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The goblin looks to their potential combat prowess, tries to get a sense, then heads back to the group. Upon returning, before Xazt seems to be fully noticed by anyone, he says, "It's just me," in a light whisper. He walks closer and starts spilling what he knows about the ogres. "Can we stop whatever they're doing? It can't be good. Or can we even take em? They just look like big bullies. Stay fast and under their feet, cut, cut, cut? I dunno..."
Xazt sizes these guys up to try to report proper information back to the group.
Xazt hears the voices and immediately hunkers down into an even stealthier approach, moving a bit slower, to see what lies around the bend.
Positive that Xazt heard nothing but the wind (and possibly the passing of his own), the goblin looks to the attentive ranger and sees that he undoubtedly heard something ahead. Xazt looks to his companions and begins to grin, knowing that he has a place in this group. "Will do!"
Xazt begins to head over the dune, fairly quietly, in search of the source of Eli's worry.
Xazt looks at the map for a second or two, only then realizing how terrible he is at ...geometry? Or is it geography? Graph...math. It must be geometry...
"Venison? Thanks, hunter!" Xazt pulls out a dagger and pierces a smaller piece and quickly brings it to his mouth. His jagged teeth quickly cut through the raw meat, followed by a quickly-counted three chews and a swallow. Xazt, as if suddenly realizing he's not alone, looks around to see if anyone objects to his eating raw meat.
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About midday, Xazt takes a sip from his skin, and figures that's all he'd need for the day. Upon reaching the outcropping, Xazt sets up his bedroll. While unrolling it, he notices a few scales stuck in its weave from the helpful monster the other day. The goblin smiles knowing he was able to save it.
"Well the hole I'd dig for myself wouldn't be too hard...I could help one of you dig yours if we really need to stop?"
Seeing Carys' yawn, Xazt also yawns. "Maybe we should catch a breather? I didn't realize I was a little tired until now. Not saying I can't keep going..."
Xazt takes a sip out of his skin around mid day and powers on. Later at the sight of the road, he thinks about how useful this particular path might be.
"Thank you for saving that lizard, guys. He didn't have to risk his life to save ours, so that was the least we could do." Xazt just nods at the brawler's suggestion for travel.
Xazt's survival instincts play out in a totally unexpected manner -- he pulls his bedroll out of his bag and attempts to cover as much of the creature as possible. "Help him! He helped us!" Xazt yells quickly.
Xazt sheathes his sword and smiles at the beast. "Carys, does it understand us?"
Xazt stays positioned, waiting for the time to strike.
Xazt looks to the water, sees it to likely too deep for him, and readies to strike if something comes near.
At the hunter's word of warning, Xazt nears the water as he draws his scimitar. His sword arcs above his head, ready to fight.
Xazt fumbles with the pauldron a bit more before deciding to try it on. While strapping it on, he looks around a bit more and mutters, "Actually..." Xazt pauses while biting his tongue, trying to figure out a strap. Beginning again, "I'm not sure if we actually want to go up. If I'm thinking right, if we do manage to get up there, we'll end up smack dab in the middle of a large desert. No way we'd make it more than a couple days up there. Where we are now, I think, is Keller's Basin. No idea it'd be this big."
Xazt wakes to the eyes of a burly human staring him down. He smiles at the thought of someone protecting him again. At Eli's compliment, Xazt grins again. "Thank you, hunter. I'm more than happy to prove my heart's intent." Xazt helps Eli loot the bodes and slows when he finds the pauldron. He studies the straps and tries to discern how well this item might help him. He collects his 10 gold pieces and hands out the other pieces to the rest of the group. Instead of asking Carys while she's studying, he places them in a neat pile beside her. "Alright, so what's the plan?" Xazt takes a quick look around to regain his bearings.
Xazt says, "Good job! Just hope they don't go get friends." He looks around the group for any concerning looks, and upon seeing none, turns in to sleep once again. After minutes, the adrenaline of being ambushed wavers and Xazt falls into a deep sleep.
Xazt cocks his scimitar back, ready to unleash hell on the next person to assault his team.
