"Ehi! Come inside!"

Manaku, in the roof, wait for everybody got inside the mansion and will close the doors.

There is a wood board or something similiar around? I want to isolate the goblin out blocking the doors
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 14:06, Thu 08 Nov 2018.

In reply to Manaku (msg # 136):

There are two doors on the roof leading down to the north wall of the first floor. You have no key to lock them. You could try to block one with your body, but not both at once. And that would mean keeping Thud isolated as well.

In reply to DM (msg # 137):

Brodd, regarding the was on the sconces, some of the dribbled surrounding wax is very dusty indeed, but the empty circles where the actual columnar candles once stood (think of the kinds you find in your church) have very little dust at all.

nevermind!
I go downstairs, ignoring the goblin in the machine

Yagi takes the other stairs with Thud in front.
"Me sorry bout de barrel and all dat but dat was too tart anyways. Watch you step it still sticky. Oh you got more pack! Hey-yo! Nice hunting dere!"
This message was last edited by the GM at 20:06, Thu 08 Nov 2018.

Brodd was taken aback by the goblin suddenly in their midst.  His teachings coloured the world as us vs. them, good vs. evil, law vs. chaos.  Goblins were certainly in the 'them' category.

He didn't know the best move.  Inflexibility would prove a mistake, as would trusting an evil creature.  He tries to get a sense of the creature's heart but keeps his sling lowered:

"Tell me, where is the owner of the is place?  The winemaker and his family?"

In reply to DM (msg # 140):

“We going to have this creature around then, I suppose?” Sasar asks in lightly sour manner.

Then addressing the goblin:

“Why do you insist on coming with us? What do you want? We could part peacefully. You go that way and we go this way. With little luck we don’t have to never ever see each others again”

His voice carries clear mistrust towards the goblin.

At the bottom of the stairs, Creston stands and waits for his eyesight to adjust. Until it does, he listens for enemies and takes a sniff at the air down there.

((20:10, Today: Creston Fairwood rolled 5 using 1d6 (Secret Stuff) ((5)).))

If Creston finds anything, or anyone, of interest down here, he'll shout up to the others.
This message was last edited by the player at 03:14, Fri 09 Nov 2018.

"Agreed. Yagi is nothing more than an opportunistic rat. I vote we let Chomper eat him."

"When we come only see vine peoples! Like deadwalkers but vines. Dey here before we came? Dunno! We tell dem go 'way but dey jus' walkin walkin so we cut dem till dey fall. Dat one guy in the stock we find in de house in back, we keep him in de stock to see if he got de vine-sick. Udder guy *points to Elerndale* came later wit' de cart guy, we put him in de closet if he vine-sick too. Dunno where de cart guy went, he talk 'bout get de real good bottle in dat room an' he no come back!

She points at the room with the sliding shelf.



Because dis me castle now! Me pack take over we own it! I surrender, you shortleg now friend me, now we one pack! Same-same! We split up, de vine-sicks come scratch us make us vine-sick! Den de vines run dis place but not like de druids like!"
This message was last edited by the GM at 14:19, Fri 09 Nov 2018.

"When we come only see vine peoples! Like deadwalkers but vines ...

Listening to the creature's childish rant, Brodd did detect a discernible narrative.  Yes she was still a goblin and not to be trusted.

"Apparently the household was infected somehow but there's one fellow unaccounted for," he says grimly to the others.  "So we can still rescue someone as was out first intention."

"Where is this man's gear?" Brodd then asks the goblin, referring to Erlindale.

Regarding the creature's fate, the priest knows that in the long term she will be forced out or killed, but there was no reason they could not be genial for a time.  Perhaps they could even show her was real, civilised folk were like and she might take this lesson back to her broodlings.

"There is a place for every creature under the sun," he mutters to himself.  It was a psalm, not really popular with the older clergy, but still a belief of his faith.

"Fine.  If you surrendered, then give us your weaponry and take our trust that we will not abuse you.  As a prisoner, there are rules and we will follow them."

Brodd felt everyone from Masondain would be honourable enough, but what of the newcomers?  Would they even be staying once they knew the place was not to be looted??

See OOC forum for some comments

"Dat axe out front was he carryin. De rest it here and there."

Brodd:

"Fine.  If you surrendered, then give us your weaponry and take our trust that we will not abuse you.  As a prisoner, there are rules and we will follow them."

"Ghost talker don' carry weapon, sun talker! Me only got Mista Wong an he say he like me better! And you longleg friend woulda been squishy already If me no stop de lever! *points at Manaku*

She picks up the severed leg that Chomper was playing with.

"You want me weapon? Here. Take me arms, and me feetses."

She brings the ball joint to her snout and sniffs at it.

"Make sure you cook friend before you eat. Dat de right way."

