hewligan
First Post
Goblins Do WHAT?
Kael's agreement decides things. There is no need for further discussion. The party is here to put an end to an evil, and that evil is not the tentamort. It can be dealt with later, at your convenience, but who would remember the heroes who came to vanquish the goblins and their demonic mistress, but instead became succulent filling for a squid monster?
You creep back quietly to the main entrance hall. All is silent now ... well, not silent exactly. There are noises from behind the door where you heard the laughter, but they are muffled and soft.
Jovik moves to the door, Jokad on his right, ready to follow him in, Danth behind, Kael to one side, Mal sniffing the air nervously at his side.
The door is unlocked, Jovik, noticing this, motions to Jokad, the two change positions. Jokad kicks the door inwards, his weapons bared.
Before you is a small room, covered with ratty cushions, lumpy pillows, and rumpled dogskin furs. These are largely accumulated in the southern half of the room. Strange, rather filthy, cloths hang from the walls, as if trying to emulate the tapestries you find in the homes of human nobles. The room smells like a nauseating mixture of vinegar and rotten flowers.
More worrying than the smell is the fact that it appears to be emanating from four hideous goblin women who are lounging about the chamber in a state of ill-repair. Breasts are exposed, as, heaven forbid, are naked thighs!
One of the ugly females is currently a little busy being paid attention to by one over-amorous bugbear. He hasn't bothered to fully unclothe, but is instead busying himself, trousers around ankles, buttocks exposed to the door.
As you enter, he turns around as if to throw some goblin curse your way. Seeing that you are not, in fact, some goblin scum, his demeanor changes. He roars and curses with some venom. His right hand reaches for a nearby flail, as his left hand pulls up his trousers.
He is a bit overweight, with dusky grey-green skin, large round red eyes, pointed ears, and a shaggy coat of grey fur over his back and arms. His ears are heavily pierced, and numerous scars mar his large bulk.
OOC: Initiative and actions please. You are about to enter combat with the might Bruthazmus, semi-naked bug bear of doom!
Kael's agreement decides things. There is no need for further discussion. The party is here to put an end to an evil, and that evil is not the tentamort. It can be dealt with later, at your convenience, but who would remember the heroes who came to vanquish the goblins and their demonic mistress, but instead became succulent filling for a squid monster?
You creep back quietly to the main entrance hall. All is silent now ... well, not silent exactly. There are noises from behind the door where you heard the laughter, but they are muffled and soft.
Jovik moves to the door, Jokad on his right, ready to follow him in, Danth behind, Kael to one side, Mal sniffing the air nervously at his side.
The door is unlocked, Jovik, noticing this, motions to Jokad, the two change positions. Jokad kicks the door inwards, his weapons bared.
Before you is a small room, covered with ratty cushions, lumpy pillows, and rumpled dogskin furs. These are largely accumulated in the southern half of the room. Strange, rather filthy, cloths hang from the walls, as if trying to emulate the tapestries you find in the homes of human nobles. The room smells like a nauseating mixture of vinegar and rotten flowers.
More worrying than the smell is the fact that it appears to be emanating from four hideous goblin women who are lounging about the chamber in a state of ill-repair. Breasts are exposed, as, heaven forbid, are naked thighs!
One of the ugly females is currently a little busy being paid attention to by one over-amorous bugbear. He hasn't bothered to fully unclothe, but is instead busying himself, trousers around ankles, buttocks exposed to the door.
As you enter, he turns around as if to throw some goblin curse your way. Seeing that you are not, in fact, some goblin scum, his demeanor changes. He roars and curses with some venom. His right hand reaches for a nearby flail, as his left hand pulls up his trousers.
He is a bit overweight, with dusky grey-green skin, large round red eyes, pointed ears, and a shaggy coat of grey fur over his back and arms. His ears are heavily pierced, and numerous scars mar his large bulk.
OOC: Initiative and actions please. You are about to enter combat with the might Bruthazmus, semi-naked bug bear of doom!
