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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 898602" data-attributes="member: 2292">Saturday, August 26th, 508 AF, continued Pruk feels himself being dragged down a ramp, the human's grip getting tight around his throat.  The spikey-haired human's face swims into his field of vision, quickly followed by a dwarf and a helmed human."What do you mean, friends?" the dwarven face demands. "Me...Pruk," the goblin wheezes through Thrash's grip.  "Laid...signs...to lead...humans...here.""Why?""Humans...kill...Prince...then...Pruk...leave.""Goblin politics," the dwarf spits.  "That's not friendship, that's mercenary self interest."Pruk's eyes bulge slightly and his tongue lolls to one side.  It's part ruse, part reality, but he can see the spikey haired human looking at the others on the edge of his failing vision.  Stars are dancing back and forth in front of the image.  "Let him go," a commanding voice says wearily, and suddenly air leaps into Pruk's starving lungs."Stupid humans," he chokes.  He heaves in large gulps of air, tries to struggle to his feat."What was this you were saying about signs?" Helmet-head asks."Pruk leaves signs," Pruk says.  "Lots of them.  In forest, in fields, wherever we steal human's stock.  Pruk wanted humans to find the Prince.  Kill him, kill advisor.  Pruk go away, keep goblin tribe from hurting human town.  If advisor live, he kill prince.  Use blue stone to create monsters and drive humans and goblins away.""Did we see any signs in the forest?" Helmet-head asks quietly.  It's as though he doesn't expect Pruk to hear, but the goblin has always had keen hearing."I don't remember any," the dwarf sayssays.  He scratches at his goatee while he thinks, trying to remember.  Pruk wonders if it's really a dwarf instead of some oversized gnome, but he can't be sure.  "I'm fairly sure we just stomped through and made our way here.""So the goblin could be lying?""Sure," the Dwarf says.  "Although if he's willing to help us kill his prince, it may be worth letting him live.  There's a lot of them, and only three of us.""You had surprise, cover," Pruk comments quietly.  "Goblins not know tunnel was here.  Go back, and they have dragon corpse, more spears.  They launch waves, soften you up even if you charge.  Prince no longer have bodyguard, but he has advisor.  Still dangerous.  Three against tribe not enough.""He's got a point," the helmet head says.  "He can't hit with that crossbow, but if nothing else he's another target they can choose to throw a spear at.  One less heading towards me is a good thing, I think."The Dwarf and the spikey-haired human agree, and the dwarf leans in to glare at Pruk's face."Tell us about the other goblins," it demands.  "Tell us what they can do, who to take out first."Pruk creeps up to the lip of the ramp, spends a few minutes scanning the goblins hiding in the distance and the corpses scattered along the ground."Prince still lives," he reports.  "So does mind-witch.  Prince a coward, but Thimdrul dangerous.  More dangerous since we come here, find blue crystal.  Others are warriors - frightened, not well trained.  Only able to follow weak leader like Prince instead of strong leader like mine."He eyes the assembled adventurers, taking in their weapons and armor."Pruk think you can beat them, with Pruk's help."A rope is secured at the top of the ramp, and everyone slinks down as quietly as they can.  With cautioun in their steps, the group creeps along one wall towards the wide tunnel that seperates the first hall from the one that hides the goblins and the dragon's corpse.  Everyone leans against the wall, breathing as lightly as they dare while listening for the sound of movement on the other side.  There are muffled clanks, whispered commands, but little else.  Pruk swallows lightly.  This isn't his kind of fight.  The odds aren't in his favor, and there's no element of surprise.  Everyone feels their nervousness rising, knowing that this fight will come down to raw power against numbers.  He reminds himself that it's his princes will, that he does this for the good of his people.  If worst comes to worst, he can run and kill the humans later.  After they've taken care of his tribe."Ready," the spikey haired human whispers.  Everyone nods."NOW."</blockquote>

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