Game Play: Welcome to White Oak

Cyriel says to Valrakas, "Sounds like a rebel unit of goblins. From what I know goblins don't read... Ever. They detest books. But I need to rest." Cyriel sits on a bed and enters an elven trance... Hopefully for an hour.

Valrakas dumps the goblins on the ground. While his companions rest he sits, grinning at the gobos menacingly.

"Who is Creld?" Erevior asks, glancing at the other exit. Is it a door (open? closed?) or a passage?

Valrakas follows Erevior's gaze down the passageway. "You reckon one o' us best be guardin' while our friends take their respite? Aye. You or I?"

Erevior grins at the giant bovine man.
"You from the sea - this your chance to show us your skill at fishing!" He mimes casting a line. "Go see what you catch..." Here Erevior mimes walking with his fingers, then they hop with surprise and run back again. "...you maybe bring us back some Go Bos for big surprise!" His other fist mimes attacking the running fingers and he laughs.

Erevior loves the idea of goblins chasing one of the party into an ambush from the rest of the group, but he blames his limited language skills for not being able to convey that idea well. *Of course,* the elf thinks to himself, *the minotaur might just fight them all himself. He certainly seems the sort to enjoy the thrill of battle a bit too much to share it with others...* He frowns at that idea. *Oh well; there's certainly nothing to do about it now. Next time I'll make abundantly certain that I'll go.*

Valrakas is thoroughly entertained by Erevior's finger puppetry. He rises to his geet (er...hooves) with a grin, and glint in his eye. Aye! I be off t' catch us a few slimy fishies! With that he heads down the passageway. At the intersection he gazes down both tunnel branches by the light of his harpoon, trying to decide which way to go.

Erevior hums "Grell, You'll Be a Wemic" to himself, finding it hard not to stare at the bound goblins.
(the song in our world)

Valrakas heads deeper into the tunnel complex...

Labyrinthine Recall [Racial]: You can perfectly recall any path you have traveled.

Valrakas listens at the door.

OOC: Ugh.

"Good, let them come! I like dogs - go good with beer!" Erevior licks his lips, amused at the old joke. Then his face falls. "But we have no beer! Only water." He brightens again. "Have to do gumbo! You got a big pot around here?" Erevior pretends to look around, though he's not about to go through the goblins' foul belongings a second time.

Valrakas smiles at the thought of bursting into the room and scattering the gobos like a bowl of guppies with a barracuda in their midst. But the minotaur remembers his friends and reluctantly he retraces his steps to return to them for now to tell them what he's found.

Cyriel maintains his trance.

"So...you got Brynn, killed all the goblins? Let's go." Erevior gets to his feet and dusts himself off, making as if to leave. "Wait - where's the boy?" He grins at the minotaur. "You didn't get him yet? Either you slowing down, Valrakas, or you feeling generous!"

"Generous, aye, that be it! Reckoned I'd share th' catch!" Valrakas eyes the resting elf and gnome and decides there's nothing to be done but get some rest as well. When the two gobos start bickering again he snarls at them, "Shut yer traps!" With a 'clapping' motion of his two huge hands the minotaur bangs the gobos' heads together to knock them unconscious.

OOC: You want attack & damage rolls for that or shall we just say Valrakas knocked them out?

Valrakas scratches a crude map on the cavern floor to show Erevior the tunnels he found. "Beyond this door, there be gobos. "