01 Arrival At Dawnsmoor (IC Thread)

"Oh he's running that's jovial." Pomin comments jumping down and snatching up rope to jury rig a snare for the boat. He lets out a grunt in a last ditch effort to capture the survivor.

This was a dumb idea... he thinks to himself wondering why the smallest person on deck got the idea to do something like this.

Pomin - as the rope flies out and goes taut you have a moment of satisfaction at hearing the goblin's surprised squealing. This is cut short as the rope tugs in your hand and catches you off guard and pulling you from your feet. The end of the rope slips from your hand and quickly slithers towards the side of the barge....

Prong dives for the rope as it starts sliding over the low edge of the craft. She lets her ax drop and it starts to slide away, but her owl bear turns away from his last kill and fetches it like a dog with a thrown stick.

Prong dives forwards and just manages to snag the end of the rope as it starts to slip off the edge of the barge. Planting her feet she starts to reel in the now shouting and squealing goblin, her arms shaking with the effort now that the adrenalin from the fight is fading away, and in fairly short order she has the damp bedraggled creature sprawled on the deck before her.

"WAAAAAAA!!! MERCY GREAT ONE! YOU NO KILL MUKMIK!!!!!" the goblin screams and shouts whilst tears are running down it's face.

"Didn't 'ou and ya mates just try attemp'ed ta just kill us? I've 'alf a mind to ask Prong if 'er companion was 'ungry but you might give 'em an upset stomach. Wouldntya? Oy, why'd you opt to attempt some river banditry? You have an idea boats coming through 'ere would 'ave some cards." Pomin spouts after getting up and pokeing the goblin while wiping his mouth.

Bullocks... bite me tongue on that one. he thinks to himself spitting out a bit of blood on the deck.

Prong drags the goblin toward Motem and lets the owlbear sniff and growl at the greenskin.

The Goblin looks at Motem with eyes wide and it's feet scrambling on the deck desperately trying in vain to scramble back from the owlbear "MUKMIK NOT KNOW! MUKMIK AND OTHERS TOLD TO COME AND FLOAT TO BIG RAFT, GREAT MUGLACK SAID SHE WOULD TURN US INSIDE OUT IF WE NOT!!! PLEASE NO FEED MUKMIK TO BEAST!!!!!"

Pomin had his tongue hanging out as far as possible and was trying to see if it was biten staring down his nose and looked a bit odd.

With a sigh that it seemed impossible currently he nodded at the goblin's story, "Right so what do we think, Muglack like a matriarch type for these lot? Mukmik how many goblins didn't come with you and which way is this Muglack. You've let her plan be known so she might not be kindly to you now." he advised smack his lips and wagging his tongue a bit, "Captain Kirill, Sir, if they were told to float out here for some reason them coming up and causing havoc may not have been the actual plan, this might be a distraction for something else going on so I think we should be on guard. Lets be on the look out for anything ahead that could have us run aground maybe." Pomin added.

Maybe he was just a bit overly cautious or paranoid or maybe it was because he was quite timid but he knew it. Being careful had it's advantages too...

He looked to the rest of the group to see if they had any thoughts on this to add.

Standing behind Mukmik, Khurza grabs his arm tightly to prevent him from backing up any further, positive he knows more.

It is rather bold for such a group to attack a guarded...ship. I'm certain Mukmik will tell us all he knows, unless he wishes to die where he stands. Her expression is stone cold, and she begins to pull him closer to Motem.

Prong prods Motem's front paw so that the beast places it on the goblin's chest. The owlbear finds something interesting and moves in closer, sniffing at the goblins collar bone. The goblin can feel the sharp beak scraping across the tender vital flesh, so near the important veins and arteries.

"Right, glad I'm over here... dangerous women seem a little more charming on this side of things..." Pomin comments lowly to himself and get back on a perch to look around figuring the ladies have it handled just fine with out his 5 stones of minor menace.

Likewise satisfied her comrades have the interrogation well in hand, Nya returns to keeping watch over the river.

Frustrated by her earlier failure to notice the interlopers, Nya peers into the darkness.

"Right so what do you think, is this Matriarch possibly looking for a new husband that would be kidnapped and brought back to marry her possibly ya think?" Pomin asks his lookout mate to little the mood.

Khurza/Prong - Mukmik starts shaking and from the puddle rapidly growing around the creature you're pretty certain he's taking your threats seriously "ME NOT KNOW! PLEASE NO KILL MUKMIK!!! MUGLACK ONLY SENT US ME THINK! SHE SAID TO TAKE ALL THE SHINEYS FROM THE LAZY PINK SKINS! PLASE NO KILL, NO KILL MUKMIK!!!!" it keeps pleading for it's lif over and over again.

Nya - you start to patrol around the edge of the barge but do not see anything of note in the darkness.

Pomin - as you ponder the motivations of the goblin matriarch your eyes scan the far shore....your head snaps back to a patch of darkness in the distance and you feel suddenly tense (Threat - take 1 strain) as you just barely pick out the signs of movement. At this distance in the darkness it is a bit hard to make out too much detail but you can see a figure, fairly short you think, that seems to be holding a staff of some kind moving back into the darkness flanked by another couple of figures. Before you can alert anyone else to their presence they have vanished into the darkness.

Prong leans in to whisper to Khurza. "Maybe we should ask the captain what he wants to do with it. Maybe he needs an extra deck hand. The goblin might be good with a mop. I doubt this Muglack will bother us again on this trip. Likely she'l cut her losses and look for easier pickings."

Meanwhile Motem continues to sniff and paw at the goblin looking for any hidden food the owlbear can eat.

If this is what passes for a raid, we have no cause for concern. She says with the slightest hint of arrogance. Looking at the rather loud Goblin, her brow furrows for a second.

I am tempted to kill him now for his part... But it would be cruel to slaughter such a helpless fool. Whatever his skills may be, they aren't fighting. I will leave his fate in your hands. Walking over to Mukmik, she bangs the pommel of her axe into the barge to get their attention. You will be silent now.

"No eating...yet." She gently admonishes the owlbear, then Prong heads off to find the skipper leaving Motem to watch the goblin.