Varinth continues looking down the moonlit tunnel while very carefully crouching down, keeping his balance with his Staff of Crummy Titles, and cupping one hand into the trickling stream. His thirst overriding his caution he takes a deep quaff.
Strix begins the traditional carving the ears off the goblin head, idly wondering if they could use the skull to make a candle holder or a preserve jar maybe for the new artisan shop. Oooh what should they call the shop? Land o' Lobes? Ear Today, Gone Tomorrow? The Mutilation Station? They could have a themed cafe! Is Phandelver big enough to support a vibrant cafe culture? Do they even have enough local poets for a weekly open recital night?
He eyes the elf in chains, looks down at his goblin reapings, then back at the elf.... Nah, too niche. Maybe in the underdark... Wait a minute, are you thinking... Franchise? No no, focus .
He hands the ears to Ash, remarking "there you go. I might as well contribute something!" before seeking out the body to search. If no one else is interested, he might see about taking a wolf chain off the wall and the corresponding collar off the wolf.
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“What’s the next move, friends? Continue down the tunnel? Do we need light?” Dekhan speaks softly As he eyes the newcomer. “And our new comrade, do you require aid?” Waiting for a response, he looks down the tunnel, peering into the darkness.
Scupper, you take a good look at the hole in the east side of the room, and recall what you saw and heard when the wolf tried to escape that way. You can see clearly that yes, you would be able to fit through the gap, as would a goblin or wolf, but few or none of your companions would be able to do so. You also recall hearing the sound of scrabbling from the wolf afterwards, so it seems likely that there is a sharp, possibly dangerous drop, on the other side - you might be injured if you go that way, and you may also be unable to return.
Dekhan, you see pretty much what Varinth saw - a lone, silent, motionless goblin observing you from 60 feet away. It's not clear if he knows he's been seen.
Taking another drink Varinth turns to his companions;
Ah fellas we have ompanycay Varinth tries to subtly nod his head in the direction of the goblin.
Note that Vaz will use whatever pigeon common that human kids use in Neverwinter hoping that the others understand.
"Company? Then invite them in! Were you raised by wolves? Oh, wait, maybe these guys were raised by wolves. We may have just killed his parents. Ok, that's awkward. But not insurmountable, I mean does anyone truly like their parents anyway? And really can a little gobling truly stand on his own two feet and call himself a full grown Goblin before a band of marauders invade his cave and butcher his parents, setting him free? Nay, I say! He is truly a man today, we should celebrate! Bring him over! Tell me, does his head look like it would hold a large number of orchids in bloom, or maybe hold a decent amount of fruit punch? Has he got long arms? I have a great idea for a hatstand. Oh, and if you have a bucket, some yeast and about 4 weeks to kill I'm pretty sure we can turn any bits of him Asher doesn't want to wear into wine."
Incantis drinks eagerly from Dario's waterskin, coughing and sputtering as his gag is removed. He looks around at the rag-tag bunch that saved him from his fate as goblin food. "Aid?" he croaks in a voice that sounds like its never actually been used. "You just saved my li--AHCKHHH-ACKKKh" he pauses in a fit of wracking coughs, waving his hand in front of his mouth, and you hear his voice once again spread through your minds. "You just saved my life, I'm grateful already. Can you unchain me?Turning to Dekhan, "I don't speak Goblin myself, but one taunted me in common"
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
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“Thank you friend, I’m Dekhan, no, there’s no time, introductions later.”Dekhan looks conspiratorially at his companions, or as conspiratorially as he can manage. “On three. One. Two. THREE!” “Stay where you are we don’t want to hurt you! Don’t move! Answer our questions and we can come to an agreement.” Dekhan casts light on his javelin to make it more impressive.
Dekhan, you see the goblin jolt with surprise and take a step back, but he seems to gather himself. He spreads his arms wide; he appears to be unarmed, though there could easily be daggers or other small weapons hidden in the cloth armour he is wearing. He walks about ten feet forward, so that he is fifty feet from the group, and says, trying to whisper and still speak loud enough for you to hear: Yes. Talk. Agree. Come. Talk to Yeemik. NOT fight. He shakes his head vigorously as he says these last two words, and then beckons you to come closer to him; he seems worried about being overheard, and keeps glancing away to the east.
