Heatmonth 15th 8:05 AM, 289 of the 29th age. With the Warren chanting outside we backed away from the windows and quickly made our way down to the 2nd and then 1st floor. The faster party members were eating up ground, hitting the store down here. It was a finished art store, pictures, slate, canvas. 2 front facing windows. Massing goblins outside. Already 3 ranks, more coming. “Gotta get that Hwa’cha disabled,” Connal muttered.
Display table was upended, Nate showing it in one of the windows. Darius locked the door. We were going to rush out there, was the thought. Then the back ranks began hurling sling bullets, half pound hunks of lead, spinning wildly through the air. Table, doors, shelves. Shattered glass, forced us to get low, give ground.
A wind wall shot out, slamming into the ruined art store, sending broken glass to soar about, cutting everyone half a dozen or more times. Shim actually went airborne, almost whisked away but was safely grabbed and brought back down. We backed up to the stairs. Wilhelm had some spells he could try to cast on Connal.
IN VAS FLAM GRAV POR
The air outside ignited and a Fireball smashed through the front door and exploded. The entire floor shook, the building ground, and super hot fire race up the stairs engulfing Nate briefly as well as blowing out the front door, ending the conflagration just shy of the gathered goblins. Wilhelm cast Jump on Connal who ran as fast as he could for the roof access. Looking out the front window, we could not account for one of the giant spiders.
Another Fireball raced out, hitting the ground floor again, causing the structure to lurch and if anyone was still down there, they’d have been vaporized. Taking aim, Eoghan loaded up his last Thunderbird Arrow, arced back (the entire air seemed to slow down, ozone racing through the sky and igniting the ranger from behind and beneath), took aim, and fired.
And a single 60 hp stroke of Lightning blew away from the range, consuming his Uller bow, lancing into the street, and obliterating a spider rider and the Lolthian steed it was riding, leaving a smoking crater behind. The goblins close to that were quieted but the sudden and brutal death wasn’t enough to stop the overall chanting. Connal made it to the roof, shoving the trap door open and then lowering it in place. Goblins were racing around, lining up, getting in order, and coming to the building. The group was seriously overmatched.
And then the goblins called out some complex spell and the entire front of the building turned to mud, 2 stories worth of cladding and stone face slid out and away, crashing to the street below, leaving the 2nd and 3rd floors wide open.
FIRE!!
And the Hwa’cha to the west fired, sending 100 bolts streaming across the air and smashing into the party, tearing through everyone rank by rank. Most everyone was terribly wounded but Nate gave up his life, shifting his shield from himself to Shim, saving the gnome but dooming himself, the fighter/thief hitting negative hit points and then dead.
And then sling stones followed, ripping into the room, knocking armor and people wildly all over. Shim shot off a magic missile spell at a spell caster but it was stopped by a shield spell. A Lolthian spider crawled into the open floor and viciously attacked Wilhelm, the fangs pouring poison into the druid’s veins, the elf staggering but still alive. From outside one of the goblin spell casters was casting cloudburst on the burning 1st floor. Eoghan pulled out his hook and hook possible long bow.
Connal made his way eastward over building and gaps, running for the still 2nd unfired Hwa’Cha, his invisibility holding. Two demonic bats swarmed into the area, watching the fight unfold in the building. The spider’s venom continued to eat at Wilhelm, the druid falling over dead. Somewhere in the mess, a goblin shamen yelled out Hellfire Transport, and a 9 count of goblin warriors were transported to the open 2nd floor, doing battle with the group. Wilhelm’s animals were going nuts, tearing and shredding the goblins here. The goblin’s outside were given the order and a 30 count charged the first burned out floor.
Bit by bit, the party began falling. Hit points whittling away. The bodies hit the ground but appeared shadowy, as if not entirely there. Connal throttled the first goblin on the dead man switch, watching more goblins enter the warren from the lower warren, 40 more advancing. As the goblins around his were punching and hitting, he pulled the trigger and the Hwa’Cha fired – sending bolts and arrows INTO the building, but this time spearing and killing the Transported goblins there. He climbed up to the top and JUMPED back to the building, as sling stones and giant spiders gave chase.
To stop the press of bodies coming to the stairs, Shim cast a summons – getting a Gelatinous Cube – which he proceeded to gum up the stairs with, stopping the goblins from coming up from below. Darius fumbled, losing his axe while fighting a Lolthian spider but he lunged forward , shoving and pushing, trying to man handle the massive arachnid off the building. Healing was doled out but we were losing.
Shim called out, “I cast Lovitar’s Spell!” and the spider was hit with 5 instant waves of cascading pain. This allowed Darius the chance to hoist the spider up and SHOVE it off the building. He grabbed his axe and another wave of HELL FIRE TRANSPORT shot out, and 8 more goblins hit the party from the front. The fighter was critically struck in the chest and killed instantly.
Connal managed to dance and dodge his way over, an errant Hold Person spell hit his ring and slid off, protecting him. He slid down the front of the building and swung in, daggers and fists flailing. There were maybe 5 of us left, Connal tried to grab Wilhelm’s pack, the druid very shadowy, using the etheric gloves – instead it felt like he was being pulled in, the skin hot.
A fast decision was made as the goblins massed for a final overwhelming wave. Spells were coming through the open walls, sling bullets smashing everywhere. The last 5 of us linked up and Connal plunged his enchanted gauntlets into the shadowy outline of his friends.
And the 5 of them were transported through the edge of the elemental Plane of Fire to land with a rolling crunch in some desert. Cactus. Odd colored sky, hot. 2 suns. A single wigwam was here. We crawled towards it and there were all our friends who had died, and 5 others. An oversized coyote, an oversized raven, and 3 native americans. A large muscled one, chisled good looks, and a bare chest wearing a shirt with sleeves only covered in fringes. A slightly older one shorter, mad glint in his eye and sparks on his teeth. And a much older one, grizzled and wrinkled, long greying hair but kind face.
They were Stoneribs, Geronimo, and Ghostbear. They had been watching us for some time, waiting to see if we were brave enough to eventually face the Sword Bitch, Queen Helen. Bear alerted the spirits that strangers had come to the cave over 2 weeks ago. Raven came up with a plan to steal some of our life force each night. Coyote planted a spinel as treasure in his lair and we picked it up. Each night, the spinel would siphon a bit of out life force to Coyote who would then bring it to Ghostbear who would bag it for us. They had multiple medicine bags.
If we die, we would come back the next day a bit more hurt and weak, but still alive. In fact everyone who had died had lost a permanent constitution point. And some of us had more permanent injuries (scars, sores, hunches, no tongue). The bravery sense was not given to the few who had ridden with Connal to here in the Umbra – but they would have a chance to prove themselves later.
While here, 24 hours, they can sleep, study, pray. But, they cannot open anything with a seal to it, and food and water will taste as ash. But they did know how to find the guardian of the earth gate and would go with us to sneak there tomorrow.