
Zooks Pointyteeth |

At the sight of the fearsome creature, Zooks tugs on Hatchit's reins, bringing him to a skidding halt. He's not quite sure what that is but he knows he doesn't want to make it angry. "This Hatchit. He's a...giant bird."

Chief Rendwattle |

"Me say food party." He starts laughing hysterically at this for several minutes before abruptly stopping. "What be Happening? What's going on?" He smile disappears completely and the creature sounds...sad. You swear you can see a tear forming in its evil black eyes "Me wouldn't know. Me asked to join. But nasty Goblins said me was to fat and Hairy. Said me would just mess up their fun." He starts blubbering slightly "B-but looook me helped...m-me help a lot." He points over to the guards and pops a large bubble of snot that had started blowing out of his nose. He looks down at the little Goblins "Y-you can go in if l-like."

Nuggle |

At Hairy's acceptance, Nuggle pops out from behind the mound of dead guards. "Hello, me Nuggle." Then the pale goblin turns around and goes inside the gate.
Stealth: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25
Disappearing once more.

Darts Torchfist |

Darts frowned fiercely at the thought of the murderous hulk so close to him. And the fact he was a blubbering sad sack. Evil and lonely didn't mix well.
If any Humie found out the hairy bugbear had killed the guards,they would automatically be blamed and most likely attempted to be killed. He went through a series of increasingly exaggerated facial contortions of horror,frustration,dismay and finally resignation.
Maybe he could turn this situation around somehow....
You want stroll wit gobs like us,you do things differents.First,no more killy humies just coz. They gets mad and send big group to tracks youse down,kill everything,pop ears off,and get shinies for it. Means we gobs can't be walkings arounds--gotsa always be sneakings.The yellow goblin whipped his hair back,looking quite impressive as the black locks gleamed under the firelight in the smoke-choked night. He started to strut around the bugbear,casually twirling his fangfile in his right hand as he spoke.
1d20 ⇒ 20Diplomacy check untrained. Smooth.
We be goblin adventurers. Have fun,get treasures,get famous,set things on fires. Much betters than normal,stupid gobbies that don't appreciate special gobbies likes wes. Like youse. First things gobbies like us do is crashing party. Blame everything on other gobbies so they gets killed instead we. Pretend help humies and get rewarded...Loot places while theyse busy. Get cookies and goodies.
He turned his head slowly to cast a meaningful glance at others,Right,gobbies?
He made a heart shape with his fingers at Slicy while looking at the bugbear sideways.Pretty Slicy here also got some tasty juice she might share with new friend-Hairy. Right,Slicy?
He handed the bugbear a Desnan candle firework with a forced grin.Here youse go. Pretty,sparkly,Banger for new friend. Light it on fire and see what happens. Well...Darts goings on shears. Cookies and clothes to gets. Heh-heh...
Darts uses Fast Movement to run into Sandpoint,past Naughty Bugbear. He has 40 ftbase speed. Thus,he runs as fast as a dog. Catch up if you can.

Chief Rendwattle |

"No Kill Humies? Ever?" Before he could get a reply Darts had ran off.
Hairy grabs the potion greedily dropping his finger "Mmmm, Me eat this?" He looks at Slicy but she to was gone.
"Dead things? What about if no head left?" He follows after the group trying to catch up with them. Me so confused.
You zigzag through the streets and quickly come closer to the sound of fighting ahead of you. Looking around a corner you see a large town square that was set up for a festival. Several large pots stand on tables, whatever inside sending steam floating into the air. Further in the square you see what must be the cause of at least some of the sound. Several heavily armed humanoids seem to be battling the Goblins, as you watch you see several of your race fall.
Smoke billows from behind a large building in the square.

Polly Brainsucker |

Scratchy the cat hisses at the fighting sounds and tries to run towards it, but Polly grabs him by the tail and his small paws claw at the dirt to escape. "No Scratchy, we waitings now. See what doin'."
How far away is the fighting, and how many humans vs goblins are there?
Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Darts Torchfist |

Hearing Slicy's comment,Darts hissed back in goblin,Darts not loving Longshankers. Stupid gobbies like these reasons why we's gotta hides and sneaks or get ears sliced off for bounties. Why Longshank come raid and wipe out tribes. Because stupid gobbies like themselves give gobbies like us bad names because they run into Longshank house and burn and kill and rrrrrwarrrrggr!! The yellow goblin dissolved into angry gibberish in a mix of Goblin and Common,yanking at his hair.

Polly Brainsucker |

"Come Scratchy, we go find new dressy for me and new magicky things, too!" Polly turns to leave and explore the burning town, then stops and glares at Scratchy. "No you cannot go eat thems eye pebbles." Pause. "No, not even them dead ones. We have to hurry if we wantings new dressy and things!" And she skips away, Scratchy sulking quietly behind her.
Looking for some children clothing and casting Detect Magic pretty much wherever she goes.

Slicy 9Toe |

GM, does Slicy or Hammy recognize the Goblins or at least the tribe they belong to?
Slicy follows her nose to find some yummy food or keeps walking until coming to a store window where she sees something that catches her eye. Hammy would gravitate towards a hardware store.