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You'd have to be an idiot to sneak into the woods of Owlbear Canyon, past Sgt. Gullek's sentries, to plot escape with a clearly delusional kobold. But then again, you'd have to be an idiot to stay in Sgt. Gullek's camp, especially with rumors that Gorog himself was marching south over the pass in a few days. No matter how bad Gullek's command had been, you get the feeling that he'd be worse marching with the general.
You and thousands of others had been snatched from your homes, holes and hovels, on highways and goat trails, and pressed into Gorog's army of monsters. Many joined up willingly at the promise of more spoils than they could carry once Gorog had split open Glister City. Some joined just for the chance to humble the beautiful folk of the world. But those who hesitated ended up marching anyway, just with more scimitars pointed at them.
For a moment sneaking through the moonlit, forested canyon floor, you thought you'd spotted Withertoe patrolling the underbrush and heard the thud of his one hobnail boot, but you must have been mistaken, because the next moment the way ahead was clear.
You approach the place Grilda told you to meet her, a lichen-spotted rock the size of a cabin sunk into the black dirt at the foot of the canyon wall. You spot a small humanoid at the base of the rock, silhouetted against some faint blue magical glow. They don't seem to have seen you, but getting any closer than this without revealing yourself would be tricky.
~ You'd have to be an idiot to sneak into the woods of Owlbear Canyon ~
And thus, Yahg Fodderkin, Goblin hero, found himself sneaking into the woods of Owlbear Canyon. Sneaking past Sgt. Gullek's sentries - two of which were talking loudly with one another, taking bets on how long the fresh meat would last. Yahg? Yahg would last a long time, he was sure of it. He was a Fodderkin. His Clan was strong. Of course.. he didn't know where his Clan was. They had gotten split up after getting roped into the army. Yahg himself had been napping. Napping! After eating his fill of ratmeat he had dozed off, only to find himself accosted by one of the Boss Hobs. Kidnap a Fodderkin? I'll show them...
He approached the meeting place. The little Goblin was hidden by a bough of leaves, and he peered out into the darkness, his Goblin eyes cutting through the dim moonlight. There was... someone.. ahead. Yahg gripped his lucky charm - an arcane crystal he lovingly called his Shiny. It was one of his sparse personal belongings, aside from the standard issue pack of gear that they handed out to the army's recruits. Not that the army itself provided them - the packs of random belongings they had were stolen, looted and pillaged along the way. If anything, they probably just gave the loot to the recruits so they had someone to carry it. Yahg had some daggers tucked away - kitchen knives, really - but he felt better when he was clutching Shiny.
For a moment he paused. What if this is a trap? But then he remembered himself. You are Yahg Fodderkin. A Fodderkin fears nothing! And you least of all! So he straightened up, puffed out his unimpressive little chest as far as he could, and strutted out from the brush, making no attempt to conceal himself. Confident. Strong. Utterly out of his depth.
Grilda the Kobold Shaman turns around as Yahg approaches.
A slobbering wooden trunk bolts toward Yahg, but Grilda commands: "Down, Tomp!" The mimic restrains himself, but sniffs at the woods.
"The rest of you can come out!" Grilda calls into the woods softly. Her tiny claws fiddle with a crackling, glowing blue glass sphere with lead fittings. "Tomp won't bite. Tell me about yourselves. You feel like being heroes?"
Darksniffer had been hiding behind a tree until now. His rotten leathers and overclothes were saturated with all manner of flora - both fresh and decayed - in order to create a natural camouflage. In the woods, he seemed at home, though any civilized society would readily drown him in a river if they got past his heritage.
Even after Grilda's beckoning, he only moved to the exposed side of his hiding place. A slight whiffing could be heard as the cautious goblin sampled the air, "No come out. Sharps find pretty smells and bright colors, no find plain rock and plants. Me am Darksniffer, like slippery stone by fast river, or bush before cliff."
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
After hearing the kobold call out you see a moderately sized half-orc step around the rock. "I hope you really can do what you say. I don't mind dieing as long as I have a good stake in living." He is carrying a great axe the size of most halflings, wearing little to no armor.
