Reggarn you recognise the ring as belonging to Nazead, setting your mind at ease that this is the right group.
"Yes, well. I can not say that we had planned negotiating with the creatures master Silveraxe." Uldran gives a wry smile. "But it seems our aims are aligned to a point. Regardless, we have some Troglodytes to deal with here before we worry about any goblins."
As if to highlight his point you hear a distant scream from deeper into the tunnels and a sharp cry for help. It would appear the scare you gave the beasts is wearing of and they are getting back to business.
Freak flinches as the scream echoes through the cave. He shoulders his backpack and picks up his axe and starts towards the source of the screams. "Yes, let's hurry!"
Randrak raises an eyebrow at the new arrival, "Are you some kind of pacifist? Believe me, you won't last too long in these caves if you refuse to fight. And I won't die for someone no soft bellied coward who refuses to fight."
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Mercwri takes a candle and breaks off a small chunk, splits it into two pieces and rolls them into balls small enough to fit into his ears. “Remember the babbling thing that drives everyone nuts, might wanna plug yer ears afore we jump on it.”
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
"I have come to seek your help and to be help to you as well. I could use an escort to some ruins nearby where I hear some goblins may have set up camp. I wish to seek a peace with them."
Freak frowns at the use of the words 'goblins' and 'peace' so close together. "I'm pretty sure we said we'd kill them."
"If it comes to it then so be it, but please let me at least try. As for these troglodytes, it seems that peace is not an option at this point."
You all advance on the main cavern, wary of what you might find within. You see the dwarf who was calling for help being dragged toward a heaving mass of flesh in the centre of the room. The troglodytes in the area all turn to watch you all nervously as you approach.
"Bloody - Gah! The sons of... sons of-" The dwarf in question wears brutally ragged clothes, once of apparent fine make and quality. He looks pale and drawn, with a certain sluggish slurredness to his words that indicate some sort of foul drug, or poison. Nose bleeding into his beard, eyes wild and unfocused, it's pretty clear he's in no condition to put up much of a fight.
Randrak takes his sash from around his waist and ties it around his head. He makes sure that is covers his ears. He also covers his mouth and nose, so that there is no chance of it slipping over his eyes whilst fighting. Then he pulls it tight to make sure that he muffles as much sounds as possible.
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Reggarn you recognise the ring as belonging to Nazead, setting your mind at ease that this is the right group.
"Yes, well. I can not say that we had planned negotiating with the creatures master Silveraxe." Uldran gives a wry smile. "But it seems our aims are aligned to a point. Regardless, we have some Troglodytes to deal with here before we worry about any goblins."
As if to highlight his point you hear a distant scream from deeper into the tunnels and a sharp cry for help. It would appear the scare you gave the beasts is wearing of and they are getting back to business.
OOC: You have all benefitted from a short rest.
DM - Caves of the Kobold Slave Masters
"OH my! I don't speak troglodyte but from the looks of it, I may be of some help."
"AAAaaAAaAAAaaaaAAah! OOoOOooOOOoOoooh!"
"Damn," Randrak mutters under his breath. "I forgot about the goblins. I hope we can get some proper rest before having to go to that temple."
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Alanis flinches at the sound of the scream.
“What! There is still someone alive?!“
Turning to the others she urges:
“I know we cannot rush this, but if we hurry we might still be able to help them!“
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
Freak flinches as the scream echoes through the cave. He shoulders his backpack and picks up his axe and starts towards the source of the screams. "Yes, let's hurry!"
You all make it back to the central cavern in time to see several troglodytes disappearing into the opposite archway.
How do you wish to proceed?
DM - Caves of the Kobold Slave Masters
"Can anyone understand these creatures? I wish to not kill them if I don't have to."
Randrak raises an eyebrow at the new arrival, "Are you some kind of pacifist? Believe me, you won't last too long in these caves if you refuse to fight. And I won't die for someone no soft bellied coward who refuses to fight."
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Freak ignores the conversation and advances towards the source of the screams.
Mercwri takes a candle and breaks off a small chunk, splits it into two pieces and rolls them into balls small enough to fit into his ears. “Remember the babbling thing that drives everyone nuts, might wanna plug yer ears afore we jump on it.”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
A thing that drives you insane? I'll take some wax if your offering.
Alanis nods to Mewcri and sorts through her alchemist supplies for something akin to wax.
“Yes. It seems this troglodytes are feeding dwarves and other creatures to some monster that is called ‚gibbering mouther‘.“
She looks to Hitticus for confirmation.
“So I fear settling this peacefully is probably not an option.“
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
"If it comes to it then so be it, but please let me at least try. As for these troglodytes, it seems that peace is not an option at this point."
You all advance on the main cavern, wary of what you might find within. You see the dwarf who was calling for help being dragged toward a heaving mass of flesh in the centre of the room. The troglodytes in the area all turn to watch you all nervously as you approach.
DM - Caves of the Kobold Slave Masters
Mercwri will stuff the wax pellets in his ears and shoot the blubbery thing that seems to be awaiting a dwarf dinner.
Attack 12
Dmg. 5
Sneak Attack. 2
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
"Bloody - Gah! The sons of... sons of-" The dwarf in question wears brutally ragged clothes, once of apparent fine make and quality. He looks pale and drawn, with a certain sluggish slurredness to his words that indicate some sort of foul drug, or poison. Nose bleeding into his beard, eyes wild and unfocused, it's pretty clear he's in no condition to put up much of a fight.
Randrak takes his sash from around his waist and ties it around his head. He makes sure that is covers his ears. He also covers his mouth and nose, so that there is no chance of it slipping over his eyes whilst fighting. Then he pulls it tight to make sure that he muffles as much sounds as possible.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Alanis plugs her ears as Mewcri suggested before pulling another vial from her belt, aiming for the troglodyte dragging the captive dwarf.
Fire bolt:Attack: 19 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
(holy sh*t!)
“Let him go!“
Alanis |lvl 3| |gnome artificer| (Stonebound)
Reggarn pulls a candle out of his pack and breaks off just enough to stuff in his ears.
He takes aim with his crossbow at the closest Troglodyte but waits for it to move before firing.