Dec 29, 2024 12:08 am
Balan, do you think the township would support bringing the goblins into a commune together? It seems they might simply need a safe haven to thrive.
Goblin Hunt
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Dec 29, 2024 6:02 am
"Goblins are savage, but they are also cowards. They usually don't attack human settlements, unless they can overwhelm us with numbers. I don't think their leader is out looking for any challenges" Balan shakes his head, and decides to refrain from saying anything about the poor farmer's piglets. Or the farmer's poor piglets? Who knows, maybe some of them did survive so the goblins could raise them, but he wagered most of them were already slaughtered and eaten, considering 'Wormpit' from the same tribe, was barely skin and bones.
"The sun will set in a couple of hours. You don't want to be hunting for goblins at nighttime" he gave them one last piece of advice "I'm going to head back to town myself. I'm sorry - " he nodded at Will "but the people of Lugsid will never accept goblins in their midst, and I can't say I blame them. There is no way for a goblin to earn his keep there, even if he was inclined to"
"The sun will set in a couple of hours. You don't want to be hunting for goblins at nighttime" he gave them one last piece of advice "I'm going to head back to town myself. I'm sorry - " he nodded at Will "but the people of Lugsid will never accept goblins in their midst, and I can't say I blame them. There is no way for a goblin to earn his keep there, even if he was inclined to"
Dec 29, 2024 6:03 pm
"Sending this fellow back with a message sounds like the best compromise between sense and ethics, at least for me. Balan is probably correct that we won't be getting the farmer's pigs back. The dog's body is likely a lost cause as well. Starving goblins aren't picky eaters."
Dec 29, 2024 7:57 pm
Nightshade feels an unexpected touch of camaraderie as Yakov seconds his suggestion to send the goblin back with a message. For a moment, the shared sense of purpose eases the tension building since their encounter with Wormpit. He nods in agreement, the faintest flicker of a grin crossing his face.
Turning to the group, he speaks with measured calm. "I’ll follow Balan’s lead and head back to town for the night. I’m curious to hear what the Baron and the townsfolk say about all this. They’ve lived with these woods longer than we have, and they might know more than they’ve let on."
He glances toward the shadowy forest, "Tomorrow, after a long rest, we’ll return to the forest. I’ve no doubt there’s more devilry lurking out there than just goblins. Whatever it is, we’ll get to the bottom of it."
For a moment, he hesitates, his gaze lingering on Wormpit. "Let’s hope this little rat remembers the message. If not, we’ll be meeting Skunkmouth soon enough, one way or another."
Turning to the group, he speaks with measured calm. "I’ll follow Balan’s lead and head back to town for the night. I’m curious to hear what the Baron and the townsfolk say about all this. They’ve lived with these woods longer than we have, and they might know more than they’ve let on."
He glances toward the shadowy forest, "Tomorrow, after a long rest, we’ll return to the forest. I’ve no doubt there’s more devilry lurking out there than just goblins. Whatever it is, we’ll get to the bottom of it."
For a moment, he hesitates, his gaze lingering on Wormpit. "Let’s hope this little rat remembers the message. If not, we’ll be meeting Skunkmouth soon enough, one way or another."
Dec 30, 2024 5:26 pm
Do we get payment for nabbing the messenger gob,in, or is that a wash?
I’m sorry, what was the message again?
Will waits for business concluding, then settles his fightery self at ye ole Inn!
I’m sorry, what was the message again?
Will waits for business concluding, then settles his fightery self at ye ole Inn!
Dec 30, 2024 7:30 pm
******** Later That Evening ********
The town hall is a large, weathered building that stands at the center of town, its high ceiling supported by wooden beams, its floor worn by the passing of the years. The large hall is packed with peasants and adventurers, all standing shoulder to shoulder, murmuring and shifting anxiously
The baron, a weathered man in his fifities, stands at the center of the hall. The imposing man scans the room with his piercing blue eyes, waiting for the crowd to quiet down. Next to him stands his sheriff – a middle-aged man with steel-gray hair, clad in chainmail and with a longsword hanging from his belt.
Around the assembled, are two adventuring parties; the first, calling themselves The Scruffers, stand near the back. Their massive, bald, and hairy member towers over the crowd, while a beautiful woman in a revealing blouse adds a touch of charm. A bearded man with a ponytail strums a quiet tune on his lute, and the dark-haired grim-faced warrior remains ever watchful.
The Silverblades, the second adventuring party, are a disciplined group of seasoned fighters. The tall, blonde leader wields twin longswords, flanked in either sides by a stocky, scarred warrior and a lean, light-haired fighter.
