VashTheStampede
Sorry Jawneh
The party's adventure began with a mission to escort a caravan of supplies to Phandalin, a task that quickly escalated into a much larger ordeal. They were hired by Gundren Rockseeker, who was apparently ambushed and taken captive by the Cragmaw Goblins. When following the trail of these goblins, the party added a new member, and eventually located the Cragmaw Hideout. They were successful in freeing Gundren's associate, Sildar Hallwinter, an agent of the Lords' Alliance with his own unknown mission in Phandalin to complete.
The party successfully navigated the goblin-infested cave, engaging in several skirmishes that tested their mettle and unity. Notably, they encountered and defeated a bugbear named Klarg in a fierce battle. Klarg's defeat yielded valuable loot, including supplies bearing the emblem of the Lionshield Coster, a merchant company from Phandalin, and along the way they have revealed connections to a larger threat involving a figure named Ruxithid and a place called Cragmaw Castle, where it is assumed Gundren has made a prisoner.
With the break of dawn, the adventurers readied themselves to leave the cave, their spirits lifted by the prospect of new adventures in Phandalin and the challenges that awaited them there. Their journey promised not only the fulfillment of their initial mission but also the opportunity to delve deeper into the mysteries surrounding both Ruxithid and Cragmaw Castle...
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Dude wakes up from his long nap, still in the chamber with Klarg's remains and the freshly built travois heavily supported by the most valuable of resources - lettuce.
With the long sleep and the support of Sildar, Dude has fully recovered from the intensity of the onslaught he suffered from Klarg. It was intense and emotional.
Dude considers the emotions of the group - and naturally his eyes shift over to T'anks who has been quietly mourning the loss of Klarg. No one has attempted to address her. Dude may have conflicted feelings about her, but his sensitive side prevents him from kicking her when she's clearly down. He feels for what she is going through and her loss makes him think of what he went through with his Grandtorty.
He kept his promise to her, she did not die in this cave. However, Dude can't help but think back to the battle, Dude may look to inspire the group - but she literally saved his life too.
Dude rises to his feet and walks over to T'anks slowly, placing his Tortle claw gently on her shoulder.
...do you need more time?
With the long sleep and the support of Sildar, Dude has fully recovered from the intensity of the onslaught he suffered from Klarg. It was intense and emotional.
Dude considers the emotions of the group - and naturally his eyes shift over to T'anks who has been quietly mourning the loss of Klarg. No one has attempted to address her. Dude may have conflicted feelings about her, but his sensitive side prevents him from kicking her when she's clearly down. He feels for what she is going through and her loss makes him think of what he went through with his Grandtorty.
He kept his promise to her, she did not die in this cave. However, Dude can't help but think back to the battle, Dude may look to inspire the group - but she literally saved his life too.
Dude rises to his feet and walks over to T'anks slowly, placing his Tortle claw gently on her shoulder.
...do you need more time?
Kutshort brings Dragmire to the most easily accessible crate
not a huge variety, but the jerky is quite good
{{ @VashTheStampede how does it smell? }
VashTheStampede
Sorry Jawneh
Lifting a piece of the jerky to his nose, Dragmire takes a cautious sniff. The aroma is rich and savory, a testament to the skill of whoever prepared it. Despite the jerky's journey through goblin hands, it seems to have retained its intended flavor profile, suggesting it was well-preserved
To be honest, I'm not quite sure why it's called ELDRITCH blast in particular now that you mention it. When I was a young hobbit learning about how to use the powers bestowed upon me by my dark patron, Eldritch Blast is what my elders called it. I've seen Eldritch Blasts from other Warlock peers of mine and the colors of theirs always varied slightly. As for me, as you have all seen, my Eldritch Blast takes on a red/black coloration in the shape similar to that of other "beam"-looking spells that shoots in a perfectly straight line.
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That’s very interesting
Kutshort eats some more jerky, sharing with Hopper
maybe during our travels, we’ll find out the origin of that name.
