The Bold Adventures of Poins--In the Woods!

[Rhialto]

With Devon's badger companion in the lead He and Graf (If I may be so bold as to write for him) head east toward the goblins.

It takes you several hours to get there, but as Tristan stated, finding them proves no problem for an experienced woodsman--they leave such an obvious trail of abuse it's like tracking where a fire has been. The goblins seem to have organized one central camp, in a clearing they have hacked out of the woods. Presently, four Hill Goblins and two Mountain Goblins seem to be on guard, while the a handful of others are lougning around, looking bored and unhappy.

 

[jkason]

Liev

Liev cursed his miserable, unjust luck. What had he done to deserve this? He'd just been making his living, the usual way, when, two nights ago, he'd heard what sounded like a troop of men marching through the woods. Suspecting merchants--or even cheap mercenaries--who'd gotten lost, he decided to try the 'burning bush' trick, which usually worked wonders. Well, it did work on most of the goblins who turned out to be the troop. Unfortunately Lord Agrid wasn't one of them, and he'd had those--women of his track Liev down and beat the snot out of him. Since then, he'd been kept at the Goblin's camp--in Agrid's tent, actually--where the Goblin had amused himself by chatting amiably with the young man into the small hours of the night, usually about all sorts of horrible things that Lieve mercifully couldn't quite remember the next day. Liev was quite worried when today, Icya--the craziest, nastiest of the women, of whom Lord Agrid seemed especially fond--came back with a report that resulted in a rather bruised Nibelung being dragged in and restrained a few hours later. He didn't know why, but it seemed to put Lord Agrid in a good mood--and Liev had already learned that things that put Lord Agrid in a good mood were generally things that put sane people in a bad mood...

Liev officially hated goblins.

Before all of this, he didn't have an opinion. Okay, he thought his way of living off travelers was better, since it didn't involve all that bloody disemboweling and the like, but as long as they weren't his bowels, why get in the middle of it? But what did he get for all that professional courtesy? Tied and gagged to a post having to listen to long speeches about getting his own throat slit and, worse, watching evil goblin flirting. He really never needed to see that again.

Trying to shake the image from his mind, Liev assessed: him, a formidable looking hob and a big mean dog. One gob. Great odds, if it weren't for the damn ropes.

Liev tried to catch the hob's eye with what he hoped was an "any ideas?" look.

 

[Brain]

Hemaor slowly shifts around a bit, testing the give of his bonds. He observes his surroundings and his new guard carefully. He looks at the other prisoner curiously. He dares not speak yet.

What horrible things have I stumbled upon? This lord and lady seem both powerful and dark of heart. They have some sort of nasty plan in store for me. Sounds like some sort of prophecy or something, and I'm the unlucky bastard who fit their vision.

Hemaor tries to see if his wolf is anywhere nearby. If it is not, he panics a little bit, struggling to be free.

 

[Rhialto]

Hemaor slowly shifts around a bit, testing the give of his bonds. He observes his surroundings and his new guard carefully. He looks at the other prisoner curiously. He dares not speak yet.

What horrible things have I stumbled upon? This lord and lady seem both powerful and dark of heart. They have some sort of nasty plan in store for me. Sounds like some sort of prophecy or something, and I'm the unlucky bastard who fit their vision.

Hemaor tries to see if his wolf is anywhere nearby. If it is not, he panics a little bit, struggling to be free.

Unfortunately, his wolf is nowhere to be seen. After about an hour, during which Greffa stands around impassively, glaring at her charges, a cringing Wood Goblin enters the tent, holding a small bundle under her arms. "Mistress Greffa... Mistress Greffa," she whines.

"What is it, greenskin?" asks the Mountain Goblin loftily.

"Well, Mistress Greffa," squeaks the little Wood Goblin nervously. "I don't know how, but--" She gulps. "Your tent is on fire."

"WHAT?" Greffa glares at her, then heads out the tent's entrance. "I'm going to take care of things. You watch these scum for me."

The Wood Goblin waits for her to leave, then draws a knife from her side. She quickly darts forward, and cuts the pair loose, then hands them the sack. "Here are your weapons. Your wolf's in the big tent at the edge of camp, the one with the flag with a black skull on it. Get your stuff in order, and then try to get out of here."

