DM Voomer's Age of Ashes

Game Master Voomer

"Yeah? I had a family, too. Guess how they died? The Goblinblood Wars. Little bastards carved them up. Would've done the same to me but Ma hid me well enough they missed me. So what the hells do I care about a little payback?"

He took a deep breath to calm himself. "They know another way into the basement. That cave-in blocked the main way down. They live down there, I know they have another way down, but they won't tell me, vindictive little... Joran, there's an Elf Gate down there."

Caiten presses up against the wall when the door opens in order to stay out of sight. When Joran closes the door, he steps up and listens as best as possible.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 Doubtful.

"They are speaking too softly for me to hear through the door. Joran isn't known for being quiet though. I expect that we will hear him if something adverse happens."

"Yeah? I had a family, too. Guess how they died? The Goblinblood Wars. Little bastards carved them up. Would've done the same to me but Ma hid me well enough they missed me. So what the hells do I care about a little payback?"

Raising an eyebrow at the halfling, "Are these the goblins that killed your family? I seriously doubt that. If they were, they would've attacked Breachill by now. Look, I'm sorry about what happen to your family, Calmont, I truly am; but this is not the way to go about things. You want to get the goblins that actually murdered your family? Fine! Go for it. I'd probably want a little payback too. But killing every goblin you run into isn't going to help you, buddy. Even if you were to kill everyone of the Bumblebrashers, you know as well as I that the real killers are still out there. Those are the ones you want, not these guys."

He took a deep breath to calm himself. "They know another way into the basement. That cave-in blocked the main way down. They live down there, I know they have another way down, but they won't tell me, vindictive little... Joran, there's an Elf Gate down there."

"And as far as this... Elf Gate did you say? Well, whatever, as far as that goes, I don't even know what the heck that even is, pal. Why do you need this Elf Gate or whatever? What... does it take you to an elven land or something?" he asks, truly more confused than ever.

"Dario, are you able to hear how the conversation is going? I don't want to interrupt if Joran is getting good information, but I also don't want to be late if he or the hostage need help."

"Speaking of which. Sulee, can you go find Cevendyll or maybe Lisi. Even Yasami with her sewing kit. Someone who can keep people from dying. We may need one of them on hand shortly. Either for the Goblin or for Calmont."

Dario remains quiet, nodding towards Caiten as he carefully presses his ear against the door. His eyes close as he listens in, all while carefully pulling out his pistol and quietly pulling the hammer back.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

I am assuming that Dario has been listening in to this whole conversation between the two of them.

"It's a good thing that you were here to distract Calmont with your words. I had planned on forcing Calmont down here with threats of my own, although I do not have your silver tongue, so I do not think that I would have met with the same success that you had."

"They called them the Goblinblood Wars, Joran. It's in their blood. The only difference with these ones are they're too cowardly or they'd be raiding Breachill, don't doubt it.

Another little squeak from Helba suggested his headlock had tightened.

"And leave it to you to not know what an Elf Gate is. They're portals. Get you from one place to another in a flash. And I found out there's one under this place called Alseta's Ring. Ring. That means there's multiple ones, it's like a hub or something. Do you know how much rich people will pay for access to something like that? Look, I'm gonna need some muscle to keep other interested parties at bay, so you an' me, we 're about to be swimming in gold. Heck, I'll even cut your friends in for a small percentage if you can get them in line. But first, we need these goblins to tell us how to get in!"

So Cev faceplants climbing a rope?
Can use a HeroPoint here?

Retry:

Yay @ Cevendyl!!!

Caiten looks over the wall and sees Cevendyll make it up the rope to the stairs.

"Anything, Dario? When Cevendyll gets here, I recommend going in. He should be able to keep anyone from dying unexpectedly."

Sulee runs up to Yasami. "Yasami. Yasami, you still have your first aid kit, yes? And have you seen Cev or Lisi up here yet?"

Sulee is too short to see over the wall and can't tell who it is coming up the stairs just from tremorsense.

