Chapter 1 - The Beginning

"Ah, yes, I had hoped that situation would...resolve itself", Taft says as he looks around the beach area by the river. He picks up and drops a couple different small stones on the beach, pocketing a few others into a small pocket on the side of his robe. "Your friends speak truth Crolwell, the guards of Neverwinter are very particular about letting goblins in the city limits.", he says, pocketing a few more small stones, "They do not look very kindly on those caught harboring such creatures."

The goblin twists and tries to struggle free of the pinning. After a few moments, realizing he is still clearly overpowered the goblin shouts, "Kill me or let me go, this is a fate worse than death! You have massacred my small tribe in that cave, and imprisoned me in that horrible bag. If I EVER become free I will not stop until I wear your skin as a cloak." He is almost frothing at the mouth with rage.

Taft looks at Ütés and smiles a bit. "Ammunition. Small concealable weapons are a mainstay of The Daggers.", he responds in elven as he pulls a small sling from a pocket on the other side of his robe, "My talents lie more in the realm of the arcane, but practical weapon use is also a pillar of training for Daggers. Bows and crossbows have power, until they are out of bolts or arrows. Unfortunately those are harder to find on this beach", he lets out the smallest of chuckles at his own joke, looking at the soldier to see what she makes of it.

Crolwell connects his attack with the goblin as Taft is searching to see if the soldier understands humor. The goblin is cleaved violently in half.

Taft pockets a few more stones and sits on a large fallen tree, "I am sure you have many questions", he glances at Xadira for a moment, "MANY questions. I will speak of what I can. The Daggers have trained me in the use of weapons and tactics. The arcane was my own years of study, I was recruited because they had seen me excel at it fairly...", he stops and starts listening for something. He suddenly produces a small dagger from in his cloak and in a flash of steel impales a frog sitting near him on the downed tree.

"Prepare yourself, quickly, we are not alone", he orders as he unclasps his pin and throws it to the ground. A moment later green amphibious forms leap from the woods and land in a half-circle around you, four of them are spread around your group just outside the bubble.

"Rrrrrrrr", croaks one of them. They look like giant frogs standing on their back legs. If they weren't holding spears it may almost look humorous.

"Bullywogs", whispers Taft. "They can't quite see us but they've obviously spotted our position."

[ GM: Time for an initiative roll. ]