Tarbat barely felt the cut across his stomach that goblin left as it rode by on it’s gecko. He felt the anger rising within and spun about, swinging his earthbreaker over head, the forces of his body spinning and the weight of the hammer rising over head meeting in the center of his torso. Years of practice making the maneuver second nature. The spiked side of the hammer hit squarely in the middle of the big gecko’s head, gore splatters everywhere and the slimy mount collapses beneath the goblin.
Tarbat grins savagely. This gobin won’t be getting away. His companions and he continue fighting the goblin leader and it quickly falls.
Tarbat lets the rage slip away and feels his body grow heavy for a few moments as he adjusts to not being fueled by anger.
He smiles at his companions and thumps Orrick on the back. “Good fight everybody. Good fight!”
The others search the dead for loot, except for Elomir, who seems to be have wounded his arm in the fight. Trogdar and his hill people god will fix it.
Tarbat eyes the other doors, the post-anger lassitude faded, and readies himself for more enemies.
The party heads back through the temple to find the way down into the demon woman’s lair. After several unoccupied rooms Tarbat opens a door to find a table laid across the entrance and is shot in the arm with an arrow. He pulls it out and says ‘That was a mistake’.
Orrick and he push the table out of the way and Tarbat charges in and explores the space with his earthshaker. His companions follow behind and quickly the monk is dead and the female mage faces them, crying her companion’s name and pointing a wand at Orrick.
With a sob she turns the wand to her own head and kills herself.
Tarbat can tell that Orrick is shaken by this and gives him a gruff yet companionable punch to the arm.
After the others finish looting again, they venture through the secret door that was partially open. Steps lead down and so the group goes.
The area below seems to be part of a much older complex. The floor is buckled and tilted as if from an upheaval of the earth itself. Tarbat shudders at the thought of what magic could have caused this.
They come to a spot in the hall where the floor is not covered in debris and dust and two statues holding polearms are in niches in the wall on either side.
Trogdar is sure this is a trap of some sort. Tarbat leaps across easily and continues on. His companions do not follow…. It appears their legs are too weak to propel them across the small section of hallway, so Tarbat leaps back across and Orrick and he each grab a side of the dwarf and toss him across.
From a door down the hall Tarbat hears an evil giggle! Again his mighty thews bunch below him and he leaps across the very short and easily-leapable section of hallway. He dashes up the hall and stands before the door, hammer ready.
Behind him his companions build some sort of bewildering rope contraption to get the others across the trapped portion of the hallway. Somehow, despite this, Orrick sets off the trap. Two portcullises fall down on either side fo him, blocking him within the hall. Then the figures in their niches chop into him repeatedly with their polearms. Then the floor hinges open and drops his apparently dead body into the depths.
Trogdar would like to go and help Orrick but first the demon woman must be dealt with.
He opens the door and in the large chamber within is the demon woman. Her beauty is incredible, except for her arm, which is a twisted and scaly abomination.
She waves her hand and summons another cursed flying fear hound! Aaargh!
The beast let lose it’s howl and much to his disgust, the creature’s magic turns Trodgar’s bowels to liquid. He drops his hammer and flees back down the hallway, gibbering and panicked, but not so panicked that he doesn’t easily leap over the very short section of trapped hallway.
Behind him most of his companions also flee, though later Tarbat finds out that the stalwart halfling, Dara, held his ground and killed the howling hound with one shot of his crossbow.
As Tarbat is running he hears Trogdar call out to his god and then a wave of magical energy seems to pass through Tarbat, washing away the fear he felt.
He quickly turns around and races back towards the demon woman.
She has moved out of the room and is following his friends down the hall, waves of dark energy pulsate out of her, striking the others and causing them to cry out in pain.
Tarbat runs toward her, dodging at the last moment to tumble past her. She swings wildly at him with the black sword she wields but misses and then Tarbat is back in the room and scoops up his hammer.
Back into the hallway to fight the demon woman. Tarbat sees that Elomir has fallen and as he watches in horror he sees Trogdar attempt to leap the trapped portion of the hallway, only to fall into the trap and down into the pit.
After a few solid hits with his earthbreaker the demon woman flees. Tarbat follows and catches her with another blow to her spine, bringing her down. He quickly smashes her head with the hammer to be sure she is dead.
A lever on the wall of the room opens the pit trap and below both Orrick and Trogdar are alive and they climb out of the trap.
Trogdar calls upon his god and revives Elomir. The party gather up what loot they can and set up a camp for a well deserved rest.