Waker's Awakening (IC)

[Felhammer]

Gertrude

The hunter was a bit too late with her timing and was thus flung into the elevator by the sheer force of the explosion. She landed on her shoulder pretty hard. After the massive explosion (and the ensuing momentary deafness faded) she grabbed her shoulder to make sure she hadn't dislocated it. Many years ago, she had tripped on a small toy and stumbled down some stairs. Then, like now, she had landed upon her left shoulder. Back then she had actually dislocated it. Her sons had to help push her arm back into place. The feeling was dreadful. After a few minutes of moving her limb around, she whispers a prayer to the gods that her arm had not come out of the socket. Still, the injury hurt but... At least she was alive and the the threat of the kobolds ended... For now.

[Mathemagics]

Spoiler: Larien

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The sword seems to be muttering in a voice that conveys disappointment, yet at the same time shows it can't help but be somewhat impressed at the goblins' trap.

"Well... I suppose the method has a certain charm to it... But it's still not as enjoyable as evisceration."

As the dust slowly begins to settle, you notice that not all the kobolds are dead. At least, the one with its lower half pinned under the rubble on this side of the collapse isn't, yet. The scaled creature struggles weakly in a vain attempt to pull its bloodied body free of the rocks with a dazed look on its face and seems completely oblivious to everything around it.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Sarrox

Looking through the settling dust, Sarrox's eyes landed on the struggling Kobold. A wad of bile made its way up her throat.

god... Iknowweweretryingtokillthembut... no-onedeservestohavetheirdeathdrawnoutlikethis.

"it... wouldbewrongtojustleaveit."

Patting herself down, the grenadier realized she had nothing in the way of a knife or dagger... then pulled out her bow.

this'llhavetodo.

Waddling over to the kobold, Sarrox nocked an arrow, took aim at the trapped creature's neck... and fired.

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Unless informed that he's not, in fact, helpless, I'm going to assume the kobold meets the criteria for a Coup de Grace. This Full-Round action allows Sarrox to automatically hit her target and instantly deals critical damage.

Damage: (3d6-3)[10]

Additionally, if the Kobold survives, he must make a Fortitude check of 20 or die.

Spoiler: Assuming the Kobold Dies...

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Sarrox let out a heavy sigh, then shook herself off and replaced her bow. Moving back over to Gertrude and Jeanne, she began attempting to help them up. "ifyouwant, ipreparedapotionformendingwounds." Once they were taken care of, Sarrox walked back over to Lobrix. "well, thatcouldhavegonesmoother, butMovopopolosshouldbealittlesafer. howaboutwegetbackupandfigureoutthenextmove?"

[Mathemagics]

The kobold's struggles cease without resistance. With no others in sight, you can only conclude that the rest either all died in the collapse or are in a similar situation as this unfortunate only on the opposite side of the new wall. In any case, the lack of sounds from the other side means the passage should be quite secure for some time.

For their part, the goblins pick themselves up and begin collecting a few bits of scavenged material that was dropped or dislodged in the blast. From the look of things, they're probably not planning on returning to this dig for a while. As the other three begin loading various tools and implements onto the elevator, Lobrix waddles over to check on the rest of the group. At Sarrox's comment, he nods emphatically.

"Skooh! Yes, Movopopolos and gobbies are in the safeclear for longgood time now. Scalies will not bother for much time-passing. Gobbies are in thankdebt to Sarrox and friends."

[HanaRei]

Larien

She looked over to her blade. She sighed a bit shaking her head.

Spoiler: Mister Blade

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You really lack sophistication seeking such a thing. A fight won without drawing any blood is a vastly more interesting form of victory.

She looked over just as Sarrox shot the surviving Kobold. She seemed a bit frustrated shaking her head. "Must you be so brash and primitive? We could of possibly extracted information from it. Oh well I suppose." She spoke shaking her head a bit. Her eyes looked over at Lobrix nodding in response.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Sarrox

The glare coming from Sarrox at Larien's comment was palpable.

