Snoric growled to himself in frustration.  None of this was going like he hoped.  He'd not been able to take a shot, yet once again he had an arrow sticking out of him!!!  He couldn't even heal himself this time as he'd cast his last spell in the fight, a spell that had served absolutely no purpose.  This was not a good day.

Seeing the movement up top he spied the strange newcomer.  Immediately Ultio was brought to bear on the stranger.  "Who are you?"  He knew this woman had killed a goblin but the enemy of your enemy wasn't necessarily your friend.

Amalia took a deep breath and smiled to Solgran when the goblin in front of her got skewered. The battle was over, and she thought that she was probably getting either jaded of death or used to it, as her still empty stomach did not heave this time with the goblin corpse right at her feet, complete with blood, viscera and all. She looked up when Snoric pointed her attention to the dark skinned and white haired woman standing on top of the ledge. She hadn't seen who she shot with her bow but she didn't seem threatening now. Leaving the gnome take care of that, she remembered something about her spell. She talk loud enough for everyone to hear her.

The sleeping goblins will wake up soon, we should bound them before then, so they will not be a menace when they come to.

She looked for Osmon and found him in the back.

Osmon, what about those two sentries you warned me about? Are they also asleep? We need to stop them from rallying more creatures to us.

She took the passage going to the right and, finding the goblins snoring on the ground, she proceeded to bound and gag them with their own clothing before bringing them back to the main cave.

Following her mental instruction Ophelia played lookout for Amalia when she was busy.
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Calling upon her invocation again,

Allura checks on her injured sister, "We need to patch you up."

To Solgran, "I am sure you have things covered here."

She then silently proceeds to tie up the sleeping goblins starting with the two by the bridge letting the others handle the ones here. Cutting her rope into proper lengths to bind the goblins hogtying them and making sure their weapons are away from them and a length of rope serves as a gag as well for each of them.




07:39, Today: Allura Whitlock rolled 6 using 1d4+4.  Invocation Fiendish Resistance - False Life.

While some members of the group were tying up goblins, another seeing her lineage instinctively pointed his weapon in Malice's direction. "Who are you?"

Removing the weapons from the sleeping goblins near her, making sure to swing a quiver of arrows over her shoulder, she thought for a moment about how to best answer his question. All she had known most of her life was her mother's way of life. The stereotypical drow, a follower of Lolth. She knew that she was likely to get shot mentioning this, so she went with another approach. "My name is Malice Baenrret. I was on my way to Neverwinter to meet with Gundren Rockseeker on behalf of my father when I was ambushed by these goblins. I was banished from my home when it was uncovered that I am only half drow. When I came to the surface, I set out in search of my father and have been staying with him for the year since my banishment. In that time, I came to follow Torm."

Turning her attention to the human who was bound beside her, she used the short sword she had taken from the bigger goblin to cut the bounds from him.
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Yana nodded to her sister and moved forward, trying to keep an eye out for trouble as Allura tied up the goblins.
She listened to the drow, or rather, the half drow, and nodded with a shrug.
"My father had always warned me about trusting strangers you meet in caves, but for now if you'd like to join us, you're welcome.  Any enemy of the goblins is a friend of ours, and especially if you know, or know of, Gundren.  He's why we're here as well. "

Snoric lowered his weapon slowly, more due to his injury than any sense of caution.  His concern had fled the second the stranger had mentioned Gundren.  "You're a friend of Gundren?  He's a friend of mine too."

The gnome did not mention his understanding of the pain of banishment.  This was not the time or place, nor did he not discuss his inner pair with strangers.

Seeing the others were handling the 'tying up' of goblins, he left them to their work.  Instead he focused on once again removing the arrow from his body.  Lucky for him it wasn't as deeply embedded this time.  Yanking it out with a low gasp, he quickly tied off the wound.  It wasn't much but the wound wasn't actively bleeding so it would have to do.  The gnome was no stranger to injuries when in his workshop, the only difference here was it wasn't self-inflicted.

As the gnome finished speaking, Malice could see him bandaging a wound where an arrow had punctured him. "Torm gifted me with the ability to heal, would you like me to take a look at that?"

Yana looked over and shrugged, painfully.
"If you have plenty of healing to spare, I wouldn't be too proud to ask for a bit.  Those goblin arrows are dull and leave a painful wound."

While the others deal with the sleeping Goblins and the rescued (Did we rescue them? It feels like she kind of rescued herself?) prisoners I move into an out of the way corner and place my hand on the wall as my mind slips into Edgar's as he searches the remainder of the cave for any more Goblinoids.

Where is that Bugbear?

Summary
Edgar will fly through the unexplored portion of the cave searching for any enemies
Perception: 19 in dim light or better else 17

Malice carefully makes her way down the steps to the lower ledge, still carrying the bow and shortsword she took from her captors. Stepping up to the woman who spoke to her as she mentioned healing. Malice calling upon Torm, made a few motions with her hands as she spoke a few words and touched the woman's forearm, releasing the spell. Any visible wounds stopped bleeding and the skin stitched together as though they had never been there. "I hope this helps. You all know my name, but I haven't gotten any of yours."

