OOC: I'm glad you did both, because it is actually damaged. Sorry about that.
WIS save: 14
Still reeling from Vondal's kidney jab, the bugbear covers its ears with its hands (paws?) as the sound of Zander's dolorous bell fills the air around it for a moment.
Karl casually (and recklessly) takes another swipe at the injured bugbear, assuming the creature's injuries would impede its ability to dodge his attack. At the last second, the bugbear raises its shield and deflects his attack, and gives the dwarf a determined look. Its eyes then shift toward Vondal, back to Karl, then focus on the monk. It quickly swings its morningstar at Vondal in attempt to take down what it considers to be the easier target. (Morningstar attack: 19; damage: 9 piercing damage) The attack lands and the bugbear grins.
Nif, you're up! The green bugbear has full coverage from you where you are now. Moving one square south would give you a shot.
Nif realising he doesn't have a clear shot, moves closer to the doorway so he can get a shot at the Bugbear. Once the bugbear is in his sights, he fires.
Vondal felt that last blow, and only through force did he still keep his composure enough to stare sternly back at the bugbear. If Nif's bow doesn't finish the job, the hill dwarf has a very special question to go axe'n it. One complimented with punch to the gut from his uninjured arm.
But... if it had gone down, Vondal breathes a sigh of relief as he clutched his arm. With a start, his attention jerks back to the goblin. "Right. Hold down the door, Uncle. And check the bodies. I'm gonna see if our 'friend' here is still with us. Might be the one we were told about."He doesn't wait for an answer before kneeling down to start treating the goblin with his healer's kit.
Almost forgot Atk Rolls if needed are in spoilers:
Axe'n Attack: 23 Damage: 4.
Bonus Attack: 16 Damage: 6.
Both lethal and against hobgoblin if not felled by Nif's last attack.
"Hang-on a minute young 'un don't be nice to him" Karl says to Vondal as sees Karl slapping on Bandaids or such like. "Ya gotta speak to these Gobbos firm like it's da only language they unerstand" he finishes with. He then waits to see how Vondal responds to his suggestion.
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Nif's last attack finishes the last bugbear cleanly. Vondal kneels down and begins to check the goblin over. As Karl is saying his warning, Vondal is realizing he's having a hard time finding anything to bandage. His touching and prodding, however, seems to have roused the creature. Its dark eyes blink open and then it screeches at seeing the dwarves. It curls up in a little ball, covering its head with its arms and whimpering slightly. When Zander says, "I say we kill the beast. That's the only thing to do with the scum that is goblinkind," the creature screeches again and begins shivering.
"Hmph! You sure you weren't a dwarf in a past life?" Vondal asks lightly of Zander over the screeches as he turned his attention more fully to the sorting out his healer's kit. "For Mya's sake. Knew I should've organized this before going to bed -- and you."A hand snaps out to grab the goblin by the throat in a tight, but not quite full on crushing vice as Vondal. Yet. After forcing him to at least face upward, Vondal makes sure he has the goblins attention before putting a finger to his lip in a universal signal for quiet. Up close, and eye to eye, it is clear that most of the natural levity behind almost every gesture and expression from Vondal is nowhere to be seen during the silent 'exchange'.
Without breaking eye contact on the goblin, Vondal goes on to say, "There will be no more killin. Yet." A warning meant as much as one for the goblin and Zander, as it was in answer to Karl's suggestion. "You understand, yes. Been working with Redbrand, yes? Nod, if understand. Then you may speak" He loosens his grip just enough to give the goblin room to do so. But in any attempt to start scrambling away his met with more pressure that wasn't just from raw strength or some technique.
"I don't care for torture. Don't have for stomach. But the fair one there is of another mind. And I... am of little mind of stepping aside this once."He warns, assuming the goblin understood him. "Answer questions honestly, and you may live. Lie... You Die."
Nif let's the others deal with the Goblin. He puts away his crossbow before going to collect his dropped weapons. He will then routinely search the bugbear bodies for anything of interest.
Vondal turns the goblin over and looks into its blinking eyes. It looks ... terrified. It whispers in a quavery tone, "Kikanuti, pomozi mi." It's eyes widen at Vondal, tears beginning to make its eyes sparkle. It then nods hesitantly, its face looking sad. "Yes," it says in almost a whine, "the ones who wear red make me do things for them."
