Seeing that Tsuto is well in hand, Tif starts poking around the basement rooms in search of anything important looking.
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Hey all, I'm going to be a posting a bit less frequently for a bit. Got a new baby and a (probable) new job both starting soon so real life is busy with preparations of various sorts. I should be able to make qyick posts but please feel free to bot me if I'm holding up combat.
Tif shouts back the message, then races after Edamm and Ponok.
Tif scampers down the stairs after Edamm and Ponok, weapon in hand.
Tif ears twitch, and she catches herself before charging down the stairs after the figure - perhaps this could be an ambush?
Tif nods and pads silently after Edamm, flail at the ready.
Tif returns after a minute "Ran clear off the cliff and up the beach. Stuck it with an arrow, but it still got away. At least it was headed away from town." "Yes, we still need to discover what happened to Ameiko. Let's go through each room thoroughly. Hopefully there aren't any more goblins about."
Tif doesn't hang around but takes off after the fleeing goblin, leaping through the window after it.
As she races after it, she stows away her flail and pulls out her shortbow. If an opportunity arises she'll pause briefly to loose an arrow at it.
Tif moves forward to assist Kit, swinging the head of her flail heavily into the one Kit had attempted to parry.
I'm about, although I have been a bit busy recently. It's not my turn though :)
Tif doesn't risk upsetting another jar and charges forward, whirling her flail as she runs before releasing it at the closest goblin.
Tif glances over at Trig as she sneaks foward, muttering "Well, what else would it be?!". Turning back to the goblins, her flail knocks into a relatively intact bottle that teeters briefly on the edge of a workbench, before plummeting towards the floor.
"It's this way! Let's get them before they know we're here!" She pulls open the door and rushes through, drawing her flail and following the sound.
Tif breathes easier as the people move away. "Well, that's a relief. We'll still need to make sure no goblins escape into the streets." She hurries forward and tries the inner doors. "Yes, that they didn't break in is a worry." she answers Trig. "If the letter was true, then that would explain why the goblins are here, and they might have been taken by surprise. If Tsuto was lying, then this does look more like a trap. I heard breaking glass, so they might be in a storeroom or showroom."
"So much for avoiding attention." Tif mutters to herself. Turning to address the onlookers, Tif backs up Kitchel's words. "Don't worry, we have experience in dealing with dangers!"
"Goblins!" Tif exclaims worriedly. "Or something laughing and breaking glass, at least. We'd better get in there quickly!"
Tif walks around the building, looking for entrances or anything suspicious.
"Well, there's a door at the back, we can use that if we don't want to attract attention. I suppose we could also just see if the front door is unlocked. Nothing suspicious about a potential customer seeing if they're open" She will try opening a door that looks like a shop front or similar.
"Only way to find out is to search the glassworks." ---
"If it is closed up, we may need to break in - can anyone do that quietly? It's still early so it should be quiet, but we don't want to alarm the townsfolk if we don't have to."
Tif's ears twitch when she hears about goblins. "Of course we'll look into it. People just can't go missing like that. But it looks like we found out who was helping the goblins. I wonder if it had anything to do with why they were arguing last night."
Tif raises her eyebrows in surprise. "Sure thing, what's the matter?" she asks quietly as she heads where Bethana is pointing.
Tif nods. "Yes. We could also say we're exploring that old tower if we want to avoid alerting any contact in town."
Tif nods along as Kitchel talks. "Yes, if that suggests any particular tribe to you, then we could search for this big boss there. Or I guess if we could track down the chief of any of the tribes, they might reveal where their boss is."
Tif nods, satisfied that Ameiko has things sorted, and returns to the table. -- "I'm Tif and this is Kitchel." Tif introduces herself. "I think it was Wayland here who noticed at the attack that there goblins from a bunch of different tribes. Don't suppose you've heard about anyone uniting them?"
When the blows happen, Tif stands up and moves closer, hand on weapon and ready to intervene if required.
Tif looks around the room, looking at the locals' reaction to the argument to see if they are surprised at all. "It does seem rather heated. Do you think they argue like this often? I was hoping for a quiet evening."
Tif chews thoughtfully on a fatty piece of boar and watches the dispute. "Who do you suppose that is?" she asks the others quietly. "Maybe someone who missed out on a choice cut?"
Tif cautiously mounts the pony, and manages to get it walking alongside Kitchel's. Concentrating on controlling her mount, she doesn't notice who Aldern is trying to address and answers him, "Well, partly the Swallowtail Festival, and partly talk of the Sandpoint Devil. Kit and I have gone after a few monsters before, so we were keen to try and track it down. And a festival is always good for trade and meeting new people. I'm a bit of a tailor myself, and Kitchel sells alchemical things."
