“Enough! We will no longer suffer you!! “

The paladin jumps up, raising his hammer above his head. Sparks of lightning crossing the metal of the head. Then with all his strength he strikes down. The hobgoblin tried to block him again but this time Thurston is too fast and his weapon glows with divine energy. 

The hammer impacts  him in the nose, broken it with a solar of green blood. Then the sacred lighting jumps from the hammer to the hobgoblin’s face. Seth the same time a loud thunder could be heard as the creator falls down to the floor. 

He then moves forward, forming a tight line with the rest.

Val stares down the remaining monstars as they press in around her, one hand still pressed against her ruined face and barely standing from the numerous wounds upon her body as suddenly all her companions... no, her friends rush in to hold the line with her! Enemies begin to fall around her and just as she feels her energy begin to fail her, Brundir’s words drive her on.

She grits her teeth against the terrible pain in her abdomen as she grips her hammer once more with both hands. With one final grunt of effort he raises the hammer above her head and slams it down into the shoulder of the hobgoblin leader who rolls with the impact, letting his armor absorb any fatal damage, but knocking the wind from his lungs. Val spits more blood into the hobgoblins face as she takes a few steps back, barely noticing the minuscule blow to her arm as she allows her friends to finish the job. 

Once a little distance from the melee she finally wipes the blood from her eye and begins blinking rapidly to see if her eye was damaged before risking a loom at the horrible gash across her torso...

The goblin fleeing from Bründir shrieks as the full body weight of an armoured dwarf hits it in the head. It pushes itself shakily to its feet and glances left and right, before chancing a leap to the lower level. However it slips as it goes and falls headfirst onto a rock, where it remains motionless, a pool of dark goblin blood spreading across the ground around it.

His underlings falling around him fast, the goblin leader skulks back out of the melee and dashes for the caves from which he came.

The hobgoblin with the greatsword also looks about and finds himself alone, facing seven very angry warriors. Carefully holding his guard, he also backs away, following the goblin towards the caves.

Dorno's action.

Dorno sees the enemy fleeing and yells "NO, NO, NO!"  "Mean peoples who hurt Dorno's friends will hurt more nice peoples if we let you hide again!  Dorno learned that bad things must learn lesson before Dorno let's them go!  You say sorry to big lady!"  With that the playful tiny unicorn spirit slow disappears while still dancing about as Dorno draws a seed out of a pouch and smashes it against his shield once again.  A large, thick hand tosses the dusty remnants of it up in the air and at the same time a wide beam of moonlight rapidly descends from the sky, filling the space behind the hobgoblin with damaging radiant light.  At the same time the larger unicorn spirit advances a bit, trying to climb up the rocky area some to further block the hobgoblin's escape.

Action: Moonbeam w/ +1 radiant damage from the rosewood staff

Bonus Action: move unicorn spirit up to 60ft

Hurrig sees the Hobgoblin trying to run off. "Not this time ya little bugger, ya let me get away last time. Turns out that was a mistake for ya." Hurrig charges the hobgoblin, as he closes the distance he says a few holy words. With that, his warhammer lights up with a white hot fire. He slams the head of the hammer into the torso of the Hobgoblin, and the fire spreads to the hobgoblin.

In an effort to pursue the fleeing hobgoblin like the rest of his companions, Vark runs after him. His familiar blue lightning begins to jump around the head of his staff, and a burst of wind and cloud lifts him over the rocky terrain to get a clear shot. The second his feet touch down, the spell is released, and at last it connects with his target with a flickering light that bounces off the canyon walls.

Jex leaps forward heroically to join Hurrig in combat. 

"Oi ugly!"

He calls for the attention of the hobgoblin. Pulling some fancy footwork as he puffs up his chest, clearly showing off, he sidesteps from where the goblinoid thought he would be, leaving his first sword trailing as a distraction and forcing a dodge. Reversing his grip on the second sword with a flourish he thrusts downwards with all his weight, driving the blade through the ribcage of his enemy. He guides him to his knees as blood begins to bubble from his mouth. Jex locks eyes, keeping his hand on the blade, trying to twist it further in as the dimming light still refuses to go out from the hobgoblin's eyes. 

"Don't let'im get away!" Bründir hounds the hobgoblin and throws a javelin, but it sails wide and misses.

The naked paladin runs forward towards the fleeing enemy and jumps, using the momentum of his jump to smash down the head of the hobgoblin. A terrible crack sounds as the skull and vertebrae are broken and the head is literraly buried in the shoulders of the creature. 

Thurston looks towards the cave, ready to fight another enemy. 

"Seriously... they should know better to wake up in my sleep by now..." 

Thurston checks if everyone is fine and will use his magic to heal anyone who needs it. Then he will excuse to go back to sleep or to dress on if they decide that they should move.

Jex puts a foot on the corpse to help leverage his sword out as the body slumps forwards. He shakes the blood off and wipes the grey matter from his eyes. As he clears away the brain, he sees Thurston hanging brain and looks away in mock disgust. 

"Perhaps I could offer you a spare loin cloth?" He chuckles. 

Thurston walks over Val and says 

"Thor's beard... we need to clean this wounds.. quickly! Don't move!" he says to her and runs to his tent to pick up some clean water and a clean piece of cloth. He starts to clean the wounds and bandange it, after asking Thor's for his ability to heal his comrades in battle. 

"More loin cloth?" he asks to Jex " That would be perfect thank you, try to make it bandages with it would you? And clean it with water. Can anyone light up that fire? she will need the warmth...." 

