Rhi grabs one the veggie stews, famished from constant fighting for several days without much nourishment, he eats carefully but rapidly. Sighing as the warm liquid hits his throat.
Misha’s eyes widen as the food and drinks are placed on the table. She looks at Leokoris and smiles, “Thank you, miss! You’re very generous!
She picks up one of the mugs with both hands and takes a drink. She then sets it down and does a little curtsy and puts her hand out. “My name is Misha. At your service!”
Leokoris, at yours, smile creasing the scars on her face, tinged with a bit of sadness. Leo touches palms with Misha as a handshake, and plops down into a chair with the ease of familiarity. She waits for the others to choose their bowls and ale, and then tucks into the last.
Misha brightly smiles as their palms touch. In her bright voice, “Oh my! That is a wonderful way of greeting each other! I like that SO much better than shaking hands like all other humans do so. It’s so cold and unfeeling, to me at least.”
Misha touches palms with Leokoris once more and proceeds to touch palms with the others as a way to greet others instead of a traditional handshake.
"Looks like you have quite a squad here, Sergeant," Joe says to Sloan.
"Yes, quite a squad," Sloan replies. "Let's see if I got everybody: Dire (Goliath Blood Hunter), Rhi (Akren/Aarokokra Monk), Leokoris (Half-Elf Fighter), Misha (Gnome Sorcerer), Waltz (Elf Paladin), and Xienuty (Half-Orc Barbarian). Am I missing anyone?"
"I think a couple more volunteers will be joining us shortly," Joe says to Sloan, "but with this group, you won't be needing me, and I have pressing matters for the Elemental Coven which I must attend to. Good Luck, Sergeant Sloan. I'll check in on you and your squad in a few days, hopefully after the goblins have been defeated."
"Thanks, Joe," Sergeant Sloan sighs. "See you later."
With a hearty handshake, Joe takes his leave of Sergeant Sloan and his squad of volunteers.
OOC: We have about five other people who would like to join but have not yet. If you are still interested, create a character on D&D Beyond then join the campaign at https://ddb.ac/campaigns/join/26948591907093113. Once you have done that, come on in to the Swan Inn and introduce yourself. Anyone who has not PM'd Bruce_the_Barbarian nor followed directions by Friday at 10:00 pm EDT (UTC/GMT-4) will not be able to join the party. Depending on how many do follow instructions, I may have to make two or more groups.
Misha notices Waltz and moves over, curiously. “I can’t help but notice that you seem a bit tired. Long travel?”
Waltz grabs a bowl of veggie stew. "Yes. My village was burned by the army, and I rode here as fast as possible." He reaches for the ale, but winces and instead takes a drink from his waterskin.
OOC: Is this okay as part of my characters backstory?
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
As the drinks and stew are being eaten and drank, Xienuty takes the nearest seat and sits down. The chair is clearly to small for his big frame, but he still manages. Leaning forward towards the table he says, “To add on to what…Waltz, is that right?…is asking, is there only one commander? How many troops are we talking about here?”
Skorli mutters, "Goblins! They dinna need a reason ta pillage 'n kill. 'Tis what they think about all day, and dream about at night. 'Tis their nature, and ain't nothin' reasonable about it."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Do we know where they are? Leokoris ate her stew efficiently (tilt head back, open jaw, pour in contents of dish), and then sipped her dark ale thoughtfully...
"Here is what we know right now," Sergeant Sloan says as he pulls a sheet of parchment from the inside pocket of his double-breasted uniform jacket and begins reading:
The Goblinoid Army consists of the one hobgoblin warlord, and four hobgoblin captains over five battalions each. One battalion consists of a lieutenant from amongst the centurion ranks and over five centuries of troops. Four centurions report to one lieutenant, making five hobgoblin captains per battalion. Each century is made up of four platoons consisting of twenty-one goblins led by a hobgoblin platoon leader and three hobgoblin squad leaders. Each platoon is made up of three or four squads consisting of a hobgoblin and five to eight goblins.
Therefore, the entire army consists of one hobgoblin warlord, 104 hobgoblin captains, and 1600 hobgoblins, as well as about 8800 goblins.
Under each of the four division hobgoblin captains are three squads of bugbears. Each division has two scout squads and one special assassin squad. Each squad has six to nine bugbears. Over one hundred bugbears are in the Goblinoid Army.
"Uh, Rhi is it?" Sergeant Sloan says to the bird-man as he sets the parchment on the table for all to see. "You and the goliath, Dire I think is his name, were at the siege of Daruinjak. What can you tell us about this Goblinoid Army?"
Rhi grabs one the veggie stews, famished from constant fighting for several days without much nourishment, he eats carefully but rapidly. Sighing as the warm liquid hits his throat.
Misha’s eyes widen as the food and drinks are placed on the table. She looks at Leokoris and smiles, “Thank you, miss! You’re very generous!
She picks up one of the mugs with both hands and takes a drink. She then sets it down and does a little curtsy and puts her hand out. “My name is Misha. At your service!”