T’ANKS! DUDE! SILDAR! You all ready?
T'anks looks up at Dude, a faint smile creeping across her face. She gives his hand a pat, and then rises to her feet.
Thank you, but no. I'll be fine. She glances down at Klarg, shakes her head, and then looks back towards Dude. Not the first time I've lost my family. ...Never been the type to sit around feeling sorry for myself, though. And we have places to be. I'll be coming with you, of course; I have personal business with your friend's abductor now. And, here.
T'anks hands Dude the crude map Klarg had.
I can't help much with finding the place, unfortunately, but I'm ready to leave whenever.
if it will make you feel better, we can give him a hunter’s funeral, so you can honor the… thing… he was before he came under this outside influence
Also, Hopper could use something fresher than this jerky
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Dude gives T'anks a slight affirming nod and glances at the map that she has handed him. There is a possibility that Dude may be able to do something with this at some point. He rolls up the map and puts it in his bag with his Cartographer's Tools, something the group is not aware that he possesses - but perhaps she sensed Dude may be able to do something with it. But that time will come.
Purveyors of lettuce, let's be on our way then - shall we?
Dude prepares to leave the cave when the rest of the group is ready.
Purveyors of lettuce, let's be on our way then - shall we?
Dude prepares to leave the cave when the rest of the group is ready.
VashTheStampede
Sorry Jawneh
Sildar, now recovered enough from his ordeal and with a determined look in his eyes, expresses his readiness to embark on the journey to Phandalin.
"In Phandalin, we may find someone who can point us toward Cragmaw Castle. It's imperative we find Gundren and ensure his safety. I have my own important task to begin as well, when I arrive."
"In Phandalin, we may find someone who can point us toward Cragmaw Castle. It's imperative we find Gundren and ensure his safety. I have my own important task to begin as well, when I arrive."
Tell me about your task? Maybe we can assist you after we rescue Gundren
VashTheStampede
Sorry Jawneh
Sildar looks to Kutshort, acknowledging his question with a nod. "I have multiple reasons for going to Phandalin," he begins, his voice reflecting a mix of professional duty and personal resolve. "Firstly, I'm a member of the Lords' Alliance, a group dedicated to ensuring the safety and prosperity of cities and towns in the North by promoting the common interests of civilization. My initial mission was to escort Gundren Rockseeker to Phandalin because he claims to have made a discovery that could be of great significance to the region. But that was really more of a cover, a means to get me to the town."
He takes a moment, his gaze shifting to the path ahead as if visualizing his plans. "Additionally, I aim to establish a stronger presence of the Lords' Alliance in Phandalin. The town is growing, and with growth comes the need for order and protection."
He then pauses, as if making a final decision that, yes, these people are to be trusted. "But my primary mission in Phandalin is the matter of Iarno Albrek, a fellow member of the Lords' Alliance. He was my contact in the town, and he had traveled to Phandalin several months ago to be that stronger presence that the town required. We have not heard from him in some time...I intend to find out why."
Sildar's commitment to his duties is clear, his reasons for going to Phandalin deeply intertwined with his sense of responsibility towards both his allies and the broader goals of the Lords' Alliance.
He takes a moment, his gaze shifting to the path ahead as if visualizing his plans. "Additionally, I aim to establish a stronger presence of the Lords' Alliance in Phandalin. The town is growing, and with growth comes the need for order and protection."
He then pauses, as if making a final decision that, yes, these people are to be trusted. "But my primary mission in Phandalin is the matter of Iarno Albrek, a fellow member of the Lords' Alliance. He was my contact in the town, and he had traveled to Phandalin several months ago to be that stronger presence that the town required. We have not heard from him in some time...I intend to find out why."
Sildar's commitment to his duties is clear, his reasons for going to Phandalin deeply intertwined with his sense of responsibility towards both his allies and the broader goals of the Lords' Alliance.
Albrek’s silence sounds serious. Is this something we might need to address before saving Gundren?
