Ben:

"Works for me," says Ben, heading that direction.  

The party begins its slow journey back through Motherhorn, now pitch black and silent. Descending the spiral staircase into the Oracular Library, you find it deserted; the elderly goblin librarians and their darkling elder clients have both abandoned the dark room, now a bit of a mess where an arm of the Orrery has broken a hole through the ceiling, scattering masonry and dust over the center of room, spraying one large bookshelf with debris. 

You exit through the now-empty amphitheater under just the ambient light of the storm-roiled twilit sky, the hag's ornithopter parked near its center. Exiting the amphitheater to the south, you find the elevator you ascended in is now inoperable: the switch does nothing.

How do you want to proceed down to the understage?

Ben:

Shining his light around, Ben says, “It looks like those steps below the stage might lead downwards—shall we head that direction?”

(Top left of the circular stage has steps that look promising)

Matilda heads towards the moon symbol assuming thats what Ben is referring to.

(OOC: If we're trapped up here, it looks like we can hop off where the cranes are on the "stage level" and land below to the "understage". Pud has feather fall just in case. Or we can make multiple trips with the ornithopter as well. ) 

The group recrosses the empty amphitheater. Following the curved staircase into the blackness below, you pass through the silent black fabric curtains at the bottom of the stairs and into the darkened stage workshop. Here you are met with the dim orange glow of the small forge, and dozens of goblin eyes staring back at you from the darkness. "What's going on?" one rasps. "Where is Endelyn? Who are you? What do you want?"

" Death, Destruction, Dismemberment."

" Dead.........................probably......maybe......"

" Matilda! Frightener of Dragons. Rescuer of Unicorns. Stabber of Bad Folks!"

" Cake! Also a Pony."

Ben:

”Now you see what you’ve done?” responds Ben, chiding the goblins, “Stacking questions just confuses everyone.”

“Creeping Lyn is defeated.  You are all free to stay or leave as you see fit.  We broke the orrery in an attempt to free those who were transformed into masks—are any of you survivors of such punishment?” he adds.

Pud hobbles over to the small forge and takes a look around to see if he spots anything useful, perhaps maybe the tools he tried to snatch earlier.He also sends Rizzo to flutter about the goblins in hopes of finding the one with the sick mum.

Perception check: 23

Assuming he see's the little goblin, he checks in with them to make sure his mum is feeling fine. 

Horatio examines the omnithopter. (( How heavy and bulky is it? Could it be drug.... or placed in a bag of holding? ))

A few wince at Ben's reference to masks. "Endelyn punished those who crossed her, those who upset her," replies a goblin. "You don't survive that."
"Do you have food?" asks another.

Pud quickly spots Kizz, the hungry goblin mom the party met earlier. She is standing in the crowd with the others, evidently feeling better than earlier.

Pud also finds a hammer with a gold handle he had spotted earlier, together with a two-person saw made from the jaw of some huge beast, and the set of mason’s tools embossed with the seal of Moradin that he had unsuccessfully tried to swipe earlier.

Meanwhile, Horatio examines the ornithopter. It's a wooden contraption with a round bird’s head with beady eyes and a metal beak, with leathery wings folded against its chassis. It's 8 feet long, has a 14-foot wingspan, and weighs about 25 pounds. His golden sack, unfortunately, is full to capacity with still-screaming marionettes.  “...truders! Intruders! Intruders! Intru...” they all scream when he peeks into the bag to check. The ornithopter can be easily dragged across the amphitheater, but not into the narrow stairwell down.

Matilda points into the bag, asking the goblins, " These marionettes? Are they people as well or can we burn them?"

"Creeping Lyn's marionettes? Wood," volunteers one goblin. "I made some of 'em. Not people, wood."

"And strings. Fabric," adds another.

"Paint!" cries a third.

"Yep, paint," confirms the first.

" DO you want them? Or do you know how to make them shut up?"

Pud hobbles over to Kizz, taking note of the cool tools on the way. 

“Looks like you’re strength is back. That’s so good to see.

What will you do now that you’re free?”

"I don't want them," replies one goblin to Matilda. "Do you want them?" it asks another goblin.

"I don't want them either," replies the second goblin. "They belong to Creeping Lyn. We made them for her!"

"Free?" responds Kizz to Pid, "But Lyn can't die. She'll be back. Do you have any food?"

" Burning it is......"

" Yeah....I don't know if exploding is easy to come back from though........she'll probably be a while.  Long enough for you to leave."

"Not dead!" Horatio exclaims. "Why do you think that? How could she come back to life?"

More than a few goblins sigh and roll their eyes. "Gods! It's all she talks about. 'Tragedy' and 'hopelessness' and 'fate'," replies one with exasperation. "She has 'foreseen her own demise', during a solar eclipse, she said. She would get glimpses of it in the Orrery." 

Another performs a pretty good impression of Endelyn, infused with added melodrama. “My death will occur during an eclipse! That is my doom, and I can’t change it, but I will do everything in my power to forestall it! Oh, woe!”

"Nothing surprises me!” cries another, getting in on the Endelyn impersonations.

“Each of us gets to play the lead in our own tragedy!" shrieks another, trying to outdo the first two with a warbly falsetto.

"She'll be back tomorrow," concludes the first, matter-of-factly. "And she's going to be very cross."

" Tomorrow?  Thats some fast un-exploding."