Dekhan loses some of his steam as he considers that this goblin might be walking him into a trap. "Or, and hear me out, Yeemik, you could come over here. Yes, talk no fight."
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Strix drags a wolf carcass over to the door, pokes it's head around the corner and works it's lower jaw with his hand.
"Ro! Roo rome rover rere! Re ralk ro roo! Re rrieinds!"he says in his best dog voice. (1 Performance ) As his own face isn't visible to the goblin he doesn't bother trying to not move his lips, although that may spoil the illusion for any of his own colleagues watching.
The goblin looks at the horrifying, yet utterly unconvincing wolf impersonation, and looks rather confused. He continues to walk forward slowly, to the point where he's thirty feet from Dekhan, and speaks. His words are now very slow and drawn out, as though he were speaking to an idiot or small child. Yes. Talk. To Yeemik. He points vaguely to the west. Yeeeee-Mik. He points to himself. Not-Yeemik. He looks at Dekhan, as though trying to gauge whether you are capable of understanding or not.
The goblin sighs, and once again points to the west. Yeeeee-mik. He points to himself. NOT Yee-mik. He comes closer, and is now twenty feet from you. He's an odd mix of skittish and determined. He keeps his hands spread far apart. No weapon. No fight. Talk.
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Dario takes his waterskin back from Incantis. "Here, you might needs these", Dario says and hands Incantis five Goodberries. Dario then walks over and stands near Dekhan, and listens to the paladin as he tries to convince the Goblin to come forward. Dario turns to Dekhan and says "A trap?"Dario asks Dekhan.
Perception check for any traps between them and Goblin 50 feet away: 24
OOC - That leaves Dario with 15 Goodberries and Incantis with 5
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Varinth continues looking down the moonlit tunnel while very carefully crouching down, keeping his balance with his Staff of Crummy Titles, and cupping one hand into the trickling stream. His thirst overriding his caution he takes a deep quaff.
Acrobatics: 9
Constitution: (for water) 5
Strix begins the traditional carving the ears off the goblin head, idly wondering if they could use the skull to make a candle holder or a preserve jar maybe for the new artisan shop. Oooh what should they call the shop? Land o' Lobes? Ear Today, Gone Tomorrow? The Mutilation Station? They could have a themed cafe! Is Phandelver big enough to support a vibrant cafe culture? Do they even have enough local poets for a weekly open recital night?
He eyes the elf in chains, looks down at his goblin reapings, then back at the elf.... Nah, too niche. Maybe in the underdark... Wait a minute, are you thinking... Franchise? No no, focus .
He hands the ears to Ash, remarking "there you go. I might as well contribute something!" before seeking out the body to search. If no one else is interested, he might see about taking a wolf chain off the wall and the corresponding collar off the wolf.
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
With this action underway, between slurps, Varinth very casually comments as though he's talking about the taste of the water;
We have another at the end of the corridor in an alcove. Should I fire at him?... excuse the pun.
Playing catchup
Investigation roll 6
“What’s the next move, friends? Continue down the tunnel? Do we need light?” Dekhan speaks softly As he eyes the newcomer. “And our new comrade, do you require aid?” Waiting for a response, he looks down the tunnel, peering into the darkness.
Perception 15
Scupper, you take a good look at the hole in the east side of the room, and recall what you saw and heard when the wolf tried to escape that way. You can see clearly that yes, you would be able to fit through the gap, as would a goblin or wolf, but few or none of your companions would be able to do so. You also recall hearing the sound of scrabbling from the wolf afterwards, so it seems likely that there is a sharp, possibly dangerous drop, on the other side - you might be injured if you go that way, and you may also be unable to return.
Dekhan, you see pretty much what Varinth saw - a lone, silent, motionless goblin observing you from 60 feet away. It's not clear if he knows he's been seen.
Taking another drink Varinth turns to his companions;
Ah fellas we have ompanycay Varinth tries to subtly nod his head in the direction of the goblin.
Note that Vaz will use whatever pigeon common that human kids use in Neverwinter hoping that the others understand.
Varinth, the water tastes fresh and clean and with zero alcohol content.
