Goblin approved. Gufi takes one last taste, then sticks the bottle in his gear.
You oughta try it! Does a body good!
Quuroog frowns. "Kressel bad. Happs bad. Staglord probably worse. Take wagon, they follow to tribes. Not good."
Gufi uses his bonded object to cast Message, including his allies, Quuroog and Y in his whispered thoughts.
Take wagon to Kressel or Happs? What you thinking, Quuroog? We sneaky in?
"Y is right, we speak to Clan Leaders, they must know what happened! Plus contracts have to be preserved, very important, yes very important!"
Quuroog recoils, "No, no, not want to do anything with wagon! Take wine, break wagon, pour wine on bandits, Quuroog not care. Take our stuff, go home, don't lead bad men to tribes."
She slowly looks at the bandit. "This one hear too much. He can't stay here now."
Y spits on the ground, snarling at Quuroog, "Fine! Mite tribe can buy wine from Ratfolk tribe and Goblin tribe and Y tribe. Y drive wagon back. Do what want with that one."
Y marches off towards the wagon, casting a look back at Gufi; he knows not if the spell still works, but whispers nonetheless. "You want ride? Help Y steer." Mounting up, Y whistles to Soggy; whether he will follow or not, Y is never sure.
Quuroog follows the kobold. "Blind bear can follow wagon track in tall grass. Yraalik take wagon home, bad men follow. Not good! Better to hide wine and break wagon! Clever Yraalik knows how to break wagon, yes?"
"If must take wagon, take long way around, not straight to tribes. Find road, like walking in river, harder to follow."
"I don;t want that wagon who wants that wagon!?" Colvin retorts his tail twitching nervously.
"Agreed, this bandit is a bandit who will speak and speak and speak! He cannot be allowed to speak!"
Colvin begins a prayer to Ferrakus to return this man to the Earth from whence he came, slowly does he raise his pick over his head, at the crescendo of the prayer he will complete the deed and silence the bandit who silenced their friends...
The mite moves over to stand in front of the man, hands on her hips. "Why you not tell now? Your Kressel and Happs at trading post?"
Sounding very doubtful, she asks, "How many other men with Kressel and Happs?"
Gufi listens carefully, nodding when Quuroog speaks.
They have to go away. This is our land, now. We got the papers. Let's go tell them to leave.
"Tell them to leave!? I don't think they will listen to papers! They probably tried to steal the papers so they could keep the land for themselves! If we chase the we can't do it with this one, he'll betray us, never trust the long legs! All the good long legs they just killed!" Colvin exclaims animated ad agitated by the suggestion.
"Better if we send summoned creatures at them in ambush, weaken their numbers!!!"
Good idea, Colvin. We go a little bit and another little bit. They got no numbers, they can't compete.
What do we do with this longshank? Kill him? Let him go?
"Take him to sheriff. But not when other longshanks are there. Go around?"
She looks west into the deeper woods, then east toward the plains. "Can't lead them to the younglings. That important."
"We can trust the Sheriff? We don't know that, we have to kill him like he kill our friends, justice!" Colvin raises his pick yet again...
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"These our lands now. Sheriff work for us!" The sight of the tiny (ugly) blue female puffing out her chest with pride is more than a little humorous, for those inclined to be amused at this moment in history...
Colvin drives his pick into the human, "One less foe!"
"Now, we go to set up new ambush, a better ambush I hope!!!" his nose twitches at the close call of this encounter.
Gufi shrugs.
Well, that takes care of that. Let's go git some more longshanks!
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Quuroog sighs. "Fine. You want wagon? Keep wagon on road until away from camp, hide wagon in trees. Hide wagon tracks, go get tribes, empty wagon."
"Should let horses go. That make longshanks unhappy, too."
Colvin nods at Quuroog, "That's a good plan, we can;t ride the horses and we have our own rides anyhow!"
She starts moving among the horses, trying to coax them to lower their heads so she can remove their halters and bits. "Oh better idea! Lead one, follow me!"
She leads a horse out of the camp and into the woods. When the camp is out of sight, she works on removing the tack and piling it to the side. "All of the leather, together." She lets her horse go, then goes back to get another.
Once all of the unwanted gear is in one pile, she works to burn it. If the horses don't leave the area on their own, she will cast cause fear on the one that seems to lead the others.
Gufi isn't good at trapmaking, but he figures he can find someplace to toss the caltrops in an ambush.
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Sighs, "Kobolds are good with traps. What do you think, Yraalik?"
"I can summon beasts to assist with the digging to make it easier on us all".
"Really? How do you tell them what to do?"
"So you and critters dig pits - around by latrine, and in path where we lead them. We work up tree to fall in camp when we want, maybe hit tent. Still think we hit some while they are alone."
Colvin looks at Y, "My Lord IS the earth, he would aid us in this endeavor.
Yes Quuroog, I like that plan very much like that plan! I think the trees we should stay in until many have fallen the high ground is best!!!"
Colvin summons dogs to begin digging the pits...
Gufi hides and waits.
Taking 20 on stealth (36). Hiding just off the trail, ready to cast.
Quuroog waits in the canopy, having prepared a nest to hide in while they waited.
(Surprise round) Gufi will attempt to get close and hit as many as will fit in a 15' cone with Color Spray. Will save DC 15.
It is unlikely that he can stay hidden with that crappy roll. He will instead use the first round to move past the tree trap to lure them into it, weapon ready.
He'll still get sneak attack, since they haven't gone yet. He casts Ray of Frost at the nearest rider to him.
Hmm. I'll take it. Not bad for a 0 level spell!