VashTheStampede
Sorry Jawneh
"Its hard to say. The fact that Gundren has been taken lends much credence to his discovery of Wave Echo Cave being legitimate. I overheard the goblins conferring before they separated us and one mentioned that someone or something called 'the Spider' sent word that our Dwarven friend was to be brought to him. I assume this would be at Cragmaw Castle. That leads me to believe his danger could be more imminent.
I propose we make our way to Phandalin and separate to cover both concerns. I will begin my investigation into Iarno's whereabouts, and perhaps your group can continue the search for Gundren. I will, of course, lend my aid where possible as well."
I don’t believe it is wise to separate. We do not know who or what caused Iarno's silence, or worse, disappearance. You were already waylaid by goblins. It is smarter to consider safety in numbers.
If my friends or the tiefling would make it hard to be inconspicuous, consider letting me tag along, or you can help us quickly recover Gundren first
((Do I need to roll persuasion or anything?))
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Dude's ears perk up at the sounds of arriving in Phandalin, perhaps this is a town that could use some entertainment. Perhaps the town has some selection of lettuce that he could get his hands on. An inn or a tavern to grab a drink and get to know his fellow adventurers? A blacksmith? A shopping spree? Maybe someone can help him decipher the map T'anks gave him. Or maybe, just maybe - he'll find love.
Tell me, Sildar. Phandalin. Is there a tavern or an inn? I'd like to spend some time there, myself.
Tell me, Sildar. Phandalin. Is there a tavern or an inn? I'd like to spend some time there, myself.
T'anks tilts her head slightly, studying Kutshort as the conversation unfolds. While she has no intention of responding to his barbs, there are nevertheless practical concerns that should be addressed.
There's some truth in what Kutshort says. While you may not have been the primary target during the ambush, the Cragmaws still saw fit to abduct you instead of killing you. Neither is really in this little group's nature; we...
She pauses, sighing and rolling her eyes.
They were a cautious and cowardly lot. Much preferred it when the people aboard the caravans fled or groveled and let them take what they needed. So if they took you, it stands to reason someone put them up to it - and that someone may still be skulking about.
She takes stock of her current appearance, grimaces, and continues.
As for Phandalin, even under the best of circumstances my accompanying any of you will make your task more difficult. Humans aren't the biggest fans of Tieflings to begin with, and I've been in the company of Goblins for years besides. I'll leave the decision to you, but it may be best if I keep some distance.
...In the meantime, I have business outside.
T'anks exits the den ahead of the others and washes away as much of the blood and grime reasonably possible in the stream at the mouth of the cave.
There's some truth in what Kutshort says. While you may not have been the primary target during the ambush, the Cragmaws still saw fit to abduct you instead of killing you. Neither is really in this little group's nature; we...
She pauses, sighing and rolling her eyes.
They were a cautious and cowardly lot. Much preferred it when the people aboard the caravans fled or groveled and let them take what they needed. So if they took you, it stands to reason someone put them up to it - and that someone may still be skulking about.
She takes stock of her current appearance, grimaces, and continues.
As for Phandalin, even under the best of circumstances my accompanying any of you will make your task more difficult. Humans aren't the biggest fans of Tieflings to begin with, and I've been in the company of Goblins for years besides. I'll leave the decision to you, but it may be best if I keep some distance.
...In the meantime, I have business outside.
T'anks exits the den ahead of the others and washes away as much of the blood and grime reasonably possible in the stream at the mouth of the cave.
VashTheStampede
Sorry Jawneh
Sildar's expression softens with gratitude at Kutshort's offer. "I appreciate your willingness to help," he says earnestly. "But the matter of Iarno Albrek is a delicate one, and it might be best if I handle it alone initially. There could be political nuances or sensitive information that might complicate things."
He then shifts his focus, the weight of their primary mission coming back into view. "Right now, our main priority must be to find Gundren Rockseeker. His safety is paramount, not just for his own sake but for what his discovery could mean for the region. If what he has found is what I think it is, it could change the fortunes of Phandalin and the surrounding area for the better."