"...information. fromahalf-crushed, delirious, blindedbypainkobold, whosemostlikelywordswouldhavebeen 'killme'. yeah, thatwasnevergonnahappen, morallyorpractically." Sarrox turned back to Lobrix. "whilewe'reonourwayup, though, therewassomeinfoIwantedtoaskabout. duringthefight, thekoboldswereyellingsomethinginteresting. theyweregoingonaboutthegoblinsbeing 'heretics', andmentionedafireylordofdestruction. anyideawhatthey'retalkingabout?"

[BramsesII]

Jeanne

Noise...

Why is there so much noise?

My head hurts...

After the explosion, Jeanne finds herself flung against the rock wall from the force of the blastwave. Her ears are ringing and her vision is blurred, but she can just make out the figure of Sarrox putting an arrow into what seems to be a kobold's battered skull. The young cleric blinks several times, holding her hands over her ears futilely in an attempt to block off the ringing. "Wh... I'm oka.. okay."

A heavy cough. Too much dust to breathe properly.

"Is everyone.. alive?" Jeanne asks her question with a feeble voice as she shakes her head, trying to clear her vision. Another heavy cough. "Did Gertrude and Gerd make it? They were near... me when the... explosion..." Her fears are quickly laid to rest as her vision clears and she can see that everyone made it out alive. Still, sounds are nearly impossible to make out. The whole ringing-in-her-ears experience makes it completely impossible.

Jeanne stumbles forward, towards the elevator. Her hands are still clamped firmly over her ears. "Let's... let's get out of here. I'll... I'll see to the wounded." Yet another heavy cough. "Get out of here first. Well done everyone."

[Rysc]

Jarandei

"Get out of here first. Well done everyone."

Jarandei, who has resumed her position on the elevator, nods. "Yep. No point in lingering any longer than we need to." She then turns curiously to the goblins. "I was also wondering about that. The 'heretics' part wasn't anything new, but I'm not too familiar with kobold cosmology either."

[Mathemagics]

The elevator lurches into motion and begins the slow climb back up the shaft. At your questions, Lobrix tilts his head thoughtfully, clearly trying to assess the best way to approach that sort of topic.

"Skoooooooh... Gobbie has idea what scaly is speaktalking of... But is close to time of sleepnapping now. Gobbie and kobold history will take longtime explaining. Better to talk after snoozetime to avoid grumblygrump tiredeyes, no?"

As the goblin mentions sleep, each of realizes that you haven't actually had any real rest since you awoke in the ruins of Tamelin. Along with the realization (and quite probably also due to the adrenaline finally trickling out of your systems) comes a wave of heavy fatigue. After a while, the dull clunk of the elevator chains begins to take on a hypnotic effect, such that you find yourself almost nodding off by the time it finally arrives at the upper boarding platform.

When you at last emerge back in the central hall once more, the goblins greet you with a rousing cheer. The celebration is cut short though, when it becomes clear just how exhausted everyone is from the ordeal, and at Lobrix's urging the goblins do their best to not pester you as a room is prepared for your use. After leading you down another low tunnel, Lobrix shows you into a small room (by human-sized standards) where several piles of blankets have been set up. After assuring that he'll be along in the morning to check in on you and talk, the Lodgeleader pulls the door closed, leaving your group in privacy.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Sarrox

"Skoooooooh... Gobbie has idea what scaly is speaktalking of... But is close to time of sleepnapping now. Gobbie and kobold history will take longtime explaining. Better to talk after snoozetime to avoid grumblygrump tiredeyes, no?"

As Sarrox lifted her hand to answer, the adrenaline of battle crashed, and the aches and fatigue of the day swept in to take its place. Her hand was soon followed by her arm as she stretched and let out a high-pitched yawn, her eyelids suddenly unspeakably heavy.

