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Post by blackjack on Nov 5, 2011 8:24:25 GMT -5
Enyeto lunges toward the goblin biting and clawing at the goblins throat. Sorry, check that, I had a zombie moment. Enyeto whisper to Reynaldo "I don't like this."
Shadout slowly moves into the shadows.
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Post by mister frau blucher on Nov 7, 2011 16:22:26 GMT -5
Eggs notices your hesitation. He withdraws his hand slightly, but says, "I see you are wounded. If you fought goblins on your way here, know that they are not of Lord Yobs' band. We are not cannibals. There is a tribe living within the mountain, that ventures forth occasionally to harrass us, but they are our enemies."
Again he stretches forth his hand to Reynaldo, whom he has seemed to identify as the leader.
"You can hold onto your weapons, though no one will attack you. No one is sober enough to do so! Save me, the lone responsible sentry.
"So will you not join us for a few rounds of swill? If not, I will point out the two paths you may take from here to enter the mountain."
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Post by blacknigel on Nov 10, 2011 17:36:19 GMT -5
Khanmahtt says, "This is the camp of Lord Yobs? His... Hospitality (carefully pronounced)... is supposed to be legendary... according to some. Or at least we've heard. But BoonzFarm is not the same as Bloodwine. What greeting would Lord Yobs have for such as me?"
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Post by mister frau blucher on Nov 11, 2011 10:01:14 GMT -5
Eggs seems genuinely rebuffed at the group's hesitation, and his easy smile fades a bit.
"Bloodwine? No offense, Whiskers, but that sounds nasty. I doubt we have anything like that in the camp, but ya never know. We collect and trade for a variety of things. You can ask Lord Yobs. You'll be welcome even if you drink your own pee-pee.
"Or you can take that little trail there which will link up to the main trail heading north out of our camp, should you wish to bypass the party. That way takes you to the caprian keep.
"Or, take the south trail...there," he points, "which will take you to the steep southern face of the mountain. Just under the trail's end is a series of caves. Bat-knights hold that area, though, and snacas even deeper, before you come to the first proper level of Cygnosa. You do not have to pay for access to the mountain with that route - at least not in money.
"So. Those are your choices."
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Post by blackjack on Nov 27, 2011 22:26:05 GMT -5
(OOC) It would appear that everyone has become occupied with life. Bret I'm here and willing to continue. Maybe the others can catch up later.
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Post by mister frau blucher on Nov 28, 2011 11:03:08 GMT -5
Glad to hear it, Mike. I hate to move things forward without the other two. I know Marc and Chris are into it, but busy. We'll give things another few days and then decide how to proceed.
One possibility is to get a side adventure going. That may require coming up with a new character for you, which is a shame 'cause I like your dudes.
Or we could move things forward here a bit and see if we knock things loose. What is your preference as far as proceeding from this point - join the goblins' party, head north to the caprian keep, or go to the south face and enter the cave of the bat-knights?
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Post by Lord Inar on Nov 28, 2011 12:23:20 GMT -5
Yeah, I did get busy, sorry about that. I was in Houston the week before Thanksgiving and then had to spend the days leading to Turkey Day catching up with what I missed the week before. It doesn't help that I seemed to have stopped receiving notifications, which I often rely on to catch my attention.
Anyway back to the issue at hand: Tembo, almost automatically, steps up to Reynaldo's side. Reynaldo gladly shakes Egg's hand. "Please pardon my companions, our recent encounter with the other goblins has made them, shall we say, hesitant to trust another group of your fair race so soon. Also, I must plead ignorance of any identifying markings your clan wears which could have been used to avoid a less than welcoming initial impression." He bows slightly at Egg. "Again, we beg your hospitality and thank you for your kindness. I believe an audience with Lord Yobs may prove most beneficial. How soon may we entreat with him?" Anyone who may betray a look of surprise at Reynaldo's suggestion gets a reassuring nod from Tembo, indicating that Reynaldo isn't selling them down the river.
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Post by blacknigel on Nov 28, 2011 18:27:57 GMT -5
[My apologies too. I kept checking in leading up to Thanksgiving week, but was out of town without internet all Turkey week].
Khanmahtt almost purrs in pleasant surprise. "I haven't cahrowsed with goblins before, and would like to see what entertainments you have. I enjoy revelmentz. May be there are things I can share with you. I wasn't sure my companions would feel the same way." [Depending on how the interview with Lord Yobs goes, Khanmahtt is going to look for opportunities to join in their party with acrobatics and juggling. Mostly just for the fun of it, and keeping the circus skills fresh, but will definitly keep his ears open while doing so."
Rrowullh remains guardedly silent.
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Post by mister frau blucher on Nov 29, 2011 17:02:26 GMT -5
Eggs smile returns. "How soon to entreat with Lord Yobs? Well, now, I guess, if he hasn't passed out from cheap swill! Follow me!"
You head back around the curve in the trail and again look upon the merriment. The whole area is lit by several minor bonfires, which are tended by yapping guards. A few odd games are being played, but most of the goblins are drinking and singing and laughing.