Sildar's tone is firm, yet there's an undercurrent of urgency in his voice. "Please, let's concentrate our efforts on locating Gundren. Once we've secured his safety, we can turn our attention to other matters. I promise, once I have a better understanding of the situation with Iarno and the Lords' Alliance's interests in Phandalin, I'll share what I can and, if needed, seek your aid."
Sildar nods at Tortle Dude's question, a slight smile forming on his face as if the thought of reaching civilization brings him some comfort. "Yes, there's the Stonehill Inn in the center of Phandalin. It's a decent place to rest and gather information. The owner, Toblen Stonehill, is a friendly sort and quite knowledgeable about the goings-on in town."
He pauses for a moment, considering, then adds, "There's also the Sleeping Giant tap house, though it tends to cater to a rougher crowd. It might not be the best place for a peaceful night's rest, but it could be useful for picking up local rumors or finding out more about these brigand Redbrands," Sildar says, the last word spoken with a hint of disdain.
"Once we're in Phandalin, we can make our way to the Stonehill Inn. It'll serve as a good base while we figure out our next steps and start making inquiries about Gundren and Cragmaw Castle," Sildar concludes, looking to make sure his suggestion aligns with the group's expectations and needs.
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Dude notices the change in Sildar's voice when he says "Redbrands". Dude feels like the Tavern will be a valuable stop at some point in their journey, but perhaps it's for when Dude might be feeling the need to blow off some steam in more ways than one.
I would like to pay Toblen a visit, the Inn sounds like a good place to start when we get there - at least, for me.
Dude turns to address T'anks, but realizes she has left. He has some concern over what she has said.
We should probably think of leaving before more goblins come back...
Dude exits the den and catches up to T'anks.
Dude observes T'anks, with a glistening glow as if she just spent some time splashing in the water or something. He tries to make a light-hearted joke.
...you like spontaneous river baths too, huh devil?
He lets out a light chuckle.
Devil...
I've been thinking about what you said in there... about what the humans will think of you in Phandalin.
Worry not what the humans think of you, for they do not know you. They will judge you by appearance alone, no matter what you do...
Dude pauses, as if reflecting on his own words.
I am not worried by you accompanying us. Just remember, I'm not going to let you die, just like back there.
Dude smirks as he waits with T'anks for the others to catch up.
I would like to pay Toblen a visit, the Inn sounds like a good place to start when we get there - at least, for me.
Dude turns to address T'anks, but realizes she has left. He has some concern over what she has said.
We should probably think of leaving before more goblins come back...
Dude exits the den and catches up to T'anks.
Dude observes T'anks, with a glistening glow as if she just spent some time splashing in the water or something. He tries to make a light-hearted joke.
...you like spontaneous river baths too, huh devil?
He lets out a light chuckle.
Devil...
I've been thinking about what you said in there... about what the humans will think of you in Phandalin.
Worry not what the humans think of you, for they do not know you. They will judge you by appearance alone, no matter what you do...
Dude pauses, as if reflecting on his own words.
I am not worried by you accompanying us. Just remember, I'm not going to let you die, just like back there.
Dude smirks as he waits with T'anks for the others to catch up.
T'anks gives a faint smile at Dude's comment.
Is that so? Because I seem to recall a certain Man Turtle getting the wrong end of the stick yesterday. ...Which I'm sorry about.
Listen. She pauses for a moment, considering her words. I'm not afraid of Humans, and I'm used to how they react. To most, I'm either a pitiful animal or a dangerous Fiend. Not really a whole lot of room for being anything else, especially not a thinking, feeling person.
You, Dragmire, Kutshort - you're different, and I like that. But you have to consider what's best for you, as well as for Sildar and Gundren. The townsfolk won't cooperate if they're angry or afraid.
T'anks offers a small shrug, and then moves more into the sunlight to dry off quicker.
