"There's your reward for villainy!"
Brogar draws his sword and trots up to the fallen foe.

Ari cheers in delight at Brogar's wonderful spear cast! He then turns to get a closer look at the cultist's hostage.

Aiden load yet another bullet and looses at the remaining hobgoblin. (1d20=6 -1 for range 5)

The stone sails far off the mark. He lets out a cry "Blast!"

Brogar: You find the cultist face down and bloody, he is obviously dead.

Ari decides to collect his bow before talking to the hostage, leaving the honor to Donovan to begin.

The captive is a wiry young man with straw blonde hair. One eye is swollen and blacked and he his obviously bruised and battered. Somewhat shakily he nods at the Father "Thank you, I thought for sure I was a dead man. The cultists wanted sacrifice me, and the Hobgoblins wanted me for some sort of arena. They argued endlessly over how I was to die."

Brogar retrieves and cleans the spear on the cultists skirts and then begins to search him.

Donovan looks him over for any serious injuries with a cursory glance and says,"are you from Last Keep?  How and where you captured?  I am Father Donovan Nevalaps and these are my stalwart companions; Quobbles, Ari, Brogar, and Aiden."

Quobbles nods to the hostage: "Well met."

He looks nervously over his shoulder.

"Does anyone else think it might be a good idea to get after that last HobGob, and stop him setting up a welcoming committee at The Halls?"

Ari arrives back in time to hear Quobbles's question.

He shakes his head, "I am not sure how much danger we are in, seeing as how these two factions were bickering. Besides, we are still two days from the Halls, they cannot yet divine our purpose. Perhaps we are merely a travelling circus troup!"

Eying the tree line, "But, I think we can count on the fact that our fleeing friend will return as quick as he can with a lot of his comrades. Perhaps we should make like a tree – and leaf! I would not like a hoard of Goblins dogging our steps to the very Halls themselves!"

Turning to Donovan, "What say you Father?"

Brogar:
Your find a small note written in the common tounge "Do not let them take this one back to their holdfast in the goblin caverns. Their contract allows them only a small portion of captives and they have got greedy. We are paying them a small fortune, see that they do as they are told. We only need them until we can reclaim the monastery and find a way to control the Death Knights, then we shall show Gog and his band the price of arrogance."

Also upon the course you find a small pouch that contains 5gp and 10sp. He is also wearing a small amulet, a black circle carved of onyx.

Donovan:
The captive nods "My name is William, yes I am from Last Keep. They came upon me when I was sleeping two days ago, I was out hunting. I am not sure where I was in relation to here though, we got lost. The robed man said we should go one way the hobgoblins did the opposite just outta spite."

Quobbles clicks his fingers gleefully upon hearing Brogar read out the note.

"Sounds like dissent in the ranks of evil!  This should be a walkover.  Death Knights?  Childish natter."

He prises the spear out of the mutilated hobgoblin.  

"William, if you'll care to join us,  I say we press on immediately.  It's time for you to revenge yourself.  You might take this."

He hefts the scimitar and passes it to the battered man.

Quobbles then spits in a non-committal manner.

"And if nobody wants that worthless looking onyx trinket, I could do with making myself look pretty."

"Everyone, grab what you can and we should leave the area immediately," Donovan says as he assesses the situation.

Looking to the hunter he says, "it is best if you come with us away from the immediate area, William.  Then you can decide your course of action."

"Quobbles," Donovan says, "find us a quick way out of this area please.  We'll follow your lead."

Brogar picks up what he can before working a few quick moments to wreck whatever the party does not pick up.  He mutters a few words about not leaving the enemy usable stuff and the gods of good being good to them all.

Ari takes the one Hobgoblin's crossbow and bolts and offers them to William, "Friend, I think these will be needed before you are safely home again."

He then slings his backpack and falls back into the marching order in front of Donovan.