Zander:
You recognize two of the words as Celestial. What the goblin said was "Kikanuti, help me."
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Vondal is quiet, seeming to be in deep thought for a moment. When he refocuses on the goblin, a twinge of guilt prompts him to withdraw his hands to start fishing out bandages. "Is that what that was? Interesting..."He said, eyeing the goblin from the corner of an eye. He then says something undercommon to the effect of "You understand this tongue too?" No matter the answer (though a positive would elicit at least a wide-eyed look of surprise), he presses on with the questioning while looking over for any injuries.
"What is your name? What have they been making you do? And what do you know of any prisoners taken here?"
Not sure if he is still close enough for this to work, but Vondal will think in hopes of contact the mystery voice, "Has anyone else noticed our presence yet?"
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Sorry, Nif, I forgot about your roll. You start looking around the room as the others are interrogating the goblin. This place is a mess! Rotting food. Stinking piles of bed linens. You don't find anything interesting in the room. On each of the bodies, you find their morningstars, two javelins, no gold, no food. On one of them, you find an amulet of a pot with a stylized bird embossed in it tied around the bugbear's wrist.
Karl:
Looking at the creature, you get the idea this might actually be a female goblin.
The goblin, still looking very scared, chances a quick glance away from Vondal to Zander before quickly looking back at the monk. But addressing Zander, it says, "I ... I learned it. My priestess taught me." As Vondal withdraws his hand, the goblin takes a deep breath and places one hand to its throat. Its eyes dart around in confusion as Vondal speaks in undercommon. The creature continues to be mute as Vondal asks its name. But as the dwarf begins attempting to bind wounds, the creature sits up on its elbow, pushing the monk's hand away. "What are you doing? I am not hurt." It regards Vondal and then the others, its eyes continually moving to not miss anything. "What do you want with me?"
Vondal:
Your mental question receives no response that you know of.
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Finding nothing but the amulet, he unties it. He then turns to the Goblin, "This yours?"He shows it hanging from a few fingers in his hand. If it is, he will hand it over, if not, he can't see the bugbear needing it anymore, so he will pocket it for the time being.
He then turns to Karl, in Dwarvish, "I will let you finish up here, I am going to investigate the door further up." He then carefully walks towards the other door, not seeing any point sneaking because if there was something there, he thinks it would have noticed the fight. If the door is unlocked, he will push it open slightly, peering inside. If not, he will get to picking the lock.
If required for lock, SoH: 25
Perception: 16 (Add 3 if he can use investigation instead)
Vondal lofts a brow, but then nods in acquiescence. Then narrows them at the return question. "Answers, nameless one. Ones we would have, and that you will do best to answer. Understood?" He asks more pointedly this time. "... Now ask again. What have the Redbrands been making you, and your fellows do here? Do you know of the whereabouts of any prisoners here? And do you know anything of a Cragmaw Castle, or Gundrun, a dwarf like him." He gestures over to Karl.
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Karl says to Vondal"I reckon its a sheila, normally I'd say go gentle, but I don't reckon she'd know what 'gentle' was if it 'it 'er over the 'ead. What's more she wont thank you for it."
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Vondal actually blushes at that, and for a few moments couldn't speak. Sucking in a deep breathe after, he regains a measure of composure. "I cannot speak for you Uncle, or anyone else. But I do not do what I do to be thanked, or some reward... though I would turn down one. Most times." He grins grimly. "But as I said. Not big on torture, or causing needless harm. And matters not if one is 'Sheeila or not to me."He chuckles weakly. "Got me sister to thank for that."
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Zander lets off another toll of the bell, hoping to strike the bugbear dead with its chilling sound.
DC 15 save or 5 necrotic.
Sorry, no, 7 necrotic 'cause its undamaged.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
OOC: I'm glad you did both, because it is actually damaged. Sorry about that.
WIS save: 14
Still reeling from Vondal's kidney jab, the bugbear covers its ears with its hands (paws?) as the sound of Zander's dolorous bell fills the air around it for a moment.
