A sacred grove of towering Douglas fir trees is surrounded by a small, tranquil river. The air is fresh with pine, and soft-setting sunlight filters through the dense canopy above. The river flows gently, its clear waters gliding over smooth stones, creating a peaceful, rhythmic murmur. The atmosphere is serene as if the trees and even the water quietly hold ancient wisdom. In the center stands the largest of the trees, an impressive tree that must be over 400 years old.
On the land surrounding the island are grave sites of Toa-Suo. In addition, there is a fresh site, that has been recently dug up. It is empty.
A structure made of large rocks seems to be an altar of sorts to various gods of nature.
Amdaeng walks quietly for 5 minutes. Then, sitting quietly and observing, she hears some talking and branches breaking far ahead. By the noise she guesses a fairly large group. They are moving quickly toward the location of the grove.
“I believe if we can stall the group for a time, those at the top of the valley ridge can cause an avalanche. This will block the valley from the north.”
”we can threaten to destroy their precious relics.”
Lev stands silently with arms crossed as the messenger speaks. His cold eyes stare daggers into the bastard as the message is delivered.
As they are pulled aside he nods when Lira explains that the relics are part of something bigger. “If the cult gets ahold of them everyone will be threatened.” He eyes the newcomer, his ever cautious self keeping him from giving his name immediately. Introductions can wait until the issue is resolved in his opinion.
“My advice would be to ask for a day to consult your gods, let them think you are considering taking the relics from us. We can use whatever time that buys us to delay and possibly thin out their forces.”
“ Glad to meet you. I have chasing these green skins for a bit. A few cultists turned out yo be a huge army. When i came upon the scouts you folks dispatched, I knew at once I had to meet you….a squad of archers were behind me about a mile or so. Not sure if they are following me or if they were coming this way of their own plan”
” I wish to aid you in aiding me to thump this strange gathering of goblins. Just tell me where you want me and we can stack them like cordwood.” Morric will say with a smile, and he will then offer a hunk of licorice root to any who might like a piece.
Lira nods, her sharp gaze flickering with approval at Lev’s idea. “That’s smart. If we act too defiant, they might see through the bluff and strike sooner. But if we let them believe there’s division among us…” She glances toward the goblin messenger, then back to Aisulu. “I can play my part. I’ll act like I’m furious at the idea of giving up the relics.” A grim smirk tugs at her lips. “They’ll eat that up—outsiders causing trouble, forcing the Toa-Suo to choose between their traditions and our so-called greed. The more time we can drag this out, the better.”
The group, agreed on their plan heads back to the goblin emissary
Aisulu starts. “It is a true blessing that your leader shows such patience and forgiveness. If our guests give up these so called relics, your people will leave and harm none of our people?”
Lira steps forward, tension in her posture as she furrows her brow and crosses her arms. Letting out a sharp breath, she glares at Aisulu. “You can’t seriously be considering this,” she says, voice laced with frustration.
"Well, yes, if we just give them what they want, they will leave, right?" (Aisulu asks the goblin)
"Indeed, we have no wish to fight you. We just want what is rightfully ours and we will be on our way." The goblin says, seeming to see the weakness in the two arguing.
“ Glad to meet you. I have chasing these green skins for a bit. A few cultists turned out yo be a huge army. When i came upon the scouts you folks dispatched, I knew at once I had to meet you….a squad of archers were behind me about a mile or so. Not sure if they are following me or if they were coming this way of their own plan”
” I wish to aid you in aiding me to thump this strange gathering of goblins. Just tell me where you want me and we can stack them like cordwood.” Morric will say with a smile, and he will then offer a hunk of licorice root to any who might like a piece.
'We welcome any aid.' Iólinder replied. It was still only one body more but if the man could live up to his namesake, perhaps one extra body was all they needed.
'Our primary concern is this grove. Particularly that tree.' He raised his hand to point out the tree in question. 'Under no circumstances are the goblins allowed to set foot on this river island. We will block the pathway from the north and try to bottleneck the goblins on the south side but still,'He gestured at the others present,'it's only us for now.'
