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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 3672137" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>Help!</strong></p><p></p><p>Menthos enters the Kador headquarters in the keep and makes his way to Aleena’s door, after several seconds of banging the wooden door with his fists; Aleena flings the door open with a rush of frustration.</p><p></p><p>“What!?” Aleena shouts, “Oh it’s you, go away I’m busy!” The priestess turns her wrist and shoves the door back to its frame.</p><p></p><p>Menthos however sidestepped the swinging door quickly and skips his way into her room.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t you listen! Get out or I’ll have you gutted for dinner to the dogs.” Aleena screams</p><p></p><p>“Calm down sister, my supporting cast is a little under the weather, they need some good touches with a healing hand before I can return to the business of saving your ass.” Menthos states</p><p></p><p>“Saving me? Your presumptuous attitude smacks of insolence. I razed this keep before your were even a desire in your father’s eye, don’t come into my keep and flout your personal crap like it was the most prized possession in all the land.” Aleena responds</p><p></p><p>“Hold on there wench, if there’s any flouting going on is coming from the front of your breastplate. Now are you going to dispense with the healing or do I need to get one of the sheep herders in here to milk it out of you?” Menthos replies</p><p></p><p>“How dare you insult me!” Aleena shouts and draws her mace while hoisting up her shield</p><p></p><p>Menthos quickly searches for a bluff to end this without him having to get physical again, his mind twists around a solitary thought.</p><p></p><p>“Hold up, why are you fighting me? We both know I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t screwed up. They don’t send out non-pyromancers to take out the trash. Statinisor sent me to make sure he didn’t have to.” </p><p></p><p>Those words seemed to reach Aleena on the level Menthos was shooting for. The priestess lowered her weapon and gave a defeated look into the teifling’s eyes.</p><p></p><p>“This keep was to be completed a month ago, the goblins keep stealing our supply wagons and killing the guards, I hoped I could kill them before Statinisor realized what was going on and dismiss the failures on the caravan’s guards and not my own. Yet, even now the next caravan is over a day late and I fear it too has succumbed to the goblin’s attacks.” Aleena explains</p><p></p><p>“Now see that wasn’t so hard, where was the caravan coming from?” Menthos asked relived his luck had won out again</p><p></p><p>“From Omen to the east, it should have been her yesterday morning. I can’t spare anyone to go look for it, not only are we short staffed, they would surely realize the goblin problem was not in my control and chaos would ensue.” Aleena answers</p><p></p><p>“So I’ll go look for it, maybe they got stuck somewhere and need a push?” Menthos replies, his tone of voice getting more soothing </p><p></p><p>Aleena glared back at him as if her personal alarm had gone off.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, especially if you move your butt and get out there and fix my torch bearers.” Menthos ordered</p><p></p><p>Aleena moved passed Menthos and exited the room, the warlock followed her out into the courtyard and waited as she undid the energy draining the giants had delivered.</p><p></p><p>“What sort of goblin did that to you?” Gorn asked</p><p></p><p>“Wasn’t a goblin, some kind of purple troll/hill giant combination. My guess it was an elusive dusk giant, very rare and always the harbinger of bad tidings.” Xanthos explained</p><p></p><p>“Dusk giant huh? Sounds made up, like you guys wussed out against a bunch of no good thieving goblins is what it sounds like.” Gorn pressed</p><p></p><p>“Doopa will wuss out all over your internal organs, after nice lady fixes Doopa owee.” The barbarian threats</p><p></p><p>“Ha! That’ll be the day that some big smelly wannabe of a giant gets the drop on Gorn!” The captain counters</p><p></p><p>“Fifty gold on the human with the inferiority complex.” Turgar wagers </p><p></p><p>Menthos leaves the squabbling behind as he saddles up a horse and heads for the Keep’s gate.</p><p></p><p>“Where you think you’re going?” Xanthos asks</p><p></p><p>“Hunt me down some goblins, you coming or are you going to stand there with that I’m primitive and don’t understand your advanced ways look?” Menthos calls back</p><p></p><p>“Shouldn’t we wait for Kessen?” Haimish asks</p><p></p><p>“Why? He just get us lost, that man couldn’t find his lips if they were bleeding after I smacked him.” Menthos answers</p><p></p><p>Xanthos and Doopa also saddle up, which encourages Haimish and Turgar to do the same.</p><p></p><p>“Make sure you don’t wuss out this time ladies, bring back a trophy and I’ll mount it for you.” Gorn calls out</p><p></p><p>“If I come back with a vrock can it mount you instead?” Menthos answers as Gorn throws rocks at the exiting party</p><p></p><p>“If we run into a vrock, we’re not going to be able to bring it back.” Haimish explains</p><p></p><p>“If we run into a vrock, bringing it back will be the least of our worries.” Menthos answers</p><p></p><p>The party heads out to the east, following Menthos who wanted to lead the group in the hopes he would run into the caravan by design rather than heading north where the party believed the goblins resided.