'We have fought since time began. We number only int the hundreds, but our numbers were growing."  The goblin sighs again and groans as if the effort of talking is almost as much as he can manage. "The Goblin King sees us as a threat now, where as before we were an amusement at best. He rules with fear and cruelty, and many are sick with it. Most stand by hope not to draw his attention, many fight for him on the promise of gain and power."

The creature tries to sit up, but pain and exhaustion keep him down. "It seems I have little time left, if you oppose him, will you not fight with us?"

Corvus looks tot he north and turns to his companions, "I'll head back to the tent and see what's got the attention of the others. If anyone shows up let us know," He winks at Ayrlin and moves back to the tent.

"Corvus, come in for a moment, don't be frightened. Maybe someone here could use your help" Grigor calls outside.

He thinks about what the Goblin said. "How about we help each other? We seems to have the same foe. We will help you to  become a real threat for the Goblin King and you will help us to get to him".  He looks to Braddik to see what he think about it.

Ayrlin, obviously nervous by the situation and asking himself what's holding them so long nods at Corvus and hides keeping an eye for anyone coming. 

( Stealth: 18

Perception: 18 ) 

Xorin looks at Corvus as he passes, "They're just talking. Something about a resistance." he comments. Xorin stayed outside the tent but not quite close enough to pick up everything. He remains outside the tent, watching the area.

Perception 5

Corvus enters the tent nods to Xorin on the way past, listens to Grigor, then looks at the goblin and the spectacle of the tent around it.

He scratches his chin through a rather unkempt beard, "Enemy of my enemy eh? Well Torm loves to confound his followers as well as his enemies." He chuckles. 

Walking over to the wounded goblin he looks it in the eye, "Allies for now then."

The creature looks up at him, unsure and afraid, but nods agreement.

"Lets hope Torm is in a good mood today my friend..." he says to the goblin and places one hand on his holy symbol and the other on the goblins chest.

OOC: Corvus casts 'Cure Wounds' on the Goblin: 4

A warm yellow light glows around the hand of the cleric and then slowly sinks into the goblins chest. The creature exhales, shivers slightly and then relaxes the pain leaving its body.

"Th-Thank you, I feared I was done for." He sits up in bed and begins to removes some of the bandages.

"My people are fighting in the northern passages as we speak. The Goblin King has sent his Hobgoblin bashers into our tunnels to root us out. If we can force them to retreat this will enrage the King and he may do something rash in anger to our advantage." H elooks across the tent to a pile of clothing and gear of war. "If I can arm myself we can join in the fight. I'm sure you could tip the scales to our advantage if you helped!"

As they others speak in the tent Ayrlin hers the loud stomping of hobnailed boots in the corridor to the north, it sounds as if they are getting closer.

Xorin listens in on the conversation in the tent, then just says loud enough, "Silly me, hoping for a short rest."

Braddik nods in agreement. "Well, it seems our path has been chosen. Are we ready to show a few hobs a real fight looks like?"

Xorin pulls out his book to have a quick read, "Well, just so you're aware I'm down to one decent spell.. a magic missile or perhaps a burning hands if the situation calls for it. After that it's just my cantrips." he lifts the closed book, "If we were lucky enough for a short rest I could have studied enough to get one more but oh well."

Ayrlin goes to the tent real quick. 

"We have company! Hobgoblins for the sound of their clumsy approach and.. woa!" he says seeing the goblin and takes a step back instinctely then he asses the situation and look to his friends " We are ok here? " as they nod he says " But not there for sure " he points towards the corridor " We should hurry " 

He will try to hide behind the corner of the entrance and will let the first hobgoblin pass and will attack the second one ( but this will be in further rounds...) 

( Stealth: 20) 

Xorin nods to Ayrlin and considers trying to hide as well, finding a good sized tent to crouch behind.

Stealth 14

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"My people are fighting in the northern passages as we speak. The Goblin King has sent his Hobgoblin bashers into our tunnels to root us out. If we can force them to retreat this will enrage the King and he may do something rash in anger to our advantage." H elooks across the tent to a pile of clothing and gear of war. "If I can arm myself we can join in the fight. I'm sure you could tip the scales to our advantage if you helped!"

"Lure the king out of his reserve seems like a good plan! Dont worry we will help y..." At this moment, Grigor notices his friends preparing for a fight. "We will talk later. hide now! you're still too hurt. We need each other...we will make sure that you survive and reach the others."

Grigor turns to Braddik. "Let's show them what we got." He stays in the tent, but is positioning hisself so that he can look out and ready a firebolt. He will use it as soon Braddik should go in.

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Fire Bolt Attack: 11 Damage: 1

Corvus nods at Braddiks words, "Time to knock some ugly heads together."

Those in Tent make ready as Ayrlin and Xorin take positions to receive the newcomers.

The running boots approach, and suddenly a goblin can be heard yelling, "They're coming, they're coming! Fire, fire, fire, chaos, destruction! Help help help!"

Moments later a battered frightened goblin streaks into the hall 30 feet ahead of four hobgoblins in chain armor carrying pole-arms.

"All is lost, all is lost!" the goblin continues to screech as it flees through the hall.

Ayrlin will wait for the second row of hobgoblins to launch his attack, or for the last one if they enter in line... just to speed up things...

( Attack: 22 Damage: 8 Sneak Attack included on damage ) 

Xorin will try to keep about a 60 foot range from the hobgoblins if that's possible. He does wait for Ayrlin to pick a target first then goes for the same one, firing off a ray of frost to damage and slow it (by 10 feet).

Attack: 11 Cold Damage: 3

((Just how wide is this hall? Like can two of us bottle-neck it a bit?))

Braddik moves up to close ranks with whoever will join him. Mobing in, he swings his sword at the nearest hobgoblin.

Sword Attack Vs. AC: 7, 9 slashing damage.

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((Just how wide is this hall? Like can two of us bottle-neck it a bit?))

Braddik moves up to close ranks with whoever will join him. Mobing in, he swings his sword at the nearest hobgoblin.

Sword Attack Vs. AC: 7, 9 slashing damage.

 

OOC: It's pretty big, the exits\entrances are 10 fee wide and 10 feet high.

"The hall itself is about one hundred feet wide, two hundred feet long, and forty feet high. It's length runs east west and there is a what looks like a well at the western end. You can see bedding and old campfires scattered throughout the western side of the hall and a makeshift forge and kitchen along with other hurriedly built workshops and a large closed tent at the eastern end.

Exits lead through the west, the north, and the way you entered behind you to the south. It is hard to get a clear look at the whole area because of the many columns breaking up the field of view."

You could use the stone columns for interference, or to guard your side. Or two of you could hold the way into or out of one of the passages.

Corvus exits the tent shield and mace ready. He moves to intercept the pursuing Hobgoblins, "Torm be with us!"

Attack: 13 Damage: 7

OOC: West is Top of map, North is the right side. The different coloured squares are columns. Blues is Us, red is Hobs, and green are goblins. Everyone is represented by their First name initial. I have placed as best I can figure from description. If you want to be somewhere else let me know and I will edit map :).

Squares are 10 foot.