[ic] nameless III: lost and found

"Maybe it's wounded or something?" Nate says. He then turns, adressing the goblins "Why do you want to show us this? Is there anything we can do here?"

[ooc : is the wolf just lying still, or is it absolutely motionless, as in frozen?]
 

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The Goblin Shaman

ooc: DrZ, the wolf is almost motionless, but its pose gives you the feeling that it is not dead or frozen. It gives you the distinct impression that it is watching you.

The goblin shaman shrugs.

"Walk inside a little ways. But keep your wits about you. My personal recommendation would be someone fleet of foot." She pauses to think about it. "And not all puffed up with their own prowess like so many of you humans are."

She snickers softly.
 
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doghead said:
"Walk inside a little ways. But keep your wits about you. My personal recommendation would be someone fleet of foot." She pauses to think about it. "And not all puffed up with their own prowess like so many of you humans are."
"Well that rules me out then... on both accounts." Grins Nate, as he makes way for someone a bit more nimble.
 

Fredar looks at them, and the shaman. He mutters something under his breath, shakes his, and hands his shield to Nate. "If I've got to get away from something fast, that thing's only going to trip me up." He takes another long look into the courtyard, and steps cautiously in, alert, and ready to tumble away in a hurry if that wolf pounces out at him.
 
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Nate gets a firm grip on his mace and shield, and gets ready to shuolder in, should fredar be unable to get clear of the wolf. "Here goes nothing" he mutters under his breath.
 

At the ruins on the hill

Fredar takes a deep breath and readys himself to walk forwards. Nate gives him a reassuring nod.

There is a angry bark of surprise from the goblins watching over the hill, followed by a stream of goblin-talk and a readying of weapons..

Hadarook swears. "This dosen' seem good," he mutters.

The goblin shaman steps back from you and her worg surges to its feet with a low rumbling growl, placing itself between you and her.

"What is the meaning of this!" she shouts, pointing in the direction that you came. "Alone I said. Explain this to me!" She takes a couple more steps back as she talks, keeping the worg between you and herself.

ooc: Checks are cumulative. Read all of the ones below your check result.
Spot DC10:
About a mile back the way you came a rider approaches, moving quickly. Something glints in the sunlight.
Spot DC15:
The rider is humanoid, large, wears metal armour and is mounted on a horse.
Spot DC20:
The rider wears the colours of the townguard, although which town is impossible to tell from here. All that distinguishes the uniforms is a small crest painted on the chest and back.

Craddoc mutters to no one in particular. "I don't see anything. What is the witch going on about?"
 

Fredar, reacting before he can think and cursing himself for it, takes his attention off the wolf for a second to turn around and look. Did they have us followed? Why? "Can't tell who or what that rider is, but we came alone." He looks quickly back to the wolf, and if nothing is going on here within the structure, he withdraws back out, then turns to try for a better look. Fredar says to the shaman, "You and yours should hide. If this is a human coming, and he sees goblins, he may react before he thinks. Besides, you're on a secret mission, right? Stay secret. Let us deal with the rider." He grasps his sling, something deliberately useless if he was planning to attack the shaman or worg standing near to him, and looks down the hill at the approaching rider.
 
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"Bugger me, I knew that sergeant wasn't to be trusted, backstabbing basterd. Or is he just trying to get us all killed?" Nats swears aloud. Mace and shield still at the ready he slowly backs off, then turns to get a good look at the rider, trying to see if he can recognise him/her.

[spot 12]
 
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As Fredar crosses the threshhold the two wolves surge to their feet. But the goblin's shout from outside has Fredar stepping back almost immediately, and the wolves remain in the shadows. A glance back into the yards now and then is enough to see that they don't seem to be coming out.

Meardwyn said:
Fredar says to the shaman, "You and yours should hide. If this is a human coming, and he sees goblins, he may react before he thinks. Besides, you're on a secret mission, right? Stay secret. Let us deal with the rider."

The shaman's look bores into Fredar, as if trying to see the intent behind the words. She doesn't look convinced, nor certain.

DrZombie said:
"Bugger me, I knew that sergeant wasn't to be trusted, backstabbing basterd. Or is he just trying to get us all killed?"

The goblin sharman let out a sharp wail.

"What does he mean? We have been betrayed?"

She takes a few more steps back. Without taking her eyes off you, he begins speaking rapidly to the other two. A low deep rumble emerges from the belly of the worg, and the fur along its neck and back bristles.

Hadarook goes pale. "No! No! Its not like that. He didn't mean it like that! You must trust us!"

Meanwhile Craddoc snarls under his breath. "This is all going bad." He snatches up his weapons. "Its over witch!" he shouts over her. "Throw down your weapons. You are coming back to Killingtom to answer a few questions!"

ooc: DrZ, the rider hasn't moved close enough for you to see any more than you did before.

ooc: Going to combat rounds here to determin order of actions. Characters with higher initiative may wait to see the intentions of those with lower initiative results.

19 - Fredar: 12+7
16 - Hadarook: 11+5
15 - Nate: 14+1
14 - Craddoc: 14+0
14 - Goblin Warriors: 11+3
09 - Goblin Shaman: 6+3


Round 1: Intentions

The goblin sharman will cast a spell.

The goblin warriors will shift into defensive postions, bringing up spears.

Craddoc will attempt to Intimidate the gobin sharman into surrendering.
 

The pain from the drubbing he took at Nate's hands yesterday is still too fresh in Fredar's mind for him to willingly let this spill into bloodshed. He whirls on his companion:"No, Craddoc!" then, calmer, "We can't jump at shadows! This is going to be fine!"

He turns back to the shaman with quiet urgency in his voice, projecting as much sincerity as he can. He speaks quickly, and watches her face for any sign that he's either getting through or has blown it completely. (He takes a leap on the title he should use to address her and hopes it's not too far off.) "Mistress - You have not been betrayed. This is one rider! If betrayal was intended why send just one? Why not a full patrol? If betrayal was intended, why send our group at all - we whom you have gotten the advantage of twice now, going unseen by us while you watched us at your leisure?"

"You have been sent here on a mission to help stop needless war between our peoples - do not act rashly and help bring that war about! We do not know if that rider is friend or foe to us or to you. Let us find out, before our groups fall to blows over him! Let us send someone down to meet him - to discover his intentions. One of yours could shadow, if you like! He could signal you, yay or nay while watching from a safe distance. "

"You are being dealt with fairly and honestly - give us the chance to prove it!"

ooc: not sure how much of Fredar's action that takes up. He will hesitate with whatever is left, guaging the reaction, if any to his speech. He does not have a weapon drawn, and has his hands well away from his weapons.
 
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