Puseater smiles before the discovery of the alcohol.
lucky me, another big big fire; at least that will give me some credit to the chief... surely most of the town must be torched at this time now
soak, soak, soak, soak all the room
Songs Puseater while breaking and smashing all the bottles but two, that keeps in his bagpack.
those will be useful to burn something, if any is left on town
once the fire is started, runs through a window again, being as sneaky as he can, and once out of the building, looks around in search of something that catches his interest.
*chuckles*
With a very loud Sqauwk of pure goblin annoyance He hurries over to the torch weilding goblins and plants himself in front of them..."stand back! there are evil word and thought stealing books in here... Leave them to me and my arcane Fire of DOOM!
To further puncuate his point he channels and casts one of his spells letting a gout of flame burst forth from his hand 'torwards' the book store... but in the direct path of his goblin copatriots as well, perhaps singing those who dont stop.
Makena waits anxiously as the goblins start to retreat, peeking around the corner until they disappear from sight. Once they're gone she hurries forwards and looks at the dogs uncertainly. "Umm, good doggies. Makena am friend, she here to save you from Goblins." she slowly edges closer, wracking her brain for times when she remembers tall-ones interacting with doggies. She didn't think her memories of Mr. Barks would help very much with tall-one dogs.
Letting the doggies sniff her hand, ready to snatch it back, and once they seem comfortably with her she gives them a little scratch. "Uhh, Down! doggies. Then Makena can let you go." she says, her tone firm and commanding, at least for the command. Then she turns her attention to the chains holding the big dogs.
Sticky glares at his boss, but he dare not disobey her now. He could loose his loot.
He rushes in toward the Elfshanks, snatching some sand on the way by a flower pot. Immidiately upon arrival he tosses the dirt into the elf's face. Then yells GET HER!
Youz lots are with the bridge team and are to kill de longshanks not be burning books, Dont make me tell Big chief you dont listen!"
He further threatened wiggling his fingers at them just in case.
Stupid stupid goblins. He muttered to himself and turned to head into the place that promised knowledge galore. He kept a wary eye out for any of the foolish torchbearing ones trying to enter the shop
Makena frowns at finding the chains properly attached, but after a few moments realizes she could just take off the collars. That causes her to pause for though, but as one of the goblins lets loose a loud snore she jumps and quickly goes to work freeing the doggies. "Okay. Need go this way. Only book burn gobs down south." she says softly.
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Laz is unsurprised by the lack of help. Figgers. Dos guys never liked me anyways. He takes a step away from the giants and casts his eyes across the buildings - weighing the possibilities. He considers running and trying to lead the humans on a merry chase across the rooftops while looking for opportunities to snipe them. But they know the town and I don't - advan'age to the flat-tooth, hedgehog-chinned, basterds.
In the end, he can't resist the urge to test himself against these giants. Still, he isn't stupid about it. He pulls out every trick in his book. He draws a particularly sharp arrow from his quiver, licks the fletching, and takes careful aim at the first human as he mounts the roof. He fires the arrow and quickly follows it with a second one.
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"Now's moment you all need learn be string and brave. Horsies are in here and we will kill!! Go together, not stand at horse back and leave the goblin-horses, the donksies. Now go, kill horsies!" With that she raised her dogslicer high up in the air. If they killed the horses they'd not only get her more manes for the hat, they'd also slow down the humans after their own inevitable retreat.
Tochack will concentrate really hard, trying to make his goblin brain work at the best of it's ability.
"Maybe...there's library, or place with lotta books, in Sandpoint? Most gobbos in this part of town have to burn books, but are burning everything instead. Tochack could sway the most of gobbos by guiding them to library, so them occupied for some time."
He will pause for a second, scratching his oversized ears.
"You have to make this place one gobbos not want to get in tough. If you can, no food smell. Gobbos always hungry. Gobbos also dead scared of dogs and horses. Mostly horses. If someone here do spells like me, he can cast Ghost Sound to make horse noise."
He will look around the inn, seeing the goblin corpses and remembering the building with goblin ears.
"Also...can do something with bodies to intimidate gobbos. Maybe. Don't know if good idea, and me don't feel commafurtable with it."
The little dervish will rush among the streets, searching for his squad leader and tripping a dozen times. When he finds Feeva, he will address her excitedly "Boss, Boss, me found where a lot of books are!". He will then proceed to give directions as to where the library/whatever is.
