Amdaeng moved directly towards the sound, this whole fighting outside, with wide open spaces and trees and no corners or doors or cages was very annoying....and she honestly wanted to be useful and cutting down trees, or military strategy or building traps or the like wasn't something she excelled at.
Chatting or kneeing people in the mouth? That she could do.
As she walked up she shouted, " Wah! Why you making so much noise? This is my napping spot go find your own!"
Out from the brush on the deer trail trods a plump human, just under 6’ in height wearing old, beaten up chainmail armor with a bronze circlet style helm and carrying a large greatsword with a weird looking eye on the cross guard. The seems to be looking directly towards the goblin emissary and there is a bluish glow about the blade. “ Ho there! I am Morric Goblin Thumper, an I am here to thump goblins. It turns out there are way to many to thump on by myself…”
he seems to be chewing on a root, smells like licorice.
As Zarbyn talks with, or at the messenger goblin he makes room for this new arrival, Morric Goblin Thumper, and his claim to be here to thump goblins.
(directed at the messenger goblin): "Never you mind who I am! What purpose is a messenger goblin with no message? Speak now or you might find our patience running out quick!"
(a moment or two after that exchange Zarbyn will introduce himself to Morric Goblin Thumper): "Hail and well met." (whispered somewhere away from the goblin) "I am called Zarbyn! That is when people use my name, sometimes they call me other... less savory things."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
(Morric came in at the tree grove (Group 2)., but we can roll with it.)
The goblin smiles at Zarbyn, showing rows of rotted teeth.
He looks behind him (No army that you can see but obvious what he is implying) "I believe that would be a rather fatal mistake for all in this valley, should I not return. In either case, here is the message
Great and noble Toa Suo. The great Shamon, Gnarbuk Mudwhisper of the grand Cult of the Dragon King offers greetings. It has come to our attention that there are people that have come to visit you recently." He looks at Zarbyn and Lira with disdain. "These treasure hunters have broken into our sacred sites. They have killed our people and taken several of our holy relics. These relics are most dear to us and of great value. This value is not only to us as a people, but also to our gods. Our gods are angered at this sacrilege, and they titer on edge of offense that the Toa-Suo may be aiding them." He smiles warmly. "I am sure that you were unaware of your guests actions prior to them coming here, nor of the holy items that they possess." He clears his throat.
"On our travels here, we came upon a gruesome sight. 20 of our finest ambassadors lie dead, unburied on the sides of the road. They are being eaten by birds. As we investigated, the evidence was overwhelming. The Toa Suo killed them.
Gnarbuk Mudwhisper is very offended that you would kill her people and leave them in such a state. Our gods are offended and angered. He thinks for a moment, recalling what he is to say.
"Give us the holy relics of Bone and of Ebony.We will then leave this place and forgive the killing of our innocent people. Our gods will be satisfied with your reparations.
Fail to comply, and the great army of the Dragon King will attack and destroy all in this valley."
He looks at the assembled group, supremely confident in his position.
Morric will offer his hand to Zarbyn and Lira. “ glad to meet you. The green skin mention the Shaman of the dragon cult, which is very convenient as i am here to deal with him for his attack and torture of a child from Zengris. Pretty nice of him for lining up, but a but unsportsmanlike to bring so many friends. Really admire the quality work you folk done on the goblinz scout party. There is a force of goblin archers not far behind me on the deer trail, so likely they plan murder no matter what is given them…” he says as he levels his eye on the emissary. The eye of the sword looks on the goblin with disdain and the blue glow is brighter than before.
He motions with his sword a bit and says, “ Ol’ Goblin eater here is pretty hungry…Did anyone here see the strange rat-headed ogres with rat cages they brought? Some truly weird things to be following goblin orders”
(ooc: yeah but I got confused because I thought he was interacting with the messenger goblin that group 1 was questioning... my bad.)
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Amdaeng was disquieted about the idea of bringing war upon the Tuo-Soa but figured it was up to them what they wanted to do, she moved forward a little more trying to locate the archers the newcomer had mentioned.
Vydar was silently considering their options, he agreed with the other's idea of bottleknecking the enemy. Though the time to make traps may be a bit much, perhaps they should let the warriors do that while they come up with another strategy? But what kind of strategy? His mind runs circles as he tries to think, he's had absolutely no battle experience before this, and despite this keeping a strait face he's actually pretty nervous... probably why he's been staying quiet. He'd get even more flustered if he proposed a plan that would be absolutely ridiculous.
Lost in his thoughts, he's pretty startled when the fat man suddenly breaks through the bushes, barely managing to hold back a yelp as he stumbles backwards slightly. "The Hell?!" His face slightly red with embarrassment, quickly covered by irritation. Goblin Thumper? What kind of title is that? He glances at the sword's hilt for a moment before looking back at the man's ridiculous face. "You expect me to believe that you came out here alone? Just to fight goblins?" Either this man is a complete idiot, or he's a lot stronger than he looks....and maybe even an enemy.... Most likely an idiot.
