Right on...the doublewide is about 100 or so feet from your position. There's one door on one of the longer sides near the end, on a metal grated staircase. There's a little carving of a gnome in front of it, in a red hat, standing next to a carving of a mysterious pink graceful bird.
"Where are the hobgoblins?", Altai snarls at the old coot. "Are they all in the big house?"
He turns to Jody. "Any other entrances?"
"Yes, but not from this world." He sounds all cryptic.
"Only that door, that I know. We ain't never been allowed in there."
"Well, lit's invite oorselves in."
Somewhere,.....Stiggy smells a still...
"I smull likkAR."
Stiggy waddles briskly to the double wide.
"Ur ye fowk comin' wi' me?"
A winking statue of a garden gnome grins up at Stiggy over a pipe of gnomeweed.
Nope, it's not actively winking i.e. it's not moving in any way....but it's open eye does seem to follow you as you all walk up.
;)
Sweeeet...
Halloween's coming up, and all;I was wondering if I could invoke the freaky; I know I can in a RL game face-to-face, but the whole pbp time lag thing; I was worried it wouldn't hold up too well.
A winking statue of a garden gnome grins up at Stiggy over a pipe of gnomeweed.
"Moradin, Ah het Noomes ahmist es bad es Gobbos."
Kick the door in.
The door kicks in right and true.
There is one common room that takes up the entire inside of the trailer.
A-D across top; 1-6 the side.
This door is at a1. There is a door at b3 on the north wall, a door at d1 and d4 on the east wall, a door at b6 on the south wall, and a door at a 4 on the east wall. There is livingroom furniture, pushed up against all the walls along with detritis and bric-a-brac. A table, 10 feet by 5 feet, is at ab3; there is a mockup of Fort Bale and it's immediate surroundings on the table, along with little pins with tiny flags all about the tiny battlefield. There is nothing else really.
"Crrap!"
"This look funny," says Gittik, peering round Stiggy.
Nope. Everything you see is visible stuff.
Wow a D&D Yogi Barraism.
"Huh. I guess you were right, Jody - doors inside that are not visible from the ouside and all that. This place is bigger than it could possibly be. Very odd."
"This look funny," says Gittik, peering round Stiggy.
See Invis spell says invisible things appear as translucent shapes; thus you can tell that they're invisible easily, so he could tell.
Opening the first door, there's a hallway. Coldness issues into the trailer from the open portal. Upon inspection, the hallway, which is 5 feet wide AND tall, is made of firmly packed snow. It crunches and munches under boot. It turns breath into smoky mist. Embedded and or leaning against the walls are sides of beef; Elgan identifies a butchered gator, and pork bellies, and all manner of meat frozen by the cold. There are also large barrels, some stoppered; the barrels are embedded in the walls of packed snow about 2 feet off of the ground. There's a good 5 barrels on the left side wall of the hallway.
The hall stretches on a good distance, and into darkness.
You can hear a raspy, "pleeeeeease....pleeeeeease....no...more..." in goblin tongue. "Just.....kill me....." the voice adds. It's a way's off, down the icy hall.
"Huh?" Altai turns to one of the swamp cousins. "This is most... odd. I... Do any of you recognise that voice?"
C.E. "Yeah...that's this goblin they got. They bring the other goblins here sometimes. The leaders, or whoever.
Then, they parade this goblin out, and beat on him some. Then they bring him back in the double-wide.
I don't know what the hell for, goblins 'n hob's are kinda sick in the head, so..."
See Invis spell says invisible things appear as translucent shapes; thus you can tell that they're invisible easily, so he could tell.
Stig heads down the icy hall.
The hall goes straight for a few dozen yards; it slopes downward a bit. At the end is a pitiful, shivering form. It's a goblin. A wheatsack is tied over it's head, and it is shackled, the chain around it's wrists and ankles; hogtied.
"You bastard!!! I hate you, with all my heart..." it says weakly in the goblin tongue.
"Ah hae puckle kestions."
