as you peek round the window, you see what looks like a congregation of goblins. most of them look normal, but some of them have blue and green tattoos that seem to swirl and move. in the centre is a massive female hobgoblin. and she is blue. as blue as the sky on an unclouded summer day. you have never seen anything like it. the goblins seem to be leaving her offerings, as she slowly approaches the doorway. you also remember the two levers next to the cage.
mama chan you hear them saying this "Mother Mother. we have brought gifts, and sacrifices to your greatness" and other things along that line, and then you hear a surprisingly kindly voice "I told you boys, no living creatures will be sacrificed to me. I will bring peace to these woods. now show me our guests."
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
I ready my spear. “You better talk fast then because the first of those little turds to come near me gets this stick up his ass. Nobody takes my clothes off without buying me dinner first.”
I grit my teeth and try to think of an appropriate tune for the occasion.
(DM Question - did Sivir understand the hobgoblin? Was it talking in common? Or was it only replying in Goblin? My other languages known include celestial, elvish and sylvan if it was talking in some other language also.)
it was talking in goblin, but some of the goblins were talking in an unfamiliar form of sylvan. you could make out some of the words, but not many. you assume it is the language of the plane of dreams.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
(you really did not think that one through mama chan)
you turn the corner unleashing your spell, it covers the entire room, enveloping the entire cluster of goblins....and they stare at you blankly. then burst out laughing. you realize that you just tried to put these creatures, who literally originated from the plane of sleep, into a magical slumber. and now they are pissed. they start to advance towards you, but their mother stops them. she starts speaking gibberish, cycling through different tongues until she stumbles upon common. "I see you have awoken. my boys told me you slept for three days" she chuckles "god knows why. anyway. what the hell are you doing in my woods?"
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
“Deader Maker and deaders looking for!” Kronk booms. “Black, oozy-filled deaders, like in woods yours.” The liver-less things,” he adds with a low snarl.
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
(you really did not think that one through mama chan)
taking into account the way they have been treated by their "hosts" Mamma Chan acted in a way that made sense to her. to her Goblins are sneery little weak servants who must be tolerated because they do the essential work in the empire. to stand around wringing our hands at this predicament wasn't her style we have real foes to deal with, this was a minor setback sleep them and we leave, These are her tired, aching, hungry, thirsty thoughts
Noting that this is not going well I step forward, “So here’s the thing your holiness mam. We were all dead or something and I can’t remember much about all that and then some woman or goddess or the like gave us this whole speech about saving the world from an undead horror called a Lich. I know, totally unbelievable right? And I would have said as much but then we’re suddenly waking up in a field and fighting off rotten zombies and death wizards, which we totally owned by the way. You should see these guys fight. Not me I just talk and sing, sing and talk..”
I take a deep breath.
“So yeah we kicked their asses and they wanted to burn the bodies but the bodies turned to dust or something and then there was this magic paper and a donkey called Dennis. They didn’t want the Donkey but I thought we should keep him because being a donkey owned by zombie is just no life. Anyway, the magic paper told us to go to Gullytown or someplace because the big black cloud of doom was going to swallow it, which I guess is a bad thing and we’re here to stop that sort of nonsense.”
another deep breath,
”and then your fluffy pets found us and put us to sleep and your little friends here took off our clothes, stole our stuff and probably ate my Donkey. That’s about it really. You are a really nice shade of blue by the way... really pretty.”
