Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver Campaign!

Mav, I’m assuming that means you’ve used relentless endurance. Gotta say these things for record keeping purposes!

The mighty bugbear suddenly collapses to his knees once your elbow catches the side of his throat. He quickly falls unconscious, and is splayed out on the floor, still bleeding freely. The She-Wolf “She who dances in the hunt” gazed upon her fallen companions, before slowly backing off of Val’s body and trying to stalk towards the door leading out of the room. She has apparently deemed the furnace too big a risk.

 You all have about 2-3 minutes in game time to act out the after-battle before I continue things. 

Keeping his bow at the ready and his gaze on the wolf, Kor edges over to Berrus and attempts to bandage his wounds.

(Yes I’m sorry I missed that post.)

AB steps on top of the bugbear and yanks his short sword from its muscled back with a grunt. He holds the blade up in front of his face, admiring the blood as it runs down and drips onto the body. A wide grin splits his face — a grin of satisfaction. He slowly lowers the sword and looks at the two Goblin captains' bodies. "Three down," he says to himself.

Ooc.  Am i concious yet?

If not.  Death save6

If so . second wind heals 11

Then i take klargs head....." proof fer the wizard"

Valathar lays on the ground, blood pooling under him. 

Unable to do much for Berrus, Kor moves over to Val in attempt to treat him.

Val, as your slowly helped up, the party can hear the sounds of Goblin partying getting louder and louder, practically reverberating off the walls. The She-Wolf is inching closer and closer to the exit, trying her hardest not to stick out. 

Your buddy Berrus is starting to look particularly pale, blood is rushing out at a rather fast pace. 

None of the three goblins are dead yet, btw, just bleeding out heavily into the cave floor. 

Ok still dying iver here 

OOC: Does AB notice the she-wolf?

Noticing the prisoner's attention remaining on the wolf, Kor says, "You! Big guy! Don't worry about the wolf, let it go. You look like the type that knows a bit about medicines, medical aid, and such. I helped you by letting you out of that cage, you help us by patching the dwarf up a bit." He points towards Berrus' supine form.

"Medicine?" AB asks, grinning. "Oh ... uh ... sure! I do that medicine thing all the time! The best there is," he says, approaching Berrus. He grimaces at the sight of all the blood, hesitating before saying, "I once reattached a Dwarf's hand after a ... giant ... bit it off! Good as new. Better than ever!" He finally kneels down — careful not to get his knee in the pool of blood — beside Berrus and assesses the Dwarf's wounds.

Medicine: 19

Mav just stands... and catches his breath. Noticing the aftermath. He moves to to try and put himself between the wolf and the door, using the staff as a support. ”Not getting away from us that easy pup.”

Mav glances around looking for anything of use in the room 

Perception 8

Ok.   Still unconcious at 0?

Now that everyone was (just) away from death's door, Kor searched around the room for any thing useful (chests, healing supplies, etc.)

"Someone should bind and stabilize Klarg if they can. He might be useful for info, Stonebitter said Yeemik couldn't be trusted."

The dust settles, and all of the party is safe and relatively sound. Those who were unconscious are now back in the land of the living with one hp. The She-Wolf is currently sitting on her haunches, several feet from the doorway, having a one eyed stare down with Mav.

The room is littered with boxes and crates all bearing the same lion headed trading company symbol as the supplies in your wagon. A quick scan of the room reveals a small box filled with silver pieces, a healing potion, and a odd jade statue of a frog like creature, two golden nuggets for eyes.

When you guys were healing, and searching the room, the sounds of celebration gets louder still, and suddenly Mav you hear a grouchy old voice behind you. 

“Looks like ya lot actually did it.”

A hunched figure is standing on the steps leading to the room, skin a darker shade green then his breathern, thin,  straw like, white hair pulled back and a somewhat elegant emerald identify the goblinoid as Yeemik, the leader of the dragon cult. 

“Thanks f’r the effort, you can keep Klarg’s pet and the other human, and you’ll get the body guard back, just head to Phandelver, he’ll be awaiting you there. Now get, we have to clear the cave and move to a more... fitting abode” 

Valathar pushes himself to his feet, taking a moment to clear the darkness from his eyes. The overwhelming sound of his heartbeat slammed in his ears, and the gash across his chest throbbed with searing pain, causing him to stumble as he walked. He slowly made his way back to the center of the chamber, finding Kor. "What.. What happened? Did we.. did we win? I think I need to lie down.."

Valathar falls to his knees, then quickly sits down, thumping hard on the ground as Yeemik walks in. 

ooch me head  all the headache but none of the fun of the ale

gets up slowly and kicks Kraug

now what?

AB steps toward Yeemik. "Hey! Goblin! I was promised payment for my services, and these double-crossing, back-stabbing, Goblin ... yahoos just threw me in a cage. No thank you. No gold. I deserve the payment I was promised. Now, are you prepared to pay up?"

“”What about Gundren? Where is the dwarf?” Mav turns around to look at the figure. “Also your friends here are not dead yet, but we suffered quite a lot in the fight. Are there any healers or any supplies you could give us for our trouble?”