He will follow the squad to the library, and then he will try to separate himself from the group and rejoin the dagger throwing lady at the inn. True to himself he will slip on his own foot, but, for a strange twist of fate, he will land on a heap of trash amassed at the side of the streets, producing a great deal of dust in which he will disappear in.
Purseater will go to investigate the screams, but with caution.
Me don't like the sound of that, hope not means big trouble
As he aproaches to where the screams come, he tries to be as stealthy as posible, both dogslicers in hand.
Under the men's assault, Laszlo gives way. Avoiding their blows, he leaps backwards to get some breathing room, inadvertently inching closer to the roof's edge.
He fires two more arrows at the wounded and raging man.
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Puseater doubts about taking the risk, but then he starts rembering the flavor of elven kidneys
those succulent brown kidneys, served in crunchy elven ears with a sauce made with its own fat... yummy
so, he decides to attack the elven maiden to claim those fresh delicatessen for himself.
For the Licktoads!! Shouts purseater whith lust of elven blood
After that he poses menacing with his twin-dogslicers-gob-stance.
"Well, well, what have we here? A human who thinks himself so mighty for killing some goblins. You know our babies kill more goblins than you within their first day on earth?." Her voice sounds like it did before, showing a grasp of the common tongue that is too good for a Goblin yet it's somehow colder than it had been before. She looks around the barn , smiling as she sees the goblin ears, "I should have brought my chain of human ears, we could compare who has the most."
She then effortlessly switches to the goblin tongue, "Horsies are stuck in barn, they not hurt you! Longshanks is the bad here! He killed our kin! Maybe he kills your mother or your father or your brother or your gran! We make him pay, feed him to his own horsies!" Considering their idiocy that should work.
Then her hands started weaving a spell and after a mere second a white blob flies from her hands and heads for the human man. Then she takes a step back to let the others pass.
Sticky rolls to his feet and grabs a clay jar that lay tipped over in the tumolt of the fight. He darts forward again while one of his goblin comrades strikes true and chucks it at the elf lady's head. The pot is awkward, however, and it zips by her head to shatter on the pavement behind her.
After pointing the other goblins to the library and literally disappearing in a puff of smoke, Tochack will move for the house of this elderly scholar.
First me help him, get him to safety at the tavern. Must help elderly people, yes.
Then points gobbos to his house so they busy for even more time.
Some time (and a lot of tumbling) later, he will arrive at the place the Tian longshanks described to him. Before entering, he will utter a brief prayer to the Dawnflower.
"Pretty Lady,Help me some
I be singing this nice hum
If you help me help Longshanks
I'll give you warm warm thanks"
Resisting the urge to try singing again the prayer with a better pitch, the Brother will enter the old longshank's house.
Makena giggles and scratches at the doggies ears as they excitedly lick and jump at her. "Okay. Now we need go-Hey wait, where you going! No! Not that way! Uhh, Heel. " she desperately calls after the pitbulls. Hearing her shouts distrub the sleeping goblins she wrings her hands for a moment, and then hurries after the pitbulls.
Entering the longshank’s house, you find it empty. Of course, that’s not surprising, as many of the surrounding houses are as well. After all, the Swallow Tails party is clearly an important longshanks event, and the only people you’ve seen indoors are cooks.
"That not nice." Makena murmurs to herself as she peers at the sign over the stables. She's considering how best to go about saving the horsies without ending up like the goblin on the sign when she realizes she's not the first one to find the place.
"Not again!" she complains softly as she head inside, blinking as she moves further, trying to adjust her eyes to the darker stables.
Laszlo retreats a few feet as the fierce fighter drops with a goblin arrow in his forehead. The small archer tries to scare off the remaining warrior, mostly because he's about to run out of rooftop real estate. He slides a gnarly grey finger across his throat in a slashing motion and says in Goblin as ferociously as he can muster, "You're next, longlegs!" He adds one of the seven Common words he knows, "Kill! Kill!"
Before the knife-wielding warrior can respond, Laz peppers him with more arrows.
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The first thing sticky does as the Elfshanks disappears is dash over and snatch his bag of loot. He worked hard for this! No finders-keepers on this bag!
He then falls in behind the fire-hair obsessed goblin. To be honest, fiery hair was an excelllent idea, but to think about it All The Time? When would you have time to steal stuff?
