In reply to Tunnel goblins (msg # 31):

Aine will hold the light more prominently.

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?"

Peace! ... we mean you no Harm.

He drops the spear point some so it is not pointing at them.

Aldous similarly takes a non-threatening stance, though not going so far as to sheathe his knife.

"Okay..So, we have neighbors. Mom and dad would know what kind of people they are..I'll go get  Dad!"
Nana breaks off, running upstairs.

Sven stands fast, weapon readied, but looks on calmly.
"At least they're not orcs. Forsooth! We have ourselves a moral dilemma, methinks.."

"What's s' bad 'bout orcs?  'Side f'm that thing wher they was bustin' up goblin stalls over jugger, I got no pro'lem with 'em."

In reply to Aldous Hack (msg # 37):

"Ki vagy te?"

In reply to Aldous Hack (msg # 37):
"Since you're not Shevnian, I don't expect you to feel any ire towards those swine...But they invaded our homeland, and raped our women, and if they think we'll call them relatives, I got something for 'em!"

Sven says with steel in his tone, and brandishes his axe for emphasis.

"Daddy! There's goblins down here, come quick! What should we do??"
Nana can he heard returning, speaking with her father, as their footsteps approach...

Sparky steps around so he can be seen, he points to the group and then points up, then makes a walking down motion with his fingers.

Kazimir enters the chamber with his daughter on his heels.
He carries his lute, along.
"I see we have neighbors, indeed... Hello. Do you speak Aralaise?"

They don't seem to ...

"Sounds t'me sumpin' like wot you say 'mong y'selves -- but Sven din't savvy."

23:15, Today: Kazimir Yurick rolled 9 using 3d6.  telepathy ~ 14.
"Hear ye, Hear ye, goblin's three! Have a mental conversation with me..."
Kazimir strums, and sing-songs a cantrip...
[Private to GM: to one of the goblins: "Hello, do not fear. My name is Kazimir, and my family and i have purachased the building above, and while clearing out rats, we've found this passage, which conencts with our basement. I dont speak your language, so I'm using telepathy so we can communicate."]

In reply to Kazimir Yurick (msg # 45):

One of them gave a sharp whistle whe Nsna first ran off, and by the time Kaz arrived there were seven goblins squinting at you and eyeing your weapons warily.

Telepathy requires a willing subject. Mind sendin or mind reading is -4 to the roll.

"Not a Pen'ecostal in th' place, eh?"

Aldous takes a deep breath and looks upward as he concentrates.

"Debemus te non, uh, malum."  He stumbles over the pronunciation, and Father Robards would cringe at his accent and grammar.

He mutters under his breath.  "I hope they don't speak Latin, or this could get ugly."

In reply to Aldous Hack (msg # 47):

"So, friendly, or target practice?"

"Well, I can't get into his mind, and I can't understand them."
Kazimir says, frowning.
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Nana clutches her father's sleeve.
"We're not going to have to murder them, are we? We're not murderers.."

"We have to protect our secret, and defend our property.. This prevents us from involving anyone from the outside, like someone from the cathedral, that might be able to help us parley. I don't have anything against goblins, so I'm not eager to murder either... But what are we going to do?"

"We should try Shevnian hospitality. It's our way, to be hospitable to strangers, as long as they behave themselves. Why don't we bring them up, and give them some bread, soup, and some drink? If we show them goodwill, perhaps we can figure out something later. There's still alot of food left, from supper.."

Or perhaps bring some down here, where they don't feel exposed to tricks ... it also keeps a divider between our worlds.

Kazimir nods at Thorg's suggestion.
"Nana, go tell your mother what's going on. Transer some soup from the cauldron in the hearth, into a pot, and bring what's left of the knishes. Also, bring a bottle of table wine."
Kazimir smiles at the goblins, patting her shoulder, as he sends her off.
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In reply to Thorg (msg # 53):

Aine looks around for something organic to make into food...

Nana rushes off, upstairs.