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Dude wonders if she's trying to walk away from the conversation, but if there's one thing she's going to learn, he can have a tendency to be stubborn himself. He walks slightly behind her, not letting this conversation go so easily, but also mindful of the Man Turtle remark, what Klarg first called him...
...You have nothing to apologize for. I chose to follow you in, I chose to put myself in danger... you...
He pauses, trying to think of how to say this.
It’s best for me that you're with us. Devil. You... helped... keep me alive.
Dude pauses, clearly uncomfortable with vocalizing this. He looks at himself as the protector, not the one that needs protecting.
You easily could've let this... man turtle... die.
...There's more to you than that, I saw it in your face when I tossed that goblin's head at you... but... I'm sorry for that.
I needed to know where you stood.
...You have nothing to apologize for. I chose to follow you in, I chose to put myself in danger... you...
He pauses, trying to think of how to say this.
It’s best for me that you're with us. Devil. You... helped... keep me alive.
Dude pauses, clearly uncomfortable with vocalizing this. He looks at himself as the protector, not the one that needs protecting.
You easily could've let this... man turtle... die.
...There's more to you than that, I saw it in your face when I tossed that goblin's head at you... but... I'm sorry for that.
I needed to know where you stood.
T'anks laughs, carefree. She shakes her head.
Not in front of that, to be certain. She looks back at Dude, a faraway look in her eyes. ...To be honest, a lot of this is so very new to me. I don't really know how to process it, not yet.
But I took advantage of you and the others to help me set things right here, with Klarg. I just didn't want anyone else to get hurt because of it.
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Dude - clearly taken aback by being told she was taking advantage of them, actually shifts away from his typically stoic face to a look of... hurt?
...I understand, T'anks. You'll stick around as long as it serves you.
...perhaps I was wrong to call you devil.
Dude, flops his behind down on a rock by the trickling stream coming from the cave. He pulls out his lute and starts gently strumming it while humming to himself while he waits for the others to catch up.
...I understand, T'anks. You'll stick around as long as it serves you.
...perhaps I was wrong to call you devil.
Dude, flops his behind down on a rock by the trickling stream coming from the cave. He pulls out his lute and starts gently strumming it while humming to himself while he waits for the others to catch up.
Where do we need them dragged?
Outside the cave, and/or Phandalin
Phandalin may be too far given the 1 hour duration but I can definitely get these outside.
Dragmire casts UNSEEN SERVANT and commands the servant to move the crates outside the cave we're in. If it's possible to lift and carry, do that. If that's not possible, then pushing is good enough. If help is needed, come to me and tug on my clothes.
Dragmire casts UNSEEN SERVANT and commands the servant to move the crates outside the cave we're in. If it's possible to lift and carry, do that. If that's not possible, then pushing is good enough. If help is needed, come to me and tug on my clothes.
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Dude finishes strumming his lute. His eyes glance at T'anks momentarily, taking note that she has physically turned his back on him. He peers down the river into the mouth of the cave, wondering where his companions are. His eyesight is limited, not being able to see in the dark but he sees no sign of them. Perhaps they are bringing the travois.
A thought enters Dude's mind. After the ambush early on the trail, he was able to calm the two horses to bring with them. He tucks his lute away and rises to his feet. He begins walking down the stream away from the cave, paying no mind to T'anks. He walks until he comes across the two horses.
Dude arrives at the two horses, giving them both gentle rubs on the side of their necks - aiming to calm them and hoping they can help pull the travois.
A thought enters Dude's mind. After the ambush early on the trail, he was able to calm the two horses to bring with them. He tucks his lute away and rises to his feet. He begins walking down the stream away from the cave, paying no mind to T'anks. He walks until he comes across the two horses.
Dude arrives at the two horses, giving them both gentle rubs on the side of their necks - aiming to calm them and hoping they can help pull the travois.
