The meal is ready when you arrive to the tower after a long day out. Young goblins barely 3 years old move around making a nuisance of themselves. The women are talking and preparing for the events that will come later.
The excitement is almost palpable.
As each of you enters Hiss beckones you to the deeper part of the complex. A meeting with the Boss it seems.
"Hiya gals," Snizram says to the lady goblins preparing the food on his way into the tower. "Seems like somethin' excitin' going on. Know what all tha fuss is?"
Hiss's voice cracks like a whip. " Get in here you dunk-eaters..."
Belch reveals himself and with a smile says, "How'd you know I was here?"
He hustles by and walks into step next to the female mentioning the wolves, saying in a low, almost conspiratorial tone, "So, werewolves, eh? Tell us more - you can trust us to not talk - none of us are old and boring - we want to hear more!"
Then, in a whisper so that only she could hear, "Why'd Boss send you out?"
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Júhk stuffs his face with every kind of fried mushroom on the table, if there aren´t any mushrooms. He will just eat dry bread and meat. "So Boss... What is so important that i have to socialize?.. Not to be rude against the boss, but i hate all of your guts and want to be left alone with my mould! Unless it is something really important of course.."
Perception to hear Belch: 7As Belch utters the words "old and boring" Júhk wakes up from his shroomdream. "RESPECT YOUR ELDERS!", Júhk shouts before stuffing his face with more food.
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"Hiya gals," Snizram says to the lady goblins preparing the food on his way into the tower. "Seems like somethin' excitin' going on. Know what all tha fuss is?"
Tchuppa, one of the better looking female goblin kips right back at you, " Big Boss got something planned for the likes of you, and we're going to see you squirm." she opens her arms and gives a slight bow to the other laughing "ladies" around her.
Hiss's voice cracks like a whip. " Get in here you dunk-eaters..."
Belch reveals himself and with a smile says, "How'd you know I was here?"
He hustles by and walks into step next to the female mentioning the wolves, saying in a low, almost conspiratorial tone, "So, werewolves, eh? Tell us more - you can trust us to not talk - none of us are old and boring - we want to hear more!"
Then, in a whisper so that only she could hear, "Why'd Boss send you out?"
// Persuasion 17 //
The smaller goblin is at first suspicious, or rather she looks at Hiss walking in front in fear, but the temptation to retell the story is too much. "I don 't know about werewolf, ... but wouldn't be grand... " She misses a step, thinking, clearly she can't do both. Deciding that it's probably a juicier secret she says in a hushed tone. " Boss sent the .. four .. of us to scout the area and return with something to say. "
You are stopped at the stair by Hiss. She is smirking at you.
"You couldn't wait." she shakes her head but seems amused, " Get the others and come join us down there."
Júhk stuffs his face with every kind of fried mushroom on the table, if there aren´t any mushrooms. He will just eat dry bread and meat. "So Boss... What is so important that i have to socialize?.. Not to be rude against the boss, but i hate all of your guts and want to be left alone with my mould! Unless it is something really important of course.."
You have arrived a bit before the others and as you take your pick of the food Hiss and the younger ones are coming in.
"Jungar looks at you with a rather peculiar look, " Bear with me old one. " There is no disrespect in his tone but not much of patience either.
Grinzek searches the spread for a couple pieces of burnt meat, he had recently gotten a taste for overcooked flesh. He grabs two hunks of the blackened... meat (he couldn't even identify what animal it had come from), one for each hand, before heading deeper into the complex as he had been beckoned.
What have I done wrong this time? he wondered to himself, tearing bit of flesh as he walked. He braced himself for the worst as he entered the Boss' chamber.
"OKAY i will bear with you, but get on with it then. You seem just as impatient with me as i am with getting rid of you. So we are doing each other a favour here if we get this over with quickly". Júhk pockets a piece of plain bread and sits the patiently. Or.. As patiently as a grumpy old goblin can sit.
Snizram double-takes at Tchuppa's comment and concern grows on his face. I don't much like the sound of that. He eventually shrugs and continues down into the chamber at the behest of Hiss, joining Juhk and any of the others that may have gathered.
