Chompy sets out on foot, not interested in the horse meats or other nonsense ways of travel. No, this is the true way with claws on earth.
The birds were a nice change of pace, the bones crunching nicely in his maw. The walking is nice, and the sounds of singing and other such nonsense help pass the time before they spy Black scaled dragons! Chompy does not appreciate the fact that more dragons have attempted to claim his land as their own!!!!!
He points at them and growls softly "We kills these dragons, before they grow big and take our lands!" he says with much emphasis despite the quietness.
Provided he makes it up on them without them noticing, he will wait on the others and prepare to clamp down his maw upon one of the dragons in a coup de grace.
Happy for any reason to sneak up on something and stab it, Scrabble moved along with Chompy
Before they set out, Dys would like to herd the slaveshanks into the room that locks with a key. Dys does not entirely trust them to not run away, and if more stealshanks come, the tame ones will be safe in the locked room. But then everyone gets excited about hunting the pigshanks and starts arguing about which way to go, so Dys forgets about the slaveshanks.
In the forest, Dys does not shoot the boomstick at the birds, as tempting as that would be. Dys is not stupid. But Dys does climb up a tree and finds some nice eggs in a nest. A complete breakfast right there - protein and protein. And feathers. Blech.
As they come upon the small black dragons and Chompy gives the signal to kill them, Dys almost cannot contain her excitement. Dragon-slaying!! Hells yeah!! Barely a day in their new lands and they are already big dragon-slaying goblin heroes! Them getting kicked out of the tribe was the best thing ever!
She sneaks closer, preparing to shoot the boomstick at whichever dragon is not getting bit or stabbed.
Mogawg looks up cheerfully as he hears the squawk of a bird dying as Chompy gets hold of it.
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Mogawg quickly crouches down with the others as the dragons come into view. He waits for the others to do their work.
You stealthily creep closer to the dragons with the soot-colored scales. Well, most of you do. Scrabble gets a bit too excited and starts giggling - waking up two of the dragons! Chompy immediately kills one, and then all hell breaks loose. There's a loud *BA-pfft* from Dys's boomstick. It seems yesterday's repair didn't quite do the trick.
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Fortunately, the dragons are too surprised at your ambush to fly away or use their breath weapons. Because that's totally what they have - being dragons and all. Just ask Chompy. He knows.
Chompy immediately pounces the next evil Dragon!
Scrabble laughed even louder and stabbed at a dragon with his stabby knife
Mogawg extends a hand, pointing at the kobold next to Scrabble, and a dark wisp of energy shoots toward it.
"Ah. Um. Not to worry, iz just da frizzle bein' butty." Dys calls out as a trail of smoke emerges from the mouth of the boomstick. Dys grasps it by the front part (which she calls a snout) and whacks it a few times against the nearby tree, causing crunching and banging noises. Then she aims it again at one of the dragons.
"Now. Work, gods damn you! MAKE DA BOOM!"
While the boomstick does work this time without exploding or breaking, the boom is not forthcoming, only more of a "pop". Dys scowls fiercely at it, muttering under her breath.
With the element of surprise on your side, you make short work of the dragons. It turns out to be your lucky day: these dragons carried their treasure horde with them!
Shinies
S Leather Armor x4
S Spear x4
S Sling x4
Teeth pulled from some kind of carnivorous creature
A dingy gray feather roughly 3in long, stuck in a rotten plum
A small ceramic figure that's been repainted so much that it's more paint than clay
A well-used sling stone that shows signs of gnawing
The bowl of a large wooden serving ladle, snapped clear of its handle
A damp brown bag containing three rotten fish heads
A hunk of half-melted butter wrapped in a thin piece of rank ham
A band of leather covered in teeth marks
A rather flat silk top hat covered in muddy footprints
Basket of moon radishes x4
Scrabble immediately put a moon radish in his mouth. Then he pulled his serrated knife out of the dragon and was about to start harvesting it, but stopped when he looked at Chompy. He seemed a little anxious
"Uh... Chompy? We take bits? Or no?"
