Ziphor thinks that, while the entire structure wouldn't collapse, you *would* have to knock several large holes in it to get around, which would ruin a fair amount of the fortress.
On the other head, if you're going to be using this for yourselves, it will need the remodeling anyway.
"What's in the fortress that we'd find useful?"
"Oh screw it...it's time for interior design!" Ziphora yells out.
CHARRRRGGEEEE!
Upon hearing about charging, and finishing with eating wizards, Grash started paying attention again.
"Huh? What be we charging? Oh, smashing up tae fortress? Yeah, it's not like we could fit, so we might as well. Maybe with some accompaniment..."
Grash grabs his drums to start up a rousing smashing tune.
Wait, hang on, why are we smashing it? Are we trying to find a second bed so that you all can sleep in one as well? Tomorbataar glances quickly around at the others, just checking in before they attack.
"Yeah, no, I'm with Tomorbataar. More likely, he's with me. Let's find out what's in it, first."
"Hmmmm..." the goblin thinks for a bit. [b]"There's some gems and gold and other valuables... I think he had a hidden workshop, but of course we never saw it, so I don't know what's in it. He had some potions, too, and a good map."[/b
Mo, meanwhile, has cleared most of the rubble out of the entrance, so you could probably at least squeeze into the entrance hall.
"All right. You go in first, and take everything out. Pacem will be keeping an eye on you. If ANYTHING happens to him, you be sure that we'll know, and we'll bring the place down." Ziphora says firmly. "We'll wait in the entrance hall."
Then she calls up her little birdie spy to keep an eye on the gobbie.
"Mo - if you can, clear whatever you can so we can move further in." She commands.
Pacem keeps a little birdie eye on the goblin in question.
Sounds like a plan, I support those decisions.
Tomorbataar votes to let Mo work and enter if it's convenient.
Grash continues to vote for smashing, but is willing to settle for just removing the roofs so that the body can get in.
Pacem follows the goblin-creature in. After a few moments, Mo finishes clearing the entranceway enough for you to enter, if you can agree on doing so.
Ziphora yells enthusiastically, "All right, entrance is clear! Lets MOOOOOVE in!"
Vote for body to move in.
Vote for the body to move into the entrance.
Keep an eye out for gold and other valuables.
Tomorbataar votes to move into the entrance.
"Aye, mayhap there be some treasure worth singin' about in there."
Grash votes to move into the entrance, with a side order of roof smashing.
The entrance hall looks somewhat worse for the wear, though there are some fancy tapestries on the walls. Nothing else looks particularly interesting in it.
Ziphora gawks at the tapestries. Are they colourful? What do they depict?
Tomorbataar leans close in to the tapestries, trying to take a nibble. Odd, I always thought pastries needed to be cooked in an oven. Maybe they're just hung out to stretch, like bread gets put out to rise?
He gets some dust in his mouth and on his nose, which wrinkles in disgust. Tomorbataar inhales a deep breath and then blows on the tapestry, which causes the dust to poof out and go everywhere, including in his eyes. Ow...ow...ow... he opens his eyes slowly with great effort before shutting them again.
Ouch.
The tapestries are colorful and well-made, but they all seem to be landscapes with the wizard you killed floating above, looking haughty.
Grash snorts at the tapestries. "A bit excessively self-centered, if ye ask me. If you need tae have yerself in every tapestry in yer fort, then ye must nae have very much self-confidence."
"What would you like in our lair, Gnash?"
"It's Grash. Or Warhead if I'm in a fightin' mood. Anyway, I think this place would look better with some more skylights, a few nice big drums, maybe some wall carvings, and some nice big bones and trophies from big monsters we've slain in mortal combat."
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea... The problem is I don't think we have any bones from the monsters we've slain. I think Hungry crunched them all to get the bone marrow.." Ziphora answers. "He was always the greedy guts. Believed nothing should go to waste."
I think that a bare room reflects a strong soul, Tomorbataar says cryptically, adjusting the large bed resting on their body which is now thoroughly singed.
Entycer's head drifts lazily by Tomorbataar's, "My dear, you're just being lazy and uncreative. We need minions, errr... friends to fill these halls with song and dance".
Beachhead hides!
