Asher lifts the goblin by the ear and with one slice of the glaive, cleaves off the ear as the goblin falls to the ground. He puts it into his pocket and just deadpan stares anyone who is staring at him before heading in the direction of the goblin camp according to the map.
Dario walks away from Scupper's interrogation shaking his head. He knew it was his idea to capture one of the goblins and killing a goblin during battle is fine. But there are lines Dario would personally never cross, but who is he to judge he tells himself. He then waits in disgust as Asher cuts off the ears of the goblins.
As the interrogation continues Dario sets about dragging the other dead Goblins off the trail and covering their bodies in foliage and rocks and then going back over the trail to remove any tracks. He even thinks about resetting the trap, but decides against it.
"So, uh, yeah" Asher starts. "Isn't this Rockseeker fellow the guy who is paying us to deliver this cart of goodies?"If Rockseeker is killed, or remains kidnapped, then we can't complete this mission. Well this is just great. "I vote we kill this goblin and then go wipe out that cave. We can most certainly defeat a bugbear some goblins and a black spider. We just annhilated these goblins here. I doubt all thirty goblins are just chilling in the same spot. I say, we be tactical and go on a murderous spree of goblin killing. Who's with me?"
Dario nods in agreement with Asher, though finds his post-battle actions somewhat concerning, but he keeps it to himself. "Clearly we have to save our employers. Maybe saving them could give us leverage for a bigger payout too. I say we continue forward towards their den, like Asher said," Dario says.
You resume walking along the trail, noting that it veers west, as Jata had indicated it would, towards the place where this group of goblins make their camp.
Vaz, you turn your head and whisper to Mistweaver, who is following after you. She looks at you for a long while, and holds your gaze, saying nothing. Finally, she says: Your camel left. I do not think she went far. Her tone indicates clearly that she does not wish to speak further.
Dario, after about ten more minutes on foot, you notice the pit trap in the trail that Jata mentioned. It's covered with leaves and looks to be several feet wide, the entire span of the path. The trees to either side are not too dense, and it would be fairly easy for the party simply to walk around the trap and move on.
Scupper sticks to the trees just next to the path. Creeping along as best he can. He expected there might be more debate over the gobos life but the wine did the job for them. Still, he figures Dario wss the moral foundation earlier...its probably not sitting well. Asher was a surprise. HesHpretty bloodthirsty and keen to fight. Hopefully they can hanfle this without takent everyone on at once, get their employers, and get out. Murder is fine when pay is on the line, but blood for blood's sake gets me an early wake. Just as soon die rich and old if'n I can help it...
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Dario leads the group around the floor trap, pointing it out to them as they pass it. As they continue down the path, Dario keep an eye out for an ambush as well as the four goblin guards posted ahead. He thinks about what just happened after the ambush. What did he get himself involved in with this crew. An alcoholic, a psychopath with a penchant for ears, and halfling with an attitude of a giant. The other elf in the group also seems odd. As if her mission lays else where. It's funny, but the shifter seems to be the only one with an innocence that lets him get away with his actions. Dario tries to shake these thoughts from his head as he continues leading them.
As they step around the trap, Strix takes a moment to try and memorise the view from the other side so he'll recognise it on the way back and remember not to step on the trap. Assuming there *is* a way back. It would not do to presume.
He makes a mental note to swap recipes with Ash. Drying goblin ears is probably a lot like drying out rabbit or burglar ears, less meat maybe but oh the crackling!
As they sneak through the undergrowth (and "sneak" would be a very generous word to use for what Vaz was doing right now), Varinth replays what has happened over the last couple of days. It all seemed very dangerous and blurry. Did he actually set a goblin alight. Oh my Gods, I force fed a goblin wine until he died! His name was Jata. I wonder if anyone will miss him. Did he have a family? How did I get here? Varinth tries to push his mind back. He was in the Craggs? Yes. And there was a tribe. Barbarians. That's right. The Boogar or something like that. I was their human flint and tinder. An amusing toy that could make pretty lights. Just ply him with mead. There was a power struggle? Something about making a Usurper look powerful. Was I a captive? I don't think I could leave. How did I leave? How did I get here?
