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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Viktyr Gehrig" data-source="post: 1239359" data-attributes="member: 9249">On the road to Pike Falls: The mercenaries sat around the campfire, staring expectantly at Dagan's prisoner. Dagan himself sat next to the goblin, his hand resting heavily on the back of the goblin's neck. Dagger leaned in towards the goblin conspiratorily and whispered, "Do you speak Common?" The goblin shook his head unconvincingly. Dagger glanced pointedly at Dagan, who tightened his grip on the goblin's neck. Dagger smiled sweetly. "Would you like to answer that again?" Pained, the goblin nodded. "Speak Common good." Dagger nodded, still smiling. "Are you lost?" The goblin paused, and then, hesitantly answered. "Yes?" Dagger shook her head. From the other side of the campfire, Ortac cheerily opined, "Hmm. I think he's lying, Boss." Still shaking her head, Dagger put her little hand on the goblin's knee and looked him in the eye. Gently, she whispered, "If you don't tell my friends the truth, I'm going to have to interrogate you."  The goblin's eyes widened. "Interrogate? What's that?" Dagger smiled again, and a terrible light shone behind her eyes. Without losing any of the innocence in her voice, she explained, "Interrogation is where I do bad things to you until you tell us the truth." Gulping, the goblin quickly agreed to answer all their questions-- and to lead them to his camp. A short walk later, the mercenaries are short distance from the camp, looking in. A lone sentry sits next to the campfire, slowly roasting something inside what looks like a riding boot. A dozen or so crude tents stood hapazardly around the fire, with one larger tent standing out. Dagger smiled at the goblin. "Are you happy to be home?" Hesitantly, the goblin nodded-- then winced as Dagger's knife slid under his ribs and into his lung. He wheezed a couple of times and then collapsed. Dagger closed the goblin's eyes and stroked his cheek. "I'm glad. Thank you." Dagan shook his head. "How are we going to get in there without alerting the camp?" Ortac smirked. "I've got this one." He pulled one of his adamantine sling bullets from his pouch and readied his sling. After a couple of quick twists to get up to speed, he loosed the bullet at the sentry, striking him directly in the forehead. The goblin fell over backwards and lay still. Ortac walked directly to the sentry and retrieved his bullet, then checked on the goblin's cooking. He smiled as he discovered a nearly-done kitten, which he offered to share with Dagan. Dagan eagerly accepted a piece; it felt like he hadn't eaten in days, and the meatless trail rations they carried never satisfied him. Dagger pulled on Dagan's belt. "We should go talk to their leader." Dagger and Dagan snuck into the chief's tent easily, the goblins' drunken snoring covering what little noise they made as they walked. Dagan casually slide one of his punching daggers from his wrist sheath as they stepped over several drunken goblin women to get closer to the chief. With one hand covering his mouth, and the other holding a punch dagger to his eye, Dagan woke the goblin subchieftain. The goblin struggled for a moment, until Dagan tightened his grip on the goblin's face and dug the tip of the dagger into the skin of his face. In a tight whisper, Dagan demanded, "Are you going to behave now?" The goblin nodded. "Do not scream." Dagan lifted his hand off the goblin's mouth, but kept it close in case the goblin turned out to be terminally stupid. Then, awkwardly, Dagan asked, "We want to... uh... know where the rest of your... people are..." Dagger whispered to Dagan, "Ask him where his boss is." The subchieftain gulped and made vague noises about a temple in the mountains near Pike Falls. Dagan nodded. "We're leaving. If you make so much as a sound before the sun rises, I'll come back and kill you." He leaned in menacingly towards the subchieftain's face and dug the tip of the punch dagger into his cheek. "Very slowly." Terrified, the goblin nodded. Dagger and Dagan snuck out of the chief's tent as easily as they had snuck in. Ortac looked up from his half-eaten kitten. "So, what now?" Dagger shrugged. "My plan was to kill them all." Dagan shook his head again; he always found Dagger's bloodlust a little disturbing. "We can use them later." Dagger frowned and shot him a piercing look. "I don't like using stupid things." While Ortac and Dagan finished their discussion about how to handle the rest of the goblins, Dagger walked over to the goblin sentry and searched him. In his belt pouch, she found two silver pieces and another half-starved, terrified kitten. Dagger smiled. "Kitty!" Calming the kitten down, she placed it on her shoulder, where it's all-white fur stood in sharp contrast to her black hair and black dress. Starving, the kitten mewed plaintively; Dagger cut small pieces from Ortac's unfinished meal and fed them to her new pet on the tip of her knife. Dagan and Ortac were still arguing over how to handle the goblins, when finally, Dagan conceded, "Look, your plan might work. If you want to kill them, I won't stop you-- I just don't like killing helpless things." Dagger perked up. "I don't have a problem killing anything. Besides, my kitty's still hungry." With Del unwilling to take sides, Ortac and Dagger outweighed Dagan's reservations, and they quickly decided that quietly killing the rest of the goblins was the prudent course-- it was, after all, what they were hired to do. Dagger pulled on Dagan's belt again. "Will you hold my kitty?" Dagan grumbled and took hold of the kitten. "If I must." Dagger frowned. "Hold kitty nicely." Dagan sighed. Then, for the next hour, Dagger and Ortac efficiently slaughtered the rest of the goblin scouting party in their sleep-- except for the subchieftain and his women. Dagger felt that they should be left alone, since he had been so quiet and well-behaved since she and Dagan had left his tent.</blockquote>

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