“ Why yes, of course you should believe i came out to thump goblins….what else would i be here to do? Somebody needs to do it.” He says confidently his smile never faltering.
” of course there weren’t supposed to be this many”
Amdaengs sharp eyes look for movement to the north. At one point she thinks she sees someone with a green hood still at a great distance, but the brush and tall trees block the deer trail which runs near the small river. some of the other warriors are busy constructing traps and obstructions in the groove.
Lira crosses her arms, her expression sharp as she watches the goblin speak, barely suppressing a scoff at his self-importance. Once Aisulu leads them away from the messenger, she exhales slowly and speaks in a low, serious tone.
“They’re bluffing,” she says. “Or at least exaggerating. We saw their army—it’s large, yes, but not yet in position for an immediate assault. If they were truly ready to wipe this valley off the map, they wouldn’t be here trying to negotiate first.” She glances at Zarbyn and the others before continuing, “As for the relics…they’re part of something bigger." She looks to the others, hoping one of them can explain it better.
The Toa-Suo People are not what he expected. they are enormous. A mix between troll and elf. Baatar stands almost 8 feet tall, pure muscle, looking quite capable. Wearing furs, leathers, and gear for those who spend their lives in the high mountains, they are quite impressive.
So focused on how to defend the holy site Iólinder was that he at first did not recognise the oddity of someone waddling into the area. Though that was a significant weakness, the fact that the person announced themselves as a goblin thumper, which Iólinder assumed was a title and hopefully not an actual family name, gave him a sliver of hope regarding reinforcements.
'Friend of yours?' The cleric asked Baatar. Compared to the Toa-Suo man, the newcomer seemed about two feet shorter. Iólinder did not know if that meant the stranger was a tall human or a short Toa-Suo.
Amdaeng moved directly towards the sound, this whole fighting outside, with wide open spaces and trees and no corners or doors or cages was very annoying....and she honestly wanted to be useful and cutting down trees, or military strategy or building traps or the like wasn't something she excelled at.
Chatting or kneeing people in the mouth? That she could do.
As she walked up she shouted, " Wah! Why you making so much noise? This is my napping spot go find your own!"
Out from the brush on the deer trail trods a plump human, just under 6’ in height wearing old, beaten up chainmail armor with a bronze circlet style helm and carrying a large greatsword with a weird looking eye on the cross guard. The seems to be looking directly towards the goblin emissary and there is a bluish glow about the blade.
“ Ho there! I am Morric Goblin Thumper, an I am here to thump goblins. It turns out there are way to many to thump on by myself…”
he seems to be chewing on a root, smells like licorice.
(WELCOME BACK DWAR!!!!, AKA: Played Paevira)
(Group 1: See post 1750, Group 2: we have a new guy that just tromped through he deer trail.)
As Zarbyn talks with, or at the messenger goblin he makes room for this new arrival, Morric Goblin Thumper, and his claim to be here to thump goblins.
(directed at the messenger goblin): "Never you mind who I am! What purpose is a messenger goblin with no message? Speak now or you might find our patience running out quick!"
(a moment or two after that exchange Zarbyn will introduce himself to Morric Goblin Thumper): "Hail and well met." (whispered somewhere away from the goblin) "I am called Zarbyn! That is when people use my name, sometimes they call me other... less savory things."
(Morric came in at the tree grove (Group 2)., but we can roll with it.)
The goblin smiles at Zarbyn, showing rows of rotted teeth.
He looks behind him (No army that you can see but obvious what he is implying)
"I believe that would be a rather fatal mistake for all in this valley, should I not return. In either case, here is the message
Great and noble Toa Suo. The great Shamon, Gnarbuk Mudwhisper of the grand Cult of the Dragon King offers greetings. It has come to our attention that there are people that have come to visit you recently." He looks at Zarbyn and Lira with disdain. "These treasure hunters have broken into our sacred sites. They have killed our people and taken several of our holy relics. These relics are most dear to us and of great value. This value is not only to us as a people, but also to our gods. Our gods are angered at this sacrilege, and they titer on edge of offense that the Toa-Suo may be aiding them." He smiles warmly. "I am sure that you were unaware of your guests actions prior to them coming here, nor of the holy items that they possess." He clears his throat.
"On our travels here, we came upon a gruesome sight. 20 of our finest ambassadors lie dead, unburied on the sides of the road. They are being eaten by birds. As we investigated, the evidence was overwhelming. The Toa Suo killed them.