VashTheStampede
Sorry Jawneh
VashTheStampede
Sorry Jawneh
In the dim light of early dawn, Tortle Dude's hands move gently over the horses, calming them with hopes of using them to pull the travois. The tranquility of the moment belies the tension in the air, a brief interlude of peace amidst the chaos of their recent battles.
Suddenly, a faint rustling breaks the silence, barely audible over the soft murmurs of the forest. Tortle Dude's movements pause, his senses heightened, attuned to the subtle whispers of danger that the wilderness often conceals.
The rustling grows, a discordant melody that sets his nerves on edge. At first, it seems as though it could be anything—a small animal, perhaps, or the wind stirring the underbrush. But as seconds stretch into heartbeats, the pattern of the noise shifts, coalescing into the unmistakable cadence of stealthy movement. The Bard's eyes narrow, his instincts screaming a warning that his mind races to decipher.
Then, clarity strikes like a bolt of lightning. The sound is not random; it is deliberate, purposeful. Goblins. His heart hammers in his chest, a rapid drum-beat echoing the sudden rush of adrenaline that floods his veins. The peaceful scene transforms instantaneously into one of impending threat, the air now thick with the tension of an unseen enemy drawing near.
The goblins they struck a deal with to remove Klarg are returning...but why are they being so sneaky?
Suddenly, a faint rustling breaks the silence, barely audible over the soft murmurs of the forest. Tortle Dude's movements pause, his senses heightened, attuned to the subtle whispers of danger that the wilderness often conceals.
The rustling grows, a discordant melody that sets his nerves on edge. At first, it seems as though it could be anything—a small animal, perhaps, or the wind stirring the underbrush. But as seconds stretch into heartbeats, the pattern of the noise shifts, coalescing into the unmistakable cadence of stealthy movement. The Bard's eyes narrow, his instincts screaming a warning that his mind races to decipher.
Then, clarity strikes like a bolt of lightning. The sound is not random; it is deliberate, purposeful. Goblins. His heart hammers in his chest, a rapid drum-beat echoing the sudden rush of adrenaline that floods his veins. The peaceful scene transforms instantaneously into one of impending threat, the air now thick with the tension of an unseen enemy drawing near.
The goblins they struck a deal with to remove Klarg are returning...but why are they being so sneaky?
Kutshort does one last check Klarg’s chambers to make sure they didn’t forget any of the crates for Phandalin. When his eyes reach Klarg’s lifeless body, they linger for a moment. Dude needs a souvenir from this, he mutters to himself.
with a heavy swing, Kutshort removes the head from Klarg’s corpse and tosses it in an empty sack and starts to head towards the cave entrance
with a heavy swing, Kutshort removes the head from Klarg’s corpse and tosses it in an empty sack and starts to head towards the cave entrance
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Dude - sensing the nearby presence of the goblins slowly backs away from the horses. He slowly walks backwards through the stream, being careful to make as little noise as possible, his eyes shifting over to T'anks who still has her back to him.
Dude weighs how to approach this situation with her - he is not happy with her, but, he may still have a soft spot for the Tiefling. He does not wish her harm and has no intention of breaking his promise to her.
With a gentle movement, he places his hand on her back tightly to get her attention. With a confident and firm semi-whisper he says...
...get back to the cave.
NOW.
Dude calms his heartbeat and draws his sword, a very subtle glow radiating from it due to it being early dawn - here we go again.
Dude weighs how to approach this situation with her - he is not happy with her, but, he may still have a soft spot for the Tiefling. He does not wish her harm and has no intention of breaking his promise to her.
With a gentle movement, he places his hand on her back tightly to get her attention. With a confident and firm semi-whisper he says...
...get back to the cave.
NOW.
Dude calms his heartbeat and draws his sword, a very subtle glow radiating from it due to it being early dawn - here we go again.
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VashTheStampede
Sorry Jawneh
Tortle Dude quickly assesses the situation. The subtleties in the rustling leaves, the snap of twigs underfoot, and the low murmurs barely carried by the wind enable him to estimate the size of the approaching threat. His experience tells him they are facing a group of approximately 4 to 8 goblins.