The peasants, for the most part, keep to themselves, though their voices rise in sporadic bursts, often drowned out by the murmur of a hundred other conversations.
The town hall is a large, weathered building that stands at the center of town, its high ceiling supported by wooden beams, its floor worn by the passing of the years. The large hall is packed with peasants and adventurers, all standing shoulder to shoulder, murmuring and shifting anxiously
The baron, a weathered man in his fifities, stands at the center of the hall. The imposing man scans the room with his piercing blue eyes, waiting for the crowd to quiet down. Next to him stands his sheriff – a middle-aged man with steel-gray hair, clad in chainmail and with a longsword hanging from his belt.
Around the assembled, are two adventuring parties; the first, calling themselves The Scruffers, stand near the back. Their massive, bald, and hairy member towers over the crowd, while a beautiful woman in a revealing blouse adds a touch of charm. A bearded man with a ponytail strums a quiet tune on his lute, and the dark-haired grim-faced warrior remains ever watchful.
The Silverblades, the second adventuring party, are a disciplined group of seasoned fighters. The tall, blonde leader wields twin longswords, flanked in either sides by a stocky, scarred warrior and a lean, light-haired fighter.
The peasants, for the most part, keep to themselves, though their voices rise in sporadic bursts, often drowned out by the murmur of a hundred other conversations.
Dec 30, 2024 7:31 pm
The Baron finally decides to speak, his low and gravelly voice cutting through the murmurs of the crowd
"I know the farmlands have been under attack" he says "and we’re taking measures to put a stop to it. We’ve doubled the guard. Brought in adventurers. We will eliminate this threat"
He lets the words hang in the air for a moment as the crowd falls into an uneasy silence.
"I know the farmlands have been under attack" he says "and we’re taking measures to put a stop to it. We’ve doubled the guard. Brought in adventurers. We will eliminate this threat"
He lets the words hang in the air for a moment as the crowd falls into an uneasy silence.
Dec 30, 2024 7:34 pm
From the back of the room, a gruff voice rises above the others. A man steps forward, his face flushed with anger and frustration.
"It was the flour mill," his voice trembles with fury "They attacked it in broad daylight! Knocked me out cold. Took every sack of grain. Everything we’ve worked for—gone."
He clenches his fists, glaring toward the front "How are we supposed to feed our families now?"
"It was the flour mill," his voice trembles with fury "They attacked it in broad daylight! Knocked me out cold. Took every sack of grain. Everything we’ve worked for—gone."
He clenches his fists, glaring toward the front "How are we supposed to feed our families now?"
Dec 30, 2024 7:34 pm
The room erupts in a chorus of angry shouts and frantic murmurs. Voices rise from all corners of the hall:
"These goblins are nothing but pests! These goblins!!!"
"These goblins are nothing but pests! These goblins!!!"
Dec 30, 2024 7:44 pm
A man, weathered and rough-looking, pushes his way through the crowd:
"They cut my nets! Stole all my fish!" he shouts in a parched voice "I've lost a week’s worth of work in one night! How are we supposed to survive if they keep taking everything we’ve got?!?!?"
"They cut my nets! Stole all my fish!" he shouts in a parched voice "I've lost a week’s worth of work in one night! How are we supposed to survive if they keep taking everything we’ve got?!?!?"
Dec 30, 2024 7:45 pm
The crowd's anger reaches a boiling point, their voices rising together:
"Those goblins!!!! The goblins!!!"
"Those goblins!!!! The goblins!!!"
Dec 30, 2024 7:48 pm
Another man sways as he stumbles forward, flushed-cheeked, he slurs his every word
"I—I was out in the forest, chopping wood," he mumbles "I closed my eyes for just a moment, and when I opened 'em... my axe was gone! Goblins! It’s gotta be the goblins!!!"
"I—I was out in the forest, chopping wood," he mumbles "I closed my eyes for just a moment, and when I opened 'em... my axe was gone! Goblins! It’s gotta be the goblins!!!"
Dec 30, 2024 7:48 pm
The crowd falls silent for a moment. Eyes roll, and a few people exchange skeptical glances, clearly unconvinced
Dec 30, 2024 7:49 pm
The drunk stumbles again, his face flushed with urgency. "No, no, I’m tellin’ you, the goblins took it! the gob-lins!!"
Dec 30, 2024 7:50 pm
A faint murmur ripples through the crowd, and the mob, reluctantly, calls out again "the goblins!!"