As someone rushes up to Val, she whips around with her hammer held high and a look of vicious desperation in her eyes as she blinks away the blood still stuck in her eyes. “Oh, Thurston... it’s just you.” As the rage slips away, her hammer slips to the ground heavily with a heavy thud and Val falls to her knees as the totality if her accumulated wounds finally takes their toll. “...help me...” Blood trickles from her mouth as she speaks...

Bründir rushes to his tent and brings out a flask and a pile of clothes, "Can'ot say I'm a doctor, but I've seen rocks fall and picks fly wild." He tears into the clothes with his blade, creating makeshift bandages, "Already ruined a good shirt, no sense savin' he rest so close to home." He offers the flask to Val, for her wounds and constitution, then wraps her arm and leg wounds. As he works, he rambles on about some of the mundane and exotic injuries one encounters underground.

(Cure Wounds with lvl 2 slot for 2 Wound points.)

After the clamour of battle, the pass is once more eerily quiet in the pale moonlight. The silence is broken only by the steady dripping of blood from Valaith's many wounds and ruined face. Bründir and Thurston both help as best they can, and Thor's power goes a ways towards cleansing and closing the more minor injuries. However, it will take real medical attention and time for the deeper damage to heal.

Dorno comes over to join Brundir and Thurston as he looks over Valaith's many injuries. "Oh no, Big Lady hurt very, very bad!" He immediately reaches into his pouch of medicinal herbs and begins to sort through the many different choices before settling on a few very pungent choices that he sets aside. He then yanks the flask of alcohol from Valaith's hands and sniffs the contents with a contented nod. He soaks one of the nearby cloths with the alcohol and lays it out as he sets the herbs onto it. "Yes, these will work to keep infection away, but need to close that wound, Big Lady." He gives her an intense look as he shows her a curved bone needle and some string. "This hurt, Big Lady, but it good for her. Please don't punch friend Dorno, Big Lady."

Valaith looks at the needle and thread with a nod of understanding. "Wait, Dorno. Someone give me something to bite down on." She gratefully accepts a hunk of leather from Brundir and puts it between her teeth before nodding to Dorno, letting her head lay back... 

Dorno begins to work, humming a tune aloud as he works, occasionally pausing his work to dip the needle into the alcohol for sterilization. He seems oblivious to the times when Valaith's fists clench and seem ready to knock his hands away as they work, but Brundir and Thurston are there to hold her down against the steady hands of Dorno. Once he has finally finished he looks up at Valaith's sweat soaked face. "All done, Big Lady. Friend Dorno make you better. Dorno cannot fix all. Insides still hurt and will take long time to heal. Dorno make special bandage to keep bad stuff out and help healing. Dorno will change bandage and herbs every day. You listen to friend Dorno, he knows how to fix Big Lady." He then takes the herbs and rubs them between his massive hands before spreading them into the makeshift bandage. He then removes a stoppered bottle containing a thick, milky substance that he mixes into the crushed herbs to make a poultice. Without another word he applies the bandage around Valaith's muscular torso. 

Valaith's eyes suddenly widen at the fierce stinging and burning to sears into her freshly stitched wound and she gasps in pain. Dorno grabs her hands with a sudden, unexpected strength from the gentle firbolg as Val tries to grab at the poultice and pull it away. "No, Big Lady. Leave! Pain good, means medicine working to clean out bad stuff. You sleep now, Dorno fix more to clean other wounds."

Jex is seemingly uninterested in the commotion around Val's wound, though he fights the desire to follow the goblins alone. He occupies himself by looking through the possessions of their fallen foes, finding a small amount of coin and what looks like a religious symbol for his efforts. He turns them over in his hands before offering them over to the others for inspection.

"I can take the rest of the watch if you all need some rest." He finally offers, a rare tone of compassion in his voice. 

Bründir paid on as much attention to the goods on the goblinoid bodies as letting Jex sort through the belongings. As soon as a body was cleaned, a blade fell across its neck and made a pile nearby grow a bit larger. After an hour, the cave entrances the ambushers fled into bore grisly warnings for anyone who tried to leave for another attack.

Once the adrenaline has finally worn off, the travellers all settle back down in their tents, although many of them struggle to really fall asleep. It is an unquiet night, and especially Valaith rests fitfully. Her wounds pain her and the events of the ambush repeat and repeat in her mind.

What could she have done differently? Could she have been faster? Did she let her friends down?

However, eventually the weariness of battle sets in, and even the big goliath woman finds oblivion's sweet embrace.

Jex wakes the party at first light, early the next morning. The northern sun casts the pass into shadow, leaving a bitter chill in the air. It's time to be on the road once more.

Hurrig wakes in the morning, goes about his normal morning ritual, blessing his warhammer and says his quick prayer to Moradin. When he finishes, he quickly gathers several stones and begins to build four Cairns. With the pick end of his warhammer Hurrig begins to carve initials into each headstone: FH, AF, GM, KD. He kneels before each cairn says a prayer before each. When he is finished he looks towards Sheercleft with a mournful look on his face, "Well, we got 'em. Let's just hope we were quick enough." Hurrig looks towards the cairn marked FH. "Ya shoulda fled with me Flint. We all could'ave made it outta there." Tears begin to fill his eyes, "We could'ave out run 'em. We all could'ave made it to Hyranatar to get them." 

Hurrig wipes his eyes and kind of restores his happy go lucky attitude. "We should get going. Sheercleft is only a little while away."

The wagon rolls on for several hours, until around midday Dorno catches a foul scent on the wind, like a wet dog with bad breath. As they continue onward, Valaith, Thurston and Jex smell it too.