"What my comrade means by that is," interjects Logi, "that the goblinoids of our lands are rarely known to be friendly, and, yes, seeing them dressed in warpaint and...well you know. I am sorry to hear what distrust lies between you and foreigners, but it is the goblins who have broken your pact - not us. Though, perhaps, as outsiders, it might be fitting for us to act as intermediaries between you and the goblins. Reaffirm the pact of goodwill, or whatever your demands might be. There would be, in fact, no breakage of that pact on your end, and a vital line of communication reestablished. Unless," he pauses, locking eyes with his food. "Unless you already have a way of communicating with them?"
"Knowing that the goblins are coming that close to the shore is definitely unsettling." The elder says. "For generations they dare not come close less they receive the wrath of the protectors, so we have for a while lived peacefully as wary neighbours. So long as we do not tread where they are, they would do the same. Regardless, tomorrow you can show us where this happened, and our trackers can check your claims."
"I don't mean to offend, but surely you have understated the seriousness of the problem. The goblinoids from our lands are often similarly spineless, but can become quite daring and threatening when led by a strong chief of some kind. Perhaps something like that has happened here? If led by one of sufficient strength, their fanatical boldness knows no bounds. It seems that fate might have brought us to this place for good reasons - unless you would rather trust such a task to your wrathful protectors..."
"Tomorrow." The elder states. "We can investigate tomorrow. For tonight, you are my guests. I hope you enjoy the hospitality." He gestures to the remainder of the food. "Those discussions can wait until we are ready and have more information, and those that require it have time to grieve."
"She was tasked with collecting some medicinal herbs that grow not too far from the shoreline." The elder explains. "It is a walk that people have walked oft without incident. She also insisted she would be fine alone, though I assume it was so she could take some time alone."
"The information has been passed to the rest of the village." The village elder informs the others. "Rest assured the village will have its gates closed tonight in case any more rebellious goblins are nearby."
Giacomo glances at his uneaten food then prepares to stand, saying, "Your attempt at hospitality is commendable, but your intent is conflicted. If you suspect us, you should make this plain. I would have preferred to be given a place to stay and some food without the charade. Once you have done your investigations and we are cleared of your suspicions, then an attempt at hospitality would be honest.
I ask for your leave. I will take your food with me to our residence. I will meditate and rest and tomorrow we can move on."
Logi's face pales at his Giacomo's rudeness, but he says nothing to contradict him. Indeed, after a moment of contemplation, he nods. "Perhaps it would be best if we all..." he waves at the door, vaguely. He joins Giacomo as he heads outside, saying nothing for a few minutes, but smiling slightly as they begin to walk back towards the hut.
Larry continues to devour his food with some of the most horrid table manners ever seen ignoring the others as they talk...and even staying on after they leave to eat more. Occasionally smiling at the elder but not saying much.
(Hey all, finally back from visiting people etc. and got reliable internet again. Will be posting sporadically until about Monday/Tuesday.)
"It is my job to suspect everything and everyone." The elder replies. "While I still must evaluate everyone who comes into our village, it is beyond me to not show hospitality. If you wish to dine where you are staying this eve, then I shall have the food taken over." He sighs, "I had hoped this would be a more peaceful and calm meeting."
The group see the first views of daybreak penetrate between the thin void between the cloth door to the hut they are staying in. Fully rested, they can hear some of the villagers rummaging out in the streets already.
If Larry and Logi aren't awake, Giacomo will nudge them with his foot. He will inspect his gear, care for his weapons and once completed, step outside of the hut to see who will be waiting.
Giacomo laughs at Larry's obviousness and whispers back. "My blades are always sharp. That being said, the goblins were real, they were attacking. We never elaborated more than that and that should be easy to prove."
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"Keep it quiet!" Logi hisses, as he gathers his few possessions. "I fear the actions of our now absent comrades has put us in a difficult position. While we have done an admirable job of explaining, it is clear that they do not trust us, nor anything we say. With that in mind, we still have several options available. It is clear that, while we can't be assured of victory against every living soul here, we might still make a good account of ourselves when fighting on the right terrain." His voice drops to a barely audible whisper, and his eyes roam the door and windows for any sign of eavesdropping (perception: 4). "We ought to lead them to the battlefield. Explain the battle as they ask, holding mostly to the truth as we told it to the elder last night. If they are unsatisfied, we retain the ability to eliminate their smaller force, and in doing so, we might weaken their defenses here to take what wealth they have and leave in safety. Or whatever suits our fancy at the time. There is, however, a third option. We don't know where the goblins came from, but it seems obvious that they will not react positively to our destruction of their hunting party. They may be out for blood, which will solve most of our problems at once, assuming we avoid becoming decorations on their spears."
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"What my comrade means by that is," interjects Logi, "that the goblinoids of our lands are rarely known to be friendly, and, yes, seeing them dressed in warpaint and...well you know. I am sorry to hear what distrust lies between you and foreigners, but it is the goblins who have broken your pact - not us. Though, perhaps, as outsiders, it might be fitting for us to act as intermediaries between you and the goblins. Reaffirm the pact of goodwill, or whatever your demands might be. There would be, in fact, no breakage of that pact on your end, and a vital line of communication reestablished. Unless," he pauses, locking eyes with his food. "Unless you already have a way of communicating with them?"