</p><p></p><p>“Shouldn’t we be turning north by now, we’ve been going east all day?” Xanthos asked</p><p></p><p>“Why? That’s where the goblins expect us to go, so I’m going to go east and out flank them. You can go north and alert them to your presence if you wish.” Menthos answered</p><p></p><p>“You’re so full of crap, you’re creating a downwind breeze that’ll lead the goblins right to us anyway.” Xanthos answered</p><p></p><p>“At least it won’t be because we turned north and were ambushed.” Menthos answered</p><p></p><p>A few more hours of riding saw the party get more and more anxious, especially Doopa who was aching for a fight after having to leave Gorn back at the keep.</p><p></p><p>“Doopa wants goblins to smash now.” The ogre called out</p><p></p><p>“Shh, there’s a river up ahead, I want to cross that and then head north, goblins hate water it makes them clean.” Menthos answers</p><p></p><p>“False, where are you getting your goblin facts? It’s like it all made up and you’re just expending energy to talk.” Xanthos counters</p><p></p><p>“Look, a fire.” Haimish calls out</p><p></p><p>“Where?” Xanthos asks, clearly perturbed that he was occupied with Menthos rather than scouring the horizon for proof of Menthos outlandish claims.</p><p></p><p>“Looks like a wood fire, mixed with clothing.” Xanthos relays</p><p></p><p>“A wood fire? Really? I had no idea you could start a fire with wood, you people are advanced. Us backwards teiflings have to pray for lightening to start a fire.” Menthos answers</p><p></p><p>“How can you tell from here what the fire is made of?” Turgar asks impressed with Xanthos’ confidence</p><p></p><p>“It’s all in how the smoke rises and what color, it’s quite simple once you get the hang of it from seeing so many forest fires started by wayward teiflings praying for lightening.” Xanthos answers</p><p></p><p>“Maybe someone’s in distress, we should check it out nonetheless.” Haimish advises</p><p></p><p>“I was going to suggest that. Follow me!” Menthos announces as he rides his horse up and over a rock outcropping, as the unexpected drop in ground level was realized by the horse, it stiffened up on the landing and threw Menthos from the saddle. The rest of the party easily navigated the now obvious hazard.</p><p></p><p>The party approached the fire and heard several voices shouting back and forth, they sounded human as opposed to goblins. Xanthos transformed into a bird and alighted in a tree circling the clearing. A small ruined building housed the fire that the party spied, five wagons laden with stone blocks, and stone cutting tools were assembled in a ring around the small ruins. A group of fifteen men argued with each other inside the ring near the fire. Xanthos flapped his wings to take off when his noticed the trees across from his position shaking and moving out of the way as if something big moved towards the caravan. Xanthos took off and returned to the party to notify them of his findings.</p><p></p><p>“We must help them.” Haimish said and rode off towards the encampment</p><p></p><p>“For the glory!” Menthos shouted and slapped the back of Doopa’s horse which took off after Haimish’s horse with Doopa still in the saddle.</p><p></p><p>Menthos then rode on after the ogre as Xanthos and Turgar brought up the rear. The party raced to the caravan, their pounding hooves alerting the caravan to their presence long before the party could be seen. The men ceased their arguing and took up defensive positions within the ringed wagons.</p><p></p><p>“We come from Kindoras, we know you were bound for there. Let us help you!” Menthos shouts in starts as his horse provides a very bumpy ride into the camp.</p><p></p><p>“How do you know that! You must be a witch. Attack!” Came the cries from within the ruins</p><p></p><p>“Halt, I can calm your passion.” Haimish said as he whipped out his lute and began to strum a soothing tune</p><p></p><p><em>I wanted to sing you a song</em></p><p><em>That I you help to sign along</em></p><p><em>I don’t know the words </em></p><p><em>We’ll make it all up as we go</em></p><p><em>Who knows how long ‘til my friends will show</em></p><p><em>I’ve already forgotten what I was going to say</em></p><p><em>It looks like you’re not bringing some hay</em></p><p><em>I’m in a bind, I’m really stuck</em></p><p><em>No you’re wrong, I don’t suck</em></p><p><em>I’ve sung to beasts I sung to men</em></p><p><em>And all those words I’ve penned</em></p><p><em>I don’t know why the goblins have some</em></p><p><em>I do know that if you keep throwing rocks at me</em></p><p><em>I’ll come down there and rip your eyes out you ungrateful bunch of bums!