He politely declined any offer of licorice, having once been told it tasted sweet in his youth when in actuality it was way too salty for his liking.
Group 1: The goblin looks at the two arguing. "Well, what is your decision? I suggest you not test the patience of my master."
Group 2: As expected, you see movement in the trees 300 feet to the north. A group of goblins approach. Perception rolls. (PLEASE SET UP YOUR TOKENS ON THE OWLBEAR RODEO. Bad guys coming from the north.)
I have Vydar, Morric, Amdaeng, Iolinder, Baatar and some other warriors. trees will help for partial cover.
“We risked everything for those relics! How do you know they won’t come back demanding more?”Lira glances at the goblin emissary with feigned unease, shifting her weight as if barely restraining herself.
Aisulu seems concerned. "Well, this matter is of too great of importance to be so easily decided." She turns to the goblin. "Great Pleakluilk, messenger of the mighty cult of the dragon king. Please tell your leader, the great Shamon Gnarbuk Mudwhisper, that I, Aisulu, high priestess of the Toa Suo speak for my people.
The situation seems quite complicated and I am saddened to have offended your gods. Those who you found dead, ran straight at our warriors and attacked without provocation.
Pleakluilk, these are our lands and we do not take kindly to such clear acts of aggression. However, like your people, we also are forgiving. As to your mighty army, my people are all warriors. We have assessed your great army, and although you may prevail if you attack us in open terrain, you will find we have a strategic advantage here. I believe the losses would be great indeed to both sides.
My people seem caught in a matter between you and those who took your relics. May I propose that you rest your weary troops for the night where they stand in formation? I must also consult my council of elders and our gods for direction in this critically important matter. Know that should you attack or not honor the time we require to make our decision, if we have the relics you seek, they shall be destroyed."
Baatar smiles. “Never seen him before but he does seem to dislike goblins. He turns to Morric
”greetings. I am Baatar of the Toa-Suo. If you are friend, you are welcome. Who is pursuing you?”
This is what Morric sees
A sacred grove of towering Douglas fir trees is surrounded by a small, tranquil river. The air is fresh with pine, and soft-setting sunlight filters through the dense canopy above. The river flows gently, its clear waters gliding over smooth stones, creating a peaceful, rhythmic murmur. The atmosphere is serene as if the trees and even the water quietly hold ancient wisdom. In the center stands the largest of the trees, an impressive tree that must be over 400 years old.
On the land surrounding the island are grave sites of Toa-Suo. In addition, there is a fresh site, that has been recently dug up. It is empty.
A structure made of large rocks seems to be an altar of sorts to various gods of nature.
Amdaeng kept moving out trying to keep low and within the foliage as she tried to spot anyone else....
Amdaeng walks quietly for 5 minutes. Then, sitting quietly and observing, she hears some talking and branches breaking far ahead. By the noise she guesses a fairly large group. They are moving quickly toward the location of the grove.
Amdaeng sprints back towards the grove to tell them to prepare for attack.
Aisulu seeks the others counsel. (Players)
“I believe if we can stall the group for a time, those at the top of the valley ridge can cause an avalanche. This will block the valley from the north.”
”we can threaten to destroy their precious relics.”
Lev stands silently with arms crossed as the messenger speaks. His cold eyes stare daggers into the bastard as the message is delivered.
As they are pulled aside he nods when Lira explains that the relics are part of something bigger. “If the cult gets ahold of them everyone will be threatened.”
He eyes the newcomer, his ever cautious self keeping him from giving his name immediately. Introductions can wait until the issue is resolved in his opinion.
“My advice would be to ask for a day to consult your gods, let them think you are considering taking the relics from us. We can use whatever time that buys us to delay and possibly thin out their forces.”
“ Glad to meet you. I have chasing these green skins for a bit. A few cultists turned out yo be a huge army. When i came upon the scouts you folks dispatched, I knew at once I had to meet you….a squad of archers were behind me about a mile or so. Not sure if they are following me or if they were coming this way of their own plan”
” I wish to aid you in aiding me to thump this strange gathering of goblins. Just tell me where you want me and we can stack them like cordwood.” Morric will say with a smile, and he will then offer a hunk of licorice root to any who might like a piece.