 

[jkason]

The Wood Goblin waits for her to leave, then draws a knife from her side. She quickly darts forward, and cuts the pair loose, then hands them the sack. "Here are your weapons. Your wolf's in the big tent at the edge of camp, the one with the flag with a black skull on it. Get your stuff in order, and then try to get out of here."

Note to self: Wood Goblins escape the horse dung hell I'm wishing on the rest of the gobs, Liev decides, taking his shortspear from his unexpected ally and strapping his case of crossbow bolts back into place.

"Thanks," he pipes up. As he's quickly grabbing up the rest of his things, he addresses the dwarf.

"Here's the thing: I'm more of a sneak than a fighter. I'm not much for the hacking and slashing, but I suspect that's what it might take to get out of here in a not dead way. You, I'm going to guess, are a far sight better with the chopping things in twain. What say I help you sneak your dog out, and you work on dismembering any gobs that happen to notice us?"

His backpack seated, Liev ties his spell component bag back to his belt, turning his attentions to the goblin who freed them. "I don't suppose you know which direction's got the least of your kin milling about, ready to skewer us, do you?"

 

[Rhialto]

Note to self: Wood Goblins escape the horse dung hell I'm wishing on the rest of the gobs, Liev decides, taking his shortspear from his unexpected ally and strapping his case of crossbow bolts back into place.

"Thanks," he pipes up. As he's quickly grabbing up the rest of his things, he addresses the dwarf.

"Here's the thing: I'm more of a sneak than a fighter. I'm not much for the hacking and slashing, but I suspect that's what it might take to get out of here in a not dead way. You, I'm going to guess, are a far sight better with the chopping things in twain. What say I help you sneak your dog out, and you work on dismembering any gobs that happen to notice us?"

His backpack seated, Liev ties his spell component bag back to his belt, turning his attentions to the goblin who freed them. "I don't suppose you know which direction's got the least of your kin milling about, ready to skewer us, do you?"

"They aren't my kin," she notes. "At least, not close enough to count, by my standards. But don't worry--most of them are guarding the sites Mr. 'High and Mighty' Stargaze has got staked out, so getting out of here should be easy. I also would appreciate it if you could kill Greffa as a favor, because otherwise Agrid and his little gilly girl are going to roast me over a fire when they get back."

 

[Brain]

Hemaor grabs any of his equipment from the sack and straps it on or wields it, apparently ignoring the others' speech until he is satisfied that he is armed and armored. Then he turns to the wood goblin. "My thanks. Maybe you should come with us? Your future here is likely short and bloody."

To the human, "Yes, I'll handle any resistance with my axe. They had better not have harmed my wolf. We go there first."

Hemaor goes to the tent flap and peers out, ready to make a dash for the large tent with the skull.

 

[Rhialto]

Hemaor grabs any of his equipment from the sack and straps it on or wields it, apparently ignoring the others' speech until he is satisfied that he is armed and armored. Then he turns to the wood goblin. "My thanks. Maybe you should come with us? Your future here is likely short and bloody."

To the human, "Yes, I'll handle any resistance with my axe. They had better not have harmed my wolf. We go there first."

Hemaor goes to the tent flap and peers out, ready to make a dash for the large tent with the skull.

"Heh. Don't worry. I can take care of myself." She ducks down, and darts towards the other end of the tent, then glances back at the pair. "Good luck." With that she rolls under the tent's other flap.

"Pesh!" cries Greffa. "What is the meaning of--" She enters the tent, then stops and stares at Hemaor and Liev, clearly shocked.

(OOC: Surprise Round. In your favor.)

 

[jkason]

"Heh. Don't worry. I can take care of myself." She ducks down, and darts towards the other end of the tent, then glances back at the pair. "Good luck." With that she rolls under the tent's other flap.

"Pesh!" cries Greffa. "What is the meaning of--" She enters the tent, then stops and stares at Hemaor and Liev, clearly shocked.

(OOC: Surprise Round. In your favor.)

Liev's response is a series of odd clicks and popping sounds. As he makes the final pop, a burst of light erupts in Greffa's face.

[OOC: Liev casts Flare directly in front of Greffa. Fort save to negate being dazzled vs. DC 13 (10 +0 spell level +3 Cha)]

 

[Brain]

Hemaor quick-draws his axe and attacks, hoping to silence Greffa quickly.