She nods solemnly, mimicking your utterance.
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Regdoc snorted in disgust, waving Chomper next to him. There was something odd going on here, the goblin was working some sort of machination with everyone's mind. If they were weak and foolish enough to fall for such tricks and manipulations, well that was fine for them, but the Seeker wouldn't have any of it himself. He waited reluctantly to be the last to enter the tunnel. He'd much rather be near the head of this downward meandering line, but reasoned that if he was last, the goblin couldn't stab him in the back, and he'd be able to keep an eye on the dirty little creature as well.

As you all prepare to take the slope down into the tunnels, you do a quick head count and realize Iffy has vanished.

“I don’t trust you and I think it is inevitable that at some point in the near future you will betray us. I'm sorry, but that is what I know about your kind and that is how I feel about you.” Sasar says coldly to the goblin before he turns and glances the newcomers (Einhard & Manaku) from head to toe.

“And who are all these new people? I’d like to know what are your names and what is your business here?”

"Only a fool fights in a burning building," shouts Creston! "Just get everybody down here and we can continue the fighting later, if we want!"

While sharing the concerns of everyone about the goblin and the newcomers Brodd was also in agreement with Creston and Sasar.  The building might survive but it was safer underground and if the goblin was in their midst and under strict observation then there was less chance of malice.

"Let's move."


Update to March Order
Single file  WAS                              NOW
Amalrik the Barbarian                         Creston the Eager and the Infravision-istic
Regdoc and Hound at his side                  Amalrik and Eron riding his shoulder
Eron Windblade the pixie buzzing around       Goblin and THUD! at her side
Brother Brodd the Ill-Equipped                Brodd, the Goblin Watcher
Sasar the Wizard                              Sasar
Creston the Elf                               Regdoc and Hound
Iffy the Thief                                Manaku the Rear Guard, The Stealthy, the After-Scout

Quite possibly also there (but also quite possibly not)
IFFY, Einhard, Erlindale.


Double File
Amalrik and Creston
Goblin and THUD!
Brodd and Sasar
Regdoc and Hound
Manaku and Eron

At these words Manaku grin and looks at the goblin with his red eyes.

"You don't know that, I already killed two of your companions and you were the next... but i do appreciate your... clemence, what's your name?"



"I was a passerby, and I noticed the fray, I just wanted to help. My name is Manaku, an hunter, maybe... not anymore"

And Manaku stay behind the group, looking at the back so they won't be surprised by any improvise attacks.

In reply to Manaku (msg # 153):

“Eh well we kill one o’ you guys already but you bring him back! And he name not Clemence, it Mista Wong! You ears too small?”

The goblin turns to Sasar. “Oh you back already! Well Globo still did victory dance! Dis goblin Yagi de Ghost Talker and dis me stick Mista Wong!” She shakes the stick with the skull on it, and it rattles.

Manaku reply with a whisper

"All right, all right. Keep your voice low... I suppose we should say sorry to you for your companions, but it was a 'to kill or be killed' situation, don't you agree?"
This message was last edited by the player at 14:20, Mon 12 Nov 2018.

"I was a passerby, and I noticed the fray, I just wanted to help. My name is Manaku, an hunter, maybe... not anymore"

"We're from the region to the south," Brodd explains.  "Masondain."

"It is a rescue mission and you are welcome to join us."

He's noticed the convict has left the scene but says nothing; perhaps Iffy had taken the opportunity to loot and leave, or perhaps she was scouting somewhere.  Either way, Brodd doubts the resourceful woman was in trouble.

"Regdoc the Seeker, I tread the Path of the Wandering One..." The old cleric said by way of introduction.

Then addressing Manaku, "...keep your wits, apologizing to a goblin is like telling a mosquito you're sorry for not eating more sweets!"

"Get this caravan moving Brodd..." Regdoc grouched.

Manaku is visibility irritated by this way to interpret life as white or black

"Just put yourself in his/hers(not sure) situation, born and raised in a goblin clan, what are the chances he/she could be like you or me? I'm just going to give him/her a possibility to change his/her view of life"

Then he blink his eye and grin towarth the goblin

"It's not like I'm going to be a fool, I don't trust you, yet, you have to convince me first"
This message was last edited by the player at 19:16, Mon 12 Nov 2018.

With the new goblin ally and the group readying itself to head into parts unknown, Eron is busy rummaging through the racks of the wine, putting as many as he can manage to drag away.  When he is convinced that he himself could lift no more, he proceeds to try to load down Sasar's beast of burden, a few in Amalrik's pack and wherever he thinks he could pass them off unnoticed.

In reply to Eron Windblade (msg # 159):

[I find the idea of a 1.5' pixie trying to make off with a pair of bottles as tall as he is quite hilarious!]