The walls of the longshanks city tower above you as you creep through the darkness towards them. Things are looking good. You have encountered no longshanks from the foodmake places that stretch out from the city, and there aren't even any pretty candles in the windows that they could use to find you. The plan had been to sneak into the city, either through the smellyplace in the back, or hidden in one of the foodmakers carts, but now you can see that one of the gates is wide open, with only a handful of longshanks wandering around it.
Tarki, always careful to ride ahead of the group, halts his wolf and turns to the others, waving his lance in the rough direction of the gate: "We charge, kill longshanks in onnerble fight!"
Ked scratched his head and looks up to Tarki.
"You stoopid Goblin. Goblins sneak. Goblins stab. Goblins burn. Ugh. I go ahead an' sneak if you too stoopid to know how. Any come with? Nah. You make me stand out. Ked is invisible!"
Ked grins and ducks, and his skin nearly blends in with the surrounding tall grass.
"Ked come back, and I tell yous all how many dumb pinkies there is. Maybe stab some. Probably stab one if sleep. Baby to eat? Will tell you."
Ked starts to scout ahead of the others with plans to come back and tell them what he sees. Even looking straight at him, and knowing where he is, he seems to seem nearly invisible, with barely an outline around.
I hate this job already...
There was just no reasoning with the little greenies. They ran off doing whatever filled their little minds at that moment, and any disagreements escalated into violence with astonishing speed. As he watched Wolf-Guy and Stabby argue, he thought, The bosses probably wanted me to get killed out here, for not the first time.
But, even if goblins couldn't be reasoned with, Burzik was starting to learn they could sometimes be directed, or channeled. "Good idea... Ked," he thought, desperately trying to put a name with the face. "But just observe and report back, don't go murdering half the town. Yet." He tried to give his most sinister tones to that last bit. Yeah, it's a crap assignment, to be "liaisoned" to the goblins, but doing it well and coming out alive is the only way back to my regiment, so let 'em all burn...
"Yes is my job! I fight, you creep around like toad!"
Parg pet the rat perched on his shoulder, frowning at the other goblins. He had spent most of the journey watching his fellows, and had come to the conclusion that they were all doomed to be butchered by longshanks. Unless of course, the smartest goblin ever took charge! It was just a matter of waiting for the big, scary hobgoblin to get killed first. He thought of all the awesome things he would be able to do as team leader, before having his thoughts interrupted by someone being wrong-ish. "Toads no creep, stupid! They sort of waddle around, and sometimes hop!"
"Just like Ked!", Tarki confirms.
I heard that. Stupid Tarki thinks he's a human the way he rides in his stupid armor. Ked should stab him right in his stupid neck and paint his stupid armor red. Maybe later.
Ked gritted his teeth as he snuck rapidly to the town to scout out. He could hear the voices whispering now that he was alone.
"Stab humans now. Stab Tarki when there are no longshanks. Just like you stabbed the other Metaldeaths, Ked. Also, show some consistency in when you use your name or self-referential words, like I or me. You sound like an idiot. You're smarter than that."
What? What he mean? Knife strange. Ked no get 'consistency'. Whatever. Am by town soon. I need to find stupid meat to tell about.
Ked carefully peers around from the shadows as he approaches the town.
"Toads no creep, stupid! They sort of waddle around, and sometimes hop!"
Burzik had let himself forget about Ratboy, until he started going on about toads. A pedantic goblin, now I've seen everything. He still wasn't sure what to make of him, but just looking at Ratboy, Burzik was sure he had something to do with the disgusting elf-magic. Burzik frowned at what the false accusations about elf-magic had done to his advancement within the 23rd, leaving him with this crap posting with a bunch of maniacs. A small tendril of smoke wisps out from his clenched fist as he scowls at no one in particular.
Ked: As you approach the gate, all sneaky-sneaky like, you see nearly two-hands (8) of longshanks just wondering around outside it, as well as the rest of the hand up on the wall. Something is definitely odd though. One of the longshanks already has an axe sticking out of his head, and you didn't even do nothing yet. None of the other longshanks even seem to notice though, so maybe its just a new longshank fashion.
The Rest: As you argue, as goblins do, you hear a sound from inside one of the nearby buildings. It looks like a horse-place, which could be bad. Horses are always better at sniffing out goblins than longshanks.
Too many Ked kill by myself. Especially if one of them took an axe to the head. That mega strong longshank! Tell others? Look for secret route in! Yes!
Ked looks around for cracks in the city walls, easily climbed fortifications, or other alternate paths in around these humans.
After that he will head back to tell the rest of the party about the guards, and any secret routes in he might have found.
"So we done Ked's plan. Got nowhere. Now we do Tarki's plan!" Tarki begins waving his lance toward the open gates once again.
"Dikdik burn horsies. Then they not smell goblins. They just smell ash and fire. then they die, hee-hee!"
"Wait, that's... actually not a bad idea," Burzik surprises himself. But a burning stable could be a hell of a distraction. He starts to the other end of the building from where Dikdik is. "Meet ya in the middle..."
Tarki watches Dikdik and Burzik run off and turns to Parg and Ked: "So... we go kill longshanks?"
Ked shrugs. "Ya. Three goblin kill many faster than one. There eight. Um. One has axe in head. May not take as much to kill."
Ked will stealth up with them.
Burzik stares at Ked for a minute, before shaking his head and dismissing the thought. He must have said hand, and you misheard him. As he walks, he says back to Wolf-Guy, "Wait for the fire to panic the horses, then charge your first target of opportunity."
Tarki stares at the hobgoblin for a moment, while realization slowly creeps onto his face and his hand moves up to pull down the crudely cut metal plate representing a visor. "Yes, exactly my plan!"
Ked: The only other way in that you see is the smellyplace (sewer), a well known and often used get in point in years past.
Horseplace: As you approach the horseplace you hear the sound of something rather large eating rather noisily.
Burzik looks puzzled at the noise coming from the stable. Never heard a horse sound like that when it ate...