"thatsoundslikeamagnificentidea, lodgeleader."

As they emerged into the main cavern, Sarrox gave an awkward wave at her cheering fellows, but could not help but beam.

it'snotmuch, butbeingabletodothisforkin... itmakesmefeellikeIhaveaplaceinthisnewworld, now.

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As Lobrix bid them goodnight, Sarrox took brief stock of the room before pattering over to one of the piles, claiming it as hers. In short order, the standard preparations for bed began. Catalyst vials and infusions were packed up and secured in the off-chance they were needed before tomorrow. The kit and alchemist fire flasks were double-checked for safety and then stashed away. Her goggles were removed, hoses were disconnected from her air filter, and then the heavy beak-like mask came off. Being prepared, this time, Sarrox did not hack or wheeze as her bare face was momentarily exposed...

An embarrassed flush followed as she realized this, quickly snapping on her simpler breathing mask over her mouth and nose.

After that, the protective gear and coverings of the day followed. The gloves first, followed by the trenchcoat and apron. Her mithril chain shirt followed, as did her regular one, leaving a simple camisole. Lastly, her regular trousers were replaced with more comfortable slacks. Finally prepared for a night's rest, Sarrox let herself topple backward, crashing onto the pile of blankets. The events of the day weighed heavily on her, and what came out of her mouth was a very soft and comparatively low utterance, devoid of her usual speed.

"God... what a day, huh?"

[Rysc]

Jarandei

Having obtained a supply of rags, Jarandei has been sitting to one side making sure her scimitar is spotless. She watches as the goblin just as carefully removes her gear, and after just as carefully stacking her armor and weapons in the corner, also stretches out on the blankets.

Scimitar. Cestus. Chain. Kukri. Pack.

"Goddess... what a day, huh?"

"Not bad considering where we started. I guess that's what ruins everything, though..." She pauses and indicates (as much as she can lying in a pile of blankets) Sarrox's elaborate mask. "Don't you have to worry about that getting caught on something? Or sliced in a fight?"

Then, seemingly satisfied with getting her query out, Ran sighs. "But, anyway, one day down, but we're not very much closer to figuring out what day it is. Or what even happened, or what we'll be doing next."

[Felhammer]

Gertrude

The hunter remains in a bit of a fugue state after the explosion. Answering questions as needed but finds it hard to concentrate on the moment. She just goes through the motions before finally snapping awake just before bed. She sighs as she listens to Sarrox and Jarandei talk. What day is it...? Where are my children...? My husband...? My old life...? She removes most of her clothing and settles into what passes for a bed in this wretched goblin town. "Today is today and tomorrow is tomorrow. Answers will not come to us, we must seek them out. Today we rest, tomorrow we search. Rest well friends, rest well. She whistles for Gerd and he comes bounding up to rest beside her. Rest well... For tomorrow we find answers.

[Lord Of Mantas]

Sarrox

"Not bad considering where we started. I guess that's what ruins everything, though... *indicates mask* Don't you have to worry about that getting caught on something? Or sliced in a fight?"

As Ran mentioned Tamelin, a pang of sorrow ran through Sarrox's heart, the memory of her now-dead parents moistening her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she managed to recompose herself in time to hear the Slayer inquire after her mask.

"My mask? I... honestly can't say that I've ever worried about it getting caught, any more than you would worry about your face getting caught on something. Granted, it is a bit larger than an ordinary face, but I've been living with it for years now. Giving it plenty of space is second nature. Plus, well, it helps that I'm tiny. As for it getting sliced..." Sarrox picked up her mask, knocking on it with her fist. "Solid steel construction. If it gets sliced, I probably would have had to worry anyway. That, and the primary filter's near the base of the beak, so it's not too much of a worry."

"But, anyway, one day down, but we're not very much closer to figuring out what day it is. Or what even happened, or what we'll be doing next."

"Today is today and tomorrow is tomorrow. Answers will not come to us, we must seek them out. Today we rest, tomorrow we search. Rest well friends, rest well.