Lira nods, her sharp gaze flickering with approval at Lev’s idea. “That’s smart. If we act too defiant, they might see through the bluff and strike sooner. But if we let them believe there’s division among us…” She glances toward the goblin messenger, then back to Aisulu. “I can play my part. I’ll act like I’m furious at the idea of giving up the relics.” A grim smirk tugs at her lips. “They’ll eat that up—outsiders causing trouble, forcing the Toa-Suo to choose between their traditions and our so-called greed. The more time we can drag this out, the better.”
The group, agreed on their plan heads back to the goblin emissary
Aisulu starts. “It is a true blessing that your leader shows such patience and forgiveness. If our guests give up these so called relics, your people will leave and harm none of our people?”
Lira steps forward, tension in her posture as she furrows her brow and crosses her arms. Letting out a sharp breath, she glares at Aisulu. “You can’t seriously be considering this,” she says, voice laced with frustration.
Performance: 9 -.-
"Well, yes, if we just give them what they want, they will leave, right?" (Aisulu asks the goblin)
"Indeed, we have no wish to fight you. We just want what is rightfully ours and we will be on our way." The goblin says, seeming to see the weakness in the two arguing.
'We welcome any aid.' Iólinder replied. It was still only one body more but if the man could live up to his namesake, perhaps one extra body was all they needed.
'Our primary concern is this grove. Particularly that tree.' He raised his hand to point out the tree in question. 'Under no circumstances are the goblins allowed to set foot on this river island. We will block the pathway from the north and try to bottleneck the goblins on the south side but still,' He gestured at the others present, 'it's only us for now.'
He politely declined any offer of licorice, having once been told it tasted sweet in his youth when in actuality it was way too salty for his liking.
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“ Once we start a thumpin we can use goblin bodies to make it harder on em’”
Group 1:
The goblin looks at the two arguing. "Well, what is your decision? I suggest you not test the patience of my master."
Group 2: As expected, you see movement in the trees 300 feet to the north. A group of goblins approach.
Perception rolls. (PLEASE SET UP YOUR TOKENS ON THE OWLBEAR RODEO. Bad guys coming from the north.)
I have Vydar, Morric, Amdaeng, Iolinder, Baatar and some other warriors. trees will help for partial cover.
“We risked everything for those relics! How do you know they won’t come back demanding more?” Lira glances at the goblin emissary with feigned unease, shifting her weight as if barely restraining herself.
Performance: 19
Aisulu seems concerned. "Well, this matter is of too great of importance to be so easily decided." She turns to the goblin. "Great Pleakluilk, messenger of the mighty cult of the dragon king. Please tell your leader, the great Shamon Gnarbuk Mudwhisper, that I, Aisulu, high priestess of the Toa Suo speak for my people.
The situation seems quite complicated and I am saddened to have offended your gods. Those who you found dead, ran straight at our warriors and attacked without provocation.
Pleakluilk, these are our lands and we do not take kindly to such clear acts of aggression. However, like your people, we also are forgiving. As to your mighty army, my people are all warriors. We have assessed your great army, and although you may prevail if you attack us in open terrain, you will find we have a strategic advantage here. I believe the losses would be great indeed to both sides.
My people seem caught in a matter between you and those who took your relics. May I propose that you rest your weary troops for the night where they stand in formation? I must also consult my council of elders and our gods for direction in this critically important matter. Know that should you attack or not honor the time we require to make our decision, if we have the relics you seek, they shall be destroyed."
Morric will move to use the stone gate as cover and wait to shwack any that try to come through it, goblin eater thirsty and at the ready.
Move your position on Owlbear rodeo or tell me where you want to be. then Perception rolls
Initiative:
---------> Amdaeng 16
Vydar:: 11
Iólinder:9
Morric: 7
Iólinder stands a foot or three behind Morric: not to be the first into the fray bu close enough to provide support to the front line.
Perception check: 17
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