Yahg walked out with a swagger, arms swinging by his sides, one hand still wrapped protectively around his Shiny. He heard the familiar cadence of another Goblin tripping over the Common words, and Yahg found himself drawn towards the sound. Ignoring the voice of the Half-Orc for now and not noticing him, he looked to Darksniffer. Goblin relations were a tricky thing - families had castes within itself, and each family in relation to each other. The Fodderkin Clan was not widely known, but those who know of them knew they were mostly Gatherers - second only to the dirt-scum Pariahs.
In Goblin, Yahg spoke out to Darksniffer, "Darksniffer can come out. Yahg protect Darksniffer. I have the Booyahg, see?" and he held up his fist clenched around Shiny. He held it like a champion raising their shield - as if by carrying it, no harm could befall him. Little did he know.
Turning back, Yahg just now noticed the towering Half-Orc standing not far from him. Yahg looked up at the tall figure holding an axe that was about as tall as Yahg himself. Suddenly his ears drooped back and he seemed to shrink a little, startled. "Overseer's balls, you're big!" he barked, again in Goblin. But then, fighting to regain his composure, he forced himself to straighten up, almost standing on the tips of his jagged, gnarled toes. In Common this time he continued, "Yahg prefer steaks living, too. Or just killed. Either way. Steaks good."
Yurk approached the Kobold with a calm air. "Hero? In my experience those who fancy themselves heroes are the first to die." The Tortle had seen much death in his short years, having handled death rights for his tribe since the elder had passed unexpectedly. It still didn't make much sense how he had gotten wrapped up in this army. And now he had been summoned for some apparently secretive mission. He had never thought himself much of a warrior.
He noticed the others as he approached Gilda, A motley crew indeed, I'm not quite sure how I fit in here, Yurk pondered. He had never particularly cared for goblins, nor orcs, but he found himself surrounded by them more and more frequently these days. These goblins seem especially insufferable. He turned his attention back to the Shaman, "Please speak plainly, what would you ask of us?"
"Great googly moogly!" Grilda yelps, eyeing Yurk. "Gorog casts a wide net, doesn't he! But the tortle is right — the patrols could find us at any minute. Here's the story."
Grilda takes a breath. The slopes of the canyon frame the sky as if the party has fallen into the gutter of a closing book. Grilda leans toward the party of monsters, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers whirling around the blue bauble faster and faster.
"I have placed information vital to the defense of Glister City into the extradimensional space inside this mimic. The captain of the Glister Guard will know how to retrieve it. We should probably see this mimic safely delivered to him. If not for the sake of the city's residents, then for the sake of Gorog getting his face stomped into the mud. Any questions so far?"
"I certainly hope you have more of a plan than desert with this vital intelligence and walk to Glister City. How do you intend us to complete this journey?" This idea seemed more and more suicidal by the moment.
In response to Yurk's question, Yahg answers, "Cuz you too big! It no swallow you!" with a chortle; an unfortunate sound that resembled choking on a wriggling fish more than a proper laugh.
Edited for clarity. Didn't see Dreak's post at the time.
"Couldn't even if he wanted to," Grilda replies. "I raised Tomp myself, from an egg. He was always too skittish to catch prey, so I whipped up an enchantment that put his mouth on the Elemental Plane of Fried Chicken. On our side, it's an extradimensional space. Like a Bag of Holding. Look!"
Grilda dives into Tomp's mouth and disappears entirely. She climbs back out, holding a bronze, bubbly potion. "I've pinched a few supplies from Gullek, and some from my private store. This's a potion of — of — I forget, but it's probably safe. And it should help us get the plans to Glister City!"
She tosses the potion toward Tomp, who leaps and snatches it from the air.
"Don't worry! I'll be going with you. I'll fry any uglies sorry enough to get in our way. You're coming with me as an escort. Keep their bruisers off me. And it'll be good for the tall-pants city-slickers to pull their heads out and see not every goblinoid is trying to steal their babies from their cradles.
"It's about 200 miles downriver to Glister City, but we can get there any number of ways. If you get separated somehow -- and I doubt very much that you will -- try to stay off the road, because that's where Gorog's planning to march through."