"Seems the little bastard has a grudge against the goblins. They're talking about some kind of...elf gate? Never heard anything about it before but I guess it is some big deal. He's trying to cut Joran in on it if he'll get rid of us." Seeing the cleric make his way up, he would give a nod to the two of them. "I'll be honest, I have no idea what the hell the two of you are capable of doing. My plan is to shot the bastard either in the head or the hand, whichever is more convenient. If you got a trick to help me do that or make it unnecessary, do it before I shoot." Dario waited for the sign to push in whenever the other two were ready.

I am ready to kick the door down, hopefully win initiative, and flank the man fast enough that he either is vulnerable to me or to someone else. Calculating the distance, I think I can basically end up right next to him thanks to Into The Fray and then a Step.

"That is at least as good as anything I have available currently. Cevendyll may have something better available though. He was mentioning the spell Command this morning. That has the possibility to force Calmont to release either the weapon or the Goblin. Maybe even both. Negotiations will go much better for us at that point."

"But if that fails, my best option is to mentally stun Calmont into unconsciousness. But that takes quite a bit of time."

"That is at least as good as anything I have available currently. Cevendyll may have something better available though. He was mentioning the spell Command this morning. That has the possibility to force Calmont to release either the weapon or the Goblin. Maybe even both. Negotiations will go much better for us at that point."

"But if that fails, my best option is to mentally stun Calmont into unconsciousness. But that takes quite a bit of time."

Cevendyl comes up onto the battlements to speak with K10 ...

"In just a bit, I will use the spell to command him to come outside without his weapon ..."

"You are the best equipped for this, so we will back you up. Whenever you are ready then."

"Yeah, it is really time to bust a Joran on this ..."

Cevendyl opens his holy symbol


Cev begins to speak, in Common
"Calmont! My name is Cevendyl, I'm a priest. We need to talk ... "
"We need to talk ... before I choose your punishment. I know you aren't a very good person, but I am not sure you need to die for your crimes."

"You see, I'm not just a priest. How could it be your luck that you were found by an elven priest? How could it be your luck that you were found by an elven priest of the very goddess who blessed the elves and taught them to create elf gates? I'm not sure how you could be that lucky, but it could keep you alive."

Yasamina stops looking at the collapsed wall only when Sulee tugs on her skirt. "Wha-? Oh, Sulee! Didn't see you there, sorry. Tunnel vision, I suppose."

Yes, it's all here. Why? Someone got hurt? Where?"

She knees down and picks up the poppet to place her on the wall. She points to Lisitsei taking care of the worg pups, and Cevendyll... Yasamina looks around, then points towards Caiten and Dario.

"Cevendyll is there. You want to stay here? Safe and with a view, okay? If not, hop on, and we can start with those dance lessons I promised, yeah?"

Yasamina offers her shoulder before moving towards the tower again. On the way, she tries to taunt whoever is up there into losing focus.

Fascinate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"Hey guys! It's getting awfully quiet up there. Did you kill each other yet?"

She stops to shout befor emoving forward.

"See, Calmont.. This is where you made the next mistake when it comes to threatening someone. It seems you have gone straight for the act of killing Joran, before threatning to kill Joran. Nobdy likes an overachiever, man. Especially not in this situation. You've gone from baby steps to a triple jump. You need to improve GRADUALLY!"

And sme immediately dashes for the tower, in case someone needs... cutting an artery or something.

"You want to stay here? Safe and with a view, okay? If not, hop on, and we can start with those dance lessons I promised, yeah?"

Yasamina offers her shoulder before moving towards the tower again.

"Sure. Since you are headed that way, I'll catch a ride for a bit."

Sulee hops onto Yasamina's offered shoulder for the trip back to the group at the door of the tower. Then climbs down when they arrive. "Here's my stop. I'll have to wait a bit longer for those lessons."

"They called them the Goblinblood Wars, Joran. It's in their blood. The only difference with these ones are they're too cowardly or they'd be raiding Breachill, don't doubt it.

Another little squeak from Helba suggested his headlock had tightened.

