This week moves on to find out a surprising revelation as the hobgoblin threat approaches. But there is a revelation with the hobgoblins which causes this weeks adventure to escalate further and the mission changes quite rapidly.
So let’s sit down, grab a coffee and meet this threat head on.
The Hobgoblin Threat
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Search parties departed and followed the infrequent and nearly non-existent tracks left by the attackers. After searching the bodies they found a mixture of goblins and orcs had been amongst the bodies. However the injuries on the bodies of the guards were too accurate and efficient for normal goblin and orc swings.
As the party guarded the wagon Sal looked nervously around and several of the Iron Harvest guard leaders spoke to her in hushed whispers. The Wagon was filled with thousands of gold pieces worth in weapons and armour and the shock of the attacks from the night before and the mystery in how no one in the camp had heard what had happened had the camp nervous.
However as the sound of thundering hooves reached them from between the trees nearby as muffled shouts came. A horse burst from the trees only two hundred feet from where they stood and they saw that it was one of the scouts riding back. The man was barely holding onto the reigns of the horse as it powered towards the camp. “We are under attack!” the man called as an arrow whizzed past him and buried itself in the dirt.
Soon the figures of hobgoblins appeared at the edge of the forest as a volley of arrows reached the back of the guard, his face contorted into a silence scream as he fell from the horse who rode past the party – stumbling from both exhausting and a few arrows that had missed the light barding of his coat.
Soon the hobgoblins were rushing forward, goblins and some orcs were amongst their ranks but it was clear that the hobgoblins were in charge and that they had orchestrated the attack last night. As the guards clashed with goblin, orc and hobgoblin the party fended off a few creatures as arrows crashed against them and the wagon. Soon the guards were falling back and a gap emerged between them and the wagon. Sal drew a blade and a small shield from next to where she sat and she joined the party. After a moment several other guards, all experienced captains ran to aid in the defence of the wagon.
“Surrender the princess, enough of this trickery. Give her up and spare your lives!” a lean, well armoured hobgoblin called from the front lines of the battle. As he called, several guards rushed at him, cursing and rejecting his offer. A few swift sword strokes saw those guards lose their heads with deft, deep blows.
“Sal, we need to retreat. Get on the wagon and let’s get out of here.” one of the guards called. Nodding but hesitant Sal climbed into her seat, the party grabbing onto the wagon as they dashed away, some guards throwing themselves at the attackers who gave chase.
“Stop that wagon!” roared the hobgoblin leader as the sounds of horns mixed with the blood chilling sound of guttural howls as the outriders of the hobgoblin army rushed forward to cut them off. The sound of crashing armour, breaking bones and howls of pain from goblins, beast and man heralded that they were not quick enough and soon worgs were circling them, waiting for the signal.
The next step in this adventure, the source of the attacks, the mastermind behind the assaults and the precise brutality of the hobgoblin leader. But don’t forget that we wont stop there and we have a few nights to go. So don’t forget to come back each night this week and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
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