Darkness Under Cold Stones

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon nods, "I have some rope." and with that he runs off down the road in the direction of his cart. He drives it back to the others, produces fifty feet of silk rope and hands it to Balund. "I... I don't think that that horse can pull the cart by itself."

 

[Voadam]

The drop of blood runs down the humanoid's face...

His voice quivers as he tries to find the words to answer, first in a broken language, then, realizing his fault, in common
"Took it away!... My men didn't have enough stored food!"

"Where take it? How many men?"

 

[Land Outcast]

He trips over words, but is regaining some of his confidence
"To the cave!...
The complex..."

"The platoon The Dark Dog has been reduced by five, counting me, Lieutenant"
By Thoma's snarl, guessing that the orc hadn't understood... he hastily corrects himself:
"Fifteen remaining... counting the commander... the chief"

He's obviously trying to conserve his composture, but his dark eyes constantly wander around, fixing themselves every so often on the blade hanging over him, every time this happens, he trembles... and not because of the cold

 

[Rhun]

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What type of bow is it that Balund found in the wagon? Longbow, shortbow, composite?

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Balund moves to bind the lieutenant with Shoon's rope, exchanging a glance with Thoma to let the orc know that he should slay the hobgoblin should he resist. Once that task is done, he turns to the others.

"The spirits have shown me the way. The hobgoblins came from the north. We should be able to follow their tracks."

 

[Land Outcast]

Overhearing Balund's comment, the bound hobgoblin, desperated as he sees his usefulness quickly decreases, cries "I can guide you the better!"

OOC: The bow, if it is strung with a tense enough string, would be a Mwk. Composite Longbow [Str +3].

 

[Rhun]

Balund locks his cold gaze upon the hobgoblin. "You dare to suggest that you can guide us better than the spirits? The spirits are omniscient, and if you know how to listen, they will speak to you..." Lifting his gaze to regard the others, he continues. "What say you? Should we allow him to guide us? I would not be so inclined to put my fate in his hands."


OOC: Balund also makes sure to collect the black and white arrows that were found.

 

[Voadam]

He trips over words, but is regaining some of his confidence
"To the cave!...
The complex..."

"The platoon The Dark Dog has been reduced by five, counting me, Lieutenant"
By Thoma's snarl, guessing that the orc hadn't understood... he hastily corrects himself:
"Fifteen remaining... counting the commander... the chief"

Thoma nods. "White arrows?" he asks.

 

[Land Outcast]

"Two more guards... Elven marksmen... we took them to aid at the complex..."

"S-So...?" Eager to know your answer... and at the same time obviously dead-frightened about a possible negative to accept his guidance

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon watches the tense situation silently but it is clear that he is worried.

 

[Scotley]

Kragor

Kragor looks at the fallen and considers his companions' wounds. Could we take on another 15 foes like this? He considers the meager foodstuffs in the wagon. "Better to die trying than starve. Let's take the weapons from the fallen and put them in the wagon. These are troubled times and it would be unwise to leave such an arsenal just laying about."