An aged goblin with wrinkled skin approaches you after Eggs hails him. He grins broadly at your arrival.
“I am Lord Yobs,” the old goblin tells you. “Welcome to the party that never stops!” Several cheers go up behind him. “On your way to see the caprians? Going to trade with the dwarggs? Well, no matter. You can drink and rest here for the evening. Just a small donation of seven thousand silvers will suffice. HA! A joke, of course. Make it a couple silvers and you may help yourselves to this lamb-piss my people have foisted upon me under the misleading title of 'wine.' Those cheap bastards! They do not appreciate a good leader!'
His complaints are met with cheers and laughter and spilt wine.
"Well!" Lord Yobs continues. "Tell me of yourselves, and what you seek, if you are of a mind to. Feel free to join in the non-stop celebration. That is what life is, eh? Eh, comrades?"
More cheers from the goblins about him.
[There are opportunities for Khanmahtt to show skills here - make a 3/DX check against a skill if you want to impress them. Everyone else, describe your activities, and what you are telling Yobs.]
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Post by Lord Inar on Nov 30, 2011 9:34:44 GMT -5
"Well, milord, we have a number of interests among us, including those you mentioned. As to the caprians, I have heard mostly good about them, but there is bad egg, no offense intended," Reynaldo gestures toward Egg, "among them is there not?" Tembo looks around at the goblins, picks up a mug of the brew and smells it gingerly, trying to determine its origin and potentially if it is harmful. He thinks he might have an idea. 3d6 → [1,6,3] = (10) Herbalist to determine contents of mug. Need an 11 or less invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3282681/
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Post by mister frau blucher on Nov 30, 2011 9:48:34 GMT -5
"Most caprians are amoral bastards. Now many humans say that about us goblins, and in some cases that is true, but hardly most of us. I think it stems from jealousy of our alcohol tolerance.
"At any rate, most caprians are of the worst sort, and you shouldn't trust 'em. The ones at the keep are different, as they sit on the upper terminus of an underworld trading route. They understand the value of not killing your trading partners. They make a nice profit keeping it open to those above and below. So you can trust them - to a point.
"If you are going further into the mountain, be wary of any others you meet. Treat them as you would dwarggs - most likely they are enemies."
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Tembo inspects the contents of an old metal cup and is confident that it is indeed cheap wine, with no additives. The origin is hard to pinpoint with wine of this poor quality, though probably local, and seems like it would cause no more harm than indigestion.
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Post by Lord Inar on Nov 30, 2011 9:58:47 GMT -5
Tembo takes a swig to show his good faith. Goodness knows, he's tasted much worse from some of his own early attempts at herbal concoctions.
Reynaldo, seeing Tembo drink some, will drink a bit (a small bit) as well. "Thank you for the proper orientation concerning the Caprians. He then asks, somewhat casually, looking at the mountain, "Are there any elves still around here? Rumors of the past are one thing, but actually being here is quite another."
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Post by mister frau blucher on Nov 30, 2011 10:30:51 GMT -5
The wine is, as advertised, rather poor, though successive sips are not as bad as the first.
[Am I right in assuming everyone chips in two silvers?]
"Elves?" Yobs asks, almost startled. "My young friend, it was some 10,000 years ago that the elves began their periodic invasions of the mountain to rid it of the snaca infestation. While they certainly contained it, they never cleansed it; nor did the dwarves when they tried to take it over several millinnea after that.
"The last outpost of elves was abandoned maybe 5,000 years ago. There have been individuals coming and going, mostly adventurers or archeologists looking for artifacts from those ages. But no group of elves resides there now."
Eggs grins as he listens.
"Are you looking for elvish artifacts? We see some occassionally, when traders or robbers bring them out of Cygnosa. Not sure as to their authenticity, but there are definitely some locations in the mountain that held elven treasures, and still may." He punctuates this with a resonant belch.
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Post by blacknigel on Nov 30, 2011 17:20:48 GMT -5
After waiting to hear how Lord Yobs and Reynaldo hit it off, Khanmahtt puts his spear in his shield hand and the pulls 3 silvers out of his pouch. Lords Yobs or Eggs might think he's eager to pay extra, but instead he begins juggling the coins one-handed.
[http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3283092/ rolled a 6]
With showmanship flair he gives Lord Yobs a slight bow, does his best to smile in the Human fashion and continuing to juggle the coins he approaches the nearest group of partying goblins and begins a show.
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Post by blacknigel on Nov 30, 2011 17:35:07 GMT -5
Not wanting to interrupt Lord Yobs and Reynaldo, Rrowullh turns to Eggs. "You mentioned another band of goblins here, outside the mountain. Can-nibuls? Is that what that tribe calls itself? How can we tell them apart from you? We would hate to make a mistake upon our return."
While he speaks, he steals furtive glances at the crowd around Kahnmahtt. [One, he's watching to see how Khanmahtt's approach is accepted, but secondly he'll survey the crowd for any opportunities for larceny. Any noticeable valuables lazily set aside or left behind. At this point in his life, casing a crowd is mostly second nature. He doesn't intend to steal anything, but old habits die hard. Plus it can't hurt to look.]
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