Yahg didn't seem to be listening too much - but he heard the parts about frying babies and stealing uglies. "Yahg will go. No 'fraid of tall-pants." The Goblin tossed his Shiny up, trying to look slick, but he fumbled and nearly dropped it. He scrambled for it, catching it in a hunch as he crouched down, looking around and hoping no one saw that. He straightened and decided to put his Shiny away for now.. where it was safe. The Goblin had only basic clothes, and he didn't trust his pant pockets to hold it safely. Someone might steal it. So he stuffed it down the front of his pants - ain't no one gonna reach in there for it.
Yahg stood to his full height of about three and a half feet, crossed his arms over his chest and looked around with a wide and blissfully ignorant grin, and waited for the others to get ready.
"We're off!" Grilda grins, shouldering her knapsack. As the bag thuds against her back, the blue sphere cracks as her claw punches through it. Grilda curses. There's a blue flash, and a BANG.
Roll a Dexterity or Constitution Saving Throw. Darksniffer rolls with advantage, since he's in a tree.
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When you regain use of your senses — and it doesn't take long at all, given how hardy the group seems — the explosion is still echoing off the canyon walls. Grilda is either gone or she's polymorphed herself into a smoking crater. The mimic begins to howl mournfully.
Darksniffer shields his eyes in time, keeping his perch. 16
Let me know if you guys would rather not let me roll saves when I'm ready to post next -- I'm still figuring a lot of this stuff out.
From the woods far behind approaches a clomp, clomp, clomp, and incomprehensible yelling you recognize as Withertoe the hobgoblin on patrol.
A deer path leads up the canyon's east wall. It's probably the best way up the slope, and this low in the canyon you could climb all the way to the ridge and you wouldn't pass the treeline.
Through the trees and down the slope probably about 100 feet to your west, you can hear the river rushing southward. Lake Lurk is about 2 miles downriver, and the mouth of the canyon is about 8 miles after that.
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Formatting: "Character speech." Character thoughts. Character actions. (OOC talk.)
OOC talk.
Players: Spoilers and parentheses are both OK for OOC talk.
Let's begin!
You'd have to be an idiot to sneak into the woods of Owlbear Canyon, past Sgt. Gullek's sentries, to plot escape with a clearly delusional kobold. But then again, you'd have to be an idiot to stay in Sgt. Gullek's camp, especially with rumors that Gorog himself was marching south over the pass in a few days. No matter how bad Gullek's command had been, you get the feeling that he'd be worse marching with the general.
You and thousands of others had been snatched from your homes, holes and hovels, on highways and goat trails, and pressed into Gorog's army of monsters. Many joined up willingly at the promise of more spoils than they could carry once Gorog had split open Glister City. Some joined just for the chance to humble the beautiful folk of the world. But those who hesitated ended up marching anyway, just with more scimitars pointed at them.
For a moment sneaking through the moonlit, forested canyon floor, you thought you'd spotted Withertoe patrolling the underbrush and heard the thud of his one hobnail boot, but you must have been mistaken, because the next moment the way ahead was clear.
You approach the place Grilda told you to meet her, a lichen-spotted rock the size of a cabin sunk into the black dirt at the foot of the canyon wall. You spot a small humanoid at the base of the rock, silhouetted against some faint blue magical glow. They don't seem to have seen you, but getting any closer than this without revealing yourself would be tricky.
~ You'd have to be an idiot to sneak into the woods of Owlbear Canyon ~
And thus, Yahg Fodderkin, Goblin hero, found himself sneaking into the woods of Owlbear Canyon. Sneaking past Sgt. Gullek's sentries - two of which were talking loudly with one another, taking bets on how long the fresh meat would last. Yahg? Yahg would last a long time, he was sure of it. He was a Fodderkin. His Clan was strong. Of course.. he didn't know where his Clan was. They had gotten split up after getting roped into the army. Yahg himself had been napping. Napping! After eating his fill of ratmeat he had dozed off, only to find himself accosted by one of the Boss Hobs. Kidnap a Fodderkin? I'll show them...
He approached the meeting place. The little Goblin was hidden by a bough of leaves, and he peered out into the darkness, his Goblin eyes cutting through the dim moonlight. There was... someone.. ahead. Yahg gripped his lucky charm - an arcane crystal he lovingly called his Shiny. It was one of his sparse personal belongings, aside from the standard issue pack of gear that they handed out to the army's recruits. Not that the army itself provided them - the packs of random belongings they had were stolen, looted and pillaged along the way. If anything, they probably just gave the loot to the recruits so they had someone to carry it. Yahg had some daggers tucked away - kitchen knives, really - but he felt better when he was clutching Shiny.