"...pretty much. It's a shame none of these guys have a calendar, but there are worse problems we could be having. In any case, for the here and now, I say we focus on making some friends here. Earn our keep, and favors will follow. Hopefully one will be a map, and some supplies to make our journey elsewhere. At that point, when we finally get a solid date... well, I suppose we'll play it by ear." Sarrox yawned. "In any case, some rest sounds lovely." The goblin then burrowed under the blanket, pulling it up over her shoulders. "Sleep tight, everyone."

[BramsesII]

Jeanne

The Knight Curator is silent as they're escorted to their rooms. She barely even notices the goblin leader wishing them a good night. It takes Jeanne a moment to adjust herself to the situation. So... Yesterday I was still a normal knight curator. And today I've nearly been eaten by zombies, slept for... ages, apparently, and I've nearly been exploded by goblins. This is strange. She shakes her head, her voice still a bit hoarse as she finally speaks again.

"What a day indeed. At least we are all still alive. Thank Meraena for that." She looks at everyone in the group with a small smile on her face. Some of them are already preparing themselves for bed. "Well fought everyone." She makes a point of giving a short nod to everyone in the group to acknowledge their actions in combat. To Larien she offers a small comment, to somewhat make amends for the small falling out they had earlier. "You may be overly sarcastic, lady Carnesîr, but you fight well. Without your spells we would've been overwhelmed."

Then, realizing that there are still some bruises here and there, she focuses her energies once more, a pale green aura falling over everyone in the room. The bruises and cuts on herself, Jarandei and Gerd heal a little, and Jeanne mumbles a small "thank you" to Meraena.

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Channeling positive energy: everyone heals (2d6)[7] hp.

The young cleric rubs her still sore arm, then begins carefully unstrapping her armor. She's about to disrobe even further to sleep as she's accustomed to, but with the whole group around her she eventually decides against it. Slightly embarassed, she adds one final comment. "We all deserve some rest. And with a dry place to sleep, well... It could've been worse." When she's done, she puts the armor into her small bag into which it magically disappears. Then, she makes her bed to get some well deserved sleep.

[HanaRei]

Larien

She had felt quite tired as they went back up. She kept quiet as they were lead to the room. Her eyes glanced around the room, seemingly not too pleased by the living arrangements. She didn't speak much as she ventured over finding a spot to the side as the others talked. She opened her bag, shifting a bit as she pulled out a long cylinder bag that seemed well beyond the height of what her bag should hold. She pulled out a rather rugged looking fold out cot, starting to put it together in the side of the room.

She looked over at Jeanne hearing her compliment. She shrugged a bit in response. "...and you did a satisfactory job attempting to organize some general communication and tactics for our engagement, despite your earlier authoritarian edicts to strangers." She spoke deciding to mix her own compliment with her own light jab. She decided to utilize the blankets provided by the goblins, they seemed comfortable enough for her higher tastes.

She looked to the others of which she had half paying attention during her desire to set up her cot to have a more comfy spot to sleep on. "Indeed, sleep well... for all our sakes. Hopefully a far greater lead might be discovered to further evaluate our predicament." She spoke taking off her armor leaving her rather lavish casual clothing on getting upon her cot to sleep.

[Mathemagics]

Talonsday?
Month/Year ???

The night passes in peace. Well, presumably it passes; it's rather difficult to tell when you're underground. One by one, you awake the next probably-morning.

Spoiler: Larien

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You slept very poorly. The entire night you were plagued with dreams of a shadowy, vaguely human-shaped figure, standing over you in your sleep. The thing did nothing but stare at you the entire time, but you sensed an aura of near palpable malice emanating from it.

Spoiler: Sarrox

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You had an amazing sleep, must have been due to being underground in a proper goblin bed in a proper goblin compound.

