He promised his wife... his family... that he would return... when his duty was done. But what now? Now that he was the only one of the King's soldiers remaining? Darius watched the water gushing in beneath the outer door, and wondered if he should simply let it run its course...
"There's no way back... God help us..."
But they were alive for now. They had survived the landing. [150XP each]
As they caught their breath and stared at the unconscious man who had survived with them, they noticed the torches hung on the wall. Their light picked out the tiny, foul-smelling room where the goblins had made their camp. Blankets, bedrolls and cooking pots were riddled with vermin and chunks of food littered the ground. There were bones in the corner, fisherman perhaps or explorers from an age before this one. The Goblins had clearly taken whatever food they could get.
On rickety shelves, slumped against the wall, each Goblin had stashed his trophies. Digging through them, the adventurers would find coins of all age and sizes [90gp], and a box stashed with wrapped vessels. Six of them in all, they held a voracious acid barely contained by the thin ceramic. [6 acid flasks].
Beyond the living area, two doors awaited them, dark and rusted metal warning of the certain death that awaited in the Helswane Dungeon.
Darius collapsed against a pillar by the smouldering campfire, head in his hands. There was still blood on his face - some of it the goblin's, some of it his late Captain's. It was as if he had died with the rest of them and simply been flung in a separate chamber of the underworld. If his new companions were nothing more than convicts, there would be nothing to stop them killing him too.
He promised his wife... his family... that he would return... when his duty was done. But what now? Now that he was the only one of the King's soldiers remaining? Darius watched the water gushing in beneath the outer door, and wondered if he should simply let it run its course...
"There's no way back... God help us..."