For a moment he paused. What if this is a trap? But then he remembered himself. You are Yahg Fodderkin. A Fodderkin fears nothing! And you least of all! So he straightened up, puffed out his unimpressive little chest as far as he could, and strutted out from the brush, making no attempt to conceal himself. Confident. Strong. Utterly out of his depth.
Grilda the Kobold Shaman turns around as Yahg approaches.
A slobbering wooden trunk bolts toward Yahg, but Grilda commands: "Down, Tomp!" The mimic restrains himself, but sniffs at the woods.
"The rest of you can come out!" Grilda calls into the woods softly. Her tiny claws fiddle with a crackling, glowing blue glass sphere with lead fittings. "Tomp won't bite. Tell me about yourselves. You feel like being heroes?"
Darksniffer had been hiding behind a tree until now. His rotten leathers and overclothes were saturated with all manner of flora - both fresh and decayed - in order to create a natural camouflage. In the woods, he seemed at home, though any civilized society would readily drown him in a river if they got past his heritage.
Even after Grilda's beckoning, he only moved to the exposed side of his hiding place. A slight whiffing could be heard as the cautious goblin sampled the air, "No come out. Sharps find pretty smells and bright colors, no find plain rock and plants. Me am Darksniffer, like slippery stone by fast river, or bush before cliff."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
After hearing the kobold call out you see a moderately sized half-orc step around the rock. "I hope you really can do what you say. I don't mind dieing as long as I have a good stake in living." He is carrying a great axe the size of most halflings, wearing little to no armor.
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Fenlamin Aloro Wizard: Journey Across The Planes
Yahg walked out with a swagger, arms swinging by his sides, one hand still wrapped protectively around his Shiny. He heard the familiar cadence of another Goblin tripping over the Common words, and Yahg found himself drawn towards the sound. Ignoring the voice of the Half-Orc for now and not noticing him, he looked to Darksniffer. Goblin relations were a tricky thing - families had castes within itself, and each family in relation to each other. The Fodderkin Clan was not widely known, but those who know of them knew they were mostly Gatherers - second only to the dirt-scum Pariahs.
In Goblin, Yahg spoke out to Darksniffer, "Darksniffer can come out. Yahg protect Darksniffer. I have the Booyahg, see?" and he held up his fist clenched around Shiny. He held it like a champion raising their shield - as if by carrying it, no harm could befall him. Little did he know.
Turning back, Yahg just now noticed the towering Half-Orc standing not far from him. Yahg looked up at the tall figure holding an axe that was about as tall as Yahg himself. Suddenly his ears drooped back and he seemed to shrink a little, startled. "Overseer's balls, you're big!" he barked, again in Goblin. But then, fighting to regain his composure, he forced himself to straighten up, almost standing on the tips of his jagged, gnarled toes. In Common this time he continued, "Yahg prefer steaks living, too. Or just killed. Either way. Steaks good."
Yurk approached the Kobold with a calm air. "Hero? In my experience those who fancy themselves heroes are the first to die." The Tortle had seen much death in his short years, having handled death rights for his tribe since the elder had passed unexpectedly. It still didn't make much sense how he had gotten wrapped up in this army. And now he had been summoned for some apparently secretive mission. He had never thought himself much of a warrior.
He noticed the others as he approached Gilda, A motley crew indeed, I'm not quite sure how I fit in here, Yurk pondered. He had never particularly cared for goblins, nor orcs, but he found himself surrounded by them more and more frequently these days. These goblins seem especially insufferable. He turned his attention back to the Shaman, "Please speak plainly, what would you ask of us?"
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"Great googly moogly!" Grilda yelps, eyeing Yurk. "Gorog casts a wide net, doesn't he! But the tortle is right — the patrols could find us at any minute. Here's the story."
Grilda takes a breath. The slopes of the canyon frame the sky as if the party has fallen into the gutter of a closing book. Grilda leans toward the party of monsters, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers whirling around the blue bauble faster and faster.
"I have placed information vital to the defense of Glister City into the extradimensional space inside this mimic. The captain of the Glister Guard will know how to retrieve it. We should probably see this mimic safely delivered to him. If not for the sake of the city's residents, then for the sake of Gorog getting his face stomped into the mud. Any questions so far?"
