"You haven't fought many over of our deeper ground cousin. " Vondal tries to whisper quietly back to Karl. And yet despite his own words, he cringed whenever one of the companions let the dwarven standard of firmly planting a foot on the ground get the best of them.
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The hobgoblin stops moving through the trees and underbrush, and as the dwarves look in his direction, they can see they've been spotted. He stands stone still, watching them.
Karl whispers (well at least he thinks he does) to Vondal "well that cunning plan of yours ranks up there with great failures of dwarvish history - what do we do now?"
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DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond DM - Four bards walk into a bar... Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
"Oh come on! we know you were looking for us! " says Adrom walking out the brush " and you were to tough or to stupid to talk, probably would prefer to get you killed than to do it. So we have to try. Why don't you save us a lot of time, and you a lot of pain, and you tell us why you were targeting us, who hired you and where do we can find him? You know, we have things to do and we would like to settle this as soon as possible, so if you were so kind..."
Seeing Adrom step up to the Hobgoblin, Karl follows him out of the woods idly whistling a tune that sounds a lot like John Henry and slapping the Warhammer into his meaty fist, starts singing something that sounds a lot like
"He picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel; Said, "Hammer's gonna be the death of me, Lord, Lord. Hammer's gonna be the death of me."
Vondal said nothing, seeming more intent on consider another plan than argue. So, when Karl and Adrom slip out to command or sing, it takes a few moments for it all to register on the gold dwarf's face. With a final sigh, he comes out dusting his pants. "Well. It was worth a shot. Do what you will Uncle. Zander." Trusting the two, if not Nif to outpace the hobgoblin should he full out run, Vondal waltz over and places a hand on Adrom's shoulder.
"It is our connection to Gundrun -- to the rockseeker brothers, that we are targeted." He explains in conversational whispers. "Probably think we know his secret regarding what mentioned it book gave last? And even if not, we have interrupted their business as-is in town, and seek to do further harm in pursuit of our compatriot. So, yeah... But good other questions though. Hope maybe see it pointless to not say now."
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Whilst the group distracts the Hobgoblin, Nif keeps moving so he can investigate the path the Hobgoblin was following, trying to see if he can find tracks.or something that would hint at which direction the Hobgoblin intended on travelling.
The hobgoblin narrows his eyes as Adrom and then Karl approach. As Nif starts moving through the brush, the goblin looks uneasy. His eyes are moving between all four dwarves. "I will say nothing," the creature finally says bravely. "Especially to brutes who would leave my brethren to be the food of insects and scavengers. They deserve better than this. They deserve a proper introduction to the afterlife."
Nif doesn't find any kind of trail. The hobgoblin seems to have been making his own path through the trees and brush.
Karl looks a bit shamefaced at the Hobgoblin's challenge and says in aside to Adrom, "my ancestors might have been looking favourably on me in the last battle but they'd soon turn their backs on me if they found out I had disrespected somebody's dead." He turns to the Hobgoblin and says "You're probably right there. They did fight the good fight! So how do you farewell your kind!"
Vondal looks just as shamefaced if not even more so by the Hobgoblin's challenge. He starts to say something in their defense, only to bite back a retort, finding the words wanting. Though still leery enough of the hobgoblin to keep a hand close to a bow, he waits for Karl's next cue over daring to say or do anything more.
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Adrom nods " You are right" he says " We were waiting for you to wake so some of us can follow you to find out our answers. We will tend your death now, we are not savages after all..."
The cleric says nothing but he is impressed by the plea of the hobgoblin. He was in real trouble having to face the group that had beaten him before, and killed all his unit, and he didn't ran or beg for his life. He cared about his fallen comrades.
They could be enemies, but damn them if they say the dwarves didn't behave with honor.
At the mention of "a proper introduction to the afterlife," a very old memory comes back to Vondal. He sits at his writing desk back in the Rift, another thick tome before him. Fighting the sleep of the bored, he turns the page, and an illustration catches his eye. It is a simple, yet provocative drawing of a pyre. Two humanoids, drawn mostly in shadow to depict the light coming from the flames, have the barest of goblinoid features. His dwarven eyes begin reading the text concerning hobgoblin funeral rites, which conclude with the bodies of the deceased being burned as a sacrifice to Nomog-Geaya in order to introduce them to the afterlife.
(@All: As you can see, being both a highborn and a book worm has its merits!)
"Zut Alors."Vondal mutters under breath as the memory resolved itself as both bane and blessing. Frustrated nevertheless, he gives Rul a hard look for a second or two before it softens back into a defeated one. "Nomog-Geaya." He says as he looked for recognition in the hobgoblin's eyes. "Shit. Alright. Leave it to Big Sis to old challenges to be of use. We will need much wood for a pire. Oil to, if have. And clearing. This is right, no? A funeral that is offering to your maker -- mn, god, I mean. I know not any of the words, but do not think there were any for it that wasn't straight-forward. Other ways not really hobgoblin ways."
Having said all that, he asks for Nif to find a sizeable enough clearing if one isn't already visible, and tries to recruit Rul with a motion to help move the bodies to it.
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"If you don't expending the magic for it. And if Rul here finds it is not an offense..."He looks to Rul with an expectant look, and leaves things there until he answers.