As you all begin to stir, a timid rap on the steel door to your room reveals the presence of a waiting goblin. After waiting for a response, the creature slides the door open and peeks inside before notifying you that (s)he's been instructed to lead you back to the main hall for breakfast when you're ready.

Spoiler: Anyone who ate the cheese last night

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An ominous gurgling groan emanates from the depths of your stomach...

Having followed the goblin back up to the main floors, you find about half a dozen other goblins milling about the main hall, Lobrix included among them. The Lodgeleader waves you over and motions for you to be seated before another goblin starts bringing over platefuls of food. Breakfast looks to be... surprisingly normal: bacon and eggs. Although it might be a wise choice to refrain from asking what kind of eggs... After waiting for everyone to get settled in, Lobrix leans back in his small chair contemplatively.

"Skooh, now then, friends were muchly in the questionasking last night. Now that gobbies and friends are restnapped, we can have speaktalk. What do friends need asking?"

[Lord Of Mantas]

Sarrox

As Sarrox's mind began to tingle with the first vestiges of consciousness, a quiet and all-encompassing sense of well-being pervaded her senses. She felt-incredibly relaxed, as if she'd had the best sleep ever in months. For a moment, disoriented from sleep, she opened her mouth to call out good morning to her family.

Then, as clarity came once more, the memories of yesterday set in - and she realized that it had been no dream. Shedding a few silent tears, she curled up, pulling the covers over her head, until Lobrix's runner came to call them.

Recomposing herself, and muttering a few brief words to Tammeran, she set about dressing. With well-practiced motions, the sleeping mask was switched for her daytime one, her armor donned, her clothes slipped over it. Then, pattering after the goblin, she emerged with the others into the main hall, where the scent of bacon and eggs pervaded the atmosphere.

She then uncomfortably rubbed her stomach as it gurgled ominously. I hope I didn't overdo it on the cheese last night.

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Before replying to Lobrix, Sarrox scratched her head, trying to recall anything she could about kobolds and their general characteristics as was relevant to the current situation.

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Depending on what's relevant:

Knowledge (Nature): (1d20+8)[16]
Knowledge (Arcana): (1d20+10)[25]
Untrained Knowledge (Int Check): (1d20+4)[17]

"okay. twomostimportantquestionsfirst. first, howlong'sMovopopolosbeenhavingkoboldtroubles? second, likeImentionedlastnight, thekoboldswerecallingusgoblins 'heretics', andmentionedafierylordofdestruction. what'supwiththat?"

[Rysc]

Jarandei

Of course, there is no sunlight in the room to herald the morning, but Jarandei has spent long enough having to wake herself up for odd watches. She cracks open an eye, and upon hearing the sounds of the goblin and the others waking up, is immensely relieved that only a single night has passed. She's pretty sure they're just going to eat breakfast, but she dons arms and armor nonetheless before following the others out.

Huh. Bacon. Eggs.

The aromas make her more homesick than she cares to admit.

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Ran pushes away her very clean plate and props her chin up with a hand, listening to the goblin's (well, both of their) queries. After a little more mulling over the group's situation, she speaks up. "I know you haven't really been out much, but would you know anything about any nearby...bigwalker cities?"

[Mathemagics]

"Kobolds have been longtime problem, since days of gobbie's father's father's father's at least. Not sure how long scalies lived in deep caves before gobbiefinding. As for "heretic" mudslinging, kobolds are in the stupidface being. Gobbies were first to discover secrets of boompowder, when Miklix Bombbringer first invent gobbieboom. Kobolds make fakelies and say they invent boomblast, granted by fierydestructionlord. In the habit of calling him Mikhel Ba'hey-"

Spoiler: Knowledge (History) DC 15

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Regardless of however much of the goblin's myth is true, the first documented appearance of gunpowder is actually from a scientific and medical treatise 'On the Most Venerable and Noble Art of Healing (also Explosions)' by the Avestran polymath Ar-Almared dated AR 988.

