Sorrow eats in silence, her eyes occasionally flickering skyward then to Veeshal then to the pile of gear. She pinches the bridge of her nose as she breaks her fast. At last she nods as if reaching a decision. Speaking softly to the group, she puts forth the start of a plan. ‘I have an idea.’ Once she’s sure they’re all at least listening she’s continues. ‘We need to reach the gobs den and see if by chance the females and youngling elves are there. We’ve eliminated a fair number of the little turds-and quite possibly even one of the lieutenants in their masters circle. To that end, I’m proposing that Vee assumes the identity of said lieutenant by donning the armor and carrying his weapons. He happens to be the only one of us close enough in height and weight to wear it. If wont be perfect, but this upcoming rain could work in our favor to help pull this off. We just have to get close enough to be inside their guard. The rest of us will play the part of captives, being ‘tied up’ and linked together with rope. Once inside we’ll be able to free ourselves and-hopefully-get our answers and put a stop to the gob infestation.’ She looks over the group, waiting for feedback.

"That sounds like a plan," J'nah looks at Vee, " Don't forget the deep voice." He said mimicking the guttural tone that he barely heard coming from the big guy. 

Amazed by the magic of the wood elves trees, Mouser watches closely as it grows and becomes lush and vibrant "Hey! That's some cool magic!" He says, nonplussed. 

"While I can't speak goblin, I think I could do a good job disguising you as one. And maybe us halflings as right-sized compatriots?" Festoon offers, pulling out paints and appliances for disguising. 

Vee pulls out a bloodied bandage and winds it around his throat, then in a deeper toned stage whisper ‘This should work too as part of the disguise-looking like my throat or neck was injured in capturing the hulking brute.’ He said with a grin to Sorrow.

 He looks to Festoon. ‘Can you add crusted looking wounds to her, then dirty up anybody who’s playing captive? If it’s to be believable, they need to look like they’ve been beaten soundly.’

J'nah gives Festoon the side eye. "I thought about it, then thought, do we want to infiltrate or just kill them? I'd rather just kill them."

Sorrow growls out ‘Not really to infiltrate their camp as such. Just a bit tired of the little turds being inside a fortified position and using us as pincushions, so want to get in close enough to either limit the time they can do it or make them use other weapons.’

"I was thinking ti would be great fun to pop up in the middle of them, like a surprise party, and reveal we aren't goblins! That's why the disguise." Festoon says, smiling wide at the thought. 

"The plan sounds well. I might be best as a 'captive' since I currently fight close."

"but that means I have to wear the stinky fetid armor" he grimaced, "Yeah, and that's pretty much the only way the rest of you get in is as prisoners, IF we can pull off the con, but only one person here speaks goblin ... I think ... if I've been paying attention correctly."

You all plan to sneak into the goblins lair as goblins and their larger leader with captives for them.  With the disguise going on and two people putting on the filthy leather armor of the goblins.  I will need a constitution check from Festoon and J'nah DC15 to keep from retching after the armor has been put on.  If you fail the check you throw down the armor and refuse to put it on.  Veeshal finds the bigger guys armor to be remarkably clean and well cared for.  He has no issues with putting the armor on in fact that armor seems to fit him very well almost like it was made for him.  I will also need to know who is going as a prisoners and who is trying to be goblins.  A marching order would be needed too.

Sorrow will go as a captive. She will suggest ‘bundling’ her javelins across her shoulders then her arms curled forward, up and over them with a quick release knot running thru her sleeves and the pull in her hand. Since her axe is too large to conceal, she’ll put her two hand axes at her back under her cloak.

She will teach Veeshal (and anyone else who wants to learn) a few words of orc-move, faster, open the gate, plaything, slave, killing, enjoy. Since only the lieutenant would be strong enuf to hold her, she’ll be ‘tethered’ at the rear with Vee.  

After hearing the plan, Millwater starts putting on the gobo's rags and bundles the trashed gear. Caring a ridiculous amount of gear, he stands the right height of a goblin. "Do I look like a gobo bringing back the loot?" He says, then wonders (Has my butthole ever smelled this bad?) as he retches.

Millwater Male Tabaxi Monk 2 I  HP 13/13

Festoon does what is needed to disguise each of those chosen as passable Goblins, learning the sharp orcish speech from Sorrow, in case it's needed. "I hope I get to use those words, somewhere! It'd be fun to yell at some gobbo 'Faster, slave! Killing plaything!' as we drop the disguises!"

Yeah, I throw up while trying to put on the armor. That's not gonna work for me. Sorry guys.

Sorrow sighs ‘Was afraid of that-gobs aren’t known for their cleanliness. Can anyone wear the armor and pass as a gob-with a little assist from cosmetics?’ She looks around a bit. ‘Ok. Slight change of plans. If you can wear the armor great, but will need a bit more of a distraction’ said with obvious distaste.

Vee shudders ‘Yeah, I was hoping to avoid that…’ He hands her her pack. ‘Best change here’. 

Sorrow grimaces then steps to a semi private area, stripping out of her armor and clothes, then reclothing in the bodice and night clothes she purchased in town. There’s the sound of tearing and ripping. When she turns back around, the clothes are torn strategically-leaving her crotch just covered and her breasts exposed. ‘Since they seem to like women as sex objects, this ought to do the trick.’

Tail watches as Sorrow approaches in her new attire. “I am not sure I am as confident to pull off walking like that, even amongst friends.” She glanced about to figure out what would be the best way to look like a beat up prisoner.

After you decide as to who is going to be what you head east and north still following the game trail that seems a bit wider.  By mid day you have entered the rolling hills where the trees are spaced wider apart  still a good forest just your ability to see between the trees is much improved.  You all can see to the full extent of your vision. 

You are well into the foothills of the mountains by the evening.  As you crest a rather steep hill you can see below you a wide path that seems to have had a lot of use of late.  The path winds it way in a more northern and southern direction. 

What is your next move.

Since I can't get in that thing, I can hide and cover you or try to sneak in, or I can be a prisoner.