(Logi, Persuasion check with disadvantage due to Giacomo's antagonistic attitude to the situation.)
Persuasion: 10
"Knowing that the goblins are coming that close to the shore is definitely unsettling." The elder says. "For generations they dare not come close less they receive the wrath of the protectors, so we have for a while lived peacefully as wary neighbours. So long as we do not tread where they are, they would do the same. Regardless, tomorrow you can show us where this happened, and our trackers can check your claims."
"I don't mean to offend, but surely you have understated the seriousness of the problem. The goblinoids from our lands are often similarly spineless, but can become quite daring and threatening when led by a strong chief of some kind. Perhaps something like that has happened here? If led by one of sufficient strength, their fanatical boldness knows no bounds. It seems that fate might have brought us to this place for good reasons - unless you would rather trust such a task to your wrathful protectors..."
"Tomorrow." The elder states. "We can investigate tomorrow. For tonight, you are my guests. I hope you enjoy the hospitality." He gestures to the remainder of the food. "Those discussions can wait until we are ready and have more information, and those that require it have time to grieve."
Larry looks at the elder. "Why was this maid alone where she was. I understand you did not expect the Goblins, but it still seems odd to me"
"She was tasked with collecting some medicinal herbs that grow not too far from the shoreline." The elder explains. "It is a walk that people have walked oft without incident. She also insisted she would be fine alone, though I assume it was so she could take some time alone."
Giacomo, as flippant as earlier, adds, "I hope you've had the sense to tell others not to go off walking on their own anymore."
"The information has been passed to the rest of the village." The village elder informs the others. "Rest assured the village will have its gates closed tonight in case any more rebellious goblins are nearby."
Giacomo glances at his uneaten food then prepares to stand, saying, "Your attempt at hospitality is commendable, but your intent is conflicted. If you suspect us, you should make this plain. I would have preferred to be given a place to stay and some food without the charade. Once you have done your investigations and we are cleared of your suspicions, then an attempt at hospitality would be honest.
I ask for your leave. I will take your food with me to our residence. I will meditate and rest and tomorrow we can move on."
Logi's face pales at his Giacomo's rudeness, but he says nothing to contradict him. Indeed, after a moment of contemplation, he nods. "Perhaps it would be best if we all..." he waves at the door, vaguely. He joins Giacomo as he heads outside, saying nothing for a few minutes, but smiling slightly as they begin to walk back towards the hut.
Larry continues to devour his food with some of the most horrid table manners ever seen ignoring the others as they talk...and even staying on after they leave to eat more. Occasionally smiling at the elder but not saying much.
(Hey all, finally back from visiting people etc. and got reliable internet again. Will be posting sporadically until about Monday/Tuesday.)
"It is my job to suspect everything and everyone." The elder replies. "While I still must evaluate everyone who comes into our village, it is beyond me to not show hospitality. If you wish to dine where you are staying this eve, then I shall have the food taken over." He sighs, "I had hoped this would be a more peaceful and calm meeting."
As Giacomo is leaving, he responds, "This IS peaceful. Just not friendly. Until tomorrow."
Giacomo will retire, eat his food, practice his forms and sleep.
(Moving on)
The Next Morning...
The group see the first views of daybreak penetrate between the thin void between the cloth door to the hut they are staying in. Fully rested, they can hear some of the villagers rummaging out in the streets already.
If Larry and Logi aren't awake, Giacomo will nudge them with his foot. He will inspect his gear, care for his weapons and once completed, step outside of the hut to see who will be waiting.
"We should be ready to act in case this doesn't go our way." Larry whispers to the others.
Giacomo laughs at Larry's obviousness and whispers back. "My blades are always sharp. That being said, the goblins were real, they were attacking. We never elaborated more than that and that should be easy to prove."
"Keep it quiet!" Logi hisses, as he gathers his few possessions. "I fear the actions of our now absent comrades has put us in a difficult position. While we have done an admirable job of explaining, it is clear that they do not trust us, nor anything we say. With that in mind, we still have several options available. It is clear that, while we can't be assured of victory against every living soul here, we might still make a good account of ourselves when fighting on the right terrain." His voice drops to a barely audible whisper, and his eyes roam the door and windows for any sign of eavesdropping (perception: 4). "We ought to lead them to the battlefield. Explain the battle as they ask, holding mostly to the truth as we told it to the elder last night. If they are unsatisfied, we retain the ability to eliminate their smaller force, and in doing so, we might weaken their defenses here to take what wealth they have and leave in safety. Or whatever suits our fancy at the time. There is, however, a third option. We don't know where the goblins came from, but it seems obvious that they will not react positively to our destruction of their hunting party. They may be out for blood, which will solve most of our problems at once, assuming we avoid becoming decorations on their spears."