"Ah, we're just winging it. My favorite kind of plan!"
Desmond hops in the carriage, resting his feet on the seat opposite of him.
You all enter the carriage, Vraljyiya go in a hidden chamber.
A middle aged well dressed fat goblin approach: Wait, I heard you are going to Tuskkeep?, great, I could use a ride if you don't mind
VEndrick recognize the goblin as Zeedald Pepperclamp, former Ambassador.
"We have plenty of room. Just wait one moment while I chop Desmond's feet off to clear you a spot."
Desmond quickly puts his feet down.
"You're nearly taking up two seats yourself, Sven. Why not have him sit in your lap?"
"Don't be rude Desmond. He's an ambassador."
Ex ambassador- He say while putting his in the carriage -And don't worry I'm smaller than I look like
"My apologies, ex-Ambassador, I meant no offense. I always greet new people with a tasteless joke!"
4 men can enter the chariot, although the one sit next to Sven will enjoy little space.
Anyways, Amra will go too (probably because she already know about the situation), and the driven is a twenty-something guy from the city's guard called Mauro.
10 minutes after departure (Unless you come outs with some good reason to not allow the goblin to go with you)
Mr Pepperclamp:So, Lord Elf, ready to live in the only civilized goblin city of the continent?, I hope you will not find Tuskkeep to be too much inelegant
"Vendrick's a lord? News to me."
"By other's standards I suppose I could be viewed such. Elves dont really lord over each other..."
"Yeah, most wizards I've met wait until they're at least level 15 before they start demanding to be called 'Lord'."
"Level 15? What nonsense are you blathering on about now?"
"Eh? I said nothing, Sven. You should clean out your ears once in a while."
Peeperclamp:You are certainly an...interesting group -
15 minutes later the driver stop the carriage.
Amra:We have a little problem ahead - WHen you look you see a large brown bear dead in the middle of the way blocking the path for the carriage.
"Damn. What could have killed that bear?" Sven gets out of the carraige and looks and sniffs around to see if whatever it was is still nearby.
It smell like the bear corpse is rotting, so it have been dead for at least a weak. There is also a weak sulfur smell in the air.
"Sulfur in the air. Odd."
Sven stays on his guard and moves closer. Assuming nothing attacks him, he will begin dragging the carcass off the road.
"Sulfur? That's worrysome."
"Death by rotten eggs. Poor creature."
Nothing attack sven while walking to the bear. He grab the corpse and drag it a couple of feet when the rotting bear animates and launch a furious bite to Sven's shoulder thrusting his fangs deep in the ranger skin.
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Sven launches his own snarling offensive at the corpse bear.
"Hope you had a nice day off," Desmond says to his sword as he draws it.
He activates his Blue Scarf reach thing, then flanks with Sven and attacks.
DEsmond slash finish with the undead bear.
A horned little red demon appear above a branch of a tree
And then dissapear.
"Must be that undead-recruiting demon we heard about, Sven."
"El'druid, have you got a way to track him? If not, we'll have to worry about him later."
The odor of sulfur goes away when the little demon disappeared.
"Not really. Ill keep it in mind if it shows up again."
"Alrighty. Sven, if you ever catch even a tiny whiff of sulfur, give us a low growl or something. Like, a different growl from your usual one."
"Can do. Now, let's get out of here. The smell of that corpse is becoming unbearable."
The group continues their travel With the reminder that there is some weird demon rising undeads somewhere in the woods.
An hour later
Amra:Goblin patrol ahead
The carriage stops. Four goblin wolf-riders greets you
Greetings travelers, I hope we have your collaboration for a routine inspection -The leader say.
Pepperclamp:Hum, taht's new
"What exactly do you need to inspect?"
While you are talking the wolves start sniffing the carriage.
Nothing specific traveler, Rest assure, we are just ensuring nothing is wrong
Guards doing their job.
Lets continue. A wolf seems to be sniffing something where vraljyiya is hiding, the wolf becomes anxious about it and the riders notice it.
"Ah, I don't know if this is worth mentioning, but we did encounter a demon on the road a little while ago. You've heard about that, right? Raising armies of the undead, that sort of thing. Anyway, he brushed up against the carriage during the fight, then escaped. I'd wager it's his sulfury scent your wolf is picking up."
Yes, we have heard about that problem, well, carry on travelers, enjoy your stay in Tuskkeep
Vendrick looks at Desmond and nods.
Sven has a good eye for companions.
Peperclamp:I don't remember that the red demon brushed agasint that part of the carriage mr Alfonio
"It must have been while you weren't looking, Mr. Pepperclamp."
Mr. Blodsvin you are not as good liar as Mr. Alfonio..., try to come with better explanations or your mission in Tuskkeep will face problems
"I'll make sure to keep my mouth shut there."
"It's true, Mr. Pepperclamp. After we killed his bear, he went into a panic trying to get away from us. He was quite a fast little guy, and we were all distracted by the bear, so I'm not surprised that you didn't notice."
Oh, I see, that explains it
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"So anyway, you said that the patrol was new? I suppose it's only natural for the new king to be a little paranoid."
Sven snorts.
"Yeah. I wonder why." he says sarcastically.
"...Perhaps because the last king was assassinated?" Vendrick says with a slight smile in appreciation of his own great comedic prowess.