I am familiar with the route; but your allies here probaby wish to discuss tactics. The route I took for my former master, would not be without peril
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no, my hearing is poor; say 25 paces
Harold looks at your predicament; he is hiding in the the hallway away from the battle. Sir, the goblins use a distilled alchohol on the webs and it appears to have results.
Ok, I shall get him once you all all hidden here, this way. Beware of spiders in this tunnel
Ok, we are agreed then, great maker watch over us, come in quietly and follow me. Taking you at you word; he will open the door, step back; turn around and motion for you to follow him. He is heavily cloaked in layers of tattered material; his footsteps lound like on hoof and one large clawed foot; his pack us hunched and there is a row of somthing finlike or arched along his bent backbone is best you can guess. He walks with a lurch as his left side is smaller than his right. As he moves; you notice behind the door is a anteroom about 20x20; there are four sleeping goblins in this room; the exit straight accross has no door, but a chain link partitian that would noisily move aside to allow access. Harld moves to a defaced dwarven carving on the wall; once a map of the outside area of the Hold; it is covered in filth and blood and has been hammered upon and obscene things written in Goblin.
That is a better deal than I have here, would you like me to show you a path past these Goblins in there. I can show you an path; though it is dangerous, filled with fearsome spiders, they, unlike these goblins, will raise no alarm or alert. from there, there are several paths to the lower areas. I often go between tribes to carry messages and make proclaimations on behalf of the Big Bosses.
and would you also protect me from the reprisals from these goblins; stupid they may be, but vindictiveness runs in their blood. your word on it by your magic Master Gnome?
Uhm; I am uhm Hareld, and uhm, like all my people, we seek employment from persons of stature who would have us, we the cursed and our loathsome appearance. And like all of my people, I dont like to get directly involved. What would you have of me Gnome?
He respond in like kind almost as if he gathers the method of speaking right out of your brainpan.....he doesn't seem intimidated Tarnation, your tounge does hang in the wind and cut it true but don't yea be gittin yer panties in a wad, no affront fer yer cold toes, I kin wake da bit slobber boss in no time at yer word; who maight I be sayin is come ta haggle on da prizes? yeas no call to put down me tail! beggin yer pardon I do be do
Drawn here you sssay; like poison in wound, mussst be that artifact in the basssement all the Big Unss isss talking about and ooh how it will makess them the new Big BAd, but me, I thinksss it is poison of vilessst natures....corruption... Look, yea say yea want in, but yea makes no sense. I isss Harald, my jobs is ta announce and keep out da riffraff while da boss sleeps. So Who do you Be? or wait till boss and his crew wakes up or goes you away. Drawn here you mgiht be, but make the boss mad and he will draw and Quarter yees, ick I know
The creature responds in goblin: "Its just a job; nothing personal; pay sucks, hours are worse, but food aint bad, only feeding at the bottom until I get a better job offer" Not sure what language Gloisel uses; but the creature reponds with the same language (I checked your char sheet) "Not slavers or kinfolk, then why you here? My boss aint much for study and learning" replies his slightly reptilian voice.
Great Maiden; Chaste Daughter of Ice; Bringer of Knowledge Through Pain; Dark Maiden of Mysteries; Daughter of the Far North. he grovels on the ground salute and head to earth; I plead on behalf of my master
that you grant him audience and hear his request.
hehe; I am leaving a stockpile of beer that makes you more thirsty until you completely dehydrate yourself to death hahahahahah
a terrified squeel from the corner behind the shield; the ball of cloth rolls out and quickly sputters: Behold the coming of Blarney Joe! Feared ruler of the Sidhe; second to the Queen's of Fairie and ruler of the central region of Fey; tremble at the power of Light and Darkness! Harold squeeks and quickly retreats to a little ball of fluff and rolls to the sheild which rolls to Baelinor who by habit picks it up.
Behold! Behold! One and Three the radiant and beautiful High Priestess of Isis called Amber; that stone created from the source of life itself; Behold she who has no last name for she serves Isis and no mortal. Behold the beloved of Dread Ronin, for she has charmed this Horseman of Death to her cause; Behold the Seeker of Life Personafied; Behold Amber; Holder of the Sacred Knowledge; Giver of Love and Fertility. Mother of the Great Quest. Enter her presence in the eyes of her Goddess and tremble. Harold then springs toward the sheild; rolling to a very small ragged ball, rolls behind the shield which quivers a bit; then remains still.
oh; forgot one title for Baelinor; my bad (GM) Sherrif of the Tobacy hills n Sunny Acre Halflings
As Baelinor approaches and gets within about 25 ft; a ball of cloth about 2ft in diameter detaches from inside his sheild and rolls down a few steps then straightens out into an odd looking individual all cloaked in various peices of cloth and fur; it gestures dramatically with one crablike claw and one with an oversized clawed hand; the spindly creatures is about 5ft tall; and stands up straight on one misshapen foot and one tenticle; all but two shiney eyes are hidden of the rest of the creature; it speaks loudly: BEHOLD AND TREMBLE BEFORE THE COMING OF BAELINOR STORMWALL,
he turns his back to you and says:
the guy makes a stupendous springing leap right at Baelinor, who doesnt bat an eye; rolls into a ball and once again hides behind Baelinors sheild. |