"Orc sl klas go, nmmm?" In Goblin:
"The orc doesn't seem so tough now, huh?" A few harsh goblin words escape Xazt's mouth as he arcs his scimitar around for another slice at the orc.
Xazt sees the assault set out on the orc, and follows suit, arcing his scimitar around for a brutal strike.
Unaware of his companions' inability to see, Xazt shouts, "Klys gob! Orc nes noy."
In Goblin:
"C'mere evil gobbies! Orc your friend or prisoner?" Crunch: I ready an attack at the first hostile advance on me or my party.
Xazt quickly moves passed Lucas to Eli's side, saying to the big, bearded one, "Ready to fight by your side!"
Grabbing his scimitar, Xazt smiles at Eli and flourishes his blade in a quick show of skill, yet still taunting any enemies in view.
Xazt does little to set up camp, but he does make sure to keep his scimitar at his side while sleeping.
Xazt continues on toward the light, sure that it is the way out.
"I don't think problems with our stuff. Just the stuff we got from the evil gobbies. And no, I don't know about any raids like that. What in the hells is going on with that book, lady? Strap it to your back and you'd have wings." Xazt smiles at his joke. Xazt starts making way toward the light, slowing to see if anyone's following.
"Let's go! Water means a way out!"
"What do you think it is?" Xazt looks to Carys.
Seeing the others crouch into a quieter posture, Xazt follows suit, also looking down the hallways.
Smiling at the brawler, Xazt nods and begins to head down the north hallway. Not exactly rushing, but also not being too careful, Xazt briefly checks over his shoulder to see if the group is in-tow.
Pointing toward the southern entrance, Xazt mentions, "I think that's the guards' quarters..." and then to the northern passage, "and that's the way out." Suddenly, the goblin's eyes widen at a thought. "All this talk and I realized I never got all of your names. Being caged up does weird things to you."
Grinning appreciatively, the goblin looks to the brawler. "It's not often my fighting style is recognized as unique. I like you. It's called the dervish dance. The more dexterous a dervish dancer may be, the more deadly. And just as important as the dancer's skill, is the blade itself. The curved scimitar, somewhat heavier in weight, allows a dancer to keep moving and slashing, building momentum as they go. It's really not for everyone, but we goblins are naturally very deft anyway."
"Thank you, friends," the goblin says to everyone, while nodding to Eli and the woman who just released him. "I know that goblins like their keys and locks, we may want to hang on to that keyring just in case, you know?" He then eagerly goes to the table to snag all of his items. Xazt seems to have gone into somewhat of a trance as he begins strapping on his leather vest and checking his things , placing them in their typical place on his body. A pouch or two on his belt, a backpack and bedroll off his back, and a crossbow strapped to the backpack, Xazt finally picks up his scimitar and hooks it to his belt. The glazed look in his eyes during this brief moment of concentration becomes a more fierce look as he suddenly unhooks his scimitar and brandishes it in a fashion that you might see a performer dance with an object.
Quickly, but only somewhat gracefully, sweeping the sword in circular motions around his body, the fierceness in his eyes calms just as he begins to re-sheath the weapon. "Well, it may not be pretty yet, but just wait until there is an evil gobby in my path." Snickering to himself, Xazt points at the entry to the northern hallway. "I came conscious while entering through that direction. I'm not sure of the way out, but I'm guessing I know these goblins well enough that we could likely backtrack with a little patience."
With a great sigh of relief and the largest smile you've ever seen, Xazt's eyes light up with pure joy. "Thank you all! I promise not to disappoint! And yes! I do know the way out!" Then something you've truly never seen a goblin do. The light in his eyes begins to glisten and from each eye, a tear runs down his face. "I knew fate sent me on this mission, and I knew fate would throw things my way I'd never imagine." "Now, about that lock...and my things. I can't be going anywhere without my sword! An extension of my arm."
Looking back to the brawler-type, Xazt's grin becomes a full-fledged smile. "Tricky, maybe. Clever..." Xazt begins to laugh in a manner that can only be described as half human, and half a raspy, high pitched cackle at times. "Hardly clever." Motioning back to the woodsman now leaning into his axe, and said with the tone of "that guy" you sometimes meet at the tavern, "I'm sure you agree." |
