"It's the Birdcrunchers! They tried to start something, but got beaten, and ran off into the caves!"
Bluff 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5
Sense Motive 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
The first one into the room immediately runs off through the door to the junk room.
Two stop to poke at the bodies, curiously.
The fourth stands up to his full height, and fixes Orik with a steely glare.
"So, how come there's none lying here, then?"
"Are you talking to me?"
Attack 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Damage 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
The goblin in the nursery is speared on the end of the sword, which passes through him, and breaches the whelps' cage, cutting one of them and making it cry even louder.
"If so, no. I haven't even got fully dressed yet."
Orik performs a figure-eight swing, within the nursery.
Attack 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Damage 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
The first goblin leaps back, taking a cut across the chest, as he collides with the cages of squealing whelps.
Initiative for next round:
Goblins in nursery 22
Orik steps forward, under the lantern, and swings at the injured goblin at the foot of the stairs.
Attack 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Damage 2d10 + 4 ⇒ (10, 7) + 4 = 21
His change of allegiance obviously takes the goblin by surprise, as it makes no effort to defend itself, until it realises his intent too late, and fails to prevent the blade bisecting its head.
"I swear, I can't think of anything else. I just don't know what you'd think important."
"Uh,..the goblins do talk of another thing, apart from the jackal-god. I've heard them refer to a giant wolf-creature, that they expect to devour their enemies. I don't know if that's another god, or a real beast that lairs here."
"I dunno, it happened while I wasn't around. I thought I was gonna catch hell for not being there, but she was calm about it."
"There was some ceremony, and she came back with her left arm in bandages. She had found some large devil dogs, which she set to guarding the temple. I thought she'd been bit by one of them, that's why she didn't make a fuss."
"I've been keeping to myself for a few days. They don't seem to need me that often, now they're excited about exploring the lower rooms.
"I didn't like how they ran things there. The chief was testing the new goblin refugees, and if they gave the wrong answers, they were dragged off to be thrown into the sea, or killed on the altar to their goddess, a dog-headed thing with three eyes."
"I was sickened by this, so I suggested we needed someone to keep watch, and I was excused from attending. I know I was hired as a bodyguard, but she doesn't seem to need me any more, even after she injured her arm."
"The goblins tend to watch the upper floor, and the approach from the mainland. Except for Chief Ripnugget, who's been following the newcomers around, since they came."
"That room you were fighting in was for the chief's wives, but he's not been to see them since he became obsessed with Nualia. That's why Bruthazmus has been 'takin care of them'."
"The bugbear sort of invited himself here, when he heard there was to be a raid. Seems he had some vendetta against an elf, and was always trying to force the others to hunt for her. I've had to step in between them when his temper flared. They may have noticed he's not here, but they probably won't miss him, if you get me."
"She's dark skinned, more so than a Qadiran, or Osirian, a deep, dark brown, like mahogany. I believe her people are from some far-off place in the south, like Garund, or Mwangi.
"She's usually been dressed in a white cloak, with a pile of books or scrolls under her arm. And she has a cat. White or grey, I think. It usually hides from everyone."
Okay; Orik (for that is his name) finishes drawing the areas of Thistletop he is familiar with, and hands over two sheets of parchment.
"That second sheet is two floors; the stairs go down from the top left, and lead down to the small map at the bottom. I've only been down there briefly, but I remember the pool, and chairs around it."
"She was here when I arrived; Lyrie, a Garundi woman, from Mwangi, or Nex, or one of the other southern lands. She was being made to translate the glyphs in the lower halls."
"We shared some conversation, and she seems as miserable as me. She told me how she should really have been at the Pathfinder Lodge, taking her exams, but was forced to come here."
"I'd gladly see her safe to her destination, if you'd allow me."
"I'll draw you a map of all I can remember, I'll tell you where the guards watch. You can kill Tusuto, or whatever his name is, I don't care. I don't have any loyalty to Nualia any more, since she didn't deal straight with me."
"You can kill all the goblins in here, and anyone else, but I want to be sure the Pathfinder is safe. She's another reason I haven't left."
"Wait, now, hold on. I know I've made a bad choice coming here, but I didn't know anything about this place when I signed up."
"You're sitting in a bar, with no job, and some gorgeous woman comes up and says she'll pay you to hang out with her? What am I supposed to do?"
"It was just supposed to be a bodyguard job; get her through the goblin forest. I never thought I'd be forced to live among them."
"I want out, but I don't think they'll let me leave. I'll tell you what you need, if it means I can go back home. I think I'm not the only one feels that way, either."
"I swear, I don't know what was in the box, or what they wanted it for."
While not exactly ignoring Tregar, he does seem to spend more time glancing at Galstok, and the haughty woman who seems to have him on a leash.
"I did accompany my employer to two meetings, in the first few days. It...was not to my taste. Several new goblins had turned up, and the chief seemed to be testing their loyalty. Some stayed, and were let into the tribe. The rest were taken away, and thrown down a hole, into the sea."
"There was a long crate, wrapped in a sheet. Well, they tried for ages to get it over the bridge, slipping and sliding everywhere. I got bored and went for something to eat. I came back, and they were still at it, only this time Nualia had come out, and she'd obviously taken charge, as they'd taken the cart down to the beach, and were trying to haul it up the side of the rock."
Nualia didn't go on the raid, wherever it was, so I stayed here. I don't know what the objective was, but the day after the others came back, some more goblins came out of the Nettlewood, dragging a cart. Everyone went out to watch them bring it in, which took forever, because the bridge is so rotten."
"Whoah, I can't answer you all. One at a time."
"I work for the lady, Nualia. She hired me to escort her from Riddleport to here, which I did. I never realised the place would be full of goblins once we got here."
"I don't know where they attacked, or why. But Tusuto was angry at the goblins for failing to bring someone."