The dark feathered Aarakocra grabs the Goblin and slides across the path, coming to a screeching halt. In a low, grating voice, it says, “Stay back ‘heroes’, this one belongs to me.” He then pins the poor goblin to the tree, and with a terrifying screech, he yells, “WHERE IS YOUR LEADER!?”
Misha pokes her head out of the bushes to see a fearsome-looking Aarakocra standing over the goblin. Seeing that she is not the focus she steps out and walks up to the Aarakocra standing over the goblin. She kneels and looks to the goblin. “You look uncomfortable. That looked pretty scary. Sorry, not sorry.”
Misha looks up. “That dead hobgoblin was their leader. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, though. A bit frightening for sure. My name is Misha!” She extends a small, gnomish hand and then points to Leokoris and Skorli.
”That lady there, That’s Leokoris. The dwarf is Skorli. I’m Misha, but I already told you that. What’s your name and that was one heck of an entrance! Are those landings usually so dramatic? You scared me by the way. Glad that’s not me under there.” Misha says looking back at the goblin.
The Aarakocra nods, and says, “Very well, but don’t expect me to show mercy to these, creatures, again.” He drops the goblin. “I am Varen of the Skyheart clan, of the Alcorith Mountains.”
“Nice to meet you, Varen of the Skyheart Clan, of the Alcorith Mountains. What brings you here? Were you aware that we are on a mission right now? I think that we swapped one curious person for another curious pers—bird man. You see, Windy was with us for a bit before she just poof’d and disappeared. Poor Windy, I hope it didn’t hurt much, but I think she is in a better place. Anyways, I am happy that you found us if you’re going to help us out.”
Misha pulls her component pouch out and begins reorganizing all her spell components after that battle so she has quick access again. She walks off towards Leokoris and Skorli. “Leokoris! You’ve been hit! That looks like blood. Does it hurt much? Would you allow me to touch it and make it feel better?”
Skorli squints at the new arrival and thinks to himself, Did we trade one loony for another?
The dwarven cleric makes a slight bow, and says aloud, "Well met, Varen o' ta Skyheart Clan. I am Skorli Bonebreak, priest o' ta Eternal Forge. Welcome to ta team."
He hurriedly wipes down Frigga before stowing her on his back, and assisting to restrain the prisoner.
He whispers to Leokoris, "Hey, I thought we wasn't gonna take no prisoners. What are we supposed to do wit' this beastie?"
Varen says, “You’re looking for the main encampment of the Goblinoid Legion, yes? Then why don’t we pry the location form this creature’s screaming lips?”
The dwarf replies, "...because the screams will alert ta whole neighborhood to our presence? We're tryin' to sneak up on ta Warlord, not bring every goblin wit'in a half mile down on us."
That's not my.... ow! That hurts.., yes please, Misha...some more of that?
We have a solid idea where the Gobbie's are camped out at, Varen...Mercy for a prisoner? Or is he a craven fool running away from his rightful lords and masters? Right now only the 5 of us know which one he really is don't we? Hey Gobbie! What's your name? Maybe you can get us into Big Boss camp, yes, nice and quiet like?
Varen, pardon the question, and I means you no disrespect, but can you fly?
That's not my.... ow! That hurts.., yes please, Misha...some more of that?
Misha reaches up to the wound and gently places her hand on it. A warm, pleasant sensation, much like a light tingling in the area spreads over the wound.
Cure light wounds: 7
She removes her hand and takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly. “There you are, Leokoris. I think you will be much finer now. It looked like a nasty gash and I was worried, but I think you’ll be as right as rain now.”
“Oh, we just want to know where it is your camp is and help us. In return, I can make you a nice meal when we camp later! I’m a pretty good cook and I think you’ll like what I make if you give me a chance. Do you have any favorite foods? I don’t know what goblins eat, really. I wonder if you had a mother or nana that always made you something nice. I could try and make tha!.”
"Food! I like food," the goblin perks up. "Anything would be nice. We haven't had much to eat since we began marching toward the city. As far as where the camp is, it's just over that hill," he says pointing. "The Big Boss as you call him is in the big tent in the middle with the flags flying over it."
Pleased to meet you Bek. All righty, we are all going up that hill to have a look see. I'd rather climb a different hill to be safe but we don't have much time...
Leokoris sets forth setting a good pace, more than steady, less than a hustle
Misha’s little legs try to keep up with Leokoris. All the while talking to the goblin following them. ”Bek, you don’t seem terrible at all! You sound like you’re just hungry! Where are all you goblins coming from?”
(Ooc- I just presumed that the goblin was friendly enough to help us out after Misha offered to cook a meal for him. Lol. I apologize if that is not the case.)
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The dark feathered Aarakocra grabs the Goblin and slides across the path, coming to a screeching halt. In a low, grating voice, it says, “Stay back ‘heroes’, this one belongs to me.” He then pins the poor goblin to the tree, and with a terrifying screech, he yells, “WHERE IS YOUR LEADER!?”
Intimidation: 15
Skorli mutely points at the dead hobgoblin.
The goblin also mutely points to the dead hobgoblin.