When they arrive at the thought-stealing factory house Sticky picks up stones and starts breaking windows so the coming fire has air to breathe.
An evil grin appears on Auntie's face "Now, what would you prefer, me cutting off your ears while you live or when you're dead? If I do it first they will be better preserved I think." Despite her words Auntie does not draw her dogslicer but instead grabs the sling she has with her and takes out one of the polished stones she carries for it.
With the sling she launches a bullet at the man's head, hoping for it to cause a big, fat welt on the man's forehead. She talks to her minions in goblin, "Roast him! Set stables on fire! Man and horsies will die and toast!"
After he confirms that no one is in the house, Tochack will go back to the tavern with the dagger-throwing lady to give a report of his recent actions and see if they needed help for something.
No! Mah kidneys... those suculents...
Puseater is really upset with the banishment of his favourite meal, and swings his blades acros the, now empty, place where the elf was. After convincind himself she is no more, follows the rest of the group while grunting and rating in low voice.
Once they arrived to the place, he drews one of the alcohol bottles and waits with a sad expresion.
too bad I didn't find this myself first, now is gona get a total waste of burned books and no shinnies
The second is ”An Examination of Force in Magic.” (This ancient tome creaks when opened. The leather is so old it looks as if it might fall apart at any touch, while the pages are yellowed with age. Despite this, the book holds up to use quite well. Contained herein is a series of commentaries written in an archaic Elven script. The various stories, theories, and observations describe a simple spell that the reader can identify as magic missile. The author (name unknown) describes ways to manifest and manipulate these bolts of pure force that provide more power, as well as how even an untrained mind could produce this effect.) .
Just as you’re finishing up the second book, stones begin to fly through the building’s front windows. Hurrying to the front, you see almost 20 Goblins (led by the powerful witch Feeva) preparing to burn the heretical building to the ground. You recognize a couple of the Goblins: Stickymitts (the klepto) and Puseater (the sneaky quiet one). They see you inside and look at you quizzically.
Sticky pulls out a bottle of Bottle-Fire and runs up to the broken window. Hey! he screeches at the magicy goblin, Get the back! He then lobs the bottle over and pulls another out for himself with an excited cackle.
"Scaly one is coming to help? We burn this place down, horsies and man. Man kill many goblins and we's make him pay for it! I's prefer roasting horsies on open fire to eat but this is only option. Prove you really part of clan and help!" She always had been sceptical about the scaled one. She had no issues with the other races, not even the humans, but trying to integrate into her clan was a different matter altogether.
She turns back to the other goblins,
"Stabs him! Guts him! Take his ears!"
"Chop his nose off, do not fears!"
"Burn the barn and we will cheers!"
She hoped the rhyme worked, most of her kin were suckers for it.
At this moment, Laz is glad that the other goblins generally ignore him. It saves him from having to explain how he couldn't hit a huge human from 5' away with two arrows. He looks at the bow like it betrayed him. Arrows musta been bent.
The ropey goblin steps back and feels only air beneath his greenish heels - out of room. He gives the human a toothy, embarrassed grin. Though to a human it would probably appear as a snarl. He lowers his bow a bit as if to surrender and pulls out another of the few Common words he knows, "No kill. No, no." Then he lunges forward driving a flat punch - with all the strength he can muster - into the tall warrior's groin.
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Get out, get out
Puseater holds the bottle until Doesn't gets out of danger, to spread the fire as wide as possible.
After trowing the bottle, Purseater looks around in search of any danger coming, while trying to find a good spot to hide.
Tochack will manage the closer thing he can to a smile. "Duty, lady. Me goes to market, checks back later."
The thin goblin will run to the market, avoiding any other goblin in the way to avoid raising suspicions on his philanthropic actions.
Her luck with the dogs does not seem to hold as she peers into the stable. She doubts very much that she'd be able to bluff these goblins away from the horsies like she had the others, and her spell probably wouldn't do much better... "Umm... Yes. Kill man. Burn stables." she murmurs her agreement, while her eyes dart around looking for options.
As auntie starts up her song Makena will pull out her flute and play a short, simple tune to accompany it. It seems to hearten her fellow licktoads, putting some stiffness into their spines. "Get that tall-shanks!" she yells as she takes advantage of the distraction to try and open some of the stalls and let the horsies out.