</em></p><p></p><p>“Catchy” Menthos says as he invades the small ruins and the caravan</p><p></p><p>“Get out monster, we’ll not go down like the rest of the caravans, you’re going to have to take us out with a fight!” One of the caravan guards state</p><p></p><p>“Well if it’s a fight you want, there they are.” Menthos says as he points out the tree line where a band of goblins riding worgs erupts from the woods. </p><p></p><p>The party gleefully took to arms with an air of confidence that comes with years of slapping around goblins for fun, until their leader emerged from the thickets, a blue skinned ogre riding a smilodon. The big cat’s tusks glistened with saliva as it licked it’s chops at the smell of warm blood.</p><p></p><p>“Haimish, get the wagons up and moving, the rest of us will hold off the goblins!” Xanthos yelled out as he and Turgar advanced on the charging band of goblins.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 3672137, member: 11574"] [b]Help![/b] Menthos enters the Kador headquarters in the keep and makes his way to Aleena’s door, after several seconds of banging the wooden door with his fists; Aleena flings the door open with a rush of frustration. “What!?” Aleena shouts, “Oh it’s you, go away I’m busy!” The priestess turns her wrist and shoves the door back to its frame. Menthos however sidestepped the swinging door quickly and skips his way into her room. “Don’t you listen! Get out or I’ll have you gutted for dinner to the dogs.” Aleena screams “Calm down sister, my supporting cast is a little under the weather, they need some good touches with a healing hand before I can return to the business of saving your ass.” Menthos states “Saving me? Your presumptuous attitude smacks of insolence. I razed this keep before your were even a desire in your father’s eye, don’t come into my keep and flout your personal crap like it was the most prized possession in all the land.” Aleena responds “Hold on there wench, if there’s any flouting going on is coming from the front of your breastplate. Now are you going to dispense with the healing or do I need to get one of the sheep herders in here to milk it out of you?” Menthos replies “How dare you insult me!” Aleena shouts and draws her mace while hoisting up her shield Menthos quickly searches for a bluff to end this without him having to get physical again, his mind twists around a solitary thought. “Hold up, why are you fighting me? We both know I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t screwed up. They don’t send out non-pyromancers to take out the trash. Statinisor sent me to make sure he didn’t have to.” Those words seemed to reach Aleena on the level Menthos was shooting for. The priestess lowered her weapon and gave a defeated look into the teifling’s eyes. “This keep was to be completed a month ago, the goblins keep stealing our supply wagons and killing the guards, I hoped I could kill them before Statinisor realized what was going on and dismiss the failures on the caravan’s guards and not my own. Yet, even now the next caravan is over a day late and I fear it too has succumbed to the goblin’s attacks.” Aleena explains “Now see that wasn’t so hard, where was the caravan coming from?” Menthos asked relived his luck had won out again “From Omen to the east, it should have been her yesterday morning. I can’t spare anyone to go look for it, not only are we short staffed, they would surely realize the goblin problem was not in my control and chaos would ensue.” Aleena answers “So I’ll go look for it, maybe they got stuck somewhere and need a push?” Menthos replies, his tone of voice getting more soothing Aleena glared back at him as if her personal alarm had gone off. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, especially if you move your butt and get out there and fix my torch bearers.” Menthos ordered Aleena moved passed Menthos and exited the room, the warlock followed her out into the courtyard and waited as she undid the energy draining the giants had delivered. “What sort of goblin did that to you?” Gorn asked “Wasn’t a goblin, some kind of purple troll/hill giant combination. My guess it was an elusive dusk giant, very rare and always the harbinger of bad tidings.” Xanthos explained “Dusk giant huh? Sounds made up, like you guys wussed out against a bunch of no good thieving goblins is what it sounds like.” Gorn pressed “Doopa will wuss out all over your internal organs, after nice lady fixes Doopa owee.” The barbarian threats “Ha! That’ll be the day that some big smelly wannabe of a giant gets the drop on Gorn!” The captain counters “Fifty gold on the human with the inferiority complex.” Turgar wagers Menthos leaves the squabbling behind as he saddles up a horse and heads for the Keep’s gate. “Where you think you’re going?” Xanthos asks “Hunt me down some goblins, you coming or are you going to stand there with that I’m primitive and don’t understand your advanced ways look?” Menthos calls back “Shouldn’t we wait for Kessen?” Haimish asks “Why? He just get us lost, that man couldn’t find his lips if they were bleeding after I smacked him.” Menthos answers Xanthos and Doopa also saddle up, which encourages Haimish and Turgar to do the same. “Make sure you don’t wuss out this time ladies, bring back a trophy and I’ll mount it for you.” Gorn calls out “If I come back with a vrock can it mount you instead?” Menthos answers as Gorn throws rocks at the exiting party “If we run into a vrock, we’re not going to be able to bring it back.” Haimish explains “If we run into a vrock, bringing it back will be the least of our