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Creega is trudging along the path from north leading back into the old ruins. As he walks he kicks at a loose stone and curses, "Don't know why have to spy to the north. Nothing there anyway, and now I probably miss evening meal." Creega is of the pariah caste and often gets sent on spying missions for the Nightrot clan. He is near the top of the caste and hopes to marry into the Gatherer caste, by helping a cook named Dagweed he has shown some future potential. Dagweed just hopes to marry off his daughter Blotmus so he will no longer have to support her.
Creega is usually dressed in patchy looking leather armor made from many small unnameable animals, most parts look old and weathered but there are some newer patches as he is constantly adding to it when he can. His skills, such as they are, involve sneaking and sniveling, planning ambushes and the like. (Rogue) He also has a crude shortbow, shortsword and couple of daggers, all scavenged over time from his spying missions.
After entering the ruins and finding a small piece of meat on the end of a stick left near one of the fires close to where Dagweed was cooking, he begins to munch hungrily on it. Dagweed points over to the stairs leading down, "You better hurry, Boss wants to see you." Chewing quickly, Creega scambles over and down the stairs, hoping he's not in too much trouble. Feeling increasingly nervous as he notices more goblins than usual gathered here, he tries to blend into the crowd near the back.
Creega remains well hidden. Hiss seems to be actively looking for the late comers from where she stands.
Jungar sits on his throne. A huge armchair dripped with rotting furs of dubious provenance he looted form the former owners chambers. At his side Hiss watches over the four squirming youngers goblin that followed her in.
"So we have decisions to make. " he says in a clear voice shutting up the few babbles still going on.
"Wolves to the North. Dwarves to the south. Broken Ear goblin clan to the east and human village to the west."
"If we want to survive and expand our territory we need to gather food and things ( you hear treasure) and allies. "
The wolves would make nice pets or addition to my chair. He chuckles, a very ugly sound.
The camp of dwarves is just a group of prospectors but they may have found a nice cave. And they always have nice things to take.
The traitorous Broken Ear clan are weak and their leader needs to be put down and the rest brought into our clan. They would makes stronger and more more.
The village can wait because it is still just a tavern but it might be a good place to get food. And have fun.
What do you think he asks.. looking at you all. After all you'll be the one going. Again he chuckles, that throaty almost sick hackle.
"WELL!" Júhk taps his finger in the table lightly, but shouts with the might of an old goblin. "I am not particularly fond of this clan. But it is better than ANY other clan.. I suppose.. I mean YES! We don´t need any backstabbing kinsmen when we are at war with just about every other race and group in this Bargrivyek-damn place."
Júhk slides down in his chair and lights up his mould filled pipe. He blows a small puff of smokes and grunts, as if to say that he has said his part.
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Roland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
"Maybe wolves be good for tribe, can go far and attack fast... and if we run out of food can always eat wolves." Creega accidentally reveals himself by piping up with an opinion, then lowers his eyes waiting to see how others respond to his comments.
"Destroy the backstabbers" Grinzek squeaks, not sure whether anyone would actually want his opinion. "The traitors must be handled before they have a chance to strike."
Snizram muses over the options lain before him. Agreeing with some of the other party members he adds, "I think we take care of the traitors first.They're smarter than some silly wolves, so I think they be the bigger threat."
Belch interjects, "Remember what boss said - take down the Broken Ear's leader and then tell confused Broken Ear goblins to join our clan. I don't think we should kill my new fans - I mean - our new clan members.... unless they don't want to join - then we break more than their ears."
The meal is ready when you arrive to the tower after a long day out. Young goblins barely 3 years old move around making a nuisance of themselves. The women are talking and preparing for the events that will come later.
The excitement is almost palpable.
As each of you enters Hiss beckones you to the deeper part of the complex. A meeting with the Boss it seems.
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"Hiya gals," Snizram says to the lady goblins preparing the food on his way into the tower. "Seems like somethin' excitin' going on. Know what all tha fuss is?"
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Júhk stuffs his face with every kind of fried mushroom on the table, if there aren´t any mushrooms. He will just eat dry bread and meat. "So Boss... What is so important that i have to socialize?.. Not to be rude against the boss, but i hate all of your guts and want to be left alone with my mould! Unless it is something really important of course.."
Perception to hear Belch: 7As Belch utters the words "old and boring" Júhk wakes up from his shroomdream. "RESPECT YOUR ELDERS!", Júhk shouts before stuffing his face with more food.
