"Either way, it won't be long before a trial and likely and execution; or at the very least life with hard labor. The evidence is overwhelming." He finishes applying the manacles, then picks up the warchanter by the scruff of her neck and barks at her.
Jerjia snorts in derision as she continues her conversation with Wits in their native language.
"Either way, it won't be long before a trial and likely and execution; or at the very least life with hard labor. The evidence is overwhelming." He finishes applying the manacles, then picks up the warchanter by the scruff of her neck and barks at her.
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The black bits are unexplored. The two staircases to the outside go up, the central one goes down...
"Well, I suppose it's best to quiet those who lurk above before we explore downward. Won't do to leave anyone behind to rouse the cavalry, as it were."
"Sounds good to me." Casey checks his gun making sure it's loaded. Then checking the sight wondering if it might be a little off.
The Goblin looks at Adonia, and speaks again in goblin.
The two sets of stairs lead up to two rickety towers. Both have been used recently as watch towers. One looks to have the remains of a picture-card game. The other has a large jar of some sort of stinking pickles, which has fallen over, and is leaking down the stairs. The goblins from up here have all come down and been fought already.
"Looks to me we killed 'em all." He comments as he gnaws on his toothpick with a bit more business. "Looks like downstairs to me." As he turns and heads back down.
"Or we could finish the game," Jerjia says, her eyes gleaming as she sees the cards. "And eat pickles."
Adonai continues:
Then he will manacle the goblin to something immobile and stand guard watching both the entrance and the way down stairs. When the others get back he says:
"It seems that there are some humans downstairs. Someone sneaky might want to take a look first."
Adonai continues:
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The Goblin laughs hysterically, stopping after a minute or so enough to speak.
Wits laughs at the goblin's insight. "Indeed. So, which of us is stealthy? I have a modicum of talent in that area, but I am by no means expert."
"I can sneak," Jerjia smiles.
"You all may not know this, but I ain't much of a sneak." He tells them as if that's news.
Reynard chuckles at Casey's statement before replacing the bolt clip on his crossbow and dropping into s stealthy crouch moving towards the front.
"You all may not know this, but I ain't much of a sneak." He tells them as if that's news.
"Certainly the truth there. I wonder if they may have heard the boom of your cannons."
"You all may not know this, but I ain't much of a sneak." He tells them as if that's news."Certainly the truth there. I wonder if they may have heard the boom of your cannons."
"They certainly heard you stomping around above their heads in metal pants," Jerjia sniffs. "Not to mention all the hearty shouts of 'What ho! Halt, miscreant!'"
"Don't tell me you aren't dying to touch my metal pants with those electric fingers ;D" The paladin says with a wink.
Jerjia can't decide whether to look offended or intrigued.
Casey stares at the lawman, stares at Jerjia, and without a single expression upon his face, checks his gun and readies to move out. Best not to say anything. Just safer.
Wits looks intrigued for a moment, then shakes his head. "I believe the offspring would be unable to reproduce, which is a pity because their small size yet complete lack of stealth would be an intriguing trait to study."
So everyone is agreed on the heading down stairs plan?
Stood in the doorway at the bottom of the stairs, there are three doors in front of you, one each to the left and right, and one in the same wall you are looking "out of".....
This has obviously been used as some sort of feasting hall for the goblins at some point, small bones litter the corners. But it's been cleared out somewhat recently.
Reynard quietly makes his way to the left door, placing his ear against it.
Perception
Reynard tries the door, weapon ready.
Survival
Crouching, Reynard scans the area for signs of when goblins most recently passed the area.
Survival1d20+8
Crouching, Reynard scans the area for signs of when goblins most recently passed the area.
Reynard backtracks to where he can see the others, waving them on.
"Goblin activity in the tunnel, signs of regulat human activity, probably the leaders."
"Well let's go bring them to justice." Adonai exclaims as he re-equips his shield.
"Bringing your new girlfriend?" Jerjia asks, with a look at the manacled gobliness.
Casey looks at him with a raised eyebrow. "Justice? Dang, lawman. Let's try to kill 'em before they give up. A lot less to keep up with." Casey surmises as he checks his gun again, making sure it's still loaded.
"Jealous?" the paladin quips to the gnome. "I got her manacled to the banister over there. If she can get out of that, I guess we'll just have to take care of her again."
Then to the gunslinger.
"Aroden's justice. And if I may recall, there was a lot of b@~!%in' and moanin' when I was going to bring that," he points to the warchanter. "to meet him."
"I said kill 'em before they give up. Not after. It ain't no fun killin' 'em when they give up. That's why I don't do it. I always find it easier to kill sumpin' when they're tryin' to kill you."
"Semantics are the soul of the law, paladin. Don't they teach you that in your Paladin school?" Wits checks the manacles on the goblin warchanter, just to ensure that she will not be getting loose. In a fit of mercy he retrieves the pickles from the table and sets them close to the shackled goblin. "Wouldn't do to have you die from hunger."
"Alright, let us see what fresh hell the goblins have conceived in the depths of this place, shall we?"
"Down here, I am the law. And I take no joy from administering this type of justice. But be that as it may, let's kill these fiends before they kill us. Or give up." He winks at Casey.
Casey responds with a, "Heh." on the last bit of Adonai's statement. Which, you would assume, is some form of laughter.
Reynard shakes his head, glaring at the pointlessness of stealth with the noise everyone else seems intent on making.
A single lantern hangs from a hook on the wall next to where the stairs enter this room from the north. Several rickety doors open into this room, and a few discarded dog pelt rugs lie forgotten in the northeast corner
Stood in the doorway at the bottom of the stairs, there are three doors in front of you, one each to the left and right, and one in the same wall you are looking "out of".....
This has obviously been used as some sort of feasting hall for the goblins at some point, small bones litter the corners. But it's been cleared out somewhat recently.
The door to the left hangs open, where Reynard has just been peering through....
Casey looks at the open door, chewing on the toothpick a bit more aggresively, as if it helps him think. "Well, we goin' through the left one?" He asks as he looks to Reynard.
Consensus?
I'll have a map for you soon, but you don't really need it just yet.