Thail approaches the man, keeping a careful eye around in case this is some distraction, as much as he can while maintaining his awareness on other things he tries to appraise the man <<SENSE MOTIVE!!!!>>
Thaean chases after the goblin, calling for assistance, but the rest of the warband are still celebrating in another part of the camp. At first Tuul tries to loose the elf by running under tent ropes or through narrow spaces, but Thaean know this camp well and is able to surmount these obstacles.
Tuul is fast and agile, but so is Thaean who is gaining ground. The goblin then stops and turns to face his pursuer. Thaean is sure he has the goblin cornered, until he steps into a sinkhole, coming up to his neck in mud. By the time he climbs out of the mud, the goblin is gone. <<
The goblin cast soften earth and stone to create the sinkhole.
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Jhonas & Carver are at their campsite, later that evening, when two elves stop by and ask if they have seen a goblin.
"Other than one riding a giant wasp when we entered, I have not seen one all day. I did meat up with a tribe of them almost a month ago, and spent a day or two with them. They were nice to me, especialy when I made them a fine sword as a thank you for letting me stay with them. I don't know why everyone thinks that goblins are all trouble makers. Isn't that racial predudice?" Carver asks the elves.
"Other than one riding a giant wasp when we entered, I have not seen one all day. I did meat up with a tribe of them almost a month ago, and spent a day or two with them. They were nice to me, especialy when I made them a fine sword as a thank you for letting me stay with them. I don't know why everyone thinks that goblins are all trouble makers. Isn't that racial predudice?" Carver asks the elves.
"I'm 'fraid they don't share yer opinion of goblins," Jhonas responds. "Well, it's time fer me ta hit the sack. Wanna be rested for the contest tomorrow," Jhonas says with a wink.
Jhonas wakes early and says to Carver, "I need ta handle sumptin private this mornin', Carver. I'll catch up with ya later today, k?"
[SBLOCK]When Chen is out of sight, he will change into a young male half-elf, calling himself Nethidor. He changes his clothing to match the current style among the merchant class in Valenar. He will go looking for anyone with a masterwork crossbow that is away from the crowd. He will cast Charm Person on him/her and, assuming it's successful, will ask to borrow his "friend's" bow for the competition.[/SBLOCK]
A young, half-elf, crafter strolls along Trader’s Row. He’s looking to pick-up a crossbow to enter the archery contest. Unfortunately he is not having much luck; there are longbows, shortbows, recurved and composite bows, but not many crossbows at this elven wedding. Finally he notices one inside the harness maker’s booth. He is not much of an expert on crossbows, but it looks well made.
As he walks up to the counter, a human apprentice comes over, “Master Tannin is not here at the moment, can I help you?”
Nethidor (the half-elf) tries to really put the charm on, but he can tell it is having no affect on the apprentice. He decides to try being direct. “I could not help but notice the fine crossbow there on the shelf…”
This does get a reaction from the apprentice, “Oh, you must with ‘The Crew’. Master Tannin said you would be by to pick it up.” The apprentice hands the crossbow and a package of bolts to the half-elf.
Nethidor can hardly believe his luck. <<
the apprentice succeeded on his will save vs. charm, but failed his opposed diplomacy check
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He does not wait around for luck to change, he heads off in case Master Tannin is due back soon.
This does get a reaction from the apprentice, “Oh, you must with ‘The Crew’. Master Tannin said you would be by to pick it up.” The apprentice hands the crossbow and a package of bolts to the half-elf.
He does not wait around for luck to change, he heads off in case Master Tannin is due back soon.
"The Crew, huh," Nethidor thinks to himself, "sounds like it could be trouble. Best to not be recognized." The half-elf looks for a deserted corner, steps behind a tent, and a far different half-elven man, wearing the clothing of an experienced adventurer steps out. His rapier is displayed prominently at his side and he carries a fine crossbow with (
what he hopes appears to be
) the confidence of an expert marksman as he makes his way toward the archery contest.
When he arrives to register he says, "Hello, my name is Shafer Whitehouse of Keth. I'm here to enter the contest today."
Thail rests his hand on the hilt of his sword and informs the man "I think you'd best return during the light of day, friend" the last word is said earnestly to try and put the man at ease as Thail has no desire to provoke him, if he's doing legitimate business.
Thail rests his hand on the hilt of his sword and informs the man "I think you'd best return during the light of day, friend" the last word is said earnestly to try and put the man at ease as Thail has no desire to provoke him, if he's doing legitimate business.