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Grinzek searches the spread for a couple pieces of burnt meat, he had recently gotten a taste for overcooked flesh. He grabs two hunks of the blackened... meat (he couldn't even identify what animal it had come from), one for each hand, before heading deeper into the complex as he had been beckoned.
What have I done wrong this time? he wondered to himself, tearing bit of flesh as he walked. He braced himself for the worst as he entered the Boss' chamber.
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"OKAY i will bear with you, but get on with it then. You seem just as impatient with me as i am with getting rid of you. So we are doing each other a favour here if we get this over with quickly". Júhk pockets a piece of plain bread and sits the patiently. Or.. As patiently as a grumpy old goblin can sit.
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Snizram double-takes at Tchuppa's comment and concern grows on his face. I don't much like the sound of that. He eventually shrugs and continues down into the chamber at the behest of Hiss, joining Juhk and any of the others that may have gathered.
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Creega is trudging along the path from north leading back into the old ruins. As he walks he kicks at a loose stone and curses, "Don't know why have to spy to the north. Nothing there anyway, and now I probably miss evening meal." Creega is of the pariah caste and often gets sent on spying missions for the Nightrot clan. He is near the top of the caste and hopes to marry into the Gatherer caste, by helping a cook named Dagweed he has shown some future potential. Dagweed just hopes to marry off his daughter Blotmus so he will no longer have to support her.
Creega is usually dressed in patchy looking leather armor made from many small unnameable animals, most parts look old and weathered but there are some newer patches as he is constantly adding to it when he can. His skills, such as they are, involve sneaking and sniveling, planning ambushes and the like. (Rogue) He also has a crude shortbow, shortsword and couple of daggers, all scavenged over time from his spying missions.
After entering the ruins and finding a small piece of meat on the end of a stick left near one of the fires close to where Dagweed was cooking, he begins to munch hungrily on it. Dagweed points over to the stairs leading down, "You better hurry, Boss wants to see you." Chewing quickly, Creega scambles over and down the stairs, hoping he's not in too much trouble. Feeling increasingly nervous as he notices more goblins than usual gathered here, he tries to blend into the crowd near the back.
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Creega remains well hidden. Hiss seems to be actively looking for the late comers from where she stands.
Jungar sits on his throne. A huge armchair dripped with rotting furs of dubious provenance he looted form the former owners chambers. At his side Hiss watches over the four squirming youngers goblin that followed her in.
"So we have decisions to make. " he says in a clear voice shutting up the few babbles still going on.
"Wolves to the North. Dwarves to the south. Broken Ear goblin clan to the east and human village to the west."
"If we want to survive and expand our territory we need to gather food and things ( you hear treasure) and allies. "
The wolves would make nice pets or addition to my chair. He chuckles, a very ugly sound.
The camp of dwarves is just a group of prospectors but they may have found a nice cave. And they always have nice things to take.
The traitorous Broken Ear clan are weak and their leader needs to be put down and the rest brought into our clan. They would makes stronger and more more.
The village can wait because it is still just a tavern but it might be a good place to get food. And have fun.
What do you think he asks.. looking at you all. After all you'll be the one going. Again he chuckles, that throaty almost sick hackle.
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"WELL!" Júhk taps his finger in the table lightly, but shouts with the might of an old goblin. "I am not particularly fond of this clan. But it is better than ANY other clan.. I suppose.. I mean YES! We don´t need any backstabbing kinsmen when we are at war with just about every other race and group in this Bargrivyek-damn place."
Júhk slides down in his chair and lights up his mould filled pipe. He blows a small puff of smokes and grunts, as if to say that he has said his part.
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"Maybe wolves be good for tribe, can go far and attack fast... and if we run out of food can always eat wolves." Creega accidentally reveals himself by piping up with an opinion, then lowers his eyes waiting to see how others respond to his comments.
"I could always use a few more friends to add to my audience," muses Belch.
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"Destroy the backstabbers" Grinzek squeaks, not sure whether anyone would actually want his opinion. "The traitors must be handled before they have a chance to strike."
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Snizram muses over the options lain before him. Agreeing with some of the other party members he adds, "I think we take care of the traitors first.They're smarter than some silly wolves, so I think they be the bigger threat."
Belch interjects, "Remember what boss said - take down the Broken Ear's leader and then tell confused Broken Ear goblins to join our clan. I don't think we should kill my new fans - I mean - our new clan members.... unless they don't want to join - then we break more than their ears."
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