Leokoris, at yours, smile creasing the scars on her face, tinged with a bit of sadness. Leo touches palms with Misha as a handshake, and plops down into a chair with the ease of familiarity. She waits for the others to choose their bowls and ale, and then tucks into the last.
Misha brightly smiles as their palms touch. In her bright voice, “Oh my! That is a wonderful way of greeting each other! I like that SO much better than shaking hands like all other humans do so. It’s so cold and unfeeling, to me at least.”
Misha touches palms with Leokoris once more and proceeds to touch palms with the others as a way to greet others instead of a traditional handshake.
"Looks like you have quite a squad here, Sergeant," Joe says to Sloan.
"Yes, quite a squad," Sloan replies. "Let's see if I got everybody: Dire (Goliath Blood Hunter), Rhi (Akren/Aarokokra Monk), Leokoris (Half-Elf Fighter), Misha (Gnome Sorcerer), Waltz (Elf Paladin), and Xienuty (Half-Orc Barbarian). Am I missing anyone?"
OOC: Please join the campaign at https://ddb.ac/campaigns/join/26948591907093113 if you have not done so already.
"I think a couple more volunteers will be joining us shortly," Joe says to Sloan, "but with this group, you won't be needing me, and I have pressing matters for the Elemental Coven which I must attend to. Good Luck, Sergeant Sloan. I'll check in on you and your squad in a few days, hopefully after the goblins have been defeated."
"Thanks, Joe," Sergeant Sloan sighs. "See you later."
With a hearty handshake, Joe takes his leave of Sergeant Sloan and his squad of volunteers.
I'm in if you'll have me
OOC: We have about five other people who would like to join but have not yet. If you are still interested, create a character on D&D Beyond then join the campaign at https://ddb.ac/campaigns/join/26948591907093113. Once you have done that, come on in to the Swan Inn and introduce yourself. Anyone who has not PM'd Bruce_the_Barbarian nor followed directions by Friday at 10:00 pm EDT (UTC/GMT-4) will not be able to join the party. Depending on how many do follow instructions, I may have to make two or more groups.
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Skorli reaches up for an ale, ignoring the stews. He nods appreciatively to Leokoris.
"Me. Ye forgots me. Unlessin' ye not be needin' a healer wit' ya."
Pleased to meet you all, and Skorli ;) Healers are always welcome
Waltz grabs a bowl of veggie stew. "Yes. My village was burned by the army, and I rode here as fast as possible." He reaches for the ale, but winces and instead takes a drink from his waterskin.
OOC: Is this okay as part of my characters backstory?
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
“Oh! That’s terrible! These goblins care for nothing! My clan has scattered all over because of the invasion! I am here representing them also!”
She frowns empathizing with Waltz’s plight. “I hope we all can turn the tide against this unjustified provocation.”
Waltz talks in between bites of food and drinks of water. "There has to be some reason. Do we know the name of the commander?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
As the drinks and stew are being eaten and drank, Xienuty takes the nearest seat and sits down. The chair is clearly to small for his big frame, but he still manages. Leaning forward towards the table he says, “To add on to what…Waltz, is that right?…is asking, is there only one commander? How many troops are we talking about here?”
Skorli mutters, "Goblins! They dinna need a reason ta pillage 'n kill. 'Tis what they think about all day, and dream about at night. 'Tis their nature, and ain't nothin' reasonable about it."
Waltz looks over at the Half-Orc "There should be one person holding power. There is no other way the sub-commanders would stay otherwise."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Misha watches and listens to Xienuty, Waltz and Skorli debate on who is overseeing the Goblin invasion.
”Curious. How many goblins does one commander command? Can anyone command a goblin army or does it have to be one large, ugly goblin?”
"I'm not sure, but the goblins who attacked my village had one leader, and three commanders. I'd assume the army follows a pattern like that."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Do we know where they are? Leokoris ate her stew efficiently (tilt head back, open jaw, pour in contents of dish), and then sipped her dark ale thoughtfully...
"Here is what we know right now," Sergeant Sloan says as he pulls a sheet of parchment from the inside pocket of his double-breasted uniform jacket and begins reading:
The Goblinoid Army consists of the one hobgoblin warlord, and four hobgoblin captains over five battalions each. One battalion consists of a lieutenant from amongst the centurion ranks and over five centuries of troops. Four centurions report to one lieutenant, making five hobgoblin captains per battalion. Each century is made up of four platoons consisting of twenty-one goblins led by a hobgoblin platoon leader and three hobgoblin squad leaders. Each platoon is made up of three or four squads consisting of a hobgoblin and five to eight goblins.
Therefore, the entire army consists of one hobgoblin warlord, 104 hobgoblin captains, and 1600 hobgoblins, as well as about 8800 goblins.
Under each of the four division hobgoblin captains are three squads of bugbears. Each division has two scout squads and one special assassin squad. Each squad has six to nine bugbears. Over one hundred bugbears are in the Goblinoid Army.
"Uh, Rhi is it?" Sergeant Sloan says to the bird-man as he sets the parchment on the table for all to see. "You and the goliath, Dire I think is his name, were at the siege of Daruinjak. What can you tell us about this Goblinoid Army?"