Puseater barely dodges the rear tip of a menacing glaive, then strides to occuppy the space Play left and stabs one of the Thistletop with both blades.
"Ow!Ow!" carefully spinning into the Grease, the grey gobbo slashes at the farthest enemy.
A slippery floor is a powerful terrain modifier. The Thistletoppers didn't stand a chance. Even Plays somehow managed to slay one of them. True, he was blind and prone, but it still counts.
Sticky immediately starts going through pockets.
Loot
Leather Armor x7
Dogslicer x7
Shortbow x7
Arrow x140
Light Wooden Shield x7
Various shineys worth approximately 150gp
Alright my best gobs! We got into this place, Sorry Brother Tochack I dont think these gobs want to talk with us they wants to fight, Well if its fights they want we will give them more fights than they can handle I mean after all we are Veterans of the Sandypoint Liberation.
He stood up as tall as he could (which admitedly wasnt very tall at all, but he wasnt stooping or slouching so it was something) If they wants to run away lets em, but if they stand between us and the cheifs of this ... He harumphed loudly "tribe" of goblins smash em down. We need to finds what happened to our friends! So grab their loot Sticky and lets uh... hide it quickly outside in those bushes to get on the way out okay?
He offered to their best kleptogob to get them moving before a suitable defense could be mustered.
Oh, oh, we veterans kicked younglings arses!
Puseater moves into one of the corpses before the shinnies-collector whirlwind comes, and takes its bow, quiver and arrows.
Sticky pockets the shineys and stashes the larger items in the brush before rushing back ready to go.
Tochack nods grimly at Plays' remark. After offering a brief prayer to the slayed gobbos, he moves to the big door on the left.
"We try opening this door?"
Sound good to me Answers the small gobling, as his skin changes the color to match the wall he hides agains.
Is it open?
"Uh...maybe?" Tochack replies tentatively, giving the door a timid push.
C12
This storeroom is half-filled with crates, barrels, and large sacks of grain. A small hole has been chopped into the lower side of one of the barrels, allowing pickles and brine to drain out and giving the room a singular stink of vinegar.
C13
An open flight of stairs winds up to a trapdoor in the ceiling, thirty feet above. Based on what you saw outside, this will lead to a guard tower with two Thistletoppers in it.
C14
Six poorly-constructed bunk beds, little more than hammocks slung from rickety frames, stand along the walls of this room. Each is heaped with a vermin-encrusted blanket and a lump of straw that serves as a frustrating pillow.
Pus goes to the room with the barrels, stiking himself to the one open, an starts devouring the pickles, unaware of any dangers.
Piiiicklesssss...
Pickles are the goodness... Looks about for a moment and helps himself to a pickle or seven
The pickles taste wonderful, and you spend several minutes enjoying a delicious snack.
Sticky sneaks down the long hall from which the the other gobs came and opens the door at the end.
Renewed from the pickle feast he was once more ready to continue the hostile takeover of Thistletop.
Remember guys, they are not our friends.. they are not good gobs lets do this!
He said readying his magetwhwacky weapon and sneaking behind His best gob Sticky
With a happy belly, Puseater takes some more pickle into his pockets, and then searches for the rest of the group. Once located, he runs into them, with a smiling brime-drooling face.
Hey hey, Sticky, must try this -Says the little gobo in low tone. Then he adds: Do you need help with that big door?
Nodding gravely again at Plays, Tochack takes his scimitar in his hands and opens the door with Sticky, prepared for an eventual fight.
That door looks like it leads to the other guard tower. You're pretty sure there's a pair of Thistletoppers up there.
C16
This large courtyard is open to the sky. Tenacious clumps of partially-trampled grass grow fitfully here and there in the hard-packed earth, in places stained with blood or scratched with furrows. To the north, what appear to be two dead Goblins lie slumped at the entrance to an outbuilding. Nearby, four Goblin Dogs are barking and growling at whatever's inside that building. You can also hear the *neigh* of a demon horse!