The bugbear looks to be close to its last leg.
Karl, finish it!
Karl says "methinks the bell tolls for thee, maaate!" as he casually hits the Bugbear over the head (Attack: 14 Damage: 15).
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Karl casually (and recklessly) takes another swipe at the injured bugbear, assuming the creature's injuries would impede its ability to dodge his attack. At the last second, the bugbear raises its shield and deflects his attack, and gives the dwarf a determined look. Its eyes then shift toward Vondal, back to Karl, then focus on the monk. It quickly swings its morningstar at Vondal in attempt to take down what it considers to be the easier target. (Morningstar attack: 19; damage: 9 piercing damage) The attack lands and the bugbear grins.
Nif, you're up! The green bugbear has full coverage from you where you are now. Moving one square south would give you a shot.
Nif realising he doesn't have a clear shot, moves closer to the doorway so he can get a shot at the Bugbear. Once the bugbear is in his sights, he fires.
Attack: 24 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Damage 2nd attempt: 1+5+3
Vondal felt that last blow, and only through force did he still keep his composure enough to stare sternly back at the bugbear. If Nif's bow doesn't finish the job, the hill dwarf has a very special question to go axe'n it. One complimented with punch to the gut from his uninjured arm.
But... if it had gone down, Vondal breathes a sigh of relief as he clutched his arm. With a start, his attention jerks back to the goblin. "Right. Hold down the door, Uncle. And check the bodies. I'm gonna see if our 'friend' here is still with us. Might be the one we were told about." He doesn't wait for an answer before kneeling down to start treating the goblin with his healer's kit.
Almost forgot Atk Rolls if needed are in spoilers:
Axe'n Attack: 23 Damage: 4.
Bonus Attack: 16 Damage: 6.
Both lethal and against hobgoblin if not felled by Nif's last attack.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Hang-on a minute young 'un don't be nice to him" Karl says to Vondal as sees Karl slapping on Bandaids or such like. "Ya gotta speak to these Gobbos firm like it's da only language they unerstand" he finishes with. He then waits to see how Vondal responds to his suggestion.
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
"I say we kill the beast. That's the only thing to do with the scum that is goblinkind."
Zanver's hand lights up with flame.
"Don't worry, I'll make it mostly painless."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Nif's last attack finishes the last bugbear cleanly. Vondal kneels down and begins to check the goblin over. As Karl is saying his warning, Vondal is realizing he's having a hard time finding anything to bandage. His touching and prodding, however, seems to have roused the creature. Its dark eyes blink open and then it screeches at seeing the dwarves. It curls up in a little ball, covering its head with its arms and whimpering slightly. When Zander says, "I say we kill the beast. That's the only thing to do with the scum that is goblinkind," the creature screeches again and begins shivering.
"Hmph! You sure you weren't a dwarf in a past life?" Vondal asks lightly of Zander over the screeches as he turned his attention more fully to the sorting out his healer's kit. "For Mya's sake. Knew I should've organized this before going to bed -- and you." A hand snaps out to grab the goblin by the throat in a tight, but not quite full on crushing vice as Vondal. Yet. After forcing him to at least face upward, Vondal makes sure he has the goblins attention before putting a finger to his lip in a universal signal for quiet. Up close, and eye to eye, it is clear that most of the natural levity behind almost every gesture and expression from Vondal is nowhere to be seen during the silent 'exchange'.
Without breaking eye contact on the goblin, Vondal goes on to say, "There will be no more killin. Yet." A warning meant as much as one for the goblin and Zander, as it was in answer to Karl's suggestion. "You understand, yes. Been working with Redbrand, yes? Nod, if understand. Then you may speak" He loosens his grip just enough to give the goblin room to do so. But in any attempt to start scrambling away his met with more pressure that wasn't just from raw strength or some technique.
"I don't care for torture. Don't have for stomach. But the fair one there is of another mind. And I... am of little mind of stepping aside this once." He warns, assuming the goblin understood him. "Answer questions honestly, and you may live. Lie... You Die."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Nif let's the others deal with the Goblin. He puts away his crossbow before going to collect his dropped weapons. He will then routinely search the bugbear bodies for anything of interest.