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He quickly slips the books into his pack and takes one last longing look at the travesty about to happen. He backpedels to the door then chants once more a fan of flames spreads out from his hands torwards the books in the building. The glee some of the other goblins might be showing at the burning of the hated thought stealing books he doesnt diplay... In fact he might be tearing up.
Sticky squeals in joy as the books catch and spread the fire as only books can. He puts away his own bottled fire. The magicy one has taken care of it.
The ropey goblin hoots his delight (and relief) that the fighter hasn't managed to draw blood yet. Laz steps into the space of the bent, gasping warrior now that they are on eye-to-eye level. Red goblin eyes meet bland human ones and Laz delivers a nasty headbutt pitting his rock-hard gobbo skull against the softer, rounder longshank one.
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"Traitor! Kill the scaly one! No, capture her! I want to give the lizard to chief, prove not to trust scaly ones!" She points at the kobold behind her, completely forgetting she wanted to collect the man's ears.
Tochack will wave to the three goblins in front of the burning library, moving towards them and away from the ongoing battle "Hiya. How's big-big-fire doing?"
Oooh, library does make very good fire! Hope no longshank was in there...
Heeeey, where have you been? you lost big big fire start!
Shouts Puseater, that have not even noticed he was missing until now.
A sneaky one, sure sure. But he doesn't look to be lucky, no big bags of things on him
Let's go, Feeva leading, Feeva already go
Sticky casts his gaze about for anything valuable before getting involved in any fight. Maybe some of those carts spilled some shiney coin. Or maybe some dead guy dropped a not-broken weapon.
As Sticky moves he scoops odd and ends like ash and entrails (doesn't matter what kind) and stashes them in various pockets for use later.
Makena jumps, spinning towards the goblins as Auntie yells at them, trying to get them to capture.
"What! Makena not traitor. She just trying to um... wanted to eat horsies, sink fang into froat and drink warm bloods, but when she open door they run away and knock her over!" she says quickly, miming sinking her toothy maw into the horsies throats and tearing flesh, before flailing her arms and pretend to fall away from charging horsies. "Quick we go chase them! Make sure they get awa-er, we get them for chief. Lets go!" she says, waving for the other goblins to follow her and running out into the street.
"You'se all idiots! Horsies go faster than goblins, we not able to get them now." She sighed, "Scaly one may not be traitor, but she is biggest idiot of all. Can not be trusted to do good things." She walked out slowly and started moving towards the central square, ignoring the kobold and her minions if they do not decide to relent their idiotic horse chase.
Phew! Horsies got away and Goblins not try to kill Makena. She have to be careful of Auntie tho. Makena thinks, relieved. She watches as Auntie heads off one way and leads her goblins off in another, but the confusing turns soon end up with her running parallel to the witch anyway, the kobold's snout swivelling back and forth as she looks out for something she can use to get rid of the goblins following her.
By the time Makena and Auntie Targa arrive at the market square, the chaos has almost completely died down. Aside from a fight between Feeva, Rita Bigbad, and a few longshanks, there's not much happening. A pair of Goblins are wandering through the square picking over scraps, but the area is mostly deserted. Suddenly, a thrown dagger strikes one in the back, dropping him. At the same time, a bolt of force unerringly smites the other. Looking in that direction, you see four new longshanks entering Sandy-Points. The leader (an armor-clad human wielding twin blades) cracks his neck as he says something in Common. His companions (an elderly human with a staff, a dark-skinned woman with a Sarenrae holy symbol, and a female elfshanks with a gazillion daggers) nod. The four of them look menacingly at you.
Round One
When he hears the Longshank talk Common, Tochack will try to parley with him to avoid needless bloodshed, trying to make it sound like something a normal goblin would say.
He will stop, giving a second look at the murderhoboes, and the goblin's face will twist in disgust.
Then, the Brother's eyes will flash with shock that will quickly turn into rage, as he sees the holy symbol sported by the evil woman.
He will charge at the filthy miscreant, scimitar in hand.
"For the Sun..." he will start shouting in an unusually perfect Common as he prepares to strike her.
"...and the Fury!" he will finish, as his scimitar flashes with holy fire.
He will scowl at the woman
Doesnt play well with others will quickly channal some arcane energy casting his last memorized level 1 spell. In answer to the spell of force, a missle of arcane force shoots from his finger as well steaking towards the robed one. He then hustled behind the stage to hide.
kill kill kill the robey one he has the bad bad magicks!