<Stig drags the gobbo back out by the sack.>
It's an old, old goblin. His hair is long, and white as the snow of the walls here. He considers you all, then...."Gittik. Well, you got me, Gittik. Do your worst."
Gittik knows this to be Skinx Skinxson, Lord of the Nutgouger Tribe. Deadly foes of the Kneecappers. (not too many goblin tribes that are best friends--the chiefs try to kill eachother, and the winner absorbs the loser's tribe usually--that's the extent of goblin intertribal cooperation).
Most goblins die young. Most chiefs do too; when they get old and weak a younger, quicker, stronger gob takes over. But not Skinx. He fires black fire from his hands. His power doesn't grow impotent with age. He fired down many a Kneecapper in his time.
To Gittik: "Frind o' yers, wee feller?"
"Well, your noses are too pink to be Doom's men. What are you, Orcusites?" He switches to the common tongue now.
"I have no friends, dwarf. Not amongst the breathing."
"We're here for Jag-Doom's head. If we unshackle you, are you going to make any trouble?"
Beldan’s just been following along after the others, trying to generally sneak around and keep to the shadows and odd corners and glancing over his shoulder in paranoia – this place freaks him out. . He’s got his crossbow out and loaded.
On the way up into the doublewide, Elgan pauses for a curious sniff at the gnome statue, pauses to contemplate the artificial pink wading bird, starts to lift his leg,... but follows the others in swiftly when the door is kicked in.
After ID'ing the frozen food remains, he stays on guard in wolf form while the others investigate the chattering voice, and return with an old, white haired goblin.
"What you do here, Skinx? Why you tie up in sack, why you no blast down enemy like in old day? You now too old, too weak? Maybe me kill you to be kind."
<draws weapon>
"We're here for Jag-Doom's head. If we unshackle you, are you going to make any trouble?"
"Of course not. I haven't lived this long being stupid."
"What you do here, Skinx? Why you tie up in sack, why you no blast down enemy like in old day? You now too old, too weak? Maybe me kill you to be kind."
<draws weapon>
"Well, we saw that we had the drop on the Ratf!#!er tribe, and decided to go with it. We killed every damn one of those Ratf+*+ers. It was great, just like the good old days. But Jag Doom didn't like that. So he hit us with ogres, and a giant, and bugbears. Those that didn't surrender perished badly. Of those that did surrender, they were absorbed by other tribes.
He takes me out and beats me to promote goblin army unity. I'm an example now.I....I can't rest here, I can't use my powers. I haven't slept in days."
On the way up into the doublewide, Elgan pauses for a curious sniff at the gnome statue, pauses to contemplate the artificial pink wading bird, starts to lift his leg,... but follows the others in swiftly when the door is kicked in.
After ID'ing the frozen food remains, he stays on guard in wolf form while the others investigate the chattering voice, and return with an old, white haired goblin.
Heh heh....
"So, you know what go on round here? You tell us, maybe me no kill you. Maybe."
"All I know is Jag Doom is a sadistic bastard. They stick a bag over my head, and shove me in this snow room. At least the cold lowers the bruising on my face. I don't know much else.
I know your father, though. His new wife? She's no damn good.
Gittik, I wish you were my son. I would've treated you better than that bastard did."
A tear wells up in his eye.
"You're.....you're a better son than any of the addle-minded brats I ever got on a wench."
"Could you tell us a bit more about his entourage? Number, capabilities, that sort of thing?"
Thinking....
"You're.....you're a better son than any of the addle-minded brats I ever got on a wench."
<A tear wells up in Stiggy's eye, too.>
"He's got duskblades, and archers. All dressed the same, so you can't tell who's who. And he's got the wizard in the black robe. He didn't do anything but stand behind him like a dark shadow, while the ogres and bugbears tore us to pieces."
"You're.....you're a better son than any of the addle-minded brats I ever got on a wench."<A tear wells up in Stiggy's eye, too.>
"Ha ha ha ha ha! I didn't think dwarves could cry!"
He snuck away when Jody and C.E. showed up. He was ascairt of them.