"And leave it to you to not know what an Elf Gate is. They're portals. Get you from one place to another in a flash. And I found out there's one under this place called Alseta's Ring. Ring. That means there's multiple ones, it's like a hub or something. Do you know how much rich people will pay for access to something like that? Look, I'm gonna need some muscle to keep other interested parties at bay, so you an' me, we 're about to be swimming in gold. Heck, I'll even cut your friends in for a small percentage if you can get them in line. But first, we need these goblins to tell us how to get in!"

Shaking his head in frustration, Joran's eyes go wide and his jaw clenches at the sound from Helba. Glaring at the halfling, Joran's attention is then drawn toward the door to where he angles his head to listen to the others. "HOLD ON! PLEASE HOLD ON A MINUTE, ALL OF YOU! IF YOU BUST IN HERE NOW, HELBA'S LIKELY TO PAY DEARLY! JUST GIVE ME ANOTHER MINUTE, PLEASE?! AND THAT WAS A GOOD ONE, YASAMINA! AND NO, WE HAVEN'T KILLED EACH OTHER YET TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION!"

Turning back to the halfling, "Look, Calmont, this is not going to end well for you. What good is this Elf Gate if you're too dead to use it? And I'm gonna be honest with you, I cannot keep them out much longer. It's just not happening. They are GOING to come in here in a blaze of glory and the only thing that's going to burn is you. Me and my friends are not interested in offer. I think I can speak for them on this one. If not then somebody's about to get kicked off my team, you know what I'm saying?" he jokes, just managing a wry grin before it instantly vanishes as he remembers who he's talking too. "Okay, forget all that. Here's what I need to know: what can I do to get you to release Helba? For the record, if you release Helba, that'll give you a much better chance to live, buddy."

"If you believe you can handle things in there, very well. You now have 52 seconds remaining."

Upon hearing the android, Joran finds himself dragging a hand down his face and shaking his head as he lets out a sigh. "Apparently I've only got fifty-two seconds left," he says, shrugging.

Joran, roll me up a diplomacy check to Request Calmont do as you ask.

"Gods, you people are something. All this fuss over this?" He gives Helba a shake. "Do you jump to the defense of trolls, to? Maybe sit down for tea with an ogre? Gods. I'm offering you more money than you can dream of, you idiot. But fine, let's look at this your way. Elf portals. To who knows where. A mile from Breachill. Security risk, much? Wouldn't it be better to secure it?"

Lisi walks up to the rubble, peering up at the tense conversation. He beckons the wargs.

"Rocco. Shadow. You know how you said you were good? Here's another chance to do good. Do you see that short humanoid up there? That is a halfling. His name is Calmont. Now--"

He brings out the rubbery goblin mask.

"--someone was wearing this mask, someone who may have been responsible for burning down a building where my friends were. Lots of humanoid-pups could have died. Can you do me a favor? Sniff the inside of the mask. See if you get the scent of the one who wore it."

He looks up at Calmont again.

"Then we'll compare it with the halfling, once they bring him down here. I'm also curious to know if it smells like smoke on the inside and outside of the mask. I know this rubble will be too hard for you to climb down, so if we have to go up, we will carry you up. But for now, wait with me."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

That's two nat 20's on "make wargs nice nice. But does the roll have to be daily, or can this count? :)

"Last chance, buddy. I'm going to advise you one last time to release Helba and make this easier on yourself."

Intimidate(Coerce): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 BOOM!!!

"20 seconds."

Sulee sighs and looks at Dario and Yasami. "At least Joran didn't ask for 'just a second'."

Calmont's eyes darted around frantically. Everything was ruined. All of it! All because of the damn Call for Heroes. Shoulda set a bigger fire.

With Joran's words promising he'd regret not surrendering, some priest threatening his god's punishment, and that weird guy audibly counting down the time...

Calmont shoved Helba forward towards Joran and dropped his dagger, seething. "You just threw away a fortune."

The sound of the dagger hit the ground and the door would be kicked open, the gunslinger stepping in with his pistol and dagger drawn. The man would stalk in, look at the dagger on the ground, the safe goblin, and no blood at all. It seemed like a very good solution overall.