Varinth feels the heft of his wineskin. Not much left.
Where are we going? Goblins. That's right. I wonder if they have anything to drink?
"You know there's a saying we used to have at my last job. If'n ye can't beat 'em, they probably ran out of useful information. Do I feel a bit sorry for the gobo? Ah sure and don't they seem so defenseless when they're tied up, but not so much when their trying to split ya nose to navel as I've recently had the joy of experiencing. Im not saying they is all savages. Am i not a good enough example of a man what defies his racial profile? But these gobos in particular...well let's just say pirates knows pirates. These lads been preying on travelers and will continue to do so and they ain't so likely to express any kind of respect to a more morally lofty approach of diplomacy...of that you can be most assured. So don't noone lose too much sleep over Jata having that goodbye drink. There's worse ways to go and we're likely to experience them if'n this don't go off without a hitch."
"Mebbe on ship or in desert, sneak is blah blah blah yip yip yip. In forest, sneak is shut....feck?... up! Shut feckup!"
He tries very hard not to whistle while he sneaks, which would completely undermine his stance on this issue.
While they trek through the bush, he casts his mind back a few minutes to the good times they had searching those goblins by the snare trap and the wonderous loot they found upon them.... :D
Varinth turns to the Irregular Stryx, and tries to whisper but ends up louder than most barkeeps. Shorry Birdie. Varinth then makes a show of admonishing a nearby Prekle Bush for it's volume. Shush. he says.
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Jata falls unconscious, and a few moments later, seems to seize up with shock; then he stops breathing.
OOC: Well that can't be good.
Vaz:
Well... it's one way to go *Burp* 'scuse me. 'Nuther ear for ya Ash. mumbles Vaz. Damn.
Asher lifts the goblin by the ear and with one slice of the glaive, cleaves off the ear as the goblin falls to the ground. He puts it into his pocket and just deadpan stares anyone who is staring at him before heading in the direction of the goblin camp according to the map.
"Onward? Unless anyone needs another rest?"
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Dario walks away from Scupper's interrogation shaking his head. He knew it was his idea to capture one of the goblins and killing a goblin during battle is fine. But there are lines Dario would personally never cross, but who is he to judge he tells himself. He then waits in disgust as Asher cuts off the ears of the goblins.
As the interrogation continues Dario sets about dragging the other dead Goblins off the trail and covering their bodies in foliage and rocks and then going back over the trail to remove any tracks. He even thinks about resetting the trap, but decides against it.
"So, uh, yeah" Asher starts. "Isn't this Rockseeker fellow the guy who is paying us to deliver this cart of goodies?" If Rockseeker is killed, or remains kidnapped, then we can't complete this mission. Well this is just great. "I vote we kill this goblin and then go wipe out that cave. We can most certainly defeat a bugbear some goblins and a black spider. We just annhilated these goblins here. I doubt all thirty goblins are just chilling in the same spot. I say, we be tactical and go on a murderous spree of goblin killing. Who's with me?"
Dario nods in agreement with Asher, though finds his post-battle actions somewhat concerning, but he keeps it to himself. "Clearly we have to save our employers. Maybe saving them could give us leverage for a bigger payout too. I say we continue forward towards their den, like Asher said," Dario says.
Stealth for when we head on : 20 and perception 20
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Vaz:
FECK IT declares Varinth Onwards and *hic* downwards!
He picks up his Charred Staff of Little Value, dusts himself off ineffectually and follows Asher (or Dario, or wherever the party shuffle him to).
He whispers to whomever is behind him (even if no one is there) Did I have a camel?
You resume walking along the trail, noting that it veers west, as Jata had indicated it would, towards the place where this group of goblins make their camp.
Vaz, you turn your head and whisper to Mistweaver, who is following after you. She looks at you for a long while, and holds your gaze, saying nothing. Finally, she says: Your camel left. I do not think she went far. Her tone indicates clearly that she does not wish to speak further.
