"That's right you little moron!" shouts Ariza. "Your ding ding is going to burn right off. You better run or I'll cut it off first!!
She turns toward the remaining Goblin, a rueful smile on her face. "Do we want this one to have little flaming pee pee too?" she asks no one in particular. "One of you get ready to run and catch it if you tell me to go ahead"
Ariza tells Rezzin to follow the flaming Goblin from a safe distace and using high places wherever needed in order to see if we can see where it goes
"YEA! All clear!" He says after looking around. The half-orc then slowly, but menacingly, approaches the stunned goblin, taking out his rope at the same time.
"Since he is so kind and presented himself, let's go with your plan Rak. I'll tie him up and then we have all the time in the world."
He looks around nervously. "If the city is safe already."
"I don't know about you guys, but when we get back to the tavern I'm ordering several drinks."
Rak follows Denche and helps him tie up the swooning goblin, mostly just to make sure that the goblin doesn't surprise Denche in the middle of this. "I don't speak their tongue, so one of you will have to ask all the questions."
When Denche wonders if the rest of the city is safe, Rak turns his ear back towards town and listens to see if he can hear any other disturbances.
"Thanks, we'll try. Check their leader for anything interesting, perhaps their tribe could be identified."
and in a hushed voice "And shake up that paralysed bastard, we just saved his life."
Denche kneels besides the tied goblin and wipes the dagger on his head, like it was a rag. Finally looking into his eyes, he says
He motions to Ariza and makes a sidestep back.
Following Denche's advice, Rak proceeds to search the leader for anything interesting that might help identify them (and anything valuable, of course). He'll proceed to search the remaining goblin bodies as well, adding anything he finds to the group's loot.
During all this, he addresses the "noble" from the night before. "Fancy man, are you just going to stand there? What do you know of these goblins; what happened?"
Ariza saddles up beside Denche. "Hey there big guy! Whatcha got there?"
Ariza reaches down between the stunned Goblin's thighs and takes hold of his loincloth.
"Don't torch the little guy just yet Ariza!" We need some info!"
Sorin was more than a bit uncomfortable with the thought of what the goblin might have to go through if she set him aflame.
Rak looks uncomfortable as he endures the hug for what he feels is an appropriate amount of time. He awkwardly extricates himself from the embrace, then nervously picks at his clothing as if getting everything in order again. He responds without quite making eye contact. "Yes, well, that's quite alright then. Sorry we couldn't save the dog."
Sorin leaves Ariza to interrogate the little one.
"Goblin attacks common around here?" he asks the attacked man.
Denche feels he filled his role and seeing Rak locked in a hug, chuckles and moves to inspect the corpses.
"You guys get over here. I am not dealing with the vile little bugger alone! I need someone to help me make sure he is telling all of the truth."
"What Master? I want a name. I want a location. I want the name of his first born child and his dog. I want to know what he had for dinner last night. And if there is anything I forgot to ask about the 'master' I want you to tell me what I didn't ask and then tell me the answer."
Before the Goblin could answer, she continued, gripping the loincloth a little tighter and moving her hand toward the goblin's 'wee wee' and shuddering on the inside. I can't believe I am doing this!
"What is grand plan? I want details. I want to know everything you were asked to do. I want you to tell me everything the 'master' asked your friends to do. Out with it, now!!"
For added measure, she gripped a little harder, and then made a look of concentration cross her face.
Rezzin, go have a playful jump on the noble's back and make sure that he didn't swipe anything from Rak
Rak turns and starts to ask for Ariza's help with Rezzin. "Ariza..." he starts, but trails off as the scene in front of him starts to sink in.
He turns back to the "noble." "Yeah, she seems busy, and I don't really have any influence over the monkey." Rak stands there awkwardly, looking from the man to the monkey and back to the man. "I'm sure he'll finish up shortly?"
"So, my good man, Sorin here asked you a question. Are these kinds of goblin attacks common? I was thinking that Sandpoint tended to live on good terms with the goblins of the area, and that an attack like this seems unusual. Isn't that true?"
The half-orc finishes his inspection and stands up from the ugly corpse in front of him. Little scum; like baby orcs, but worse.
Ariza loosens her grip just a little.
Hearing angry goblin again, Denche returns to Ariza's side, facing the captive. He unsheathes his dagger and looks at it for a bit, twisting his wrist slightly to see if there is a shine to it. Content, he starts cleaning the grit under his nails.
Without averting his focus, he says coldly: "Is he talking or do I need to make a point?", at the same time swiftly pointing the dagger to the goblin's left eye.