Dec 30, 2024 7:51 pm
The Baron’s voice cuts through the murmurs:
"Calm yourselves," he says firmly, his gaze sweeping across the gathered townsfolk. "I know you’re angry, and I understand your fear. But rest assured, my men will track down these goblins come morning. We will find them, and we will end this."
He pauses, his sharp blue eyes locking with the crowd "You have my word. Everything will be taken care of. For now, return to your homes, stay vigilant, and trust that we will put an end to this."
"Calm yourselves," he says firmly, his gaze sweeping across the gathered townsfolk. "I know you’re angry, and I understand your fear. But rest assured, my men will track down these goblins come morning. We will find them, and we will end this."
He pauses, his sharp blue eyes locking with the crowd "You have my word. Everything will be taken care of. For now, return to your homes, stay vigilant, and trust that we will put an end to this."
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you're all free to interject at this moment. Dec 31, 2024 3:53 am
Nightshade listens patiently as the Baron delivers his speech, his sharp eyes scanning the gathered townsfolk for their reactions. When the crowd begins to disperse, he confidently composes, introducing himself and his companions to the Baron and Sheriff.
"Good evening, Baron. Sheriff," he begins again, his tone respectful yet direct. After the introductions, Nightshade offers a concise report. "While tracking the goblins that raided Farmer Pyotor, we encountered an ambush of five goblins, more aggressive than I’d expected. Their leader, a goblin calling himself Skunkmouth, came up in our interrogation. I wonder if that name means anything to you?"
He lets the question hang momentarily, gauging their expressions before continuing. "I hope you’ll forgive me for stating the obvious, but it seems these goblins are stockpiling food. That behavior points to something larger, a sizable force, or perhaps a large creature, hidden in the woods outside your town."
He pauses, his gaze steady, scrutinizing their faces for any sign of recognition or concern. "I was curious, what are your plans for counter-raids in the morning? If this is the start of something bigger, we’d be wise to act quickly."
After a moment, he leans back slightly, a faint, wry smile playing on his lips. "And, not to be indelicate, but there’s also the matter of compensation. Who should we speak to about payment for the five goblins we dealt with earlier today? It was hardly the welcome party we were hoping for."
"Good evening, Baron. Sheriff," he begins again, his tone respectful yet direct. After the introductions, Nightshade offers a concise report. "While tracking the goblins that raided Farmer Pyotor, we encountered an ambush of five goblins, more aggressive than I’d expected. Their leader, a goblin calling himself Skunkmouth, came up in our interrogation. I wonder if that name means anything to you?"
He lets the question hang momentarily, gauging their expressions before continuing. "I hope you’ll forgive me for stating the obvious, but it seems these goblins are stockpiling food. That behavior points to something larger, a sizable force, or perhaps a large creature, hidden in the woods outside your town."
He pauses, his gaze steady, scrutinizing their faces for any sign of recognition or concern. "I was curious, what are your plans for counter-raids in the morning? If this is the start of something bigger, we’d be wise to act quickly."
After a moment, he leans back slightly, a faint, wry smile playing on his lips. "And, not to be indelicate, but there’s also the matter of compensation. Who should we speak to about payment for the five goblins we dealt with earlier today? It was hardly the welcome party we were hoping for."
Dec 31, 2024 12:40 pm
The baron gives a brief nod, and the sheriff steps forward to address your inquiries.
"I don’t know any goblin names," he says coldly "As far as I’m concerned, the only good goblin is a dead goblin."
A murmur of approval ripples through the crowd.
"We'll leave at dawn tomorrow. Spread out and follow the trails into the forest. With so many of us, we should be able to handle whatever we encounter," the sheriff seems confident they could handle the situation "Vasile here will handle your compensation for today’s work." He seems irritated at having to address this now, but he knows it must be done. "You may approach him once the meeting concludes."
He pauses, scanning the room. "Now, unless there are any further questions—"
"I don’t know any goblin names," he says coldly "As far as I’m concerned, the only good goblin is a dead goblin."
A murmur of approval ripples through the crowd.
"We'll leave at dawn tomorrow. Spread out and follow the trails into the forest. With so many of us, we should be able to handle whatever we encounter," the sheriff seems confident they could handle the situation "Vasile here will handle your compensation for today’s work." He seems irritated at having to address this now, but he knows it must be done. "You may approach him once the meeting concludes."
He pauses, scanning the room. "Now, unless there are any further questions—"
Dec 31, 2024 7:46 pm
Will shakes his fightery head. I’ve no questions presently,he says with wary confidence.
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