[Gobquest] Part 2

[dreamthief]

D'Bruuhl examines the Gnolls wounds and casts a Cure Lilght Wounds to aid him. The gnolls consider the proposition, but decline. "A lost man? He probably has been eaten by a bear! Or gnolls! When one of our litter is lost it would be foolhardy to send more of us after!"

The gnolls try to engage in other conversation, but satisfied with the food, they roam off. The rest of you return to sleep, and the morning comes without more disturbance except for some gnats.

 

[Dog Faced God]

Goubido stretched and yawned as he woke up. "I hope we make it to the Dim Forest today." Slowly and deliberately he began to survey the horizon in all directions, shuffling his feet in a small circle.

 

[Mirth]

"We'll need to stop in village of Hulvin first," D'Bruuhl replies as he packs his gear and gets ready to ride out. "Hopefully the humans there will be accommodating to us goblins."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Rakanishu counts his remaining bolts.

[gob]"Hmm, 14 I'll need to buy some more soon,"[/gob] he says.

Rakanishu gets his gear together and brushes down his mule before everyone leaves.

 

[dreamthief]

The day's journey passes without much event. As evening descends, you see ahead of you a wagon driven by a man in his 50s. There is a child sitting at the back of the wagon as well as an old woman. They are pointing to you and are headed on the road to Hulvin. The man is smoking some sort of weed, as the rich thick aroma of the smoke reaches your sensitive noses.

 

[Mirth]

The day's journey passes without much event. As evening descends, you see ahead of you a wagon driven by a man in his 50s. There is a child sitting at the back of the wagon as well as an old woman. They are pointing to you and are headed on the road to Hulvin. The man is smoking some sort of weed, as the rich thick aroma of the smoke reaches your sensitive noses.

As soon as D'Bruuhl sees the family pointing at him, he smiles and puts both arms in the air, waving at them like he has seen humans do with their children.

Then he calls out with what he hopes is his most pleasant voice, "Hail and well met! Please do not be frightened by our appearance for we intend you no harm, I assure you. I am D'Bruuhl, a Priest of Heironeous from the city of Hartelgon. My friends and I are Watchmen in the employ of the city on a quest to locate a lost comrade. Are you traveling to Hulvin as we are?"

The goblin cleric rushes to get out as much information as possible to appease the family ahead.

 

[Dog Faced God]

Goubido, following D'bruuhl's lead, waves and puts on a smile just a little less toothy than he reserves for goblin wenches.

 

[dreamthief]

The couple are a bit nervous upon seeing him, but when they see D'Bruuhl is a priest of Heironeus (and after testing him to name three members of his Heavenly Host which he did with ease), they relax slightly. They introduce themselves as Samuel and Matilda Gresfan, and their child as Barien. The child has no qualms however, and seems bored and glad for new playmates around his size. He leans over the wagon to pull Ashgyad's ear.

"Yes we are on the way to Hulvin. Selling some wares; pots and such. Anything to interest a party? A good pot is essential for adventuring, you know..." Samuel says, smiling largely to reveal browned teeth. "Would you like to share a smoke?" He offers his pipe.

"THEY LOOK FUNNY MAMA!" yells the scruffy Barien. He is slapping your mules which agitates them. "AND THEY STINK!"

 

[Dog Faced God]

Goubido shifts and twitches uncomfortably on the back of his mule. "Do you have flint and steel? To sell, I mean." His gaze darts back and forth between Samuel and Barien.

 

[Mirth]

"Thank you for your generosity, but I do not smoke," D'Bruuhl replies to Samuel's offer. I'm glad that meeting them went so well. I hope this indicates good things for the future, the priest thinks to himself. "And alas, I am only a poor cleric and have no money with which to purchase anything. But I will say a prayer for you and your family."

He smiles warmly at the man and his family. This is what civilized life is supposed to be like. I am so proud of my people for getting out of the caves and striving for something better. Would that this kind of peace would work for everyone. Then I could lay down this cold, hard steel blade for good.

"I hope you don't mind if we travel with you the rest of the way into Hulvin," D'Bruuhl asks. "As I said before, we are seeking a lost friend. Perhaps you know of him? He hails from the Dim Forest and his name is Jazzad."

Before he can get an answer, Barien slaps his mule. The animal decides he has had enough and stops in the middle of the road. Embarrassed, D'Bruuhl dismounts as the others ride on and it takes a couple of minutes of coaxing before the stubborn mule is ready to go again. As he makes his way back to the wagon, he pulls alongside and softly reprimands Barien, "Perhaps you should not do that, child. As you can see, he does not like it, as you would not if someone slapped your rear."

D'Bruuhl then turns to Samuel again, "As I was asking before, do you know of Jazzad?"

OOC: Sorry for not posting earlier. The boards have either been down or really slooow for me until now.