Investigation: 14
Vondal turns the goblin over and looks into its blinking eyes. It looks ... terrified. It whispers in a quavery tone, "Kikanuti, pomozi mi." It's eyes widen at Vondal, tears beginning to make its eyes sparkle. It then nods hesitantly, its face looking sad. "Yes," it says in almost a whine, "the ones who wear red make me do things for them."
Zander:
You recognize two of the words as Celestial. What the goblin said was "Kikanuti, help me."
Karl listens to the Goblin rabbit on and wonders whether he is telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth (Perception Roll: 8)
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
When the goblin speaks, Zander's flame extinguishes immediately.
"You speak the blessed tongue... how do you know this?"
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Vondal is quiet, seeming to be in deep thought for a moment. When he refocuses on the goblin, a twinge of guilt prompts him to withdraw his hands to start fishing out bandages. "Is that what that was? Interesting..." He said, eyeing the goblin from the corner of an eye. He then says something undercommon to the effect of "You understand this tongue too?" No matter the answer (though a positive would elicit at least a wide-eyed look of surprise), he presses on with the questioning while looking over for any injuries.
"What is your name? What have they been making you do? And what do you know of any prisoners taken here?"
Medicine: 7.
(@Grant Think ya mean insight?)
For DDP:
Not sure if he is still close enough for this to work, but Vondal will think in hopes of contact the mystery voice, "Has anyone else noticed our presence yet?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Sorry, Nif, I forgot about your roll. You start looking around the room as the others are interrogating the goblin. This place is a mess! Rotting food. Stinking piles of bed linens. You don't find anything interesting in the room. On each of the bodies, you find their morningstars, two javelins, no gold, no food. On one of them, you find an amulet of a pot with a stylized bird embossed in it tied around the bugbear's wrist.
Karl:
Looking at the creature, you get the idea this might actually be a female goblin.
The goblin, still looking very scared, chances a quick glance away from Vondal to Zander before quickly looking back at the monk. But addressing Zander, it says, "I ... I learned it. My priestess taught me." As Vondal withdraws his hand, the goblin takes a deep breath and places one hand to its throat. Its eyes dart around in confusion as Vondal speaks in undercommon. The creature continues to be mute as Vondal asks its name. But as the dwarf begins attempting to bind wounds, the creature sits up on its elbow, pushing the monk's hand away. "What are you doing? I am not hurt." It regards Vondal and then the others, its eyes continually moving to not miss anything. "What do you want with me?"
Vondal:
Your mental question receives no response that you know of.
Finding nothing but the amulet, he unties it. He then turns to the Goblin, "This yours?" He shows it hanging from a few fingers in his hand. If it is, he will hand it over, if not, he can't see the bugbear needing it anymore, so he will pocket it for the time being.
He then turns to Karl, in Dwarvish, "I will let you finish up here, I am going to investigate the door further up." He then carefully walks towards the other door, not seeing any point sneaking because if there was something there, he thinks it would have noticed the fight. If the door is unlocked, he will push it open slightly, peering inside. If not, he will get to picking the lock.
If required for lock, SoH: 25
Perception: 16 (Add 3 if he can use investigation instead)
Vondal lofts a brow, but then nods in acquiescence. Then narrows them at the return question. "Answers, nameless one. Ones we would have, and that you will do best to answer. Understood?" He asks more pointedly this time. "... Now ask again. What have the Redbrands been making you, and your fellows do here? Do you know of the whereabouts of any prisoners here? And do you know anything of a Cragmaw Castle, or Gundrun, a dwarf like him." He gestures over to Karl.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Karl says to Vondal "I reckon its a sheila, normally I'd say go gentle, but I don't reckon she'd know what 'gentle' was if it 'it 'er over the 'ead. What's more she wont thank you for it."
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Vondal actually blushes at that, and for a few moments couldn't speak. Sucking in a deep breathe after, he regains a measure of composure. "I cannot speak for you Uncle, or anyone else. But I do not do what I do to be thanked, or some reward... though I would turn down one. Most times." He grins grimly. "But as I said. Not big on torture, or causing needless harm. And matters not if one is 'Sheeila or not to me." He chuckles weakly. "Got me sister to thank for that."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.