worries.” Menthos answers The party heads out to the east, following Menthos who wanted to lead the group in the hopes he would run into the caravan by design rather than heading north where the party believed the goblins resided. “Shouldn’t we be turning north by now, we’ve been going east all day?” Xanthos asked “Why? That’s where the goblins expect us to go, so I’m going to go east and out flank them. You can go north and alert them to your presence if you wish.” Menthos answered “You’re so full of crap, you’re creating a downwind breeze that’ll lead the goblins right to us anyway.” Xanthos answered “At least it won’t be because we turned north and were ambushed.” Menthos answered A few more hours of riding saw the party get more and more anxious, especially Doopa who was aching for a fight after having to leave Gorn back at the keep. “Doopa wants goblins to smash now.” The ogre called out “Shh, there’s a river up ahead, I want to cross that and then head north, goblins hate water it makes them clean.” Menthos answers “False, where are you getting your goblin facts? It’s like it all made up and you’re just expending energy to talk.” Xanthos counters “Look, a fire.” Haimish calls out “Where?” Xanthos asks, clearly perturbed that he was occupied with Menthos rather than scouring the horizon for proof of Menthos outlandish claims. “Looks like a wood fire, mixed with clothing.” Xanthos relays “A wood fire? Really? I had no idea you could start a fire with wood, you people are advanced. Us backwards teiflings have to pray for lightening to start a fire.” Menthos answers “How can you tell from here what the fire is made of?” Turgar asks impressed with Xanthos’ confidence “It’s all in how the smoke rises and what color, it’s quite simple once you get the hang of it from seeing so many forest fires started by wayward teiflings praying for lightening.” Xanthos answers “Maybe someone’s in distress, we should check it out nonetheless.” Haimish advises “I was going to suggest that. Follow me!” Menthos announces as he rides his horse up and over a rock outcropping, as the unexpected drop in ground level was realized by the horse, it stiffened up on the landing and threw Menthos from the saddle. The rest of the party easily navigated the now obvious hazard. The party approached the fire and heard several voices shouting back and forth, they sounded human as opposed to goblins. Xanthos transformed into a bird and alighted in a tree circling the clearing. A small ruined building housed the fire that the party spied, five wagons laden with stone blocks, and stone cutting tools were assembled in a ring around the small ruins. A group of fifteen men argued with each other inside the ring near the fire. Xanthos flapped his wings to take off when his noticed the trees across from his position shaking and moving out of the way as if something big moved towards the caravan. Xanthos took off and returned to the party to notify them of his findings. “We must help them.” Haimish said and rode off towards the encampment “For the glory!” Menthos shouted and slapped the back of Doopa’s horse which took off after Haimish’s horse with Doopa still in the saddle. Menthos then rode on after the ogre as Xanthos and Turgar brought up the rear. The party raced to the caravan, their pounding hooves alerting the caravan to their presence long before the party could be seen. The men ceased their arguing and took up defensive positions within the ringed wagons. “We come from Kindoras, we know you were bound for there. Let us help you!” Menthos shouts in starts as his horse provides a very bumpy ride into the camp. “How do you know that! You must be a witch. Attack!” Came the cries from within the ruins “Halt, I can calm your passion.” Haimish said as he whipped out his lute and began to strum a soothing tune [I]I wanted to sing you a song That I you help to sign along I don’t know the words We’ll make it all up as we go Who knows how long ‘til my friends will show I’ve already forgotten what I was going to say It looks like you’re not bringing some hay I’m in a bind, I’m really stuck No you’re wrong, I don’t suck I’ve sung to beasts I sung to men And all those words I’ve penned I don’t know why the goblins have some I do know that if you keep throwing rocks at me I’ll come down there and rip your eyes out you ungrateful bunch of bums![/I] “Catchy” Menthos says as he invades the small ruins and the caravan “Get out monster, we’ll not go down like the rest of the caravans, you’re going to have to take us out with a fight!” One of the caravan guards state “Well if it’s a fight you want, there they are.” Menthos says as he points out the tree line where a band of goblins riding worgs erupts from the woods. The party gleefully took to arms with an air of confidence that comes with years of slapping around goblins for fun, until their leader emerged from the thickets, a blue skinned ogre riding a smilodon. The big cat’s tusks glistened with saliva as it licked it’s chops at the smell of warm blood. “Haimish, get the wagons up and moving, the rest of us will hold off the goblins!” Xanthos yelled out as he and Turgar advanced on the charging band of goblins. [/QUOTE]
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