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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 3961992" data-attributes="member: 16069">Turn 7.5: I spy.“Oh that was a great song, well done everybody- St. Cuthbert will be pleased.”The Priest hugs Jeff St. Cuthbert, the Goblin looks frightened, and confused.“Get a room.” Aleso snickers and mocks.DMs Interlude, sad to say but the following actually happened.“I’ve got it.” Saradomin shouts.“Well don’t give it to me.” Aleso guffaws, and gets odd looks.“The perfect plan.”“Go on then?” Dartamor enquires.“We send Jeff back; to the other Goblins, to spy on them; the Chief and the Priestess- discover their tactics in the forthcoming confrontation. St. Cuthbert, bless me, but I’m a genius, it’s foolproof.”Dartamor considers the plan.“Genius. Genius.” And once more to be sure, “genius”, Grand Alf’s on board.“You want to let him go.” Aleso nods towards Jeff, “back to the others, to spy on them. Then return to us with their tactics. You want him… to do that?” Aleso looks disgusted.“Yes.” Saradomin states.“It’s genius-like in its simplicity.” Grand Alf addsAleso considers some more, then shakes his head, “Saradomin you are, and I hate to say this… You are a brilliant man.”“Genius.” Grand Alf adds.“Right then”, Saradomin claps his hands together, “Dartamor tell Jeff to tell the chief that he is the sole survivor of our attack, that we were much weakened in the fracas and that we’ll probably be having our tea and generally lazing around- all unprepared, in say… twenty minutes or so. Then tell him that he should sneak back to us before the twenty minutes are up and tell us how they’re going to attack, their exact numbers, strengths and weaknesses, their insecurities and worries, and any internecine rivalries that exist. That should about do it. ”Dartamor thinks about it, then nods and sets to work translating all of the above.Aleso chucks Saradomin on the arm, “good work.”Saradomin blushes a little.Grand Alf wanders over, its clear he’s thinking, either that or constipated.“I have a worry, just a niggle mind.”“Go on.” Saradomin replies.“Well look at him.”Aleso and Saradomin stare at Jeff, who is nodding, very slowly, smiling thinly, and thinking exactly the same thoughts as you are dear reader.“What about him?” Saradomin asks.“Yes, what?” Aleso adds.“Does he look Gobliny enough to you?” Grand Alf worries and chews a nail.The two holy men consider Grand Alf’s point.“Grand Alf… you may have something there.” Saradomin finally admits.“He needs a disguise.” Aleso declares.“Good work.” Saradomin nods and pats Aleso on the back, the Paladin smiles.“I’ve got it.”Grand Alf scuttles over to the fallen Bugbear, grabs the creature’s helm, looks at it for a bit- from every angle. Then shimmies over to Jeff and places it on the Goblin’s head, its far too big for…“Perfect.” Saradomin declares.“Better than perfect, very perfect.” Aleso states and folds his arms- content.Two minutes later with a false smile nailed on his face Jeff St. Cuthbert is on his way out of the chamber and back to his people.“Oi. Where do you think you’re going?” Jerky bars the Goblin’s path. Jeff looks terrified.“No need”, Aleso ushers Jerky aside, pats Jeff on the head, actually raps him on the helmet, and gestures for the Goblin to go on.“Don’t worry Jerky he’ll be back, we’ve disguised Jeff as a Goblin in order for him to return to his brothers in arms and discover their tactics in the forthcoming battle, to sow confusion and doubt in their ranks. To give us the edge, it’s a genius plan- I had a hand in it of course, the disguise was my idea.”“Why?” Jerky snaps back.“Why what?” “Why does he need a disguise?”“To make him look like a proper Goblin, we don’t want them to see through our ruse; Jeff will be our Trodden Horse.”“Our what?”“Trodden Horse, it’s a classic tactic in warfare.”“Trodden Horse?”“Hmmm.” Aleso salutes the departing Jeff St. Cuthbert who turns one last time, shrugs and waves, and then legs it through the northern exit.  “He’s a brave little Goblin.” Aleso wipes a tear from his eye, he’s still saluting, “what were you saying?”Jerky looks very confused.“What if he doesn’t come back?” He asks.Saradomin swans through the door, waves slowly, even though Jeff is about home by now.“Then his death will not have been in vain. We will make sure of that.”“We will not see his like again.” Grand Alf states as he joins the crowd.Jerky stares at the three figures in tableau, then shakes his head.“Forget I said anything. In fact forget everything I’ve ever said. That’s it.” Jerky mimes sewing his lips shut.The Gnome wanders off to sit down out of the light, somewhere away from the madding crowd.“Twenty minutes.” Saradomin states.“What shall we do?” Aleso asks.“I’m going to make tea and have my sandwiches.” Grand Alf states and shuffles back into the chamber.“I think I’ll take my armour off then and give it a good clean.” Aleso heads in.“I think I’ll have a snooze.” Saradomin declares and mooches off.Next Turn: But why?</blockquote>

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