She ties them together and knocks them out.

While Arrielle dealt with the rogue, the gobliness joined with the rest of her tribe, who had hogtied the dwarf with their shoddy kilts and are now clamouring loudly in their unintelligible tongue, some of them holding their comically oversized disks in one hand while pointing at their balls, which are a number of shades bluer than the surrounding skin, while a few others turn their victim over and point at his own, slightly less impressive equipment. The gobliness herself is ignoring the ruckus and mounting the dwarves shoulders, making a beeline for his head.

Not particularly interested in watching a goblin orgy, Arrielle interjects herself into the chaos. "There's more where that came from, if you help me." all the goblins turn their heads towards her, but only the female, now sitting with her nude crotch grinding straight into her captive's face, seems to understand her. "You mean pretty girl in black? With knives?"

"Her, yes. But others too. I've got the warlock that you injured tied up back in the forest, and the cleric too. Plenty of holes to go around." Goblins only really care about two things: survival, and sex. Some of the older members of her clan had even believed that they were the same thing, that goblins required sex to survive.

"What need help with? You have itch to scratch, perhaps? We enjoy scratch itch."

"Not quite - but I think you'll enjoy this even more." Quickly, Arrielle outlines her plan to the goblins, the gobliness translating sentence by sentence. As she expected, they are very enthusiastic about her suggestions, and hop to work as soon as she finishes, fetching the other party members and dragging them across the river, and collecting large bundles of venomous creeper, a far more potent version of poison ivy. It takes a few minutes to get the 4 adventurers set up correctly and twenty or so more for the goblins to have their fun, but once everything is ready, she steps back to appreciate the scene that they've created.

A hole has been torn in the crotch of the rogue's catsuit, allowing access to her pussy, first for a swarm of goblins, and now for the dwarf, whose ass her legs are tied behind - lodging a rather thick stick in his loosened backdoor. Due to his short stature, his head comes only up to her newly unconstrained tits, which have been pulled through two more slightly undersized holes in the latex, in order to make them bulge out just a little. Small sticks have been placed on either side of her nipples and tied together tightly with strips of leather from the goblins' clothing to create makeshift clamps, which are further tied together with a strip running behind the dwarf's head to trap it inside her cleavage, made sweaty from exertion during the fight.

Behind the rogue is the warlock, relieved of her provocative clothing following a rather **** striptease executed by a threesome of goblin puppet-master-wannabees, and tied up facing into the rogue's back. A second stick runs from within her cunt to deep within her comrade's ass, this one coated in some crushed venomous creeper by the gobliness, who has a rather sadistic touch. The dwarf's hands are tied on top of her bare boobs by a set of makeshift ropes running in a harness behind her back, squashing her flesh down harshly. Her nipples are arranged to pass between his fingers, and once again tied in nipple clamps, this time using said fingers in lieue of the sticks.

Above the three of them is the cleric, her legs wrapped tightly around the warlock's neck, forcing her pushy back into the other's mouth and her clip to rub against the other's nose. Every breath the warlock takes, through either orifice, stimulates her more and more. Her rounded breasts dangle in front of the rogue's head, and both her nipples are tucked into the same's mouth, a particularly thin piece of cloth tied around the left one's base, crossing over to the right and around the back of her head, and then tied at the other end to the right one, forcing them together and keeping them inside the warm, succulent embrace of her lips.

The use of venomous creeper keeps the four moving constantly, trying to escape the incessant itching, and in their squirming they begin to pleasure each other, gradually working up to a huge joint orgasm. But as they reach the edge, Article gives them a nudge with her foot, knocking the top-heavy arrangement to the ground with a satisfying 'clunk'. 4 pop-ups appear, each identical to the others.

'You have been defeated and there is no one left in your party to revive you. Respawning at the closest safe area.'