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Reluctantly Nif helps collect wood to make the big pyre. But whenever possible he keeps his eyes on the hobgoblin.
As he is doing so, he says to the other group members, "I could see no sign of trail or path that he was following. So this must be the only way to get him to talk."
"You haven't fought many over of our deeper ground cousin. " Vondal tries to whisper quietly back to Karl. And yet despite his own words, he cringed whenever one of the companions let the dwarven standard of firmly planting a foot on the ground get the best of them.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The hobgoblin stops moving through the trees and underbrush, and as the dwarves look in his direction, they can see they've been spotted. He stands stone still, watching them.
Karl whispers (well at least he thinks he does) to Vondal "well that cunning plan of yours ranks up there with great failures of dwarvish history - what do we do now?"
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
"Oh come on! we know you were looking for us! " says Adrom walking out the brush " and you were to tough or to stupid to talk, probably would prefer to get you killed than to do it. So we have to try. Why don't you save us a lot of time, and you a lot of pain, and you tell us why you were targeting us, who hired you and where do we can find him? You know, we have things to do and we would like to settle this as soon as possible, so if you were so kind..."
PbP Character: A few ;)
Seeing Adrom step up to the Hobgoblin, Karl follows him out of the woods idly whistling a tune that sounds a lot like John Henry and slapping the Warhammer into his meaty fist, starts singing something that sounds a lot like
"He picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel;
Said, "Hammer's gonna be the death of me, Lord, Lord.
Hammer's gonna be the death of me."
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Adrom nods to Vondal but keep an eye on the hobgoblin.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Whilst the group distracts the Hobgoblin, Nif keeps moving so he can investigate the path the Hobgoblin was following, trying to see if he can find tracks.or something that would hint at which direction the Hobgoblin intended on travelling.
Investigation: 11
The hobgoblin narrows his eyes as Adrom and then Karl approach. As Nif starts moving through the brush, the goblin looks uneasy. His eyes are moving between all four dwarves. "I will say nothing," the creature finally says bravely. "Especially to brutes who would leave my brethren to be the food of insects and scavengers. They deserve better than this. They deserve a proper introduction to the afterlife."
Nif doesn't find any kind of trail. The hobgoblin seems to have been making his own path through the trees and brush.
Karl looks a bit shamefaced at the Hobgoblin's challenge and says in aside to Adrom, "my ancestors might have been looking favourably on me in the last battle but they'd soon turn their backs on me if they found out I had disrespected somebody's dead." He turns to the Hobgoblin and says "You're probably right there. They did fight the good fight! So how do you farewell your kind!"
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Vondal looks just as shamefaced if not even more so by the Hobgoblin's challenge. He starts to say something in their defense, only to bite back a retort, finding the words wanting. Though still leery enough of the hobgoblin to keep a hand close to a bow, he waits for Karl's next cue over daring to say or do anything more.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Adrom nods " You are right" he says " We were waiting for you to wake so some of us can follow you to find out our answers. We will tend your death now, we are not savages after all..."
The cleric says nothing but he is impressed by the plea of the hobgoblin. He was in real trouble having to face the group that had beaten him before, and killed all his unit, and he didn't ran or beg for his life. He cared about his fallen comrades.
They could be enemies, but damn them if they say the dwarves didn't behave with honor.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Everyone roll either a history or religion check.
Brain Boost!: 23.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
OOC: OK, then.
At the mention of "a proper introduction to the afterlife," a very old memory comes back to Vondal. He sits at his writing desk back in the Rift, another thick tome before him. Fighting the sleep of the bored, he turns the page, and an illustration catches his eye. It is a simple, yet provocative drawing of a pyre. Two humanoids, drawn mostly in shadow to depict the light coming from the flames, have the barest of goblinoid features. His dwarven eyes begin reading the text concerning hobgoblin funeral rites, which conclude with the bodies of the deceased being burned as a sacrifice to Nomog-Geaya in order to introduce them to the afterlife.
(@All: As you can see, being both a highborn and a book worm has its merits!)
"Zut Alors." Vondal mutters under breath as the memory resolved itself as both bane and blessing. Frustrated nevertheless, he gives Rul a hard look for a second or two before it softens back into a defeated one. "Nomog-Geaya." He says as he looked for recognition in the hobgoblin's eyes. "Shit. Alright. Leave it to Big Sis to old challenges to be of use. We will need much wood for a pire. Oil to, if have. And clearing. This is right, no? A funeral that is offering to your maker -- mn, god, I mean. I know not any of the words, but do not think there were any for it that wasn't straight-forward. Other ways not really hobgoblin ways."
Having said all that, he asks for Nif to find a sizeable enough clearing if one isn't already visible, and tries to recruit Rul with a motion to help move the bodies to it.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Alternatively..."
Zander's hands light up with fire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
“Better put them together under a good wood pile, that would be useful to start the fire lad” says Adrom to Zander
PbP Character: A few ;)
"If you don't expending the magic for it. And if Rul here finds it is not an offense..." He looks to Rul with an expectant look, and leaves things there until he answers.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Reluctantly Nif helps collect wood to make the big pyre. But whenever possible he keeps his eyes on the hobgoblin.
As he is doing so, he says to the other group members, "I could see no sign of trail or path that he was following. So this must be the only way to get him to talk."