[Gobquest] Part 2

[Mirth]

D'Bruuhl dismounts and makes his way towards the nervous swordsman, smiling and raising his hands palms upwards, "Blessings, Brother Randolph! I am D'Bruuhl, priest of Heironeous and Watchman of the great city of Hartelgon."

The cleric extends his hand in friendship and tries to make his eyes as warm as possible. "Samuel and his family have been nice enough to let my fellow lawbringers and I travel with them these last few hours."

Seeing that the man makes no move to take his hand, the cleric continues smiling and places his palms together in a harmless, praying gesture, "As my friend has already stated, our chieftain has placed upon us a quest to find his friend Jazzad, whom he has not heard from in many weeks. He is concerned for the woodsman's safety. We would be grateful for any help you could provide."

 

[Dog Faced God]

As the other goblins spoke with Randolph, Goubido quietly sat on the back of his mule. His brow furrowed, and his left eye began to twitch slowly as he surveyed the city square.

 

[dreamthief]

Randolph seems a bit relieved. "Oh Jazzad... the woodsman. Yes, we were wondering about him, though we thought no one would care enough to bother with his body. He resides in the Dim Forest, to the West. There's a trail leading to the valley there, but not much there, and few return from it."

"A priest? Hmm... well, please be our guests. Our fare is humble but palatable. We have a small inn which will provide some beds for you," he says.

The talk continues in the background. They eat babies, you know... with cranberry sauce.... the moment you turn yer back on 'em they'd stick a knife in ya... where's me cabbage?

 

[garyh]

"A priest? Hmm... well, please be our guests. Our fare is humble but palatable. We have a small inn which will provide some beds for you," he says.

The talk continues in the background. They eat babies, you know... with cranberry sauce.... the moment you turn yer back on 'em they'd stick a knife in ya... where's me cabbage?

"What we need," Ashgyad said with a wry smile, "is an inn with small beds for us. I get lost in those human-sized things."

The talk continues in the background. ...peas and carrots... peas and carrots... peas and carrots...

 

[Festy_Dog]

Rakanishu sits quietly on his mule, stroking it between the ears.

...the other other white meat... not dolphin?... shut up

 

[Dalamar]

Glorath sits on his mule, not really doing anything except glaring at anybody who passes by him, especially if there are kids that look like they could try pulling his ear or toe.

 

[Dog Faced God]

Wincing, Goubido's whipped his glare towards Randolph. "What do you mean, 'bother with his body?'" He stared at the swordsman as he slowly crawled off the back of his mule.

 

[Mirth]

Wincing, Goubido's whipped his glare towards Randolph. "What do you mean, 'bother with his body?'" He stared at the swordsman as he slowly crawled off the back of his mule.

[gob]"My thoughts exactly, Goubido,"[/gob] D'Bruuhl says and glances at the no longer twitching goblin before turning back to Randolph, "Is Jazzad dead?"

 

[dreamthief]

Randolph replies, "Well we haven't seen him in awhile. Not that he's missed that much. He only comes by briefly and we've all thought for the longest time that something in the forest will get him. I've offered him a job patrolling around our fields instead but the man insists his presence in the Dim Forest is necessary. We haven't seen him for... a year?"

Randolph motions for you to go to the inn. "I believe the inn might have some beds for children."

Samuel and his family have slowly moved off from you and appear to be talking to a merchant. Barien appears to be imitating Goubido's face(s).

they've come for jazzad!... who? that crazy woodsman!... well he better not be dead he owes me 50 silvers and a pig!...

 

[dreamthief]

*bump*