Triel looks at the scarf you hold in front of her face. Eying the bladed edge of the scarf, she fingers the holy symbol of Gorum around her neck.
Isn't this the sort of weapon that needs a more delicate touch to properly wield?
She listens to you as you tell her what language she spoke. She nods as you finish.
"I can understand that. I... have a similar problem." She says tentatively. She shifts from foot to foot, muscle fatigue beginning to set in.
Well, that's the POLITE way to put it.
Sorry for the delay
Jack, checks all of the goblin bodies to ensure their dead.
Hey, anybody know if dead goblins are worth anything, running a little on the poor side right now. You Alder man or whatever your name was, you need a nice goblin head? It would like nice in your house.
Because that was a joke, Jack will carry on.
What does it matter what she uses as a weapon, we won, they lost, though if i'm honest if Mr. Oldman here is ok, we should find Artemis and make sure the rest of the town is goblin free. Oh and ah, sorry about your dog.
Triel nods at Jack, then walks over to the goblin commando's corpse. She takes the goblin's horsechopper.
I wonder if I can get something for this...
She walks back to Ithylia after stowing the horsechopper away in her backpack.
"his name is Aldern, if I heard correctly." Cian tells the Halfling, a little amused by the joke.
Grinning about the attentions paid her by Aldern, Vanya titters about Jack's joke. Still, she has enough presence of mind to address the archer's whereabouts. "Where did he run off to?"
Triel turns her head towards Vanya, then begins looking around.
"He said he ran off to find his family. He should be back soon."
"Let's go find a nice place to sit. And that I can play." ^^
She looked really happy at the thought of playing. "Oh yeah! He went that way." She pointed back towards the church. "Said he had to go check on his family."
Triel nods at Ithylia's suggestion.
"Why not?"
She pauses, then gestures to her blood-spattered armor. "I don't suppose anyone has something that can help me clean this?"
Might as well look presentable.
I got some water, but that's about it sorry. In response to Triel.
Turning his attention to our new friend, So Aldern Foxshove, what do you do? More importantly what do you hunt that sounds more dangerous than goblins, cause I might like to get a piece of that action.
Vanya, sensing Jack's humor glibly answers, "Oh! the most dangerous game!" she draws the moment out and finishes, "Crazed Axe wielding halflings!" She laughs merrily waving adieu to Aldern, "I must go find our other friend. Will I see you again?"
"Crazed axe wielding Halfling? Oh, no thank you, but I've seen what they can do, and I'd rather not be in that hunt!"
Triel arches an eyebrow behind her helmet. Unlike the others, she doesn't appear to think that a crazed, axe-wielding halfling is something to take lightly.
Then again, the aching of her muscles probably keeps her from finding a lot of things funny right now. She stretches, then moves to return to the church. Maybe Artemis is still there.
Careful pretty lady, the hunter could easily become the hunted, now come on. We need to find Artemis before he takes all the credit for this.
Still smiling the waif tells Jack, "Oh, I wouldn't dare hunt anything wielding an axe. Well, unless I had to."
Ithylia takes that as a cue to start skipping back towards the church, her scarves flowing as she moves. A big smile graced her face. So what if there had been goblins that attacked. They had defeated the ones they had faced and now, it was time to have more fun. She had made friends too.
Group: Aldern looks at Jack and chuckles. "I most certainly don't actively hunt halflings that wield axes in a frenzy. If you stick around Sandpoint long enough, maybe I'll take you with me. In fact, meet me at the Rusty Dragon within the next day or two. I'm indebted to you all, and that'll give me time to figure out a most appreciative reward. Until then, I bid you farewell Ms. Vanya and your brave companions." He walks off after giving a sly grin and wink to Vanya.
Artemis: The sheriff looks at you with little concern before replying. "There's no rush to get your comrades over here now. We'll have plenty of time to discuss things together. But for now, one of the goblins is awake and isn't speaking. Hopefully he'll talk after being face to face with one of his victorious adversaries. Come, we have him held in the church off to the side."
Artemis swallows and then nods.
"You know I don't speak Goblin. Be interesting if we find someone who can. I know a few things about them, living out there in the woods, but our main fight was with bandits, of the human kind. But, I'll provide whatever help you need, sir."
Artemis follows the Sheriff.
As Triel walks with the team back to the church, she addresses Jack, Ithylia & Cian.
"How badly injured are you? I saw you all take some hits; we may need to speak with Zantus to restore you to full strength."
She fingers the holy symbol of Gorum around her neck as she moves. "I'd offer to heal you myself, but I'm out of magic until tomorrow."
"I still hurt a little. Though no where near as bad as I did before you healed me."
I don't feel so great, but i'll live. I'm sure other people need his healing more than I do.
Vanya blushes furiously at Aldern's wink. She then turns and hurries after her friends in search of Artemis. Desna! How did you put your butterflies in my stomach? Still thinking, aloud now, "What a Festival!"
Triel's shoulders slump slightly from exhaustion. "Indeed."
She falls behind slightly, keeping pace with Vanya.
Artemis: As you follow the sheriff into the church, he leads you past some people whose wounds are being treated that aren't anything horrendously life threatening. The two of you walk back into an area that's sort of blocked from the rest of the church that people would normally notice and enter a small room with two goblins tied up to chairs. No later than you walk in, both goblins notice you and start ranting in simple common about how you are going to die, how they'll eat your flesh off, and how you would taste with certain random foods probably best not to even think of. Of course, all of this for just tying them up.