Sticky squeaks. It's a demon horse! Not going there, nonono!
Hmmm....
He said simply looking at the building holding the demon horse.
Guys guys! I have an idea
He began with a little clap of his hands spinning around excitedly.
Its the ultimate in secret weapons! what we do is this, we get rid of those dogs right?,Then we look at what has the demon horse trapped in the room right? Then we rig it to open real easy, go find the boss gobs, run from them lead them here release the demon horse and viola! No more boss gobs and we are in charge! Oh... and we save our friends
Sticky stares at Plays in awe. You is smart gobs! I like yous plans! But what do for doggies?
"Maybe we try scaring doggies away?"
Sticky disappears into his bag to look for something useful.
Pickles makes me hungry, any fresh meat? -Asks the little goblin.
Then, looking at the fresh corpses, he sings in low tone...
...just remember what to never have to eat
all the things that are green...
What a waste.
Sticky emerges moments later with the last of the fireworks. He holds then up triumphantly and cries, Hey! Any gobbo's got a light?
"Oh, Oh, me has one!" Tochack says, moving closer to a nearby rock. After scratching the rock a couple of times with his scimitar like a matchstick, a small spark appears on top of the weapon.
"Ok, now put fireworks there..." the gobbo adds, aiming, before lighting the rocket.
The firework in Sticky's hand bursts into brightly-colored flames and begins to emit a whistling noise. The doggies instantly turn to look at you.
Hey dogs shoo!
He yelled sticking two fingers into his maw and letting forth a sharp high pitched whistle.
Sticky only panics a little and chucks the whistling thing at the dogs in the hope that they scatter.
"Uh..."
Tochack really wasn't sure what to do with the doggies, either.
"Have you heard about our Lady and Eternal Flame, the Fire Hair?" the gobbo starts to proselytize "Leave your evil barking ways behind! Open your doggie hearts to her warmth! Live your life basking in her light (not usual light you bask in after lunch. That's not count)! Join us! We, uhm, have redemption and cookies."
Puseater draws his swords when the fireworks made the dogs to stare at them, but then the little goblin goes totally out of him, speaking even worse for the standard goblin when the word "cookie" is pronounced.
NOOO!!! Me wants the cookies, don't give cookies to infernal barking flea-balls!
Me redeem, me cokies?
Then, he looks at Brother with puppy eyes.
Praise be Tien-shanks of the Glowy Hands, giver of fire-hair gifts! Redemption for cookies is standard practice of the Glowy Hands!
Sticky screeches at the dogs and Pus.
As it turns out, throwing noisy objects at dogs while screaming at them is a good way to keep them from attacking you. They give you a wide berth but stay fully alert.
The dogs ...out of the way the smartest goblin in the land moved torwards the demon horse's outbuilding trap. He scratched his head wondering how he was going to do this. It had to be strong enough to keep the horse inside... yet weak enough when they led the gob boss here the horse could break out and stomps all over him.
The door is barred from the outside with a thick wooden beam. The walls are sturdy, too. It's clearly obvious that this structure isn't Goblin-made.
Hmmm... guys guys help me pull this wood stick till its almost not in the slot... then when we run out here we tug on it and open the door okay?
He begin trying to pull the wooden beam half out of the door.
Yes, I help with the wood. But you think playing with demon-horsey is smart?
Puseater puts his hands on the bar too, and then stares patiently at Plays, waiting for the trap to be set up. Somehow. Magically.
Me helping!
Sticky pulls on his extensive experience in getting caught in traps to try to set this one.
Hey! Me also has bear trap! Maybe if we blocks the doors except one, my traps can catch bossy gobo and make him stay for horses kick!
Not waiting for permission, sticky starts setting up his trap on the door furthest from things that can be used to bar the other doors.
Oh yes, yes, toothy trap worked well last time with the elf-shanks.
The little goblin looks big big eyes how Sticky prepares the trap, getting totally distracted from wathever he was doing previously.