IndyPendant's Sunless Citadel
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IndyPendant
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Ydyr opens the door gingerly--and discovers that, indeed, there are no traps. The door leads to a small storage room, roughly twenty feet to a side. The north and south walls are stacked halfway to the ceiling with ill-made crates, boxes and barrels. A clear path allows easy access to the far door--also closed.
Jerek approaches that door cautiously and begins examining it, as Kuma and Ydyr listen carefully again to the far side. Jerek again determines that the door is neither locked nor trapped--but this time, Ydyr and Kuma can just make out quiet voices muttering agitatedly on the far side of the door, although they can't discern the words.
Somewhere on the other side of that door, and not very far away from it, are at least two--no, three--humanoids.
Jerek approaches that door cautiously and begins examining it, as Kuma and Ydyr listen carefully again to the far side. Jerek again determines that the door is neither locked nor trapped--but this time, Ydyr and Kuma can just make out quiet voices muttering agitatedly on the far side of the door, although they can't discern the words.
Somewhere on the other side of that door, and not very far away from it, are at least two--no, three--humanoids.
Sorrow The Man Bear
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Lehko snaps to again, a wry grin spreading on his face. "Plan A is diplomacy, no? I say we knock. It seems impolite to have weapons drawn and ready to burst in. If you want, I'll do it." He rises and steps tword the door, preparing as if to knock when he pauses, turning to Heirimund. "How do you say hello in goblin?"
Kuma grumbles, "This is a mistake. We cannot befriend both sides in this feud. If I'd my way, none here would be spared the blade...but if we must ally, then let us choose our allies and our enemies, and act as such. To make promises of friendship to some, then turn around and offer the same to their enemies...it stinks of dishonor and deceit."
Sorrow The Man Bear
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Lehko whirls swiftly on Kuma, keeping his tone a harsh whisper. "What would you have us do Kuma? Assault them head on, get ourselves killed?! Is there no honor in peace? Who's to say that once the corrupting influence of the Druid has passed there can't be a truce negotiated, by a party in good standing with both? There is nothing wrong with proceeding cautiosly and with a modicum of intelligence. Ther's fdar too much hapoping in the world for the blacks and whites to have meaning do what you have to to survive, I learned that early." He turns swiftly, mind made up by his recent speech, and rapps on the doorsharly twice, calling "Hello?" Doing his best to repeat the word heirimund spoke and give it in a friendly enough tone.
(ooc: I will note, that there is plenty of time between telling Kuma off (nothing personal dude) and knocking for somebody to try to stop him)
(ooc: I will note, that there is plenty of time between telling Kuma off (nothing personal dude) and knocking for somebody to try to stop him)
IndyPendant
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Lehko cockily raps loudly on the door--and the voices on the other side instantly hush.
A brief, intense discussion can be heard, followed by a hard thumping noise and a goblin curse. Moments later, the door is pulled open by a lone, terrified goblin, who quickly skitters backwards while rubbing a welt at his temple. The open door reveals what seems to be the entire remaining goblin tribe fanned in an arc facing you in the hall beyond.
So much for only two or three goblins.
Your first impression is that there are well over a dozen goblins and hobgoblins here, armed and armoured, spears and shields held tensely. One hobgoblin, flanked by a small guard, is obviously the leader. He simply stands and watches you, not moving except to bark out an abrupt few words in goblin, which Heirmund very quietly translates loosely as "Demons. Pfagh."
The tension in the air is palpable; even those without any skill in sensing others' motives know that at the slightest misstep they will attack en masse.
And then Terrek begins to growl low in his throat, teeth savagely bared and eyes blazing with hatred, startlingly loud in the stark silence.
A brief, intense discussion can be heard, followed by a hard thumping noise and a goblin curse. Moments later, the door is pulled open by a lone, terrified goblin, who quickly skitters backwards while rubbing a welt at his temple. The open door reveals what seems to be the entire remaining goblin tribe fanned in an arc facing you in the hall beyond.
So much for only two or three goblins.
Your first impression is that there are well over a dozen goblins and hobgoblins here, armed and armoured, spears and shields held tensely. One hobgoblin, flanked by a small guard, is obviously the leader. He simply stands and watches you, not moving except to bark out an abrupt few words in goblin, which Heirmund very quietly translates loosely as "Demons. Pfagh."
The tension in the air is palpable; even those without any skill in sensing others' motives know that at the slightest misstep they will attack en masse.
And then Terrek begins to growl low in his throat, teeth savagely bared and eyes blazing with hatred, startlingly loud in the stark silence.
JimAde
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Jerek swallows audibly. At Lehko's speech he had lowered his bow (though still holding it) and now he nervously flicks one finger against the feather of his nocked arrow. He takes a deep breath and calms visibly as he selects his target. Then he casts his eye quickly at Heirmund, who alone can speak to the goblins.
[OOC: If the fur starts to fly, Jerek will take a shot at the goblin leader first. Hopefully that won't happen, though...]
[OOC: If the fur starts to fly, Jerek will take a shot at the goblin leader first. Hopefully that won't happen, though...]