"Well done Joran. Done without even a drop of blood spilled. Excellent work." Dario said with a smile, clapping the man on the shoulder. He then took a quick step and would deliver the strongest right hook to the bridge of the halfling's nose that he could do.

"THAT...is for setting the building on fire with me in it. A*~$+@!." Dario muttered, shaking his hand a little. The halfling's nose was a little sturdier than he imagined. "You alright, little goblin buddy? Warble sent us."

Joran catches the goblin and places her behind him. Turning and looking down at her,

Joran moves up - all the while keeping an eye on Calmont - and takes the dagger from the floor and places it within the side of his boot. Shaking his head at the halfling, "You know, I'd say you did the smart thing but I don't really think that's what you want to hear."

Raising his voice, "WE ARE ALL CLEAR IN HERE! HELBA'S SAFE, WE'RE ALL SAFE! DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT COME IN HERE WITH YOUR GUNS BLAZING, DARIO! AND THE REST OF YOU EITHER!"

Caiten watches, rather surprised, as Dario burst through the door. "Dario?! You are 6.284 seconds early."

"Though it appears that is because the situation has been mostly resolved."

"You broke my rutting nose!" Calmont exclaimed, the words muffled behind his cupped hands as the blood flowed freely. "Smart thing, he says." he added, muttering.

Helba nodded at her rescuers. "Helba is thanking!" Her voice was higher pitched than Warbal's, her fluency with common roughly similar.

"He's lucky I don't put a bullet in his foot or something. Betrayal like that back in the Hold is a death sentence." Dario mutters to Joran before leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He'd let the others filter in and find out what is going on overall; the gunslinger would just keep an eye out.

"Indeed. You mentioned something in the analysis of the conversation about a grudge against Goblins in general. While that may explain, but not justify, his actions here, it was not Goblins who had their lives in danger in the fire at the Town Hall."

"I see you have already begun the process of rendering him unconscious for transport. I have the Daze spell available as well. It won't hurt any less, but there is no risk of killing him with that. It will likely take several castings of it to accomplish the job though."

"Dario! When I say 'No guns blazing' that means no punches either!" He grabs him by the arm in what appears to be sturdily and starts walking him off to the side. "Now, no more of that, you hear?! Nice shot, buddy. Man I so wanted to do that. Well?! Do you?! Could you tell if you broke his nose? I sure hope so," he shoots him a wink. "Good! I'm glad we got that all straightened out," he says as he lets go of the gunslinger's arm. "And Helba is fine. She's a real trooper," he compliments, grinning.

Caiten watches, rather surprised, as Dario burst through the door. "Dario?! You are 6.284 seconds early."

Joran looks over at the android blankly for a moment. "6.2 what? what? seconds early? You know what, don't answer that. I might live to regret it. Caiten, buddy, you really need to find something else to occupy your mind. Something that doesn't include numbers. Hey! There's an idea. FIND something that has nothing to do with numbers. You gotta love a challenge, right?" He gives him a light pat on the shoulder and quickly walks away, making his over to the halfling.

"Sorry about Dario but you gotta admit, you kinda had it coming. You did try to burn us all up. And you're going to come with us back to town. You've got to make restitution. Again, at least it's better than being dead last I checked."

"Indeed. You mentioned something in the analysis of the conversation about a grudge against Goblins in general. While that may explain, but not justify, his actions here, it was not Goblins who had their lives in danger in the fire at the Town Hall."

"I see you have already begun the process of rendering him unconscious for transport. I have the Daze spell available as well. It won't hurt any less, but there is no risk of killing him with that. It will likely take several castings of it to accomplish the job though."

Shaking his head again at the android, "No, Caiten, we have not 'begun the process of rendering him unconscious for transport'. That's not what we're doing here, okay? We're simply going to take him back as a group without beating him to a pulp and without any of your multiple magicks or whatever. I think between the thirty-two of us we can manage that, don't you? And before you correct me, when I say 'thirty-two' I'm simply being sarcastic. Thought you ought to know just in case you don't," he states matter of factly.