Dario, after about ten more minutes on foot, you notice the pit trap in the trail that Jata mentioned. It's covered with leaves and looks to be several feet wide, the entire span of the path. The trees to either side are not too dense, and it would be fairly easy for the party simply to walk around the trap and move on.
Varinth follows the conga line trying very hard not to break into song.
By my reckoning, Vaz has drunk three cups of wine today, and has eight remaining in his waterskin - is that correct?
Only 3. Things are gunna get rough ;)
Scupper sticks to the trees just next to the path. Creeping along as best he can. He expected there might be more debate over the gobos life but the wine did the job for them. Still, he figures Dario wss the moral foundation earlier...its probably not sitting well. Asher was a surprise. HesHpretty bloodthirsty and keen to fight. Hopefully they can hanfle this without takent everyone on at once, get their employers, and get out. Murder is fine when pay is on the line, but blood for blood's sake gets me an early wake. Just as soon die rich and old if'n I can help it...
Stealth roll 12
Dario leads the group around the floor trap, pointing it out to them as they pass it. As they continue down the path, Dario keep an eye out for an ambush as well as the four goblin guards posted ahead. He thinks about what just happened after the ambush. What did he get himself involved in with this crew. An alcoholic, a psychopath with a penchant for ears, and halfling with an attitude of a giant. The other elf in the group also seems odd. As if her mission lays else where. It's funny, but the shifter seems to be the only one with an innocence that lets him get away with his actions. Dario tries to shake these thoughts from his head as he continues leading them.
Perception: 22
As they step around the trap, Strix takes a moment to try and memorise the view from the other side so he'll recognise it on the way back and remember not to step on the trap. Assuming there *is* a way back. It would not do to presume.
He makes a mental note to swap recipes with Ash. Drying goblin ears is probably a lot like drying out rabbit or burglar ears, less meat maybe but oh the crackling!
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Vaz:
As they sneak through the undergrowth (and "sneak" would be a very generous word to use for what Vaz was doing right now), Varinth replays what has happened over the last couple of days. It all seemed very dangerous and blurry. Did he actually set a goblin alight. Oh my Gods, I force fed a goblin wine until he died! His name was Jata. I wonder if anyone will miss him. Did he have a family? How did I get here? Varinth tries to push his mind back. He was in the Craggs? Yes. And there was a tribe. Barbarians. That's right. The Boogar or something like that. I was their human flint and tinder. An amusing toy that could make pretty lights. Just ply him with mead. There was a power struggle? Something about making a Usurper look powerful. Was I a captive? I don't think I could leave. How did I leave? How did I get here?
Varinth feels the heft of his wineskin. Not much left.
Where are we going? Goblins. That's right. I wonder if they have anything to drink?
"You know there's a saying we used to have at my last job. If'n ye can't beat 'em, they probably ran out of useful information. Do I feel a bit sorry for the gobo? Ah sure and don't they seem so defenseless when they're tied up, but not so much when their trying to split ya nose to navel as I've recently had the joy of experiencing. Im not saying they is all savages. Am i not a good enough example of a man what defies his racial profile? But these gobos in particular...well let's just say pirates knows pirates. These lads been preying on travelers and will continue to do so and they ain't so likely to express any kind of respect to a more morally lofty approach of diplomacy...of that you can be most assured. So don't noone lose too much sleep over Jata having that goodbye drink. There's worse ways to go and we're likely to experience them if'n this don't go off without a hitch."
Vaz:
Varinth turns to Scupper with eyes wide Did I just shay all that out loud?
Strix tuts
"Mebbe on ship or in desert, sneak is blah blah blah yip yip yip. In forest, sneak is shut....feck?... up! Shut feckup!"
He tries very hard not to whistle while he sneaks, which would completely undermine his stance on this issue.
While they trek through the bush, he casts his mind back a few minutes to the good times they had searching those goblins by the snare trap and the wonderous loot they found upon them.... :D
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Just to make sure, Italics is internal monologue?
Varinth turns to the Irregular Stryx, and tries to whisper but ends up louder than most barkeeps. Shorry Birdie. Varinth then makes a show of admonishing a nearby Prekle Bush for it's volume. Shush. he says.