"How do we know the mimic will no eat us?
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Fenlamin Aloro Wizard: Journey Across The Planes
"I certainly hope you have more of a plan than desert with this vital intelligence and walk to Glister City. How do you intend us to complete this journey?" This idea seemed more and more suicidal by the moment.
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In response to Yurk's question, Yahg answers, "Cuz you too big! It no swallow you!" with a chortle; an unfortunate sound that resembled choking on a wriggling fish more than a proper laugh.
Edited for clarity. Didn't see Dreak's post at the time.
"Couldn't even if he wanted to," Grilda replies. "I raised Tomp myself, from an egg. He was always too skittish to catch prey, so I whipped up an enchantment that put his mouth on the Elemental Plane of Fried Chicken. On our side, it's an extradimensional space. Like a Bag of Holding. Look!"
Grilda dives into Tomp's mouth and disappears entirely. She climbs back out, holding a bronze, bubbly potion. "I've pinched a few supplies from Gullek, and some from my private store. This's a potion of — of — I forget, but it's probably safe. And it should help us get the plans to Glister City!"
She tosses the potion toward Tomp, who leaps and snatches it from the air.
Grilda turns to Yurk.
"Don't worry! I'll be going with you. I'll fry any uglies sorry enough to get in our way. You're coming with me as an escort. Keep their bruisers off me. And it'll be good for the tall-pants city-slickers to pull their heads out and see not every goblinoid is trying to steal their babies from their cradles.
"It's about 200 miles downriver to Glister City, but we can get there any number of ways. If you get separated somehow -- and I doubt very much that you will -- try to stay off the road, because that's where Gorog's planning to march through."
Yahg didn't seem to be listening too much - but he heard the parts about frying babies and stealing uglies. "Yahg will go. No 'fraid of tall-pants." The Goblin tossed his Shiny up, trying to look slick, but he fumbled and nearly dropped it. He scrambled for it, catching it in a hunch as he crouched down, looking around and hoping no one saw that. He straightened and decided to put his Shiny away for now.. where it was safe. The Goblin had only basic clothes, and he didn't trust his pant pockets to hold it safely. Someone might steal it. So he stuffed it down the front of his pants - ain't no one gonna reach in there for it.
Yahg stood to his full height of about three and a half feet, crossed his arms over his chest and looked around with a wide and blissfully ignorant grin, and waited for the others to get ready.
"We're off!" Grilda grins, shouldering her knapsack. As the bag thuds against her back, the blue sphere cracks as her claw punches through it. Grilda curses. There's a blue flash, and a BANG.
Roll a Dexterity or Constitution Saving Throw. Darksniffer rolls with advantage, since he's in a tree.
Bear with me, this is my first PbP and trying to get used to the dice roller.
And apparently the embedded dice roller doesn't work on my browser so I'll have to use the manual string commands.
16
Constitution saving throw: 13
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Verdan Schmidt - Lvl 2 Half-Elf Bard | Grithik - Lvl 5 Deep Gnome Warlock (Celestial)
Constitution 21
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Fenlamin Aloro Wizard: Journey Across The Planes
When you regain use of your senses — and it doesn't take long at all, given how hardy the group seems — the explosion is still echoing off the canyon walls. Grilda is either gone or she's polymorphed herself into a smoking crater. The mimic begins to howl mournfully.
Darksniffer shields his eyes in time, keeping his perch. 16
Let me know if you guys would rather not let me roll saves when I'm ready to post next -- I'm still figuring a lot of this stuff out.
From the woods far behind approaches a clomp, clomp, clomp, and incomprehensible yelling you recognize as Withertoe the hobgoblin on patrol.
A deer path leads up the canyon's east wall. It's probably the best way up the slope, and this low in the canyon you could climb all the way to the ridge and you wouldn't pass the treeline.
Through the trees and down the slope probably about 100 feet to your west, you can hear the river rushing southward. Lake Lurk is about 2 miles downriver, and the mouth of the canyon is about 8 miles after that.
"Og is confused, did our guide just blow up?"
Alexander Leatherer Ranger: Dragons of Autumn
Fenlamin Aloro Wizard: Journey Across The Planes