Yasamina walks to the halfling man. She bends down to be on the same eye level. "Hi. I am the one who has currently taken up the role of your lecturer. Consider this your final exam in the subject of intimidation. It's a simple test - one yes or no question."

She pauses, and then continues with a clam tone. "Were you, or were you not involved in the Breachill Town Hall fire yesterday?"

As Caiten discusses the finer points of slowly and painfully rendering Calmont unconscious, the halfling's eyes go wide. " Hey hey! I surrendered, you people tout yourselves as heroes, and you're going to 'use several castings' to painfully render me unconscious?"

Before he can complain further, Yasami gets right up in his face. He pauses a moment before answering her question, going a bit pale. "I was trying to keep you people from coming here before I got to the ring,". He gulped. "I'd just found out about it when suddenly these stupid goblins are lighting stupid signals and the one in town is putting in a petition to send people here. I figured you'd ruin everything and oh look, you did."

Said goblins had approached to tower near you all and were speaking with Helba in relieved tones, glad their apparent leader wasn't dead, but still clearly agitated about something.

As a follow up to Calmont's response, without a warning, Yasamina slaps him across the face with an open palm. "That was for setting a building with seventy people inside on fire."

When the halfling reaches to cover his left cheek, she slaps him again, but this time with her left hand. "And -THAT- was for setting a building with -ME- inside on fire."

She stands up straight, still looking at the halfling. "I enjoy life way too much to be burned so young. And burned alive, on top of everything."

Pulling up her medical supplies, Yasamina moves in Joran's direction. "Alright, big guy. Now that everyone has calmed down...", she turns her head towards Calmont for a very short moment, ".. let's take a look at that leg of yours before you get an infection."

She picks up a piece of wood, and gives it to the barbarian before kneeling down to check his thigh. "Bite down on this for me, would you?"

She pulls out a small vial with clear liquid, and uncorks it, holding it close to the wound. She looks at Joran, making sure he put the piece of wood between his teeth, and then at the door. She puts up a surprised face. "Hi, Trinil! What are you doing here?"

When Joran turns to the door to check, she pours the vial of alcohol into the wound, and runs like hell, screaming "It's good for you, I swear!"

"Well, someone summoned those fire imps. That 'someone' was likely a spellcaster. I am currently assuming that the 'someone' in question is this Calmont here. And spellcasters are very difficult to keep confined or subdued. Removing their weapons is completely ineffective. Binding them securely is better since most spells require retrieving items or physically making gestures. But not all spells do."

"If Calmont is not a spellcaster, then that raises the question: Who are you working with?"

Oren observes the interrogation and makes a mental to not make Yasami angry. Or to ever fall for a trick where she tries to distract him.

He moves over to the Halfling, disgust clear on his face. You,you, you. Perhaps if you had thought of anything besides yourself and your own gain, you would not be in this situation. He contemplates decking Calmont, but Joran had already promised that they wouldn't knock him out.

Forgot to address Lisi and the pups last night

Shadow and Rocco liked this tall prey. He gave them food, he let them explore places they weren't allowed before, and he didn't bat them in the face for having fun. Now he was playing a game! They really sniffed at the mask, and Rocco sneezed. "Smells bad.". Shadow tipped her head to the side. "What smoke?"

Back in the tower

Calmont looked at the weird guy and really hoped he wasn't about to be the subject of the daze spells he be was going on about a moment ago. His plan was already ruined, and he wasn't keen on more pain -- a slap to a face with a broken nose hurt like a b#%~%. Then the other big one walked up and he flinched and spilled the beans.

"I didn't cast nothing, I found some parchment in Voz's shop that could summon them when I read off it, all right? Thought it might come in handy when I came here so I swiped it, ended up using it to try and keep you people away."

Scrolls can only be cast by someone with the spell on their list, but this is a special npc plot device parchment, totally different thing. Because the AP calls it a parchment, and not a scroll, you see. *sage nod*

"I have heard of people who are able to use magical items without actually being skilled in casting spells. Very well, bound securely will be sufficient for the short trip back to Breachill."

Overhearing the goblins, Joran walks over to them.

