Lev cuts goblin (b) deeply, and he is very close to death. The healing energies of Iólinder heal him for 6, closing some of his injuries. (I have Lev at 8hp for now)

The injured goblin (b) is in range of Vydars spell but is able to avoid the sharp magical blades. However, but both goblin (c) and (d) are hit by the blades. Both are close to death but still standing. (1 hp each)

Goblin b takes a swipe at Lev but misses, then he disengages (nimble escape)

Goblin c hits Vydar with his Scimitar for 4 damage.

Goblin d attacks Iólinder, (18 to hit, 8 damage), cutting deeply into him.

Goblin e strikes at Amdaeng with his blade, (to hit: 21, damage 3)

Goblin f (was hiding) comes out from behind a pillar and runs over to the dead cloaked priest. Reaching down, he grabs something. Then he quickly moves back toward the east exit (nimble escape).

Goblin g attacks Zarbyn, hitting him with his quick sharp strike ((to hit 20, damage 5)

--------------Zarbyn, Amdaeng, Iólinder

Feeling a little better about most of the goblins fleeing Zarbyn draws his dagger and attacks the goblin that just wounded him (goblin g).

Attack: 19 Damage: 4 piercing damage.

"Keep fighting! We almost got them!"

Zarbyn's thoughts begin to wander a little, What if the other goblins had not fled? Would they have overwhelmed us? The more of these buggers there are the more dangerous they are to deal with. 

Zarbyn's dagger slices deep, hurting the little goblin. Near Amdaeng is goblin g (3/7hp) and goblin e: 1/7hp. Goblin f ran over to the robed dead figure and is now running toward the east exit. Near Iólinder are two goblins d (1/7) and e (1/7).

See owlbear for better look.

-------------> Amdaeng, Iólinder

'For crying out-' Iólinder said as he threw out another healing spell. This time he targeted Zarbyn who seemed to be in quite the predicament with two goblins shuffling around him. With the magic leaving his fingertips, Iólinder turned around to push his way towards Vydar. His other hand was still grabbing about in a pocket of his backpack in the hopes to find what he was looking for.

He had barely moved two steps when a hot flash streaked across the side of his torso. With difficulty Iólinder managed to suppress an outcry of pain. The goblin's blade had slipped past his shield and sliced a deep gash into his side. With angry eyes Iólinder turned and saw three goblins next to him. It did not matter which one had attacked him. His garbled cry flowed into a divine word full of his intent to burn the goblins for their insolence.

BA: Healing Word on Zarbyn for 7 hit points.
Movement: slight shuffle to the left (Owlbear rodeo) so three goblins are within 5 feet range.
Action: Word of Radiance choosing the three goblins. They have to succeed on a CON saving throw DC 13 or take 4 radiant damage.

Zarbyn feels better, most of his wounds closing (7hp healed). Then a bright flash of radient energy surrounds  Iólinder and the goblins fall to the ground, dead (with con saves of 12, 11, and 4 ,c, d, e). That leaves us goblin g near zarbyn and Amdaeng, b running out the hall to the west, and f (the guy who ran over to the priest, then started running back out.)

---------------->Amdaeng, fleeing goblins, then back to the top.

Amdaeng moved to confront the goblin near her and Zarbyn, lashing out with a blinding flurry of feet and knees.

Attack: 18 Damage: 6

Attack: 18 Damage: 6

the monk Amdaeng visciously ends

the poor goblins life as her elbow goes through his chest

There are two goblins left in the main room. One is gravely injured and flees toward the west. The other was hiding, ran over to the dead priest, and is now dashing toward the east. 
you hear many (10 or more) goblins running south and see them leaving somehow

back to the top.  All can declare actions. 

Lev stays put, breathing heavily as he stands in front of the woman who was going to be sacrificed. He's still looking pretty beat up in spite of being miraculously alive. That said, he doesn't have it in him to give chase right now, even though he hates letting the bastards get away. 