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Dude watches as T'anks rushes back to the cave. He knows the others must be on the way as well.
...if there's two things that Dude is confident in his ability to do, it's talking and buying time.
Dude lets out a sharp whistle that pierces the air.
ARE WE REALLY GOING TO DO THIS AGAIN!?
The powerful vocal chords of the confident Tortle Bard boom through the air. If he can draw them out from the bushes, perhaps he can stall long enough for the others to get ready, or to perhaps ambush the goblins from the shadows of the cave.
...if there's two things that Dude is confident in his ability to do, it's talking and buying time.
Dude lets out a sharp whistle that pierces the air.
ARE WE REALLY GOING TO DO THIS AGAIN!?
The powerful vocal chords of the confident Tortle Bard boom through the air. If he can draw them out from the bushes, perhaps he can stall long enough for the others to get ready, or to perhaps ambush the goblins from the shadows of the cave.
VashTheStampede
Sorry Jawneh
As the tension reaches its peak, with the party braced for the imminent assault, a figure suddenly bursts from the underbrush. It's the goblin they had previously struck a bargain with, his limbs flailing wildly as he attempts to execute a fearsome leap aimed at scaring the Dude. However, the effect is far from intimidating. The goblin's small stature, combined with the memory of their earlier negotiation, renders the attempt almost comical rather than fearsome.
"Ha-HA! That's right! Is I! The great and powerful YEEMIK!"
There's a moment of silence as the goblin lands awkwardly before him, panting heavily from the effort. His eyes dart between the Bard and the mouth of the cave, seeking some sign of the fear he intended to instill. Instead, he finds a mix of amusement and mild annoyance reflected back at him. The tension that had gripped the Tortle moments before dissipates, replaced by the realization that the immediate threat is not as severe as they had anticipated.
"Did I not...did I not tell you my name before? WELL, NO MATTER! I am back to bring you....DOOM! Right now I have 37 goblin sharpshooters hiding in the woods, all aiming arrows directly at your EYE HOLES! UNLESS! You give me...MONEY! You have fallen right into my master plan..."
The goblin, seeing his effort to scare the Dude fall flat, shifts awkwardly from foot to foot.
"We're seriously going to kill you guys."
"Ha-HA! That's right! Is I! The great and powerful YEEMIK!"
There's a moment of silence as the goblin lands awkwardly before him, panting heavily from the effort. His eyes dart between the Bard and the mouth of the cave, seeking some sign of the fear he intended to instill. Instead, he finds a mix of amusement and mild annoyance reflected back at him. The tension that had gripped the Tortle moments before dissipates, replaced by the realization that the immediate threat is not as severe as they had anticipated.
"Did I not...did I not tell you my name before? WELL, NO MATTER! I am back to bring you....DOOM! Right now I have 37 goblin sharpshooters hiding in the woods, all aiming arrows directly at your EYE HOLES! UNLESS! You give me...MONEY! You have fallen right into my master plan..."
The goblin, seeing his effort to scare the Dude fall flat, shifts awkwardly from foot to foot.
"We're seriously going to kill you guys."
Kutshort arrived at the mouth of the cave just in time for the “festivities”
Anemic? That’s a weird name. Anyway, you won’t be killing us, because you’re a coward who values his own life. If you truly had 37 goblins, you would have taken care of Klarg yourself, instead of begging us to do it for you
Kutshort holds up Klarg’s severed head
unless you want to meet the same fate, I suggest you stand down
Anemic? That’s a weird name. Anyway, you won’t be killing us, because you’re a coward who values his own life. If you truly had 37 goblins, you would have taken care of Klarg yourself, instead of begging us to do it for you
Kutshort holds up Klarg’s severed head
unless you want to meet the same fate, I suggest you stand down
((Can we have a cumulative intimidate roll if we pose like the avengers?))