You hear a spitting sound from behind Lobrix's mask as he says the name. This is followed by a few awkward moments as the goblin tries to stuff a handkerchief up behind his mask to clean up whatever mess he just created.

"Sorrybegging for that. Anyway, kobolds not in the liking of gobbies for 'not respectpaying great fiery lord'. Make warfight with gobbies whenever they chanceget."


The goblin listens to Ran's question, tilting his head back and forth in his usual habit.

"Skoooh... Gobbies been shut away for much timepass. Lobrix heartell stories of old bigwalker city from grandgob, who heard from his grandgob. Many rotdead attack, city fall. Gobbies heard, knew it was not safe outside. Shut doors, dug deeper."

[Felhammer]

Gertrude

With an up-swell of emotion Gertrude timidly asks, "Have you seen a dwarf recently? Specifically a dwarven paladin of Arathyn?"

[Mathemagics]

The goblin stares blankly at Gertrude (or at least it seems that way, mask and all) before the head tilt returns.

"Dwarf? Beardy notasbig-bigwalker? Gobbie hasn't been in the seeing of such. Why would gobbies know beardy?"

[Felhammer]

Gertrude

Although she knew what his answer would probably be, the hunter cannot help but feel completely gutted by the goblin's reply. She meekly responds, "He is a wanderer, I thought, perhaps, he had come this way..."

[BramsesII]

Jeanne

A rap on the door wakes Jeanne from a relatively restful sleep. She doesn't register it at first, but after the second one she drifts back to conciousness. She doesn't open her eyes yet, however, afraid that opening them might reveal that yesterday was not a bad dream at all. That she's still stuck in the future with a group of people she hardly knows. The sounds of people stirring isn't very encouraging, since she has always slept alone in her room since...

She opens one eye, and her fears are a reality. The young cleric sighs heavily, deciding to turn around once more before getting up again. Is it time for prayer already? Being underground makes it impossible to tell, and the thought keeps her occupied - and quiet - as she gets fully dressed up in her armor again. Going out there without armor strikes her as a very bad idea somehow. As she straps herself into her breastplate, she observes the others putting on their equipment as well. At least we're all competent individuals.

At breakfast, she eats the eggs and bacon without asking just what it is being served. Jeanne decides to remain quiet, letting the others do the talking for now. No point in bombarding the goblin with questions he's unlikely to be able to answer. Well, maybe just one. "Is there a place in your town where I can see the sky? Or do I have to go outside to do so?" She pauses for a moment. "I... would like to know if we are approaching noon already."

[Lord Of Mantas]

Sarrox

"He is a wanderer, I thought, perhaps, he had come this way..."

Sarrox looked over at Gertrude, sympathy visible through her tinted goggles. "we'llfindhim, Gertrude. soonerratherthanlater, hopefully."
Sarrox turned back to Lobrix. "so, formynextquestions. first, I'dhatetojustleavemyfellowgobsinthelurch. isthereanywaywecouldhelpdelayorpushbackthekobolds? second..." Sarrox tapped and wove her fingers together nervously. "Iwork... workedfortheGobbieworksinGobopolos, butduetovariouscircumstances-" Sarrox glanced around at the party. "I'vebeenoutoftheloopwithregardstothelatestgobbiea dvancementsand SCIENCE!" Sarrox recomposed herself after the customary wild spasms. "whenMimixwasshowingusintoMovopopolos, andwhenIwaslookingthroughyourrecords... Iheardofandsawwonderfulthings. thisbigfurnacething - a'generator', Ibelieve, andtheboompowder. ifit'snottoomuchtoask, I'dliketobeabletostudythoseindetail."

As Sarrox then leaned toward Lobrix, a more astute observer of goblin body language would have been able to discern that she was giving him the equivalent of puppy dog eyes.

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Trying to Persuade Lobrix to let Sarrox get her dose of SCIENCE! rather than gather info, so Student of Philosophy should apply.

