[ic] nameless III: lost and found

[doghead]

by the ruins on the hill

There is a moment of stillness before the three goblins emerge from the scrub and trees about half way down the hill. The shaman points her worg directly towards the five of you. Her two companions fall into place by her side.

The three of them approach at a slow walk. The shaman studies Cromwell intently. Her eyes seem to bore inter him.

When they get to within about 10 feet of you they pull up to a halt.

"Tell me," the shaman ask Cromwell, "do you take after your mother or your father?"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

A beat; then, seriously, and meeting the Goblin's stare unflinchingly: "The only parent I have known is Kettenek, with His mortal servants as my stewards. I can only hope and pray I may follow after Him as well as any mortal can."

 

[doghead]

The Goblin Shaman

"AIIIEEEE!" The bones whisper the words of the spirits that walk the ways of the void," she cries and thrusts her spear into the air. "It is as it should be. So the bones spoke of and so the Margref is here."

She heels her worg forwards. The other two goblins make to follow but she gestures for them to stay where they are. They do, but nervously fiddle with their spears.

Right up to Cromwell she guides her mount. So close that Cromwell can feel the heat of the beast on his legs. Close enough to Cromwell that she can reach out and touch him.

She gestures for him to lean forwards.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Not understanding, but having an unexplainable faith in the rightness of the moment, Cromwell obeys.

 

[doghead]

The Goblin Shaman

The goblin shaman reaches up and runs her fingers lightly over Cromwells face in the manner that blind people will do in order to 'see' what you look like.

Then, with a quiet sigh, she with draws her hand.

Cromwell: [sblock]In a quiet voice, so quiet Cromwell has to strain to hear it she mummers in the goblin tongue, "For a while I doubted the reading, we were not wrong in this, so perhaps the rest will be true. I must be stonger. We all must be."[/sblock]

She heels her worg around in a circle and comes to a halt some 10 feet in front of everyone once more.

"There is a little daylight left. I suggest you use it to look into what lies within the ruins, being that you are somewhat ineffectual in the dark. Well, most of you."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Cromwell frowns, shooting a questioning look in Nate's direction. Suitably briefed on the situation, he looks in himself, unhindered by the shadows, and indicates that they should continue their previous investigation. As Fredar enters, and Cromwell readies himself to intervene, he addresses himself to the Shamaness. "Of what signifigance are these ruins?"

 

[DrZombie]

"Here we go again" sighs Nate, as he readies himself to jump between Fredar and the wolf.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Fredar sighs, too. "Well, let's get this done, then." He sets his shield down by the entrance to the broken keep, fixes his gaze on the wolf (ooc: is it still in the exact same position, even after the last ten minutes?), and steps cautiously into the ruins.

 

[doghead]

At the ruins on the hill

ooc: Going to wait on Fredar's call before moving on.

Here is the map again: Hill fort ruins.

 

[Maerdwyn]

ooc: yup, Fredar is moving in towards the center opening (second from the left), hand on sling, and ready to flee, screaming like a little girl if necessary.

If nothing seem to be happening after about 30ft, he'll try to get better looks at the two side chambers. If he gets all the way to the opening, he'll look quickly back to his companions as if to ask "Should I go closer?"