Together the adventurers, Eoffram and the Fallcrest Guard members wend their way across Five Arch Bridge and in to the city proper, here and there are signs of the Goblins’ passing, although in all honesty the signs are few and far between already – a little spilt blood on the road, a scorch mark here and there, an abandoned helm.
Eoffram chats –
It seems the creatures had a plan, what I mean to say is that several of the attacks served as feints, they had a target. At present we believe that 30 members of the public met their ends this evening, with twice as many left injured. The guard, and several more experienced citizens – such as yourselves, accounted for perhaps fifty dead Goblins… and an Ogre of course.
As I was saying – the Goblins seemed to have had a plan. While the Guard were kept busy fighting off the smaller attacks, a group of the rascals made their way to the Hall of Great Valour… for those of you that don’t know, the Hall is a museum attached to the temple of Erathis here in Fallcrest – a kind of civic storeroom.
It’s not really a military target, as I say – a storeroom is a pretty apt description – it’s the place we keep heirlooms and relics from the city’s past – its history, of sentimental value only you understand, for the citizens to visit – not that many do.
Eoffram pulls up short-
Look it’s a dusty room at the back of the Church of Erathis crammed with <ahem> junk, and looked after by a doddery old man called Sertanian, why it should be targeted…
Eoffram looks bereft of ideas, he walks on.
The thing is we don’t even know what was taken, if anything – there’s a catalogue of the materials within but… alas the Goblins set fire to the place, there’s nothing left of the paperwork, and Sertanian…
Eoffram looks suddenly very serious.
…Sertanian was one of the ones taken.
Which causes the procession to halt, Eoffram pulls up short again, turns to face the adventurers.
Which brings me to my first request; best guess seven citizens of Fallcrest were ‘taken’ by the Goblins- we don’t know if this was planned or… Well, we just don’t know. Obviously we’d like them back, and we’re willing to pay – we will not have our citizens taken from the streets of their home.
Eoffram slams his fist in to the palm of his hand.
We will pay 500 gold coins for the return of all seven citizens, what say you to this?
Eoffram asks, to nods and moans of assent from the adventurers, Eoffram goes on.
Sertanian: An aged male human, the Curator of the Hall of Great Valour. Sertanian is the only person who can identify the treasures from the Hall of Great Valour on sight – they’ve been his responsibility for years afterall.
Jalissa: A young female human Acolyte of Ioun, she was visiting Fallcrest and had only been in the city for two or three days, she was praying at the Church of Erathis – which encompasses a small shrine to Ioun.
Mirtala: A female human Cook who was also praying at the temple of Erathis when the Goblins struck.
Zerriksa: A female human crone, she portrays herself as a Wise-Woman, selling trinkets and items to ward away evil spirits, or else poultices and potions to mend or to charm; many believe Zerriksa to be some sort of Witch. She was reportedly taken from the same location as Kartenix and his son.
Adronsius: A male dwarven Alchemist, again caught running an errand. Witnesses state they saw him being beaten and dragged off, I presume this may be something to do with the Goblins’ hatred of his race.
Eoffram walks on.
We would also like you to recover the items taken from the Hall of Great Valour, we feel it is important that we get these back; like our citizens we will not have Goblins wandering in to our city and just taking what they want. We’re prepared to pay an additional 200gp for the return of the items, although… well, we have no idea what has been taken. You’ll need to find Sertanian first, he’ll know what they took, the old coot… I mean <ahem>, the curator is a very particular man. He’ll know for certain what, if anything, has been taken. Well, do we have a deal?
Again the adventurers assent.
Eoffram looks up, stops walking.
The obvious question of course is where are the Goblins, the citizens and the items – well, that’s where this bastard comes in…
Eoffram has walked the adventurers through the city to the Fallcrest City Hall. The building serves a second function – it’s also the city jail; he leads the group in, past nodding Watch members and other workers, all of whom are rushing around- busy in the aftermath.
Past more guards and in to a much more martial area, the jail.
We captured a Goblin alive, he says his name is Morrick, I’m hoping you can find out what you need to know from him…
Kyalia interjects –
A large warband like this, and especially if they have taken prisoners with them, should not be too hard to track. I can look for signs of their passing. Maybe this could give us a general idea as to where they might have gone. Either way, it might help to prove whether this Morrick is speaking the truth, if he does speak, that is.
Ah-shahran nods at Kyalia’s words.
Ah, tracking. Seems I’ve done that a time or two. I should be able to lend a hand." Looking to Eoframm, he adds "We’ll get them captives free.
Freggo, alas, is a little disappointed –
Ah… so… no dragons then? Well, ah, yes, I suppose rescuing kidnapped citizens is heroic too. Sounds good. I thought someone said something about what the Goblins were wearing?
The Goblins were wearing? Do you mean the ‘Red Hand’ badges?
Eoffram asks, and then answers his own question –
Apparently they were shouting about the Hand, damn miscreants. Still, did you see, many of them had the insignia on upside down. There’s something odd going on here – I’m certain.
Eoffram nods towards a door ahead – clearly it leads in to the jail proper.
Perhaps you could persuade him to give up a few of his secrets, although let me caution you – he must be in one piece, this fellow will stand trial for his crimes.
The adventurers are lead through the door in to the cells by a Guard, there’s a lone Goblin in a cell here, with a pair of Guardsmen watching on. His wounds have been bandaged.
Morrick, the captured Goblin, takes one weary look at the adventurers and states-
I ain’t saying nothin’ unless you people let me go.
He speaks Common, which is a relief.
The Guardsman hands over the key to the cell door…
We’ll see about that…
Kali states, the big man grins – which is unnerving.