As a follow up to Calmont's response, without a warning, Yasamina slaps him across the face with an open palm. "That was for setting a building with seventy people inside on fire."

When the halfling reaches to cover his left cheek, she slaps him again, but this time with her left hand. "And -THAT- was for setting a building with -ME- inside on fire."

She stands up straight, still looking at the halfling. "I enjoy life way too much to be burned so young. And burned alive, on top of everything."

Joran covers his mouth a moment to hide a grin. He then shrugs at the halfling and says, "Yeah there's nothing I can do about her. Sorry."

Pulling up her medical supplies, Yasamina moves in Joran's direction. "Alright, big guy. Now that everyone has calmed down...", she turns her head towards Calmont for a very short moment, ".. let's take a look at that leg of yours before you get an infection."

She picks up a piece of wood, and gives it to the barbarian before kneeling down to check his thigh. "Bite down on this for me, would you?"

Raising an eyebrow, "Alright I guess," he says, reluctantly taking the piece of wood and then proceeding to bite down on it as instructed.

She pulls out a small vial with clear liquid, and uncorks it, holding it close to the wound. She looks at Joran, making sure he put the piece of wood between his teeth, and then at the door. She puts up a surprised face. "Hi, Trinil! What are you doing here?"

Quickly looking around, "Rinel?! Ware?!" he asks to the best of his ability.

When Joran turns to the door to check, she pours the vial of alcohol into the wound, and runs like hell, screaming "It's good for you, I swear!"

Roaring in pain through the wood, Joran quickly removes it from his mouth and tosses it before shooting a glare through labored breathing at the fleeing Yasamina. Not a moment later, though, the barbarian can't help but break into a soft grin while shaking his head. He looks back over at the surly halfling and says, "You see what I mean?! Loose cannon that one," he states with absolute confidence and still unable to contain a slight grin.

"I have heard of people who are able to use magical items without actually being skilled in casting spells. Very well, bound securely will be sufficient for the short trip back to Breachill."

Moving over to the android with the slightest motion of a limp, he places a hand on his shoulder and says, "Well I'm glad we don't have to beat him to death just to take him back to town," he says facetiously, giving a wink. "I got some rope, let's tie his hands and start back."

Joran then looks over at the goblins,

We ready to head back to town with our prisoner?

Helba steps forward, wringing her hands. She speaks in common to answer Joran's initial question, but addresses all those gathered round. She clears her throat a few times. "Excuse Helba," she behind in a voice like a hoarse bird. "You are being friends? You must, since you are saving Helba from ugly one. So much squeezing and threatening! Ack!". She shakes a fist at Calmont.

"Helba is Bumblebrasher chieftain. We is being trapped up here for long time...days, weeks maybe, counting hard. First awful frog and monkey people is suddenly chasing us out of our cozy basements, then dragon dogs is trying to eats," she pointed at the dead lizards below, "then ugly one is showing up yelling about elves. No elves here, only Bumblebrashers! Helba is wanting just to protect her people but everything -- everything is wanting us dead!"

At the suggestion of going to Breachill, Helba cringes slightly. "Warbal is brave goblin. Bumblebrashers is being scared of longshanks. What if town is wanting goblins dead?"

"Helba, I apologize, longshanks can be very rude sometimes. No one has asked how you are, no one has asked if you are okay, no one has checked on the tribe with you. You are much more important than the criminal, and I am sorry no one has treated you like a chief. Please, tell me, are you hurt or injured?"

Cevendyl looks over at the huddle of other goblins

"I asked. I just don't think she understood." Dario mutters from the wall, watching his fellow heroes scurry like ants. They were a chaotic whirlwind of good intentions, heroic aspirations, skilled violence, and kind gestures. The goblins seemed to be safe at the moment, giving them all the chance to rest and let the rush of combat and danger finally die down some.

"Frog and monkey people? We haven't seen anything like that so far." Dario said. Rats, bats, goblin dogs, and giant lizards were the threats they had dealt with mostly. "Oh...hey...your goblin dogs attacked us when we were investigating here. I think one ran away but the rest were put down. I'll help cover reparations if they were yours."

