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Mojo drops his bow when the arrow flies and out comes his spork, and in one fast upward movement, he stabs at the rat before him. Up under the chin and aiming for the throat. ,
Mojo unlimbers his shortbow. He looks up at the big armoured dwarf, "you can put light onnit, Master?" With that he gets ready to shoot it into the eyes. Perhaps helping bringing the light.
"Lookee, lookee," murmurs the goblin to the rest. He points at the holes with his spork and starts to move forward with more purpose, looking for the next trap as he goes.
The goblin scouts ahead paying attention to the sights and sounds. He nervously looks back to make sure that Sorek and the rest are close by. To help, he touches each flagstone as the goblin walks forwards hunched over and near to the floor. The solid stone seems to help a little.
The goblin sees the slightly puzzled faces and shows them the marrow-less bones and sticks his own thin tongue only so far down. "See? Hello! Lady!"
....then the rogue begins on the walls.
"Where be lady? She suck dem good!"
The goblin wriggles up and over the rubble into the room. He picks up a hollow bone and begins to search around for clues to the woman. The broken weapons, he inspects for age and possible reasons for breakage. Were they poor quality kobold-made rubbish? Or hitting something hard?
The goblin charges over and slices down hard at the rat's skull. His little spork is angled towards one eye as he twists away from those teeth. , Thems make good meals for days.
Mojo dodges away from the frontline and angles a run round to the far left rat. As he goes the goblin brandishes his spork and takes a jab at the creatures face. ,
"dem be swarmers so see dat!"
"I stop gettin' you? This goblin is goin' te look fer traps." The serving scout scampers ahead searching for danger from below and above, especially above. When you are small, that is what you do.
"You be fine at this trapfindin', master Sorek. Be gud to haf 'elp." The goblin concedes as he watches them work from the rear. The goblin keeps an eye elsewhere to make sure no more ghasts encroach on this delicate operation. "Watch fer nasties innit."
Round 1 The goblin shrugs as Lom attacks and then waits for someone to engage the creature before he runs round to stab it in the rear.
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"Where be pigs?" asks the confused goblin?. "Who be mad here? I not see pigs. I smell pig stink on you - you hiding one?" The rogue's eyes narrow.
"Deal?"
"I be closer to em Master Lom. Run quick an' jess throw inna big leep over like, Master Myrick."
rejuvenated by Aggy, the goblin takes a moment to eat some food. He scoffs it quickly but even then Lom neatly takes over the role of trapfinder. "You is good, I doesn't see dat! But stupid gobbo not smarty-pants elf. Ta Lom."
Cheers
Not that the blackened flesh curls up in dried lumps, and the green ooze burns away, the rogue knows the true meaning of pain. He stares around wildly for some kind of distraction at the oily flames cling and flame invisibly. "Me!" "Arm!"
The goblin looks at his arm in horror and mumbles numbly to the dwarf. He cannot find the words and barely manages a nod as his green skin turns greener. The coins scatter across the floor in his last wild agony. "Me ......me.....me....arm."
The goblin is shocked by the sacrilegious Crusader, and scoops up the treasure like its gold. Then he tests the door for danger, before opening it.
"I hear you, master Myrick. Yous bin 'ear afore? Me wus wiv lots slotted so us didn get to 'ear," nods the goblin rogue.
The goblin silently signals back making a serious T with his hands and then also mimicking a closer passage on the right. Then he slips forwards to take a peek round each corner. The goblin carries on through through to the T junction stealthily so he can get a good look around in semi-darkness.
"Oww. Me not try that first, Sorry masters." says the slightly crestfallen goblin.
The goblin works quickly to open the door. Checking traps as second nature.
He is a blur with the hooking awl twisting in the mechanism.
"Me push down ear fur biggies."
Round Four The goblin almost smiles at the chance to be helpful. He rushes over to the wall and starts searching for the dwarf. "Yes, master Aggy."
The goblin runs slap into a grave statue, his arms and legs wrapping round the stone angel briefly before he falls backwards in slow motion to the ground. Groggy but now able to control his bowels and fears, the rogue runs drunkenly back into the chamber, coming to a stop behind Aggrammar. He waves his short sword around to indicate he is fine just in case anyone was worried. Then the poor goblin notices the black skeleton and feels a little nervous again.
Round Two "Waaaaaar..aaghhh."
Waaaaaaarrrggggh! run, runn, RUN! Dust spurts up behind the green feet.
When they have retreated, he turns the key tense and ready to leap out the way.
"Me be turnin' key. You be back much to be safer, masters?" adds the servile goblin solemnly.
Mojo sighs and goes back to look at one of the gems with Lomyldyr. "You scratchin' your nog? It be 'bout color, if'n light goes through or bubbles, 'ow heavy it be an' las' but not so small it be bout der gems bin cut good. See!" The goblin shrugs at the gems and hands his back. Then taps the elf on the arm, "jess 'member color, clarity, carrot an' cut." He picks at his teeth as he walks over to Aggy with his bloody nose. "I gotten smacked two times by dem statues. Cun you be 'eelin' meself, Master Aggy. Please."
"How much is Aggy?" asks the naive goblin. Before he heads off to search for trouble at the locked door, wiping blood from his nose as he goes. "Dat door be locked, Master Sorek? If'n I be lookin', you be watchin' fer dem bad bads flyin' dun?"
Mojo dashes and ducks under the gargoyle as he moves into position to help Lars. The goblin stabs the creature up its jacksie as hard as he can.
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Round Four
Mojo dodges away from the gargoyles around him to gain a flank with Myrick again. The goblin then slashes at the stone tendons of another. , Dunno where they were last time? Musta forget dem. Mebbe came diffrent way ear.
Mojo lines up the gargoyle attacking Myrick and attempts to stab it through the stone kidneys. His magical dagger hopefully does some damage. ,
The goblin rogue likewise moves around his gargoyle to help free Lom. He uses his magic dagger to stab up at one of the grappling statues.
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Mojo takes the opportunity to check thoroughly for traps and search around the statue area. But he doesn't expect such a well-worn place to hold many surprises. But he follows orders from Sorek and is diligent and careful.
The goblin rogue comes back from going to the toilet privately and finds the party have moved on without him. He hurries after them and yawns a little at the empty camp. He scans about for signs of where they all went.
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