Chompy nods "Yes, we should eats of the dragons and gain their power...Chompy heard this once from somewhere.....it sounds good to Chompy." he says pulling out a knife and preparing to do the same thing.
Creature Harvesting
Dragon corpses are extremely valuable and have a plethora of components that can be harvested. Unfortunately, Kobolds are the complete opposite and have absolutely nothing of material or mechanical value to be gained.
Scrabble harvests the useless bits anyway. He quickly figured out that they were useless, but he didn't want to insult Chompy.
Dys pokes around the corpses for a bit before losing interest and transferring her attention to the small pile of loot instead. Picking up the leather band, she wraps it around the barrel of the boomstick, in the hopes that it will keep it together and the boomstick won't break as often.
"Where did these dragons come from? Is this their home?"
Chompy tilts his head and looks around, sniffing a bit at various things. He just ends up giving a gut answer though in the end "Too many babies, Chompy thinks there must be nest somewheres." he said nodding as he deftly decapitates all the kobolds.
These would make fearsome armors to scare his enemy when he has the means and chance to craft such powerful armor.
"Where did these dragons come from? Is this their home?"
"Dragons gots treasures, right?" Scrabble said, poking around, trying to find the tracks that might lead them to the Kobolds' den.
Scrabble finds tracks leading to the Southeast .
"Disway!" Scrabble said, romping off into the foliage down a narrow trail.
Chompy follows along semi reluctantly. If there were this many little dragons...he'd only imagine there would be a bigger badder dragon they'd soon face.
Abandoning your search for pigs and cheese, you set off to find the dragon lair. Following the tracks takes a long time, and before you know it, you're at the edge of the forest, and the sun's going down. It'll be dark very soon. Past the edge of the forest, you see there are many hills of various sizes. One of them is topped with a near-perfect rock dome, its cracks colored deep black like a web-shaped scab. As you ponder what to do, you hear the distant rumble of thunder rolling toward you and feel a cold wind blowing, damp with the smell of rain.
"Uhoh," Scrabble said. "Big storm. Don't wanna be out there where no trees are. Zap! Frygoblin."
"Time to find shelter."
Mogawg follows Scrabble's lead and settles in for the night. He gathers a few of the biggest leaves he can find and attempts to blanket himself with them to shelter from the coming rain.
Rain was bad for the boomstick, so Dys is only too happy to hunker down in the shelter that Scrabble found, going to sleep with a head full of treasures and heroic dragon-slaying.
Scrabble quickly locates an excellent burrow that can easily fit the four of you with room to spare. Once you scramble inside, though, you discover that it's already occupied by a weird bird-lizard and strange goblin wearing a battered metal helmet.
Chompy eyes the new goblin aggressively and stares at him not sure to trust him for now.
Mogawg is quite shocked by the presence of this other goblin and his pet.
"Who are you?! Did old chief send you after us?!" he asks as he points a crooked finger accusingly at Ser Helmut.
"Oi! Who dis now? What he doin' in our hole?" Dys adds, gripping the boomstick and pointing the wrong end at the stranger in her flustered state. Still, the prospect of frygoblin is not a pleasant one, so she edges into the burrow despite her misgivings.
Looking at the group of gobbos entering his hole, Ser Helmut promptly stands up and hits his helmeted head smartly on the roof. He then promptly sits back down with a splash in the wet mud.
The bird-lizard seems to be chuckling.
Mees be Ser Helmut. Greatest of da knights dat be knighted! Yous may be welcome here in mees abode! Dis be Billy Bob Thornton. He be mees pet.
"Knight?"
Dys begins to laugh riotously, bending over and slapping her thigh. Who had ever heard of a goblin knight? And what a funny-looking bird he had! And a good thing that goblins had such large heads, else that big helmet would be resting on his shoulders. What a silly goblin.
Ser Helmut stands up (slowly and looking up) and smiles big at the musket holding female goblin.
Yes! Mees bestest da longshanks knight and mees puts him inside my bird-lizard and mees done puts on da helmet da knights!