Group: As you arrive in front of the church, the area looks like a disaster scene. Stands are torn and broken down, food is everywhere, and local help have started to dispose of the dead goblin bodies. And there is a lot of people going in and out of the church
Artemis sighs.
Pulling his knife out of his belt, he approaches the first goblin. He looks down at the trussed up green being and says, "I don't know everything about you little green piles of dung, but I do know this. This attack was far too coordinated for you. What's going on?"
Triel watches the crowds go in and out of the church. She turns to the rest of the team.
"I suppose we should take a look inside. If nothing else, Father Zantus should still be around to heal you." She indicates Ithylia, Jack and Cian.
Not really waiting for an answer, Triel begins climbing the steps to the church entrance and enters. She occasionally holds her helmet to keep it from being jostled.
"Maybe some music would cheer people up? I know it cheers me up." Ithyila asked the others looking on the scene before them. Surely some nice music would lighten the mood.
Seeing the destruction wrought by the short battle, Vanya is not sure how to feel. Sure, we but so many were hurt! She nods to Ithylia, "Yes. Something to raise the spirits." She follows Triel up the stairs hoping to find something in the church. Or, hoping to find some way to help inside the church.
Nothing cheers you up better than a good drink, it's gonna be a busy night at the taverns. Says Jack as he follows the ladies up the stairs.
Ithylia followed her friends up the stairs, but she paused at the top. Taking off her case from her back, she sat it down and removed her violin before tightening her bow. Placing it on her shoulder, she checked the pitch of the 'a' string before tuning the rest of them to it. She turned and looked at the others if there are still there, "Well, to day is a festival in honor of Desna." She then proceeded to start playing something like this. Today was a day to celebrate and be cheerful, even if there had been an attack. She would play to celebrate and bring a bit of cheer today, for the people, her friends, and Desna.
Triel pauses at the entrance to the church. The music playing causes her to turn and look back.
Not that anyone could really tell under her helmet, but she's smiling a bit.
Her fingers drumming along to the music, she turns back to the church doors and goes inside.
Artemis: As you pull the knife on him, the goblin and his accomplice both begin to spout out nonsense that really only sums up to the fact they know nothing but this was to be a big raid.
Ithylia stayed near the doors, playing so both that not only those outside in the courtyard but that those inside could hear. She was focused on her music. She did walk back in forth in front of the door, but she did not enter.
Ithylia: Despite what seems like a hard time, people are thankful for your music, and you have actually been appreciated enough to earn CP.
Group: Nothing seems out of the ordinary as you walk into the church aside from people being treated and others being rightfully scared. You do however notice Father Zantus attempting to comfort an elderly woman.
Artemis: Still waiting on your response from goblin babble.
At the sight of Father Zantus, Triel pauses.
Well, he's a bit occupied at the moment. Where's Artemis in all this?
She looks around the church, trying to see if she can find him, or at least some trace of him.
Triel: After searching for him again, you notice Artemis off to the side in a separate room with Sherriff Hemlock.
Oh, there he is. What's he doing with the sheriff, now?
Intrigued, Triel puts a hand to her helmet, ensuring it's properly in place before walking over to see what they're doing.
"Ah, there you are, Artemis. Your family is safe, I trust?" She asks as she approaches. Her armor's shine is dulled in the church's light; the bloodstains on it probably have something to do with it.
Artemis looks at Sheriff Hemlock and then back at the goblins.
"How big was the raid? Why did you raid the town?" Artemis asks the goblins, showing them the knife.
Triel stops outside the room Artemis & the sheriff are and peeks in.
"...my apologies, am I interrupting something?"
It made Ithylia happy to play, she would continue to play till the others needed her. To see the happiness on other's faces was all it took to keep her playing. 'I hope Desna approves.'
Artemis: The goblins begins to laugh horrendously at your question before one of them replies to it. "We good enough to scare longshanks everywhere!!! Stupid longshanks, we be better than you stupid heads..." and then two of them begin to bicker about attempting to get out of the situation they find themselves in.
Sherriff Hemlock looks at Artemis. "Well I suppose that isn't going to be too helpful, considering that it was essentially the same information that I was able to-" he briefly pauses as Triel approaches. "Ah, the rest of your brave group! I suppose the rest of you are okay? If any of you need help, speak with Father Zantus, I'm sure he'll be able to mend your wounds if needed."
Triel nods at Sheriff Hemlock. "Yes, my associates are more or less well. Some took a beating from the goblins, but no one is seriously hurt."
She casts a quick glance in the direction of the two trussed-up goblins. Her eyes narrow behind her helmet.
"Do you need any help with these ones?" She asks, nodding her head in their direction.
Those things just never know when to surrender. Or at the very least stop gloating.
"We need some help or just kill them. I am not sure they know much."
Triel smirks behind her helmet. She nods at Artemis, then walks over to the nearest goblin and kneels in front of it. Her next words are spoken to the goblin in a sharp, icy tone. She glares at the goblin, her eyes practically burning holes in the little bugger.
"Ty, havěť. Oči vpřed. Teď."
Triel: Both goblins look directly at you as they both shut up, the faces blank of expression except for fear.