He glances back at the injured woman, "What is your real name?" He asks between breaths, clearly not convinced by the whole ice witch facade in spite of her literally throwing ice at the goblins a minute ago. If she was the real ice witch, she wouldn't have been captured in the first place... right? 

Lev is holding his action. If something jumps out at them and is in his range then he'll do something, but for now he's done. 

The Half-Elf managed a small, tired smile despite the situation, the weight of her injuries heavy on her shoulders.

"Lira," she answered, her voice hoarse but clear enough to be heard. "No ice witch, just...wrong place, wrong time." She chuckled weakly.

But as she spoke, her sharp eyes caught something in the corner of her vision—a goblin, one of the ones fleeing, had grabbed something from the dead priest’s body. Her instincts screamed at her. Lira gritted her teeth and notched an arrow despite the pain coursing through her.

"He might have...Silver or Ebony!" She grated out, hoping the others would understand the significance.

Her aim was shaky from the blood loss as she loosed the arrow. She moved within 20 feet of the goblin and threw Needle at it if the arrow hadn't taken it down.

Action: Shortbow at goblin f, to hit 12 (with advantage), damage 8

Bonus action: Needle throw, to hit 15, damage 1 + 2 sneak attack (if applicable, don't know if it fleeing would mean advantage for her)

The goblin falls as the arrow and dagger hit him in the back and he falls to the ground.

You see the remaining fleeing goblins running to the south and dropping into some sort of hole.

(Combat over unless you pursue them).

You find yourselves in a square-shaped room. A huge statue of the snake demon Myurr on the north side. An elevated dias where Lira was bound. Next to where she was bound is a dead female Kobold, wearing a fur cloak as those outside. Her chest has sustained necrotic damage, and her heart has been removed.

Six pillars in the chamber have some sort of magical torches, emitting light. There are 6 dead goblins, one of them that ran in and grabbed something from the cloaked goblin. There is a dead cloaked goblin (priest). There is a chest made of stone near Lira that is open. There is a black dagger on the floor near the priest. (You also have items you obtained from the outside combat).

There is a rope hanging from the opening in the ceiling that  Iólinder tied. There may be some sort of exit to the south where at least 14 goblins ran out, and you could also exit above. Charlie (donkey) and your cart are waiting for you at the top of the crater.

You look at Lira. (PC can describe her appearance.) In addition she wears a beautiful blue amulet around her neck. The female Kobold has a similar one, but hers is dull. 

  (For Lira Only)

Everyone can describe their character and introduce themselves as they see fit. Search, look around, perception rolls, etc. Clearly, the group could use a long rest. You have all been traveling since morning and it is now well past sunset.

(Can’t remember if we rested before this? I thought be did but Vydar is still pretty low in hp did you already add the 4dmg to his sheet? If not he is at 2 hp.)

Vydar grits his teeth as the last goblin slashes his side, reopening the wound he’d sustained from the last cache. He raises a hand intending to take down the goblin as it runs only for Lyra to beat him to it. His hand drops and the adrenaline keeping him standing vanishes. He slumps gripping his side as he walks over to the second black dagger. 

His instincts tell him to leave it be, but he forces himself to take out a handkerchief and pick it up. 
“Someone…check that last goblin…it probably has one of the items we are looking for.” He says between shallow breaths as he examines the dagger. (Is it identical to the first one?)

Vydar is a very young dark elf, still counting as a child in the eyes of most elves. He stands a good deal taller than most of the other party members. He wears dark clothes, a tattered scarf around his neck and carries a large satchel at his side. His hair is black but fades to white at the ends standing out against his charcoal skin. Unlike most dark elves of Alansia, his eyes are a deep red. 

The hand holding the black dagger shakes and he scowls at the thing. Why does that vision still affect him so? He grits his teeth gripping the thing harder to stop the shaking. After a moment he takes some more cloth and raps it farther before placing it in one of his pouches. Not inside the satchel holding his spellbook. 

He pointedly does not look at the dead Kobold, instead he turns his red gaze to Lyra. How had she been pulled into this mess? Was she really just in the wrong place at the wrong time? Whatever it doesn’t matter. At least she didn’t end up like that.