The little goblin looks at the others, expecting their complete agreement for something so obvious.
Scrabble looks at the lizard, then the weird goblin, then back to the lizard. "Aright," he nodded. "Wanna join our tribe? We has a lizard too. Him a dragon."
"You killed longshanks knight?" Mogawg says, impressed. "Good. Like Scrabble says, you join our tribe. All Gobs are equal."
The little green goblin stands up straight. He pulls at his helmet with dignity, setting it properly on his head. He turns to the group of gobbos.
Me be honored to join clan. What da name?
Ser Helmut then whispers,
We be knowings whar da longshanks camps by da waters too!
Dys sobers up a little as the goblin knight tells of his exploits. She seems grudgingly impressed, but his next question throws her off balance again. Name? What name? The didn't have a name for their new tribe! How could they have overlooked such an important thing?
"Err, da name... uh, ya hafta earn da right to know it!" she proclaims, slamming the butt of the boomstick on the floor. "Mebbe after we kill dem longshaknks together. Den we go kill da piggie! An' eats it!"
The helmeted little green goblin nods in understanding.
Yous be seeing! Dem stupidest longshanks will fall to da great tribe of Not Knowing!
"Mebbe after we kill dem longshaknks together. Den we go kill da piggie! An' eats it!"
"Don't forget the dragons we be tracking!"
Chompy nodded along to most of what the Goblins had said. There was a chance once again to kill more longshanks to add to the shinies they had and possibly more foods to eat.
He pulls out the various dragon heads he brought along as well as all the sweet meats they harvested from them. He looks at the others and nods "We make fire, Chompy can make fine meal out of weak black dragons. Might not make us stronger, but will at least make us full." he said as looked over them.
He began defleshing the skulls, readying all the actual meat and fat to be put in a stew.
After a hearty meal courtesy of Chompy, you set off after the dragons once more. The air is humid in the aftermath of the fierce thunderstorm, and the ground is soaked. As the terrain is quite hilly, you're forced to travel slowly and carefully so that you don't slip and roll down a hill.
As you proceed, you begin to see the occasional body. Sometimes it's a baby black dragon like what you've been following. Other times it's a little blue Goblin . As you get deeper into the rolling hills, the bodies become more and more numerous. Strangely, all of the bodies have been looted and stripped of all valuables. The epicenter of the carnage appears to be an old half-dead sycamore tree that looks to be at least 100ft tall.
"Who be these blue goblins?" Mogawg wonders aloud. "Terribly ugly."
Mogawg approaches the old sycamore tree in curiosity.
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The helmeted green goblin points to the tree.
Dat bees a sick-or-more tree. Dey be where dese dead dragons be from, I betcha!
Ser Helmut approaches within 60'. He waves his fingers and speaks a word in Draconic.
There's no magic to be found. However, now that you're closer, you can see a hole hidden amid the roots of the tree.It's sized almost perfectly for you to fit through.
Ser Helmut waves his hands around in the air. He dances from foot to foot.
The smart goblin points at the tree.
It be safest to enter!
Chompy tilts his head a bit form time to time as they find dragon after dragon. This was a veritable swarm of baby dragons. This must be a very productive mother.
He eyes the Goblin with some suspicion as he says things in his tongue. He would have to watch this one who seemed to try and harness the magic of dragons.
He looks over at the tree and sniffs the air a bit before heading towards the hole and looking it over carefully. "Chompy shall go first, if Dragons inside then Chompy's presence may throw them off." he said nodding.
Scrabble didn't like the idea of anyone else going first. That was his job! He wanted the first shot at glory! He had to admit Chompy had a good idea though.
So Scrabble reluctantly went second, staying quiet and hidden, close behind.
You quietly enter the opening and climb down a root-lined shaft. After about 10ft, you arrive in the middle of a tunnel. You can vaguely see chambers on either end, but they're currently too far away to make out what's inside. However, you do hear something eating in one chamber and high-pitched giggling and the occasional *sproing!* from the other.