LOL
"Company? Then invite them in! Were you raised by wolves? Oh, wait, maybe these guys were raised by wolves. We may have just killed his parents. Ok, that's awkward. But not insurmountable, I mean does anyone truly like their parents anyway? And really can a little gobling truly stand on his own two feet and call himself a full grown Goblin before a band of marauders invade his cave and butcher his parents, setting him free? Nay, I say! He is truly a man today, we should celebrate! Bring him over! Tell me, does his head look like it would hold a large number of orchids in bloom, or maybe hold a decent amount of fruit punch? Has he got long arms? I have a great idea for a hatstand. Oh, and if you have a bucket, some yeast and about 4 weeks to kill I'm pretty sure we can turn any bits of him Asher doesn't want to wear into wine."
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Dekhan speaks softly ”Does anyone speak goblin?” Don’t look now, but theres one down the tunnel watching us, he could be part of the other faction...”
Incantis drinks eagerly from Dario's waterskin, coughing and sputtering as his gag is removed. He looks around at the rag-tag bunch that saved him from his fate as goblin food. "Aid?" he croaks in a voice that sounds like its never actually been used. "You just saved my li--AHCKHHH-ACKKKh" he pauses in a fit of wracking coughs, waving his hand in front of his mouth, and you hear his voice once again spread through your minds. "You just saved my life, I'm grateful already. Can you unchain me? Turning to Dekhan, "I don't speak Goblin myself, but one taunted me in common"
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
“Thank you friend, I’m Dekhan, no, there’s no time, introductions later.” Dekhan looks conspiratorially at his companions, or as conspiratorially as he can manage. “On three. One. Two. THREE!” “Stay where you are we don’t want to hurt you! Don’t move! Answer our questions and we can come to an agreement.” Dekhan casts light on his javelin to make it more impressive.
persuasion 21
Dekhan, you see the goblin jolt with surprise and take a step back, but he seems to gather himself. He spreads his arms wide; he appears to be unarmed, though there could easily be daggers or other small weapons hidden in the cloth armour he is wearing. He walks about ten feet forward, so that he is fifty feet from the group, and says, trying to whisper and still speak loud enough for you to hear: Yes. Talk. Agree. Come. Talk to Yeemik. NOT fight. He shakes his head vigorously as he says these last two words, and then beckons you to come closer to him; he seems worried about being overheard, and keeps glancing away to the east.
Dekhan loses some of his steam as he considers that this goblin might be walking him into a trap. "Or, and hear me out, Yeemik, you could come over here. Yes, talk no fight."
Strix drags a wolf carcass over to the door, pokes it's head around the corner and works it's lower jaw with his hand.
"Ro! Roo rome rover rere! Re ralk ro roo! Re rrieinds!" he says in his best dog voice. (1 Performance ) As his own face isn't visible to the goblin he doesn't bother trying to not move his lips, although that may spoil the illusion for any of his own colleagues watching.
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
The goblin looks at the horrifying, yet utterly unconvincing wolf impersonation, and looks rather confused. He continues to walk forward slowly, to the point where he's thirty feet from Dekhan, and speaks. His words are now very slow and drawn out, as though he were speaking to an idiot or small child. Yes. Talk. To Yeemik. He points vaguely to the west. Yeeeee-Mik. He points to himself. Not-Yeemik. He looks at Dekhan, as though trying to gauge whether you are capable of understanding or not.
Listen to the wolf, Yeemik, he gives good council. Dekhan lowers his javelin and raises his other hand in a calming gesture.
The goblin sighs, and once again points to the west. Yeeeee-mik. He points to himself. NOT Yee-mik. He comes closer, and is now twenty feet from you. He's an odd mix of skittish and determined. He keeps his hands spread far apart. No weapon. No fight. Talk.
Dario takes his waterskin back from Incantis. "Here, you might needs these", Dario says and hands Incantis five Goodberries. Dario then walks over and stands near Dekhan, and listens to the paladin as he tries to convince the Goblin to come forward. Dario turns to Dekhan and says "A trap?" Dario asks Dekhan.
Perception check for any traps between them and Goblin 50 feet away: 24
OOC - That leaves Dario with 15 Goodberries and Incantis with 5