Gnarbuk Mudwhisper is very offended that you would kill her people and leave them in such a state. Our gods are offended and angered.
He thinks for a moment, recalling what he is to say.
"Give us the holy relics of Bone and of Ebony. We will then leave this place and forgive the killing of our innocent people. Our gods will be satisfied with your reparations.
Fail to comply, and the great army of the Dragon King will attack and destroy all in this valley."
He looks at the assembled group, supremely confident in his position.
"What say you?"
Morric will offer his hand to Zarbyn and Lira.
“ glad to meet you. The green skin mention the Shaman of the dragon cult, which is very convenient as i am here to deal with him for his attack and torture of a child from Zengris. Pretty nice of him for lining up, but a but unsportsmanlike to bring so many friends. Really admire the quality work you folk done on the goblinz scout party. There is a force of goblin archers not far behind me on the deer trail, so likely they plan murder no matter what is given them…” he says as he levels his eye on the emissary. The eye of the sword looks on the goblin with disdain and the blue glow is brighter than before.
He motions with his sword a bit and says, “ Ol’ Goblin eater here is pretty hungry…Did anyone here see the strange rat-headed ogres with rat cages they brought? Some truly weird things to be following goblin orders”
(So again, Morric is referring to the deer trail at the holy groove site where group 2 is:...he thinks he is being followed by goblin orchers.)
(ooc: yeah but I got confused because I thought he was interacting with the messenger goblin that group 1 was questioning... my bad.)
(OOC: Yep, no worries, he came out of the forest for group 2, but then some posts occurred, so here he is.)
( oops..he he, i was confused who is where and where is me. The licorice roots must be getting to me)
Amdaeng was disquieted about the idea of bringing war upon the Tuo-Soa but figured it was up to them what they wanted to do, she moved forward a little more trying to locate the archers the newcomer had mentioned.
Stealth-18
Perception- 16
Vydar was silently considering their options, he agreed with the other's idea of bottleknecking the enemy. Though the time to make traps may be a bit much, perhaps they should let the warriors do that while they come up with another strategy? But what kind of strategy? His mind runs circles as he tries to think, he's had absolutely no battle experience before this, and despite this keeping a strait face he's actually pretty nervous... probably why he's been staying quiet. He'd get even more flustered if he proposed a plan that would be absolutely ridiculous.
Lost in his thoughts, he's pretty startled when the fat man suddenly breaks through the bushes, barely managing to hold back a yelp as he stumbles backwards slightly. "The Hell?!" His face slightly red with embarrassment, quickly covered by irritation. Goblin Thumper? What kind of title is that? He glances at the sword's hilt for a moment before looking back at the man's ridiculous face. "You expect me to believe that you came out here alone? Just to fight goblins?" Either this man is a complete idiot, or he's a lot stronger than he looks....and maybe even an enemy.... Most likely an idiot.
“ Why yes, of course you should believe i came out to thump goblins….what else would i be here to do? Somebody needs to do it.” He says confidently his smile never faltering.
” of course there weren’t supposed to be this many”
Aisulu looks at the goblin messenger with distain. “Let us talk for a moment and we will give you our answer.”
she leads the others away. “What would you like to do? How important are these relics he mentions and why would they have an army looking for them?”
Amdaengs sharp eyes look for movement to the north. At one point she thinks she sees someone with a green hood still at a great distance, but the brush and tall trees block the deer trail which runs near the small river.
some of the other warriors are busy constructing traps and obstructions in the groove.
Lira crosses her arms, her expression sharp as she watches the goblin speak, barely suppressing a scoff at his self-importance. Once Aisulu leads them away from the messenger, she exhales slowly and speaks in a low, serious tone.
“They’re bluffing,” she says. “Or at least exaggerating. We saw their army—it’s large, yes, but not yet in position for an immediate assault. If they were truly ready to wipe this valley off the map, they wouldn’t be here trying to negotiate first.” She glances at Zarbyn and the others before continuing, “As for the relics…they’re part of something bigger." She looks to the others, hoping one of them can explain it better.
For Morric
The Toa-Suo People are not what he expected. they are enormous. A mix between troll and elf. Baatar stands almost 8 feet tall, pure muscle, looking quite capable. Wearing furs, leathers, and gear for those who spend their lives in the high mountains, they are quite impressive.
So focused on how to defend the holy site Iólinder was that he at first did not recognise the oddity of someone waddling into the area. Though that was a significant weakness, the fact that the person announced themselves as a goblin thumper, which Iólinder assumed was a title and hopefully not an actual family name, gave him a sliver of hope regarding reinforcements.
'Friend of yours?' The cleric asked Baatar. Compared to the Toa-Suo man, the newcomer seemed about two feet shorter. Iólinder did not know if that meant the stranger was a tall human or a short Toa-Suo.
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