Fine with being veered back towards the plot if we wander too far off course. To the hunt!
"Hmm", Tif remarks, peering down the hole. "Might need a bit of preparation to explore down there, especially if there might be any monsters. I can keep my head above water alright, but I'm not sure I'd be able to fight that well at the same time."
Tif points out the carvings on the archway. " Look like some writing there - although it's worn away a lot. Rancher was right when be said this place was old. "
Tif nods, ready as always to follow where Kitchel's curiosity leads. "We can explore above ground first, at least. If we floor is unstable, we can tie the rope around ourselves in case it gives way. If we find the way down, we can return later better prepared."
"Let us know if you find anything out. All I know is that that thing was unnatural and needed to be destroyed, the easier we can do that the better." Tif remarks with a shudder. -- "If the tower is abandoned, I'm for popping in for a look ourselves on the way back to town."
Tif nods at the farmer's offer, finding this a reasonable compromise. "We'll be staying at the Rusty Dragon." she interjects.
"To be fair, we know it seems a little unbelievable - we were shocked when the creature started melting. We can at least take you to the old barn where it was living - you'll want to see it's cleared out or checked regularly to make sure nothing else takes up residence there."
Tif smiles at her friend's concern. "Yes, I am me. The focus exercises you came up with are working well. I'm still a little tired straight afterwards, but that goes away after half a minute or so." As they return to the group, "Doesn't look like there's much else here. It's been here a while but I wonder where the creature came from. We'd best report back to the farmer."
"I guess this means we aren't getting a fancy pelt either. Not that that creature would have made anything stylish anyway, I suppose." Tif joins Kitchel in searching the barn.
As the creature falls down dead, Tif pants heavily as her form shrinks back into its original form. As it starts to dissolve and disappear, she exlaims "I've never seen any creature do that before. Um.. this might make it difficult to prove we killed it. At least the attacks should stop. She gingerly pokes the goo with the end of her blade."
Tif takes advantage of her weapon's reach to move around into a better flanking position, then strikes again.
Tif starts as she sees the aberrant nature of the creature, and her expression grows dark. "Not so natural after all. Um, please don't be alarmed, but these things bring out the worst in me."
As she rushes in, her fur bristles unnaturally as though the flesh beneath it was undulating. Her gait changes mid step, as though she had just gained an extra set of backward knees. Solid magenta eyes with pinprick pupils take in the beast as Tif swings the horsechopper down, slamming the blade of the crude polearm into the floor.
Tif nervously gripped the horsechopper as Kitchel and Valerica approached the doorway, preparing to rush forward at any sign of trouble.
When informed of the tracks, and the likely culprit, Tif pulls out the reclaimed horsechopper and prepares to follow Valerica to the creature's den. "Something natural then? Still, it must be fierce to do this damage. I suppose I'll try out this blade - see how well it works in the field."
"Hello! We're just checking that the bounty on goblin ears is still good. Killed a bunch last night, didn't know to take the ears - we just wanted to check that the offer was still good in the future." "Um.. don't they start to smell after a while? Or smell worse?" ---
"Good afternoon. We've come from Sandpoint about your problem - this is the latest attack, I'm guessing? Wow, must have been something fierce to do all this. You hear or see anything in the night?" Tif looks around carefully, seeing if she can see any tracks or anything else that might indicate what could have attacked the cow.
"We should check at the Goblin Squash stables first and make sure that the bounty is still good. There maybe were enough ears last night to take all his money, if someone thought to do it. No sense chopping ears if there's no coin in it."
"I think boar hunts are pretty safe, at least for the hunters." Tif remarks to Trig. "There's normally a lot more hunters than boar. That's what I've heard anyway, never been on one myself." Addressing Foxglove, Tif says "Thank you for your offer, I'd be glad to come along."
Tif nods along as Kitchel speaks. "Yes, we should all continue working together. See Foxglove, then about the bounty, then head to the farm."
Tif nods aong as Kitchel speaks. "Yes, I'd also be happy to help in any way."
"I'd just like to report what we found to the Sheriff first, but yes, let's go and look into that."
"Could we use the robe to track whoever used it?" Tif looks at the robe slightly less enthusiastically than before. "I might wait to see if the necromancy fades a bit more before using it in my designs. I guess it means those skeletons weren't raised from the townsfolk at least, that'll be some minor consolation."
"This is good material, doesn't look like a shroud though. I could make something nicer out of it - maybe fashion it into a dress, or a set of scarves. Although it's probably a clue of some sort."
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