Arthur moves behind the orange goblin, so he and Arsil flank it.
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I knew this was a bad idea. Arthur winces as he is struck by two of the goblins and lashes out with both of his maces at the yellow goblin.
Round Three Arthur moves into position near Arsil and assumes total defense. Round 4 Arthur had planned to step further around Arsil's back, attacking a goblin in front of her, but the explosions of acid made him think better of moving smack into the middle of the group, and instead he moved back to where he had just came from. This is getting tedious. What am I? A dancer?
Arthur runs around the side of the goblin nearest Arsil (not sure if we're supposed to be able to move those things, I can't) so he's approximately 5 feet to her right, and swings at the goblin with one of his maces.
Arthur shurgs. I doubt it. They were very into their charming little dances and the grandiose buffet of demon ichor that they had prepared. As far as demonic rituals go, I have to give them credit. They went all-in and they're sticking to it. he says sarcastically.
Arthur nods in agreement with Mirage. Well, it'd be rude to keep them waiting, don't you think? He pulls out a pair of light maces and begins spinning them absentmindedly.
That is a whole lot of meaningless names. Oh well. They're Pathfinders. They've adventured together before, in all likelihood. They're goblins mixed with demons. Do they need a reason for a big fire? They probably worship the damn thing. My only objections to the sniping from the cliffs idea are that the cliff is not very big, so tactically that puts us out in the open where we are easily seen, sacrificing stealth for a not too defensible position, and that we might not have too many people still armed with ranged weapons. As for the caves, demonic goblins sound like a recipe for a lot of fire. I don't know if you know what fire does in a tunnel, but it moves fast and we'd have nowhere to go.
There's a big bonfire. Any of you magic folk have a way to use that? Otherwise I have some acid we could toss into their midst, but I'd prefer to save it for something more problematic.
Just rushing them, then? Fine with me, doesn't look like there's too many of them. Let's go! Arthur stretches his arms and wrists, spins his staff a couple of times and heads back the way he just came.
Arthur ignores the implications of what Locke and Arsil are saying and walks over next to Mirage. Well, there goes our ranged support. Probably going to need to start picking off stragglers quickly ad quietly now. I'm decent enough at sneaking about. If it's the two of us let's get moving. He turns to Arsil. Mind if we start knocking heads right away if we can get away with it, or are we going to go completely dark, here? Don't want the boss to get mad.
Arthur has had enough of this nonsense and refuses to be held up by a goblin of no consequence with no tribe. He turns and shouts to the goblin, his face and demeanor indicating boredom. I'm of a mind to let her shoot you regardless of what promises have been made to you, no skin off my back if there's another dead goblin laying about. That being said, it's also no skin off my back if you run into the woods to become wolf food and we decide you're not worth the effort to track down. If I were you little one, I'd start running. Now.
Arthur does not stand between the people flailing around magical weapons and speaking languages he does not know, instead electing to move back from the group. He doesn't seem worried, though, just not wanting to get involved. And I guess I was right the first time: unprofessional all around. This is why I work alone.
Arthur shakes his head at Mirage's question. Likely that will be like trying to put out a fire with a blanket when there's a dragon about. You might stop the goblins in one location, but more'll just pop up again later. It's entirely possible that these two men will move their operation soon, and then we'll have lost our only lead on them.
Arthur looks concerned. Do you know if you will recognize your name? Do you still keep your cognitive ability?
Could you also ask him to describe the dog for me? I doubt he'd describe any typical pet or guard as weird or unusual.
Just as long as we're clear we're taking his intel with a grain of salt.
Man, everyone's getting hitched around here.
What happens when a goblin takes the goo? Where do the magic man and dog man come from? Where do they go? He then whispers to Sareth As long as he's up there he has no reason to tell us the truth. He's completely safe from any sort of retribution or consequence for lying to us.
Arthur nods at Sareth's suggestion. No competent bounty hunter doesn't have a means of taking prey alive. I can render one unconscious but breathing easily. Also, it's been forever since I had to gather field samples, but I'd like to take a look at this demon-goo later once I have time to analyze it in detail. Does anyone have a bottle?
They seem to have some sort of tracking system. Maybe they're not as amateurish as I thought.
Arthur hollers at anyone who'll listen. Hey! We have some more tracks over here. Looks like there were more goblins and they looped back toward the site you referred to as "the massacre"
Arthur leans on his staff and pokes his chin with one roug, dirty finger. This isn't the sort of thing that just happens on its own, I'd imagine. If goblins just turned into demons spontaneously you'd think there'd be a lot more Demogobs running about, and if it were something Goblins could do to themselves they'd be burning cities everywhere. Someone gave them this stuff, the question is why? I'd imagine there are easier ways to get demons into this world, no? He looks to Alabaster quizzically.
Arthur stands to the side bemused the. Begins picking at the shrubbery, looking through it.
There are more going this way.
Arthur shrugs and adjusts his boots nervously. He picks at his pack and runs his hands through his hair before bouncing back and forth from one foot to another and cracks his knuckles. While indulging in his ticks his face is contorted in deep thought. I still don't have a whole lot in the way of preparedness. This whole group seems rather ragtag and thrown-together, which is fine but it means there are likely some seriously unprofessional players present. If this is just a goblin hunt that shouldn't be such a big deal, however. The Pathfinders are rarely intrigued by just the presence of goblins, though, they're everywhere. Why would they hire outside help to deal with them? If it was merely a goblin run surely they'd still be out there if there were still more goblins about...
Arthur blinks a few times at Ondrea's comment but says nothing. Well, that's something. Glad to see they're such a friendly bunch. He nods and looks at Locke. Well, if it requires this many people you're either about to go kill something or start an acting troupe. I'll happily jump in either of those lines, but I should warn you that I do not dance. I'm Arthur by the way. Hunter, captor, and tracker. Once he finishes spitballing with Locke Arthur retires for the evening or gets moving once the rest of the group arrives.
Suddenly as Mirage finishes his story, the door is thrown open and in strides a leanly-built man with mud smeared across the right side of his face and woodsman's unkempt stubble-turning-beard. He breathes heavily and walks leaning on a quarterstaff. A pair of light maces hang from loops in his belt on both legs. He scans the room quickly, appraising it before his face shifts into a mildly annoyed expression. Is this the group the Captain sent out? He doesn't pause for anyone else to answer his question, getting progressively quicker as he speaks. I get a small pouch of coins and instructions to find you lot in the wilderness, not a problem I've chased runners out there before, but I leave to go find you, find nothing but a large scorch on the ground and a scent of brimstone and iron, and find out you have all come back already? If there's been summoning and infernal magicking on our side, I'd like to know now. My private contracting rates are higher when my soul may be in jeopardy. He stops to take a breath, then drinks from a waterskin attached to his back.
So I never got an answer to my question, Wolf, guess it was kind of buried under other posts. You asked for a paragraph about how Arthur got here, did you want that here or over in gameplay or discussion? Or are you just sticking with the group you already have?
I'm still here. It's been a crazy weekend for me IRL so I haven't been back on the site in a bit. Did you want all that on the gameplay thread?
And with that my work is done (las couple of days were kind of crazy so it took me a while longer than I anticipated). |