After the battle in the bramble, we decided to rest. The toil of battle diminished our resolve, thus we returned to the goblin hideaway and made camp.
Knowing that I was most valorous, I took first watch. I diligently scanned the dark of night for hours on end. Sometime in my shift, I heard a growling sound. Knowing that the light of the campfire would reveal the source of the growl, I slipped back towards the camp. At this point, I was beset by a great cat. It tried in vain to attack me, but I quickly dispatched it. I tried to awake my side-kicks,looking to receive praise for my great heroics, but they were slow to rise. The halfling was quick to his feet, but Drewson took forever to arise. Even once risen, he decided to take the rest of the night to gird himself. However, in his efforts to equip his chainmail, he noticed a goblin emerge from the brambles. While he did not prove himself in combat, at least his eyes proved worthy companions. Anyway, this goblin wielded flame as I wield my swords and daggers. I quickly turned, dropping my sword, notching an arrow and letting it take flight. It struck true, forcing the goblin to return to the thicket.. but not before whispering the spidery words of magic. The plants around my feet rose and entangled me. The halfling seemed unaffected. Drewson, stubborn as ever, continued to gird himself. The goblin appeared again, and I loosed yet another shot. Like the first, it struck. Understanding the futility of combat with such a graceful marksman, the goblin decided to end his life.
Little did the goblin know that we would momentarily spare his life in turn for information. We found the name of the imp to be Gomert. Gomert was charged to guard the Thistletop since banished from the keep. It seems that he and his warchief did not see eye to eye. He told us of the goblins led by Ripnugget, but also of a few humans taking league as well. A woman (who I assume is Nualia), a half-elf (obviously Tsuto, but little does he know that Tsuto was captured by my hand), a silent man in armor, and a dark-skinned woman that harnessed fire to burn goblins. With a more detailed list of possible personnel, the goblin showed us the way through the thicket. Drewson rewarded the goblin with a swift death. Seeing the rope bridge, and likewise the citadel perched on the rise of the island, we knew our task of reconnaissance complete and returned to Sandpoint.
There, we met with the mayor. She was concerned with the dread tidings and urged us to return and clear the hive of villainy. We inquired about possible help, but the town offered only cowardice. Drewson also seemed to waver when contemplating returning. His “god” of war and strength must have looked down on him with pity. I urged him to remember his role, and he relented to return to Thistletop. Before we left, I desired a new blade as my old was stained with the filthy blood of goblins. Being generous, I bartered with the blacksmith, earning Drewson a new hammer, shield and breastplate, while I took a beautiful new sword. From there, we journeyed back to the den of evil.
A short while later, we again saw the goblin keep. Under the cover of night, we began our assult. Drewson led the way across the bridge. Upon coming up to the keep, my expert eye noticed that it was fully constructed of scavenged wood, possibly from ships. A group of goblins played a crude game with a captured gull. The front doors stood ajar. We entered without drawing the attention of the preoccupied goblins. The keep was poorly constructed, many rooms served no purpose whatsoever. At some doors, we could hear the sounds of goblins fighting and yelling, but perhaps only in practice. I did find a room full of sleeping goblins, maybe 15 or 20 if I correctly recall. Like the reaper himself, I dispatched them all. It was at this point that I suggested that we ascend the guard towers to rid possible lookouts. The halfling tagged along, but I am not sure why. The first tower was guarded by two sleeping goblins. They shared the same fate as their friends. We ventured through a few more doors close by. We came to a courtyard, filled with the vile goblindogs. Out of mercy, we crushed them. We ventured further, coming across the latrine. It was there that the halfling impressed me, pointing out a wall. I examined this wall, finding that it was false. Inside the small chamber, a chest. I scanned the chest, and then unlocked it. Somehow, in my haste, I over looked a small blade that caught my hand. While it hurt, it was indeed worth the effort. In the chest we found:
- 3 Platinum Pieces
- 89 Gold Pieces
- 2,490 Silver Pieces
- 7,432 Copper Pieces
- Leather Pouch – 34 flawed malachite gems
- Medium Chain Shirt
- Medium Scimitar of very fine quality
- Pair of Manacles – very fine quality
- Golden Holy Symbol of Sarenrae
- A Jade Necklace
- A Blue Silk Gown
This was truly the treasure of the Thistletop tribe.
The other tower proved a bit more difficult. First off, I ordered Drewson to cover the main doors, closing and locking them as I began my assault. As I planned to burst through the trapdoor in the tower, the halfling got anxious and tried to climb past me. This caused me to fall. I could hear the sounds of the halfling’s failure as I angrily arose and flew up the stairs. He was letting them live much too long, their howls possibly alerting the keep. Once up top, I brushed him aside and felled the goblins. Down below, I could see that Drewson actually did his part, shutting the main doors. We had to strike quickly. I ordered my lackeys accompany me towards the dissident goblin shouts. As we approached, we witnessed the horrors of the goblins’ butchery. Sickening. It was then that I urged Drewson enter what turned out to be Ripnugget’s throne room. He spoke something as he opened the door. Not willing to let the halfling foil my plans, I rushed past Drewson. In the room, I noticed two goblins. One seemed to be singing (if you can call it that) and the other was mounted on a large lizard. I rushed the lizard, dealing it terrible damage. Drewson ran in, but was grappled by goblins that fell from the ceiling. With my assistance, he finally freed himself. The large goblin charged Drewson, but the warrior felled his mount. The halfling started to sing, which surprisingly inspired me. With this motivation, I laid the large goblin to rest. Quickly thereafter, I rushed and likewise killed the other. How pitiful a struggle. I hardly remember the fight, except for the ease of my blade against my foes.
For my trouble, I found:
- 2 Potions
- A breastplate of fine quality
- A magical Dogsliger
- A Dogslicer of fine quality
- A Dented Crown
- A Key Ring
- A Wand
- A Studded Leather
- A Potion
- A Short Bow
- A Short Sword
- 2 Fire Cougar Pelts
- A Silver Holy Symbol of Lemashtu
This was of course, after ransacking the keep. We did revisit the courtyard, where we found a pathetic war horse. It looked as though the goblins were starving it, hoping for a meal. Yet another trophy in the tale of my heroism.
Knowing that my companions were spent, I decided to lead them back to town. We shall soon return to Thistletop. After all, not everyone is as resilient as Chalmers.