Koukonsögur - Saga of the Trollfed Aerie - IC
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"They are expecting someone- but not us, maybe. Might be a few townsfolk- who can say. We need to move in, if we're going." Kadlin's voice is calm and resolute. "If we are going to not kill this creature, we send him in front to check for traps and ambush- but gagged, so he cannot call out, and leashed, so he cannot run." It is only as she finished speaking that she seemed to notice the soft push of air from the runestatue, and she turned to look more closely...
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>Perception check, area around the runestatue; 1d20+9= 13; roll Roll Lookup
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>Perception check, area around the runestatue; 1d20+9= 13; roll Roll Lookup
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The goblin looks puzzlingly at the runestatue, and you best describe its reaction as a disinterested shrug. "Not know. Strange statue there first; tribe never have good luck messing with statues - tribe don't touch 'em."
The slight breeze gently tossing Kjula's thread about is warm, escaping from whatever lies behind and beyond the runestatue out towards the open shaft of the forsaken well.
After listening to Kadlin, the goblin nods, in understanding if not eager agreement. "No, not you specifically. Tribe expected some response, but didn't know who would come." He scrunches his nose at the idea of being trapbait. "No traps, believe or not. Guards, yes. But no traps. We walk these paths too. Tunnel leads down to big chamber - big pool. Mostly fed by part of waterfall - hole behind big outside waterfall splash water back into caves. Big pool empties down long river gallery, leads to warren. Above pool is upper chamber - bridge probably pulled up now. Has canoes for river gallery. Guardroom beside pool too." He pauses to think, looking like he's counting something. "Sergeant and four guards in room. Kjek - he a hexer - and 10 archers behind bridge. Usually."
The goblin looks for approval from Dossk. "I big fan of having legs."
As if a light went off in its mind, the goblin squeaks, "Oh! Don't drink water! Kjek put stuff in water. Purple stuff. Makes non-goblins sick."
The slight breeze gently tossing Kjula's thread about is warm, escaping from whatever lies behind and beyond the runestatue out towards the open shaft of the forsaken well.
After listening to Kadlin, the goblin nods, in understanding if not eager agreement. "No, not you specifically. Tribe expected some response, but didn't know who would come." He scrunches his nose at the idea of being trapbait. "No traps, believe or not. Guards, yes. But no traps. We walk these paths too. Tunnel leads down to big chamber - big pool. Mostly fed by part of waterfall - hole behind big outside waterfall splash water back into caves. Big pool empties down long river gallery, leads to warren. Above pool is upper chamber - bridge probably pulled up now. Has canoes for river gallery. Guardroom beside pool too." He pauses to think, looking like he's counting something. "Sergeant and four guards in room. Kjek - he a hexer - and 10 archers behind bridge. Usually."
The goblin looks for approval from Dossk. "I big fan of having legs."
As if a light went off in its mind, the goblin squeaks, "Oh! Don't drink water! Kjek put stuff in water. Purple stuff. Makes non-goblins sick."
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"I'm afraid I didn't, Satoshi sama. But" he says lowering his voice "the goblin lies when he says the statues are unimportant. I saw them carefully smearing one runestatue with blood in the surface - they must have some magic."
"I don't believe he can be trusted or be useful at all." continues whispering.
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