The black dagger is identical to the one found at the covered bridge. Indeed, it looks more like a claw than a dagger. Looking up at the statue and doing a quick count, you do not see any claws missing from the stone statue. (are you wearing Storm's hat?)

Lira is a young half-elf at 26. She stands at 5'7'', bloodied from her ordeal, her vibrant green eyes sharp despite her exhaustion. Her black hair, now streaked with icy white from the cursed amulet, is tied in a messy side braid, loose strands framing her pale face. Once lightly tanned, her skin is now several shades paler, a reminder of the amulet's chilling power. Covered in blood from a head wound, her rogue’s leathers are smeared with dirt and grime, adding to her battle-worn appearance. She moves to retrieve her dagger from the first goblin she killed, exhaustion forcing her to lean against the altar for support afterwards. Her gaze travels to the remains of Aldrin and she has to look away.

"Shareella...She charmed me, maybe them too, with the amulets and collars. Made it feel like...we were family. Never felt that before," she explains, struggling to decide how she should feel about her once 'sisters', "They protected me...The witch sent us after an artefact, 'Ebony'. They needed one more to summon her...T-that's what Aldrin said at least." She motions towards the corpse sadly. "It was a little black statue of that wretched thing, Myurr...I touched it and saw...Ugh, horrible things. You act like you've seen too." Her attention turns to Vydar as he takes the black dagger so carefully.

Perception 11

(Unless the hat fell off on the way down yes)

Vydar sets his jaw and nods to Lyra. So she’d seen as well. And worse shes been put under that ice witch’s control. The thought sickens him. He glances at Iolinder, half expecting the older half elf to try to take the dagger from him. 

If no one has done so yet, he limps his way over to the goblin that had taken something from the priest and searched it. 

(Vydar wears a funny-looking hat, that seems to fit him nicely with his satchel)

As Vydar looks over the goblin, he sees a small black velvet coin pouch in its dead outstretched hand. 

(Lol)

Vydar opens the coin purse and looks inside.

Opening the bag, Vydar sees a dark ebony statue of the Snake Demon Myurr. Its about 6 inches long. Something in his now paranoid mind tells him not to touch this thing either, especially if it's indeed the artifact they have been searching for. 

As the last goblin fell to his divine fury, Iólinder took the time to inspect the wound across his side. He briefly winced when he touched it. The cut was deep but thin. Bandaging the wound would be enough for it to heal on its own. He looked around the room. There were too many questions flooding into his mind all at once: where were they? What were the goblins trying to do and to what end? Who was the girl, half-elf and around his age from the looks of it, on the altar and why was she there? Was this Myurr statue the one Vydar saw in his vision?
And speaking of Vydar, Iólinder could swear he was experiencing a déjà vu when he saw the dark elf pick up a rather familiar looking claw shaped dagger.

Too many questions, too little time. Luckily Iólinder's clerical training kicked in when he felt a jolt of pain flaring up on the side of his body.

'Right.' He said loud enough for his voice to carry through the room. 'Anyone who is in need of immediate medical attention, come over.' He finally found what he was rummaging for during the fight. Iólinder retrieved from his backpack a glass jar about the size of a fist that the others could recognise from Professor Storm's cart. 'I've only got enough for,' he eyed the jar from the corner of his eye, 'three people so whoever is dying the fastest gets priority.'

He looked at the newest person they encountered. 'How about you, miss... ?' Iólinder's voice, and eyes, lingered as he got acquinted with the other half-elf in the party.

Vydar, Lev and Lira are the ones in the single digit hit points, correct?

"Lirael Evenfall...Lira. Y-yes, healing." She murmured, hobbling over to presumably the healer of the group, another half-elf. "If you can spare it, I mean...You've all saved me." It still doesn't make much sense to her, how they jumped down here..."Oh, see to him first though." She gestures to Lev.

(OOC: yes...but I might recommend a long rest for healing, and save the ointment?)