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OOC:
Cure Wounds on Yana: 10HP

19:26, Today: Malice Baenrret rolled 10 using 1d8+2.  Cure Wounds on Yana.
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Yana sighed with relief as the healing magic washed over her.   She nodded to the half drow
"Many thanks, m'lady. You definitely  have the touch."
She flexed her healed arm a bit and smiled.
"I'm called Yana Whitlock, apprentice locksmith and archer.   The flamboyant lass over there is my sister, Allura. The big man with all the muscles is Solgran.  The petite lass over there is Sister Amelia.  The wounded gnome is Snoric. The scaly woman is our bard, Yulin.  And the fellow with the bird is our wizard Osman.

Well met all around"

Snoric nodded his acqueisence to Malice's offer of healing.  Since Yana had already introduced him he didn't bother.

"Seem to be a bit of an arrow pincushion.  You'd think I'd be a smaller target for all these goblin arrows but they always seem to find me.  I probably need to buy a shield."

"Snoric, take it as a compliment like me and my sister, they see you as a threat and so."  Allura pulls the arrow from herself and tosses it down.

"No need for healing here, least not yet. So Malice, have you seen Gundren. He wouldn't happen to be up there where you came from would he ?"

She drops the weapons and things collected from the tied up goblins in a pile for the others.

"Thank you, for healing my sister." She says a bit more quietly.

Solgran had seen the drow woman fight on their side, so she was friend-enough until she did something to reclassify herself as something else. With others going to work on the goblins, and seeing to their own wounded, Solgran rushed to toward the other bound form on the upper ledge, to loose his bonds and see what aid they might be in need of.

The fact that this new woman was part drow meant nothing to him. He knew the stories, sure, but he was a judge of character via actions, not rumors and stories. Good and evil came in all shapes, sizes, and colors. She proved that point when she mentioned her following of Torm's teachings, and then proceeded to heal his companions.

As he worked on freeing the bound man, Solgran nodded toward Malice as Allura introduced him, "A follower of Ilmater's teachings, myself."

As the man stands after the half drow released him, the group recognize the human as Sildar, the human that was with Gundren the last time you saw him. He smiled as he rubbed his hands. "I'm glad to see you all." He looked on as the group bound the sleeping goblins who eventually woke. The two sisters returned with two struggling goblins from the bridge, cursing in their language.

The quietest was the large one who had a look of concentration

Sildar looked around the room and sighed. "They must have taken my gear with Gundren....damn goblins." He looked at them with a fierce look.

The large goblin looked at them all and surprisingly spoke in the common tongue "What you do with Yeemik and friends? You kill, do quick."

"Well since you insist !"

Bowing my head just slightly to Allura, "You're welcome. Glad to make everyone's acquaintance." Hearing Solgran mention Ilmater, "Our Gods are allies, as should we be.

Introductions out of the way, I move over to Snoric, placing my hand on his forearm, the wounds once again stemming their flow of blood, but not quite closed in the way Yana's were.

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OOC:
Action: Lay on Hands on Snoric for 5 HP, 0 remaining in my pool.

"We're glad to have found you alive, old friend. Do you know where they took Gundren?" He started to ask something else when the goblin suddenly joined in the conversation.

"What we do has not been decided. If you honestly want to die, we have those who will happily do so. I doubt that is so. We came here to rescue our friends, not to kill goblins for sport. Where was the dwarf taken?" If Sildar knew the answer to where Gundren had been taken, then speaking with the goblins was rather unnecessary. If he did not, then the goblins were their best source of information on Gundren's whereabouts.
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Allura simply sneers, glad in fact that Solgran stepped in, and takes on her role simply glaring menacingly at the large goblin.

Opening her eyes wide so the full blue light brightens the cavern just a tiny bit as she sets her eyes on Yeemik ?

The human shrugged. "I dunno. They were pretty excited by the map Gundren had. The bugbear was orderd by the black spider, whoever or whatever that is, to catch himand he was  to be sent to him. We were seperated a day or so ago...not an hour or so later they brought her in..." Indicating Malice

The large goblin, you suspect as Yeemik, pales at the barbarian, his bloodied sword in hand as he speaks to him. He puts on a brave front, but all can see teh fear in his eyes and his trembling. "Yeemik want to live, his clan to live. Where small noisy dwarf went we don't know. Klarg in charge."

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OOC: Everyone paying attention to the conversation and the goblin roll an insight check

20:56, Today: Allura Whitlock rolled 16 using 1d20.  Insight.

Amalia was coming back with one of the goblins retrieved from the scouting position, Allura bringing the other and she deposited him semi gently on the ground when Malice was being introduced to the group. The cleric smiled when Yana introduced her as a sister, but that was a mistake that she needed to correct.

Well met Malice, I am Amalia, but I do not deserve the title of sister. I am barely a novice in the service of the White Lady, Selune.

Pointing to her familiar perched on her shoulder, she introduced her.

And this is Ophelia.

The big goblin spoke in surprisingly good common and she could only nod in approval when Solgran detailed their communal quest. She had no intention of killing more than necessary to ensure their survival after all.

"Well met, Amalia and Ophelia. It is a pleasure to meet you both."

Listening to the conversation between the others and the goblin, Malice pays extra attention when the goblin speaks to try and determine the intentions behind his words.

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OOC:
Insight: 17

21:58, Today: Malice Baenrret rolled 17 using 1d20+2.  Insight.

Yana turned a suspicious ear to the goblins babbling,  while keeping an eye out for trouble

OOC: 22:02, Today: Yana Whitlock rolled 16 using 1d20+1.  Insight

Nope. 22:03, Today: Solgran Farnzythe rolled 3 using 1d20+1.  Insight.