Shipwrecked in Saltmarsh

The orange-faced hobgoblin disengages and bolts to the southeast. (Dain may still get his attack in if he wants, but no opportunity attacks.)

The sea booms and roars from somewhere beyond. You see what looks like small casks in the chamber ahead.

Katernin rushes for Molo, laying a hand on him to restore him.

((Using aasimar healing hands to give Molo 2 hp))

     Fianna will rush to watch the hobgoblin flee, letting him do so but wanting to see where he goes.  Otherwise she looks around, sees how wounded people are, and suggests we find a safe place for a rest.

(Sorry for the delay, been a hectic last few days).

Dain is in the zone, sorry.  He's not letting a pesky hobgoblin escape if he can help it.   So he's going to try and flatten the orange thing before it retreats!

Attack: 13 Damage: 9 - attacking Recklessly

(Well, on the plus side that doesn't undo anything posted above!!)

Well if Dain attacks before Fianna’s turn (I forget initiative order) then she definitely would have also tried to attack, casting Eldritch Blast at them...

Eldritch Blast Attack: 21 Damage: 12

Dain swings and misses.

The hobgoblin bolts down a steeply-sloping passage to the south.

Katernin revives Molo. He comes to and sits up, bloodied and confused.

Fianna chases the hobgoblin. Coarse matting has been laid in places on the floor of the sloping hallway, negating some of the slope’s slipperiness.
She fires a beam of crackling energy at the fleeing goblinoid, but misses him.

An obese man stands in the well-lit cavern to the east. You can see five small bolts of cloth stacked against the wall to the left, and to your right are eight small casks in a neat row. The man holds his arms up, alarmed and surrendering. Dain recognizes him.

Kelnan, Dain, and Molo may act.

"Dunnae kill the fat one!" Dain orders, briefly pointing to the obese man in the well-lit cavern.  With that he rushes after the hobgoblin.

(not sure if I can reach him and take a swing?  I suspect I'm too slow?)

Molo chases after Fianna (stand up, and dash to move just behind her so he can keep the hob in sight)

Kelnan shakes the frost from his hand, rubs it a bit to warm it up, and warily walks toward the man. "And who might you be, who seems to have the protection of my friend here?"

(Taking the Dodge action if it matters.)

Better to let these bloodthirsty ones pursue the straggler.

"Uh... They call me Butts," says the enormously fat, balding, middle-aged man to Kelnan. He has a scimitar lashed to his side; his arms are raised in surrender.

Dain chases the hobgoblin down the steeply sloping, slippery passage. He manages to get in front of Fianna, and within eye shot of the retreating figure, but not quite within melee range. Molo, still getting his bearings after being revived, gets behind Fianna.

The hobgoblin disappears around the corner.

Katernin, Fianna, and Kelnan may act.

     Fianna will continue the chase, reckless as it is.  She'll use her full movement to get the hobgoblin back into view...  And if that doesn't work will use her action to dash.  If, however, she gets eyes on them before then, she will instead cast Eldritch Blast once again.

Eldritch Blast Attack: 14 Damage: 6

((LOL... a critic roll... with basically the least amount of damage possible.  kill me now.... *sigh*))

Fianna squeezes by Dain and chases the hobgoblin down the slimy, sloping, passage. The passage widens to form a small cavern. There are three bolts of cloth and five small casks in the middle of the floor, resting on a piece of coarse matting. Dain, following, recognizes this place.

Fianna catches a glimpse of her prey in another cavern to the east. Although the sloping cavern wall covers much of his body (half-cover), she fires off a very lucky shot - her beam of crackling energy manages to sever his spine. He goes down hard. The sound of the ocean booms from the chamber ahead.

Unless someone wants to engage the big man, combat is over.

Molo runs at the big fella, and climbs up him, grabbing hold of his shirt collar. 

“Just who are you and what are you doing here???”

intimidation 7 

"Look, I just carry stuff!" responds the big man, speaking nervously and rapidly. "I didn't do nothin! I helped yer friend, there. The dwarf! Ask him!"

"Where are the others?" he continues. "Is Sanbalet...?"

     Fianna will call out “All clear!” And then cautiously head into the room and inspect it to be sure it is...

Fianna continues down the sloping passage to where she felled the fleeing hobgoblin. The passage leads into a cave that opens directly to the sea. The tide is out at present, and there is little water in the cave, but there is an obvious high-water mark three feet above the floor. Pulled up onto the sloping cave floor is a small boat, perhaps large enough for eight people, with oars, a step-down mast, and a neatly furled sail. A rope tied to the bow is being held down by a large boulder that serves as an anchor.

 Meanwhile, the big man continues to speak nervously to Molo. "Would'ja like some brandy? It's very good. I was jus' goin' to have a mugful! You kin have some, too! You kin have as much as you like! Take a whole cask! Take two!" Sweat is beginning to run down his brows as he nods rapidly and smiles anxiously at Molo.

     The boat is secured, can Fianna spot any more nearby? Like being rowed in or out?  Perception 7

     Hearing no immediate sounds of battle or anything, Fianna will then give the boat a cursory scan to see if it's carrying anything.  Not a full out inspection but more than a glance, just in case something catches her eye.  Next she will inspect the body.  This she will spend time on.  Then she will go heading back to the others to see what we're going to do about these smugglers, and if the living one says there are more or not.

Fianna sees no other vessels nor anything else of note out on the cold, grey, booming sea. The boat is empty. It's well-used, and not new, but quite shipshape and serviceable. 

The hobgoblin is quite dead. Unlike the other one, with its fancy armor, this one just wears some crappy chainmail and its worn weapons. Nothing else of value.

Molo leans over the big man’s face from his perch on his chest, a light, high pitched growl still rolling from his chest, the blood of dragons boiling in his veins.

If the brandy is in reach, Molo will take some.

The big man remains still, wearing a strained smile and a lot of dripping sweat. "Yes, yes!" he says. "Drink!"

One of the casks has been tapped. And there are a few dirty mugs stashed behind it. Taking a taste, Molo finds it quite good.

There are five bolts of what looks like silk, seven full casks of brandy and one tapped one. They bear markings on them. Besides the mugs, Molo sees a backpack, and a pile of high-quality weapons (hammer, mostly) and tools piled behind the casks.

"Have some more!" offers the man.