"He's talking. Being a little hard about it, but I think we'll curb that issue. He is saying something about chief ripnugget and a fort. Says ol' ripnugget is going to kill me now" She chuckles.
"Stay nearby, if you don't mind. I'd like you close in case there are any surprises."
Denche withdraws the dagger and grins.
Are you sure this chief ripnugget wasn't the rider commanding them? It seems but a minute ago that I put a rip in his nugget with this here dagger.
"Can we not say that name outloud so much?"
Soren wasn't a squeamish man, but he shifted uncomfortably at the very vivid name of "Ripnugget." He had been cocky a few times to almost detrimental effects, and it was enough to make him respect other men's "baskets" as a rule of honor.
In short, you can kill a man with so much of a whim, but do not play with his sack. In any case, Sorin does not really approve of threatening the nether regions.
Ariza lets the goblin fall to the ground.
"Looks like ripnuggets is to the northeast. You guys can do what you want to this ... thing ... now. I am finished with it. I do think it would be fun to have it tied up like a puppy and leading us to the mangy creature responsible for the atrocities on this poor town.
I need to get some rest, though. This whole ordeal has tired me out."
Let me know if you see anything little buddy."
With that, Ariza begins the short walk back toward the tavern.
Rak moves over to the goblin, picking him up off the ground and getting him standing upright again. "Can't leave you here like this; Denche'll want his rope back if nothing else. Can't let you go free, lest you tell someone we're on our way. Let's go find us a guard, shall we?"
Rak will look from Sorin to Denche to see if either intend to accompany him, otherwise, he'll head off with the goblin in search of a guard to turn the creature over to. He'll then head over to the tavern to meet up with everyone.
I've got your back, Rak."
Sorin moves to help Rak with his "burden" and they go off to find someone to look after the little guy.
"I must admit Rak, with the damage these wee ones have caused, I wouldn't be surprised if they told us to off him."
"Yes, we need to find the sheriff and probably the mayor too. She'll want to know."
Denche steps to the tied goblin and tells him to move in goblin, nudging him slightly.
"... and then I can hopefully fix my bow."
"I just got finished burning loincloths that smelled like things you don't want to imagine. Then I had to put my hand way too close to a goblin 'wee wee'. After all that, do you really think I am in the mood to have a drink or even think about how we got off on each others feet yesterday? I am going to wash up and have a tea at that lovely establishment. Then I am going to have a rest to recuperate my powers. Hopefully that nice waitress from yesterday will be around to help me find what I need. I can't stop you from walking with me to the tavern, but I will draw the line at the door where I draw my bath.
I already have one pet and this one is nattering about me like another one. I wonder what he is up to? What does he wat? Rezzin, darling, come and watch my back; especially keep an eye on this one.
Follow him please Rezzin. Let me know where he goes.
Ariza continues to walk toward the tavern. He seems so forward, which probably means he wants something - and since he is male ... but I am a little wee gnome. That's just ... ewwww. Men! She rolls her eyes subconsciously.
When she arrives at the tavern, she looks around for the nice waitress that helped her the other day.
I really just want a warm bath and a cup of that wonderful tea; then I need sleep.
Happy to have done some good already, Denche packs up the rope properly and catches up with the rest.
On the way to the tavern, the half-orc can't help but ask the sheriff about his problem. He feels like a mason without a hammer, a pigeon without a worthy place to shit on.
"Sheriff, while battling the first wave of goblins my bowstring tore. Do you have anyone on duty that could attach a new one? Who maintains the garrison's weaponry?"
Satisfied with a job well done, Sorin is eager to get back to the tavern, and hopefully the festivities as well. Getting stuck in a goblin raid was not what he had in mind when he left home.
:p
"I think my friends here are eager for a drink. How about we drop them off at the tavern, I leave my bow at Savah's and we return to join them?"
Ariza waves at the waitress and nods her head in a thankful gesture. She then walks to the table, flops into the seat, and holds her head in her hands. It's noisy in here!.
After a moment, she senses a presence and looks up to see a beautiful Tienese woman standing near the table. Ariza can hardly contain her excitement when she hears the lady's question.
"I would love for you to join me!" Ariza claps her hands excitedly. "I just hope you don't mind. I must look frightful, and I am positive that I must smell even worse. If my state of being is too offensive, I would certainly love the chance to clean up so we can concentrate on our conversation. If, on the other had, you are ok with how I look and smell ...?" She trails off questioningly.
"I would love nothing more than that. Hopefully my companions will be along in a while, so please make sure your bouncers don't let them interrupt the ceremony (or my bath!). I will see you then."