(ooc: agreed, Elrodin will wait as Sivir peeks and others get themselves ready. Though he does want to keep quiet and ready to pounce, so:)
Stealth: 18
as you peek round the window, you see what looks like a congregation of goblins. most of them look normal, but some of them have blue and green tattoos that seem to swirl and move. in the centre is a massive female hobgoblin. and she is blue. as blue as the sky on an unclouded summer day. you have never seen anything like it. the goblins seem to be leaving her offerings, as she slowly approaches the doorway. you also remember the two levers next to the cage.
mama chan you hear them saying this "Mother Mother. we have brought gifts, and sacrifices to your greatness" and other things along that line, and then you hear a surprisingly kindly voice "I told you boys, no living creatures will be sacrificed to me. I will bring peace to these woods. now show me our guests."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Mamma Chan whispers to the others "they have a leader, A female I think, maybe a spellcaster and were planning to sacrifice us to her!"
the footsteps draw closer
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
“Sacrifice... I still don’t think we have to kill all of them we can talk our way out of this.” I whisper
Mamma Chan rolls her eyes.
I ready my spear. “You better talk fast then because the first of those little turds to come near me gets this stick up his ass. Nobody takes my clothes off without buying me dinner first.”
I grit my teeth and try to think of an appropriate tune for the occasion.
DM - Caves of the Kobold Slave Masters
(DM Question - did Sivir understand the hobgoblin? Was it talking in common? Or was it only replying in Goblin? My other languages known include celestial, elvish and sylvan if it was talking in some other language also.)
it was talking in goblin, but some of the goblins were talking in an unfamiliar form of sylvan. you could make out some of the words, but not many. you assume it is the language of the plane of dreams.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Mama Chan moves forward and casts sleep at the closest group of Goblins.
(OOC - ok. Sivir was going to move around the corner and try to talk to the hobgoblin, but seems that's not happening now!)
(Ooc yeah do the rest of us have time to react?)
Kronk stands patiently, gently tapping his bone against one of the stone, ‘click, click, click’, very softly.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
(you really did not think that one through mama chan)
you turn the corner unleashing your spell, it covers the entire room, enveloping the entire cluster of goblins....and they stare at you blankly. then burst out laughing. you realize that you just tried to put these creatures, who literally originated from the plane of sleep, into a magical slumber. and now they are pissed. they start to advance towards you, but their mother stops them. she starts speaking gibberish, cycling through different tongues until she stumbles upon common. "I see you have awoken. my boys told me you slept for three days" she chuckles "god knows why. anyway. what the hell are you doing in my woods?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
“Deader Maker and deaders looking for!” Kronk booms. “Black, oozy-filled deaders, like in woods yours.” The liver-less things,” he adds with a low snarl.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
“If I may speak. We did not choose to come in the woods, but rather were placed here.”
"placed here by whom, and for what purpose. also, what the hell is a 'deader maker'?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
taking into account the way they have been treated by their "hosts" Mamma Chan acted in a way that made sense to her. to her Goblins are sneery little weak servants who must be tolerated because they do the essential work in the empire. to stand around wringing our hands at this predicament wasn't her style we have real foes to deal with, this was a minor setback sleep them and we leave, These are her tired, aching, hungry, thirsty thoughts
Noting that this is not going well I step forward, “So here’s the thing your holiness mam. We were all dead or something and I can’t remember much about all that and then some woman or goddess or the like gave us this whole speech about saving the world from an undead horror called a Lich. I know, totally unbelievable right? And I would have said as much but then we’re suddenly waking up in a field and fighting off rotten zombies and death wizards, which we totally owned by the way. You should see these guys fight. Not me I just talk and sing, sing and talk..”
I take a deep breath.
“So yeah we kicked their asses and they wanted to burn the bodies but the bodies turned to dust or something and then there was this magic paper and a donkey called Dennis. They didn’t want the Donkey but I thought we should keep him because being a donkey owned by zombie is just no life. Anyway, the magic paper told us to go to Gullytown or someplace because the big black cloud of doom was going to swallow it, which I guess is a bad thing and we’re here to stop that sort of nonsense.”
another deep breath,
”and then your fluffy pets found us and put us to sleep and your little friends here took off our clothes, stole our stuff and probably ate my Donkey. That’s about it really. You are a really nice shade of blue by the way... really pretty.”
DM - Caves of the Kobold Slave Masters
OOC not to mention stabbed you a few times.