Diplomacy​: (1d20+8)[9]

...frickin' natural 1.

[Mathemagics]

Lobrix nods at Jeanne's question, muttering something about how that could probably be arranged. At the comment about what time it is, he motions towards a circular disk embedded in the wall nearby where a pair of thin metal rods are radiate out from the center on the face of the disc. Arranged around the outer edge are a series of etched marks.

"Gobbies have timekeep machine here. When stickyhands both point to uppertop mark is time of noon."

Presently the shorter of the two hands is facing off to the left while the longer is pointed almost directly downward.

The Lodgeleader seems quite reluctant to accede to Sarrox's request at first, but seems to very slowly relent a bit under the pressure of goblin puppy dog eyes.

"Ah... Gobbie can show friend Sarrox around a little... Others might not have time to give full explaintalk of tinkerworkings though..."

[Lord Of Mantas]

Sarrox

It took all the restraint Sarrox had not to pump her fist in glee.

scoreonemorevictoryforthepatentedeyesofpersuasion. ..

"that'sperfectlyokay, lodgeleader. Ipromiseyouwon'tregretthis. butbacktotheotherquestion; I'dliketohelppushbackthekoboldsforgood, orenoughthatMovopopoloswouldn'thavetoworryforawhil e. somethingmorethanjustatunnelcollapse. isthereanywaythatcouldhappen?"

[Mathemagics]

"Skooooh.... Would require wiping out of kobold clan in complete fashionstyle. This is gobbie problem. Gobbies will handle gobbie problem. Friends surely have own worrythings."

[Lord Of Mantas]

Sarrox

Sarrox raised a hand, but then said nothing. Instead, she turned to the rest of the group. An unspoken plea was evident in her eyes.

Iknowyouguysaren'tgoblinsandwehaveourownthingtowor ryabout, but.. please.

[Rysc]

Jarandei

"Skoooh... Gobbies been shut away for much timepass. Lobrix heartell stories of old bigwalker city from grandgob, who heard from his grandgob. Many rotdead attack, city fall. Gobbies heard, knew it was not safe outside. Shut doors, dug deeper."

Undead. City fallen. Way back when. Knew that already.

Jarandei sighs and shifts position, absentmindedly twirling her fork as she listens to the others. As the talk shifts to the kobolds, she can't help but feel that they should at least try doing something about the problem. Sarrox, being a goblin, probably feels the same way, but as said goblin turns to her and the others Ran isn't quite sure what she's trying to convey. She had never been good at reading body language (or at least, non-combat body language). And what with the mask and the tinted goggles, she can barely make out Sarrox's face.

Whatever, I'm sure the undead can wait. Kobolds aren't supposed to be slinging explosives, right?

"Skooooh.... Would require wiping out of kobold clan in complete fashionstyle. This is gobbie problem. Gobbies will handle gobbie problem. Friends surely have own worrythings."

The slayer cringes as she accidentally clanks the fork against her plate. She clears her through uncertainly, then says, "Um, we do have worrythings, but we--or at least some of us--wouldn't mind helping a little. Discuss plans, fortifications, or something."

"And anyway, it'd give us more time to adju--um, relax in a friendly place."

[BramsesII]

Jeanne

"Gobbies have timekeep machine here. When stickyhands both point to uppertop mark is time of noon."[/COLOR]

Presently the shorter of the two hands is facing off to the left while the longer is pointed almost directly downward.

The young cleric nods. "Well, that's useful. Uh... Could you give me a heads up when it's about time?"

She then quietly listens to the others conversing. "We could help out a little. I suppose. We should not forget that we need to get back to... Where we came from." She decides not to bring up the subject of sleeping for too long, as it's still far too fresh and painful to think about.

"Also, there's an artefact in the town full of zombies. I cannot simply leave it in their hands; important historical, cultural and magical items need to be protected."
Jeanne nods as she states her order's mission statement, her expression serious.