Misha pokes her head out of the bushes to see a fearsome-looking Aarakocra standing over the goblin. Seeing that she is not the focus she steps out and walks up to the Aarakocra standing over the goblin. She kneels and looks to the goblin. “You look uncomfortable. That looked pretty scary. Sorry, not sorry.”
Misha looks up. “That dead hobgoblin was their leader. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, though. A bit frightening for sure. My name is Misha!” She extends a small, gnomish hand and then points to Leokoris and Skorli.
”That lady there, That’s Leokoris. The dwarf is Skorli. I’m Misha, but I already told you that. What’s your name and that was one heck of an entrance! Are those landings usually so dramatic? You scared me by the way. Glad that’s not me under there.” Misha says looking back at the goblin.
Just so you know, whenever gobbies and hobgobbies get together it's the hobgobbies are the ones in charge, mostly...
The soldier looks at the arakockra, taking careful note of the leather armour, and long bow...
Let's clean our weapons, folks. I want to be out of here in 5 minutes, with the goblin alive...
She wipes down her warhammer with a practiced ease, and then searches the hobgoblin, looking in particular for documents...
Investigation 13
The Aarakocra nods, and says, “Very well, but don’t expect me to show mercy to these, creatures, again.” He drops the goblin. “I am Varen of the Skyheart clan, of the Alcorith Mountains.”
Leokoris, you do not find any documents on the hobgoblin.
“Nice to meet you, Varen of the Skyheart Clan, of the Alcorith Mountains. What brings you here? Were you aware that we are on a mission right now? I think that we swapped one curious person for another curious pers—bird man. You see, Windy was with us for a bit before she just poof’d and disappeared. Poor Windy, I hope it didn’t hurt much, but I think she is in a better place. Anyways, I am happy that you found us if you’re going to help us out.”
Misha pulls her component pouch out and begins reorganizing all her spell components after that battle so she has quick access again. She walks off towards Leokoris and Skorli. “Leokoris! You’ve been hit! That looks like blood. Does it hurt much? Would you allow me to touch it and make it feel better?”
Skorli squints at the new arrival and thinks to himself, Did we trade one loony for another?
The dwarven cleric makes a slight bow, and says aloud, "Well met, Varen o' ta Skyheart Clan. I am Skorli Bonebreak, priest o' ta Eternal Forge. Welcome to ta team."
He hurriedly wipes down Frigga before stowing her on his back, and assisting to restrain the prisoner.
He whispers to Leokoris, "Hey, I thought we wasn't gonna take no prisoners. What are we supposed to do wit' this beastie?"
Varen says, “You’re looking for the main encampment of the Goblinoid Legion, yes? Then why don’t we pry the location form this creature’s screaming lips?”
The dwarf replies, "...because the screams will alert ta whole neighborhood to our presence? We're tryin' to sneak up on ta Warlord, not bring every goblin wit'in a half mile down on us."
That's not my.... ow! That hurts.., yes please, Misha...some more of that?
We have a solid idea where the Gobbie's are camped out at, Varen...Mercy for a prisoner? Or is he a craven fool running away from his rightful lords and masters? Right now only the 5 of us know which one he really is don't we? Hey Gobbie! What's your name? Maybe you can get us into Big Boss camp, yes, nice and quiet like?
Varen, pardon the question, and I means you no disrespect, but can you fly?
Misha reaches up to the wound and gently places her hand on it. A warm, pleasant sensation, much like a light tingling in the area spreads over the wound.
Cure light wounds: 7
She removes her hand and takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly. “There you are, Leokoris. I think you will be much finer now. It looked like a nasty gash and I was worried, but I think you’ll be as right as rain now.”
"My name is Bek," the goblin replies hesitantly to Leokoris. "What do you mean by me getting you into Big Boss camp?"
“Oh, we just want to know where it is your camp is and help us. In return, I can make you a nice meal when we camp later! I’m a pretty good cook and I think you’ll like what I make if you give me a chance. Do you have any favorite foods? I don’t know what goblins eat, really. I wonder if you had a mother or nana that always made you something nice. I could try and make tha!.”
Misha attempts to persuade the goblin.
(OOC- Persuasion: 11)
"Food! I like food," the goblin perks up. "Anything would be nice. We haven't had much to eat since we began marching toward the city. As far as where the camp is, it's just over that hill," he says pointing. "The Big Boss as you call him is in the big tent in the middle with the flags flying over it."
Pleased to meet you Bek. All righty, we are all going up that hill to have a look see. I'd rather climb a different hill to be safe but we don't have much time...
Leokoris sets forth setting a good pace, more than steady, less than a hustle
Misha’s little legs try to keep up with Leokoris. All the while talking to the goblin following them. ”Bek, you don’t seem terrible at all! You sound like you’re just hungry! Where are all you goblins coming from?”
OOC I'm not sure what's going on. Is the prisoner following us? Is he restrained somehow?
IC
"Er... boss? Misha? What's to prevent ta little guy from hollerin' and givin' away our position?" asks Skorli worriedly.
(Ooc- I just presumed that the goblin was friendly enough to help us out after Misha offered to cook a meal for him. Lol. I apologize if that is not the case.)