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<blockquote data-quote="silentspace" data-source="post: 1167210" data-attributes="member: 14316">Alan helps the guard strip the hobgoblin he killed.&nbsp; The hobgoblin wore studded leather armor, a small shield, a javelin, a longsword, and 6 sp.&nbsp; He sees the other guard stripping the other hobgoblins.&nbsp; There is a total of nine sets of equipment and 47 sp.&nbsp; The guards take all the equipment and silver.&nbsp; “Darien will sell this and give us a share later,” they say.&nbsp;&nbsp; Moping, Alan climbs back onto his horse and rides slowly back to the rest of the caravan.Rowyn lets her inspiring song die as she examines the battle site.&nbsp; She sees nothing out of the ordinary.Zanock stops his charge and turns around, jogging back to the caravan. Bert finds a suitable hole in the ground.&nbsp; Darien and the guards watch in astonishment as divine power flows the halfling, and the hole fills with water.&nbsp; All the animals head over to take a drink.&nbsp; Darien is even more astonished as Bert channels Fharlangan’s healing power into him.&nbsp; Alan is now at full health.&nbsp; Darien is cured 5 hp.Back at the caravan, Dunathar remounts his horse quietly, while keeping his eye out for other intruders.Meanwhile Moondance flies over the group, keeping an eye out as well.&nbsp; He doesn’t see any dangers.Darien picks up a hobgoblin war banner and tucks it into his saddlebag.&nbsp; He looks troubled as he does so.&nbsp; Then he looks up and grins heartily at Rowyn, Zanock, Alan, and Bert.&nbsp; “Well done!” he says, very pleased.&nbsp; You help Darien and his men gather up any arrows and bolts that survived and return to the caravan.&nbsp; On the way back the two guards start laughing about Dunathar and Etherial again.&nbsp; “Did you see those two frozen in fear?&nbsp; Imagine that, having good war horses and being afraid to chase after a few hobgoblins!”&nbsp; They start clucking like chickens again, laughing heartily.&nbsp; “It’s a good thing they’re not in our squad, eh?&nbsp; Wouldn’t want to rely on that sort when the going gets tough!”&nbsp; Darien seems not to notice their goings on.&nbsp; You see him pull out a dagger and make some notches in his saddle.&nbsp; Looking closer, you see a lot of other notches there, more than you can count easily.&nbsp; He’s smiling to himself as he bandages his remaining wounds.As you return to the caravan, there is a man standing in front of the carriage.&nbsp; He is tall, balding, and somewhat overweight, and wears rich blue colored robes.&nbsp; He gestures for Darien to approach. &quot;Darien, what do you think you are doing?&nbsp; Why chase fleeing creatures?&nbsp; What were they?&nbsp; If you're trying to get extra combat pay for that, you will not.&nbsp; I'm not paying you to chase every creature we see!&quot;&quot;But Mr Glendrake, sir, those were hobgoblins!”“They were hobgoblins?”“Yes sir, they were hobgoblins.&nbsp; You know how dangerous hobgoblins are.&nbsp; It's safer to not let them go and alert their tribe that a caravan is passing by!&nbsp; As you know, the average hobgoblin tribe is over 150 warriors!&nbsp; Tribes with 300 warriors are not uncommon.&nbsp; The average orc band is only about 70 orcs.&nbsp; Hobgoblins are more disciplined than orcs, which makes them more dangerous.&nbsp; We would not be able to fight off a hobgoblin tribe if they decide they wanted to take this caravan.”Glendrake peers off in the direction of the dead hobgoblins nervously.“But its even worse than that, sir.”&nbsp; He pulls out the hobgoblin war banner, &quot;this is the Red Claw Clan, they are an extremely powerful tribe.&nbsp; Word is they number over a thousand.&nbsp; If they decided they wanted to take the caravan, we could do nothing to stop them.&quot;Glendrake examines the war banner thoughtfully.&nbsp; &quot;Very well Darien. You did well.&nbsp; I will give you your combat pay for today's action.&quot;&nbsp; He looks at the new party members, his eyes darting from one to the next.&nbsp; He seems to be evaluating your worth.&nbsp; “Well, what are you looking at?”&nbsp; (Only the four who were with Darien are present)</blockquote>

[QUOTE="silentspace, post: 1167210, member: 14316"] Alan helps the guard strip the hobgoblin he killed. The hobgoblin wore studded leather armor, a small shield, a javelin, a longsword, and 6 sp. He sees the other guard stripping the other hobgoblins. There is a total of nine sets of equipment and 47 sp. The guards take all the equipment and silver. “Darien will sell this and give us a share later,” they say. Moping, Alan climbs back onto his horse and rides slowly back to the rest of the caravan. Rowyn lets her inspiring song die as she examines the battle site. She sees nothing out of the ordinary. Zanock stops his charge and turns around, jogging back to the caravan. Bert finds a suitable hole in the ground. Darien and the guards watch in astonishment as divine power flows the halfling, and the hole fills with water. All the animals head over to take a drink. Darien is even more astonished as Bert channels Fharlangan’s healing power into him. Alan is now at full health. Darien is cured 5 hp. Back at the caravan, Dunathar remounts his horse quietly, while keeping his eye out for other intruders. Meanwhile Moondance flies over the group, keeping an eye out as well. He doesn’t see any dangers. Darien picks up a hobgoblin war banner and tucks it into his saddlebag. He looks troubled as he does so. Then he looks up and grins heartily at Rowyn, Zanock, Alan, and Bert. “Well done!” he says, very pleased. You help Darien and his men gather up any arrows and bolts that survived and return to the caravan. On the way back the two guards start laughing about Dunathar and Etherial again. “Did you see those two frozen in fear? Imagine that, having good war horses and being afraid to chase after a few hobgoblins!” They start clucking like chickens again, laughing heartily. “It’s a good thing they’re not in our squad, eh? Wouldn’t want to rely on that sort when the going gets tough!” Darien seems not to notice their goings on. You see him pull out a dagger and make some notches in his saddle. Looking closer, you see a lot of other notches there, more than you can count easily. He’s smiling to himself as he bandages his remaining wounds. As you return to the caravan, there is a man standing in front of the carriage. He is tall, balding, and somewhat overweight, and wears rich blue colored robes. He gestures for Darien to approach. "Darien, what do you think you are doing? Why chase fleeing creatures? What were they? If you're trying to get extra combat pay for that, you will not. I'm not paying you to chase every creature we see!" "But Mr Glendrake, sir, those were hobgoblins!” “They were hobgoblins?” “Yes sir, they were hobgoblins. You know how dangerous hobgoblins are. It's safer to not let them go and alert their tribe that a caravan is passing by! As you know, the average hobgoblin tribe is over 150 warriors! Tribes with 300 warriors are not uncommon. The average orc band is only about 70 orcs. Hobgoblins are more disciplined than orcs, which makes them more dangerous. We would not be able to fight off a hobgoblin tribe if they decide they wanted to take this caravan.” Glendrake peers off in the direction of the dead hobgoblins nervously. “But its even worse than that, sir.” He pulls out the hobgoblin war banner, "this is the Red Claw Clan, they are an extremely powerful tribe. Word is they number over a thousand. If they decided they wanted to take the caravan, we could do nothing to stop them." Glendrake examines the war banner thoughtfully. "Very well Darien. You did well. I will give you your combat pay for today's action." He looks at the new party members, his eyes darting from one to the next. He seems to be evaluating your worth. “Well, what are you looking at?” (Only the four who were with Darien are present) [/QUOTE]

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