About the time that Agozur asks this question, he and Lil hear, "Aye lad...mighty fine question, Well, da beast be ded, eh? Whe kint be gettin on wit dat behemot dere. It be teeken the wagon straight up der mittle." As you look, you see the dwarven merchant's bearded head first peeking around the large rock you all came around. Then as he gets bolder, he steps out a little more taking in the scene, "Well, dat purr sohl dun gone to da ded book a mite earlee, Imma tinkin'." Pointing to the corpse on the ground, "Wher'in da rest be?" As you see him looking around and into the forest.
[As a reminder, we are out of initiative, and anyone can act or speak. I show Morn, Mobya, and Silv'ar staring at the large makeshift papoose and its contents with Alesandair walking up behind them. At the same time, Lil and Agozur stand cleaning their weapons on the road by the fallen creatures and talking with the dwarven merchant.]
Looking back towards the Dwarf with a smirk "The beasts are dead but our associates are currently playing in a hole, I'm sure they will be done soon so we can accomplish our task.
Looking back at Lil and whispering "I don't even think destiny knows what this Dwarf is talking about."
"I think Agozur he said something about making a coat out of the bodies or something. These merchants...ha... always trying to make gold off something or other. Don't worry if he starts to eye you up Agozur for a matching hat I'll give him one of these" As I slap the back of my hand against the palm of the other "Probably best we start to get these bodies out of the way before he starts measuring them up as a pattern. Back on the farm my uncle used to have a kilt made out of wolf pelt, itchiest thing I ever felt, can't imagine these beasts being any nicer" I will walk over to the closest body in the path and start to attempt to pull it towards the edge of the path
[The Death Dog about 350 lbs.The Grim's about 250 lbs. If you started with the Grimlock...]
As Lil, roughly reaches for the wrist of the beheaded beast, he begins to pull the body, but despite his farmhand roughness, his hand slips from the mud and gore and nearly falls backward as he shares his family anecdote.
Mobya lifts the basket lid by the leather strap and flips it open, better exposing the tiny creatures hidden inside. She asks her friends : “Are these creatures just kids?”
As Mobya lifts the large basket, she realizes it is over half her size, and after she flips open the leather top, she has to switch to holding it with two hands. As the druid peers into the basket, she realizes these are indeed cubs of a sort, of three sorts actually. One is orange skinned, a second pale green, and a third--about half the size of the other two--is a placid and pale yellow. They each look up at you large eyes wide: one smiles, one attempts to hide, and the third reaches toward her. They are not creatures whose cubs are oft seen by outsiders, but Mobya still recognizes the trio as hobogoblin, orc, and goblin babes.
Mobya’s heart grows three sizes as she looks into their ugly-but-cutesy faces and grabs the tiny hand that is reaching out to her. She wants to keep them all, but quickly realizes something is very wrong, as this mixed collection of youngsters should be with their own parents, not in a basket hidden on rocks.
To the tots, using a soft, soothing voice: “My goodness, you cuties look hungry! You’re safe now, do not worry”
Alesandair looking from the basket to Mobya says stoically, "I can't even fathom raising 3 feral creatures like this..maybe their group is what you were hearing down in that hole."
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Relieved to see Silv’ar reappear from the hole unscathed, Mobya also heads over to where Morn is standing.
Alesandair quickly forgets about the mangled body and saunters over to see what the fuss is about.
"Now, what in Kalshtai do you make of this?"
Kicking at a small rock in the ground Agozur will begin to lazily roll his eyes "Lil who's watching the caravan we're paid to be protecting?"
About the time that Agozur asks this question, he and Lil hear, "Aye lad...mighty fine question, Well, da beast be ded, eh? Whe kint be gettin on wit dat behemot dere. It be teeken the wagon straight up der mittle." As you look, you see the dwarven merchant's bearded head first peeking around the large rock you all came around. Then as he gets bolder, he steps out a little more taking in the scene, "Well, dat purr sohl dun gone to da ded book a mite earlee, Imma tinkin'." Pointing to the corpse on the ground, "Wher'in da rest be?" As you see him looking around and into the forest.
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[As a reminder, we are out of initiative, and anyone can act or speak. I show Morn, Mobya, and Silv'ar staring at the large makeshift papoose and its contents with Alesandair walking up behind them. At the same time, Lil and Agozur stand cleaning their weapons on the road by the fallen creatures and talking with the dwarven merchant.]
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Silv'ar bends down to take a closer look and to see what he can make of this creature.
Looking back towards the Dwarf with a smirk "The beasts are dead but our associates are currently playing in a hole, I'm sure they will be done soon so we can accomplish our task.
Looking back at Lil and whispering "I don't even think destiny knows what this Dwarf is talking about."
[hahahaha, is the accent a bit too much? hahahaha, ...DM Tip though: You will need to move the bodies for the wagon to get past.]
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Lil
"I think Agozur he said something about making a coat out of the bodies or something. These merchants...ha... always trying to make gold off something or other. Don't worry if he starts to eye you up Agozur for a matching hat I'll give him one of these" As I slap the back of my hand against the palm of the other "Probably best we start to get these bodies out of the way before he starts measuring them up as a pattern. Back on the farm my uncle used to have a kilt made out of wolf pelt, itchiest thing I ever felt, can't imagine these beasts being any nicer" I will walk over to the closest body in the path and start to attempt to pull it towards the edge of the path
Strength - 9
Lil
"I think Agozur I might need some help, these things are slick with blood and damn slippery, like a snake in the old swimming 'ole down by the farm"
[The Death Dog about 350 lbs.The Grim's about 250 lbs. If you started with the Grimlock...]
As Lil, roughly reaches for the wrist of the beheaded beast, he begins to pull the body, but despite his farmhand roughness, his hand slips from the mud and gore and nearly falls backward as he shares his family anecdote.
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7 Strength check
Chuckling Agozur will lend a hand to Lil without saying a word.
OOC: With Agozur's powerful build he can lift 960 lbs or carry 480lbs while moving at a reasonable pace. He's got this on lock.
Mobya lifts the basket lid by the leather strap and flips it open, better exposing the tiny creatures hidden inside. She asks her friends : “Are these creatures just kids?”
Make a nature check Mobya.
[@Agozur, hahahaha] Agozur manages to push, pull, and sometimes roll the decapitated creature off the path, its loincloth flapping this way and that.
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Nature check 21
As Mobya lifts the large basket, she realizes it is over half her size, and after she flips open the leather top, she has to switch to holding it with two hands. As the druid peers into the basket, she realizes these are indeed cubs of a sort, of three sorts actually. One is orange skinned, a second pale green, and a third--about half the size of the other two--is a placid and pale yellow. They each look up at you large eyes wide: one smiles, one attempts to hide, and the third reaches toward her. They are not creatures whose cubs are oft seen by outsiders, but Mobya still recognizes the trio as hobogoblin, orc, and goblin babes.
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Mobya’s heart grows three sizes as she looks into their ugly-but-cutesy faces and grabs the tiny hand that is reaching out to her. She wants to keep them all, but quickly realizes something is very wrong, as this mixed collection of youngsters should be with their own parents, not in a basket hidden on rocks.
To the tots, using a soft, soothing voice: “My goodness, you cuties look hungry! You’re safe now, do not worry”
To the adults, worried: “now what do we do?!?”
Alesandair, Silv'ar, Morn? How do you respond to Mobya's question?
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(Morn)
Asks Silv'ar, "whats in the hole, anything that provides a clue as to what these young are doing here alone?"
Alesandair looking from the basket to Mobya says stoically, "I can't even fathom raising 3 feral creatures like this..maybe their group is what you were hearing down in that hole."