"A new head?" Ziphora cocks her head and looks at the newcomer, surprised. "Where'd YOU come from, newhead?"Ziphora asks, her eyes afire with curiosity.
"New? What do you mean by new? I've been here the entire time! Haven't I? You... you know me. I am Entycer".
"Entycer, eh? Doesn't sound like a very brave name; got a good nickname a' least?. Can understand tae feelin' though; these other heads still don't seem tae believe I'm older than them. Still have a lot tae learn about hydra ways, too!"
"Brave name? No. No I suppose it is not.
Oh yes, there is much to know about Hydra life! For instance... and uh... right. Yes so much to know. So, are we eating that Wizard or what? I am staring to get a bit hungry..."
"Look, Entycer, you spooked Beachhead off. He's skittish. God knows which bush we'll find him hiding under."Ziphora grumbles.
Ziphora is slightly uncomfortable at the idea of eating the wizard. "Grash was eating the wizard.But there are better things to eat then wizards."
"Find me some veges and I'll make a salad for you." Ziphora suggests.
Ignoring the comment about Beachhead for the moment as she is horrified at the next suggestion Entycer retorts, "Vegetables? How can we keep up our figure with food fit for prey?"
”Well, elephants eat vegetables and they are big and strong. If it works for them, it should work for us. Besides have you ever thought on how it feels like to be eaten up?” Ziphora appeals to Entycer.
"Eaten no. Nibbled on.. oh yessss".
Beachhead sneak attacks the elf wizard, taking large bite out of his torso.
Grash snorted. "If we ever were to meet a creature mighty enough to defeat us, I'd be downright insulted if it didn't eat us afterward. That be the right way of things."
Grash has also already eaten most of the wizard.
Except a large part of the torso.
"I'm not sure..." Ziphora answers Grash dubiously, "I don't think I like being eaten..."
"Do onto others what you want done onto you." Ziphora says sagely.
"See? There isn't much Wizard left. You must as well start looking for vegetables." She grins at Entycer.
"Oh my, save me a wing!".
She reaches down and takes a small bite, a hand or a foot will have to due with most of the good parts already eaten.
Tomorbataar eyes Entycer warily while the newhead conversation begins, not saying anything at first. We've got minions, minions don't need furniture...hmmm... Tomorbataar brews quietly, keeping an eye on the others.
Wing? Tomorbataar looks up, slightly surprised to have said anything. After a moment, what do you know about this wizard's wings? he asks suspiciously. He certainly could fly, but no wings...this way we can see for sure how long she's been here.
Entycer turns back to Tom, "Don't these morsels have wings? Maybe I was just hoping for wings, that's my favorite part to eat". She sighs as the pickings are slim on this little morsel having come too late to the meal.
Noticing Entycer's disappointment, Beachhead speak around a mouthful of torso. "Don't worry, newhead. It all goes to the same stomach."
"If ye be dead set on wings, there be a dead drake around here that had a big pair. Wizard dinnae have any, though."
Grash also quietly grumbles to himself about all these heads who were cut off or absent for half the fight eating bits of wizard. You're supposed to eat what you kill, not what someone else kills! But that's a fairly minor distinction, and not always practical, so he'll let it slide....
There is, indeed, quite a bit of other meat around, between the wolf-things and the couple of drakes you killed.
Mo looks confused by the fact that there's another new head, but takes it in stride.
As far as Ziphora can tell, Pacem is still following the goblin-thing around.
Entycer remains quiet as she know the rest of the heads will be unlikely to move towards the Drake body at the moment considering how interested they are in remodeling mode at the moment.
The wizard certainly didn't have wings, it's true...but why would you think that he did? Tomorbataar's suspicion seems to be growing.
Entycer turns to Tom, "How do I know what creatures have what parts? Wings are just my favorite, I wish everything we ate had wings!" Her eyes glaze over dreamily as she imagines piles and piles of wings for her next meal.
She shakes her head, "So, are we done re-decorating or not?"
"Ok, IDEA: Why don't we have Mr. Loyal-Unless-We-Die over here redecorate to accommodate us and our body as best he can. Let's go back to the humans so that we can bask in their praise for saving their camp and their lives, get rewarded, maybe go on another one of our important quests, and then come back here and see our new digs when we can actually fit inside them."
"Ohhhh I like that idea, the humans can serve us chickens, they have wings right?"