“Ha, Phil, resident Goblin slayer. Higher K/D then the half-orc, and the dwarf who is literally lapping up their blood, imagine that. Bet good old Alm would get a kick if he were still, well, kicking.” Phil morosely jokes, trying his hardest to walk pass without looking at the three goblins who’s heads litterally all exploded.
Squalor reigns in this low-ceilinged room. A large iron spike is drive into the floor near the door, and a small iron cage is set farther back. Several sets of corroded manacles are connected to the walls, and some still bind a few crumbling skeletons.
From your vantage point near the entrance to this area, you can see three kobolds bound with crude rope to the iron spike. A battered gnome lies in the cage, which is almost too small, even for him. Meepo has a face of great concern as you all see the tied up kobolds.
"I say, look over there my dear companions! A gnome. Perhaps he can give us some valuable information and knowledge regarding this place if we were to aid his escape. What say all of you?"
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Judas gives the kobolds the stinkeye, and walks over to help the gnome out of the cage. DEX check: 10
He shakes his head in disgust...at himself and his pitiful attempt at removing/breaking the bonds. "PhilUgg, I loosened them for you. Please finish the job!"
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“Move priest,” Balrog mutters as he pulls his crow bar from his pack and goes to work on the cage. “We small folk must stick together...what’s yer name?” He asks of the gnome in common.
Plink! The cage opens up and the gnome, a bit wary at Balrog, looks up at you all curiously, yet happy to be free. Meepo runs over to the other kobolds and begins gathering them up, thankful you all didn't kill them. They talk for a moment, exchange wary glances at you all - while Meepo explains the situation. Meepo tells them where to go, and the captured kobolds leave the area back to the main hideout.
I'm Erky Timbers!" He says in a squeakish voice. "Thanks for saving me! Months past, I was on my way to seek my fortune and took the Old Road. My bad luck that the goblin bandits caught me. I've been here ever since. My deity's blessings have kept me healthy, otherwise i'm sure i'd be dead from starvation and abuse!"
“Blessing, eh?.. what boon shall we be granted for feeling ye?” Balrog asks smugly.
”Do ye have any information about these disgusting goblins, surly you’ve observed something during yer captivity that could help us in our.. err.. venture down here.”
"Feeling me? Please don't feel me. If you FREE me, I can join you guys and help you with whatever you're looking for! I'm a healer!" Erky says happily.
He thinks for a moment, "The goblins! Yes! The goblins talk about a place down below called the Twilight Grove. A wicked old human called Belak - a caster, I believe, tends an enchanted garden and harvests fruit from something the goblins call the Gulthias Tree, but they speak of it only in the most terrified of whispers. The enchanted fruit grows on this tree!"
“Hrmmmh” Balrog grunts, “Ye are free... but, I’ll only warn ye once! ye’ll end up like those goblins if ya make fun of Balrog Grimgold again! Understand me gnome?”
As the rest of the group is busy rummaging around the room, Judas quietly follows Balrog around. He's fascinated by his adventuring companion. Whispering: "How on earth did you cast that worg? I've never known magic like that could exist!"
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NAT20!!! The goblin's head explodes in a viscera of brains, blood and flesh. NICE SHOT.
Balrog cackles as the image of the worg pads over to the dead goblin corpse, bends its head, and begins to lap at the blood covering the ground.
Judas: "Disgusting! But oddly satisfying."
Judas will continue to
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Let’s assume my cantrip hit the goblin that wasn’t just obliterated. Please roll a Wis Roll
Me? For the two remaining? Oh, I see your post. Ok, here are the rolls:
Goblin2: 5
Goblin3: 0
LOOOOL! ZERO! The two remaining goblins drop dead. Wow, my rolls are crazy in all my campaigns.
Oh to the next area! Haha..!
“Ha, Phil, resident Goblin slayer. Higher K/D then the half-orc, and the dwarf who is literally lapping up their blood, imagine that. Bet good old Alm would get a kick if he were still, well, kicking.” Phil morosely jokes, trying his hardest to walk pass without looking at the three goblins who’s heads litterally all exploded.
Balrog stops laughing and wipes a tear from his eye... he then snaps his fingers and the worg disappears. “Bloody neat trip, eh?”
He moves to the next area with more pep in his step than before.
AREA 34 - THE GOBLIN STOCKADE
Squalor reigns in this low-ceilinged room. A large iron spike is drive into the floor near the door, and a small iron cage is set farther back. Several sets of corroded manacles are connected to the walls, and some still bind a few crumbling skeletons.
From your vantage point near the entrance to this area, you can see three kobolds bound with crude rope to the iron spike. A battered gnome lies in the cage, which is almost too small, even for him. Meepo has a face of great concern as you all see the tied up kobolds.
"I say, look over there my dear companions! A gnome. Perhaps he can give us some valuable information and knowledge regarding this place if we were to aid his escape. What say all of you?"
Judas gives the kobolds the stinkeye, and walks over to help the gnome out of the cage. DEX check: 10
He shakes his head in disgust...at himself and his pitiful attempt at removing/breaking the bonds. "PhilUgg, I loosened them for you. Please finish the job!"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
“Move priest,” Balrog mutters as he pulls his crow bar from his pack and goes to work on the cage. “We small folk must stick together...what’s yer name?” He asks of the gnome in common.
Strength: 17
Plink! The cage opens up and the gnome, a bit wary at Balrog, looks up at you all curiously, yet happy to be free. Meepo runs over to the other kobolds and begins gathering them up, thankful you all didn't kill them. They talk for a moment, exchange wary glances at you all - while Meepo explains the situation. Meepo tells them where to go, and the captured kobolds leave the area back to the main hideout.
“Right, how’d ya get here?” Balrog asks the sheepish gnome “And what’s yer name, eh?”
I'm Erky Timbers!" He says in a squeakish voice. "Thanks for saving me! Months past, I was on my way to seek my fortune and took the Old Road. My bad luck that the goblin bandits caught me. I've been here ever since. My deity's blessings have kept me healthy, otherwise i'm sure i'd be dead from starvation and abuse!"
“Blessing, eh?.. what boon shall we be granted for feeling ye?” Balrog asks smugly.
”Do ye have any information about these disgusting goblins, surly you’ve observed something during yer captivity that could help us in our.. err.. venture down here.”
"Feeling me? Please don't feel me. If you FREE me, I can join you guys and help you with whatever you're looking for! I'm a healer!" Erky says happily.
He thinks for a moment, "The goblins! Yes! The goblins talk about a place down below called the Twilight Grove. A wicked old human called Belak - a caster, I believe, tends an enchanted garden and harvests fruit from something the goblins call the Gulthias Tree, but they speak of it only in the most terrified of whispers. The enchanted fruit grows on this tree!"
“Hrmmmh” Balrog grunts, “Ye are free... but, I’ll only warn ye once! ye’ll end up like those goblins if ya make fun of Balrog Grimgold again! Understand me gnome?”
”Right...now show us the way to the grove”.
"Yeah, yeah!" Erky shakes his head in agreement. "I understand. By the way, is this kobold our friend?" He points to Meepo, who looks at Erky curiously.
“No.. but, he’s necessary... for now” Balrog mumbles.
As the rest of the group is busy rummaging around the room, Judas quietly follows Balrog around. He's fascinated by his adventuring companion. Whispering: "How on earth did you cast that worg? I've never known magic like that could exist!"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?