The Bold Adventures of Poins--In the Woods!

[Rhialto]

While Hemaor's boldfaced lie is far too stupid to take any goblins in, the sight of a bloodied Nibelung, and a running human sends them into a panic, especially the smaller Hill Goblins. The pair easily make it to the tent, where a slightly heavyset Mountain Goblin blinks at them, apparently being woken up from his nap. "Hey, you aren't supposed to be here..." he notes in confusion.

Hemaor's wolf lies whimpering on the floor...

 

[Brain]

Hemaor looks to his wolf to see why it is whimpering. He tries to quickly determine the goblin's profession or task here.

Is he a torturer or a medic? Or just a animal keeper?

 

[Rhialto]

Given the armor and the sword on its side, Hemaor is forced to put it as a 'guard'.

As for why it is whimpering, while Hemaor can't be certain simply by looking, he does recall that Icya poisoned it.

 

[jkason]

While Hemaor's boldfaced lie is far too stupid to take any goblins in, the sight of a bloodied Nibelung, and a running human sends them into a panic, especially the smaller Hill Goblins. The pair easily make it to the tent, where a slightly heavyset Mountain Goblin blinks at them, apparently being woken up from his nap. "Hey, you aren't supposed to be here..." he notes in confusion.

Hemaor's wolf lies whimpering on the floor...

Liev draws his crossbow on the fat gob. He's already sick of the fighting, but a weapon needn't be fired to be a threat. Besides, Liev had a few other options to try first. Surely gobs could be as gullible as any other humanoid, right? And taking advantage of that was right up the young man's alley.

"No, you and your kind aren't supposed to be here," Liev barks out. "The Emporer's troops are here to get rid of you once and for all. Surrender now and he might just exile you instead of the usual drawing and quartering."

[OOC: Not sure if this is Bluff or Intimidate. Bluff is at +7, Intimidate is just untrained with the +3 Cha modifier.]

 

[Rhialto]

OOC: That'd be a Bluff. Roll 3, +7= 10

The fat goblin stares at you for a moment, then runs screaming from the tent. "Help! Help! Empire! Going to kill me! Help!"

 

[jkason]

OOC: That'd be a Bluff. Roll 3, +7= 10

The fat goblin stares at you for a moment, then runs screaming from the tent. "Help! Help! Empire! Going to kill me! Help!"

"Okay, I was hoping for the not-screaming option, but I'll take running in terror," Liev says. "It is my milieu, after all."

"I think now would be a good time to run out the back," Liev says over his shoulder to the Nibelung kneeling next to its wolf. "If you can cut us a rear exit, I've got an idea to keep them from running in the front."

 

[Brain]

Hemaor is currently trying to check out his wolf, make sure that it doesn't still have blades sticking out of it. He will try to clean any wounds he can and see if it is willing to move.

 

[Rhialto]

The wolf is fine, and the wounds have been healed.

 

[jkason]

Liev straps the crossbow to his leg and positions himself near the Nibelung and his wolf. He faces the entrance to the tent, fingers twitching, feeling for the energy in the air to let him throw out one of his nastier tricks.

[OOC: If the goblins start in the entrance, Liev's going to cast Burning Hands]

 

[Brain]

Hemaor mutters a quick prayer in his native tongue, then saddles up the wolf and mounts up. "Yeah, we'll go out the back."

Hemaor doesn't just hew into the fabric with his axe, he brings out his boot dagger and cuts a doorway large enough for him to ride through.