D&D 5E Ironfang Invasion (IC)

Loosh volunteers to guard the carcass while someone gets a better butcher. (Though he hopes a few others will stay with him, with beasts like this about in this forest, not to mention goblins nearby.)
 

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"Absolutely," Flint agrees with Vin. "We'll stay here with the beast and our, er, guest, while you guys get Aubrin and someone who knows his way around dead animals."
 

OOC: Everyone but one or two ought to stay here with the boar and prisoner. We're going to need a lot of hands to carry all that meat back.


"Right, I'm off then," Corsa says. "If one or two of you wants to come along, feel free. Otherwise, I'll be back with Aubrin and some hunters soon." She heads out of the clearing.
 
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Corsa and those that go with her quickly head to the camp and return a little under an hour later with Aubrin, two hunters and several other fit townspeople wanting to help carry the meat back into the camp.

As the two hunters start to work on skinning the carcass Aubrin moves to Edran, “Is what Corsa told me true, are you who she says you are?”

Swallowing hard, Edran nods, “Yes, what she told you is true.”

“Normally I would say we should slit your throat and leave you here to die, but after that attack, after I’ve watched my city burn, well you are the least of my problems now. If you aren’t with them, then you aren’t my concern.” Aubrin said her expression hard.

Turning to the group Aubrin shrugs her shoulders, “I say we let him come to camp but we keep a close eye on him, but I’m not the one running the show, we are all in this together. I am strongly against letting him go, he knows the way to our camp, or almost to our camp, but beside that I’m open ideas. Any recommendations?”
 

Remembering a mutiny aboard a ship he served on as a youth, Loosh imagines a scenario where Edran informs the hobgoblins where the camp is, in a foolish attempt to save his own skin. In Loosh's imagination, the hobgoblins kill him anyway, but then use the information to slaughter the camp.

"She's right, of course. Now that he is here we can't just send him off. And we can't kill him for being foreign, (I'm foreign too). We have to take him with us. I am sorry to say this, Edran, but for now, it is safest for us all if we take you as a prisoner. For now."
 

Flint nods.

"I'll keep an eye on him."

The dwarf grabs his axe and stares hard at the prisoner. He does not realize the effect is somewhat diminished by the pretty magical lights dancing over his head.
 

Corsa raises an eyebrow at Aubrin. She'd given the Ranger too much credit--not a mistake Corsa made often.

Finally, she shrugs. "A mistake...but it's yours to make. This isn't my land to defend."
 

Vin listened to the conversation around him with some consternation, it seemed no one wanted to make decisions and Corsa was quite right; this was their land.

"Aubrin, like it or not you are a defacto leader of your people," he smiled as he spoke to take the edge off the words. "If you don't feel comfortable with that then you might need to form a small council of three people to act as decision makers for the tough calls,
and believe me there are more to come."


Pointing at Edran, "Me? I'd just as soon as cut his throat and be done with it." he lied smoothly. "But I don't think the law would look kindly on that. Keep him prisoner if you want, but we have a band of our enemy looking for us and our people do not have a defensible position as yet. Maybe we should take care of those?"
 

Aubrin shook her head, “You may be giving me too much credit, these people looked up to me when I told tales in a bar, but it is you and your group that saved most of them, they have as much respect for me as they do you.”

“I hope you are wrong Corsa, and I know where you are coming from, but with so many dead, I won’t have another on my hands yet.”

“Let us carry what we can and get back to town, Vin is right we need to find a defensible camp.”
 

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