Joran pointing at Dario, "That's true! I heard him. Dario did ask how she was doing. And she understood, she was just too busy having to gather herself together from the whole ordeal. Totally understandable."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about the hat. Who has the hat again?" Joran asks, looking at the others.

Helba steps forward, wringing her hands. She speaks in common to answer Joran's initial question, but addresses all those gathered round. She clears her throat a few times. "Excuse Helba," she behind in a voice like a hoarse bird. "You are being friends? You must, since you are saving Helba from ugly one. So much squeezing and threatening! Ack!". She shakes a fist at Calmont.

"Helba is Bumblebrasher chieftain. We is being trapped up here for long time...days, weeks maybe, counting hard. First awful frog and monkey people is suddenly chasing us out of our cozy basements, then dragon dogs is trying to eats," she pointed at the dead lizards below, "then ugly one is showing up yelling about elves. No elves here, only Bumblebrashers! Helba is wanting just to protect her people but everything -- everything is wanting us dead!"

At the suggestion of going to Breachill, Helba cringes slightly. "Warbal is brave goblin. Bumblebrashers is being scared of longshanks. What if town is wanting goblins dead?"

He then looks over to Helba, "Frog and monkey people, huh? Yeah Dario is right, we haven't seen any of those. But we also haven't scoured the entire citadel either. Don't you worry, we are going to clean that place out and make sure nothing else wants you dead," he nods.

"And don't you worry about the other 'longshanks'. They won't harm you, I promise. You'll be under my protection, okay? If anyone attacks you then they attack me. Simple as that. I'll make sure nothing happens to you and your people. Besides, Breachill's a pretty good little ol' town. I don't think you'll have anything to worry about."

Just as he's about to go and gather his things, he quickly stops as something else the goblin said just hit him. "Hold a second, Helba. Did you just say 'dragon dogs'? Is that what I heard?" he asks, truly curious if that is what he heard.

Just as he's about to go and gather his things, he quickly stops as something else the goblin said just hit him. "Hold a second, Helba. Did you just say 'dragon dogs'? Is that what I heard?" he asks, truly curious if that is what he heard.

Cevendyl laughs and looks over at Joran ...

"You speak Goblin, remember big guy? Has scales ... walks on 4 legs ... you remember, right? Killed one before we came upstairs? Goblin has no word for LIZARD, so she did the best she could. She was NOT actually telling us that a Drake attacked them."

Cev goes back to examining the other goblins for injuries

Joran Bravestone wrote:

Just as he's about to go and gather his things, he quickly stops as something else the goblin said just hit him. "Hold a second, Helba. Did you just say 'dragon dogs'? Is that what I heard?" he asks, truly curious if that is what he heard.

Cevendyl laughs and looks over at Joran ...

"You speak Goblin, remember big guy? Has scales ... walks on 4 legs ... you remember, right? Killed one before we came upstairs? Goblin has no word for LIZARD, so she did the best she could. She was NOT actually telling us that a Drake attacked them."

Narrowing his eyes in thought, the barbarian is not entirely sold on the healer's explanation. Looking back to the goblin leader, "Is this correct, Helba? I just want to make sure we're on the same page. Are you just talking about that overgrown lizard with the bad breath?"

At the suggestion of going to Breachill, Helba cringes slightly. "Warbal is brave goblin. Bumblebrashers is being scared of longshanks. What if town is wanting goblins dead?"

Caiten talking to no one in particular. "Considering the attitude of the Halfling here, that is not an unjustified fear. The townfolk may run us all out of town if we arrive back with the entire tribe of Goblins and a pair of Wargs. I have hope that they will not though. The town council was willing to have Warbal at the call to heroes, and even the town guards that we spoke to were quick to accept that the fake goblin that they saw was not one of the Bumblebrashers - or at least not Warbal."

Caiten turns and speaks to Helba directly. "Do you and your family have a place here to stay where you can be safe? You already know that most everything here is trying to kill you. At the town at least it will be less than everyone. You will have some allies there."

Yes, I am ready to head back to town.