Hedrroth agrees with the others as to direction and will take the rearguard since S'koth is taking point. "Once we get close to the goblins, I'll take point. They'll be less likely to view me as a kobold invader."
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"Let's proceed cautiously. I'd like to keep my blood."
"Unless we wish to return to town with our tails between our legs, just 'cause of some noises at night, there's only one option - forward!"
"That might have been something trying to break in. Is there anything else we can do to reinforce the door before we get back to sleep?"
Hedrroth will take one of the middle watches and sleep unarmored.
I'll take the half + 1.
Hedrroth is also in favor of not resting here, but grumbles about having to stop rather than press on.
Hedrroth has no intentions of taking any of them as keepsakes. "If at some future point we determine they aren't dangerous and sell them, I'll take my cut, but I want nothing to do with them before then."
Hedrroth spends a minute or two further shattering the skeletons just to make sure they aren't playing dead. I can't think of any other hobgoblin who can claim to have fought and destroyed two undead skeletons. What a boast that will make.
"Is anyone injured? We should deal with that before we take on another combat. Melisaria's right, we've got an interest in keeping the kobold alive. They outnumber us, so we fight either on our side of the doorway, where we will surround them as they attack, or at the doorway, where we fight one-on-one."
Heddroth will close the doors once everyone's inside.
Does it look like we can close the doors from the inside?
Hedrroth continues assaulting the skeleton, hoping he can destroy it before the party is trapped between two enemies.
Hedrroth steps into the room and strikes the nearest skeleton.
"Let's retreat, bar the door, and let someone else deal with those things."
Hedrroth, seeing an opening, swings at the retreating skeleton.
Hedrroth steps into the doorway, draws his sword, and swings at the nearest skeleton. His actions are automatic, as if his mind has not yet processed what is going on and has reverted back to the martial drills beaten into him as a young man.
Hedrroth steps gingerly forward to just outside the door and peers in.
Hedrroth steps well back, uncertain why Melisaria thinks that triggering what sounds to him like a fire trap is a good idea.
"I certainly hope we have a way to make fire. I forgot to pack flint and steel."
"I suppose the door responds to a password or the like. Why these sorts of things are always written in riddles, I'll never know. It's like everyone was enamored with them back then or something."
Hedrroth cautiously sniffs the air and listens for any noises that don't come from the party.
"Either way, we'll be walking into danger. Keep a sharp lookout and proceed cautiously."
"We were hired to find those idiots. That job takes precedence. We should follow their path." And once we find them, then we decide what to do about the kobold's job, he thinks grimly.
Hedrroth has no interest in barter.
Hedrroth pauses briefly, trying to read the atmosphere of the room, uncertain if he should speak up. He finally makes up his mind, bows low towards Yusdrayl, and asks her, "If I may ask, who's this 'He' you speak of?"
I won't be able to post until Monday. Hedrroth will aid any attempts S'koth makes to intimidate our way out of our current predicament, and resort to violence if necessary.
Hedrroth postures behind S'koth, attempting to impress the kobolds with how powerful S'koth's warparty is.
"Yes, I can talk to them. Whether they will listen," he shrugs. "There's goblins and then there's goblins. Some tribes are practically feral. I don't mind alliances or political maneuvering, but the fewer promises we have to break in the process the better. That's to say, if we play 'em right, they can't accuse us of betraying them."
"Ssorry, Zharr, but while Meepo is here we'll have to make him think I'm in charge..." Hedrroth makes a low, if somewhat sarcastic bow and says, "As you wish, m'lord." He suddenly blinks, as something S'koth said sinks in. "Did you say 'pet dragon'?" Perhaps this play-acting at decent, structured leadership will finally meld the team into an ordered unit, he thinks grimly. There's times when I'm not certain if I'm leading or merely chasing.
Besides the door we entered by, are there any other visible exits to the room?
"I didn't say he bathes in it, I said it might be connected to whatever passes for a bath around here. If I were in charge, I'd want to avoid turning a faucet and getting hot and cold running acid. Don't mess with it yet, we may need it."
"It looks like a water supply, and yes, I'd lock it up. If the army drinks it, someone will try to poison it. If the leader bathes in it, someone will try replacing it with acid or liquid fire." "Since Rifiki can open this door, let's leave it be for a bit and investigate the sounds of grief behind the other door. This can wait. Whatever's making that noise may not. Be careful, it could be anything."
Sword in hand, Hedrroth glances around the room, worried about an ambush while the party's focus is on the door.
"I agree that the locked door is much more interesting. Do any of the tracks lead to it? If someone else has opened it recently, we might be able to do so as well."
"Ashardalon must have been a god or a leader. Can you tell if 'Ashardalon' is a male or female name?" "Does anyone have any advice to offer, pro or con, about destroying the writing?"
Zar Hedrroth listens to the sounds around him, straining to hear anything moving. To Rifiki: "I don't see why we shouldn't open that door. Go for it."
"We should rope up before someone falls into a hole."
"Think nothing of it. You're the closest thing this squad's got to a second-in-command. Taking a little initiative now and then isn't a bad thing - if you succeed."
"I've got a crowbar for the door. We should be ready for combat once we break it open. If the hobgoblin clan still lives here, they won't take our invasion lying down."
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