Storm King's Thunder

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The boards softly squeaked under Kyria's boots, as she snuk in. This didn't matter though - she already was almost deafened by the bell, and those in the tower didn't even hear how the warforged crashed into the building! The floor felt it, though, leaving a crack behind, which at the moment, was not important all.

If she'd know the bet, she'd be probably happy for the halfling to win the bet were Kyria to know about it. Inside she saw two little humanoids with dirty-yellow skin, having the time of their lives. A goblin - no taller than four foot, all dressed in warm fur and leather armour, made a knot - a sort of a stable noose - some five feet up on the rope that led up to the bell,and sat in it, clutching the rope with two clawed hands. Its dark beady eyes were full of childish joy, and a grin stretched across its face, showing off small thin and crooked teeth. The other one was on theground, holding the end of the rope. It started swinging it back and forth, making circular motions, soon creating huge circles around the wooden tower, as the first goblin giggled, and whisteled, and obviously enjoyed itself on a weird swing.

Soon, the swings became too much, and a simple mechanism of the tower made the bell rock back and fort. Bom! Bom! Bom! - it started ringing again, making the two creatures laugh hysterically, before their grins of joy changed to the one of discomfort. They both stopped, covering their eats, waiting for the bell to stop, then darted a glare at each other, and snickered, like kids that just got off with a prank. Then, the first one jumped down, its metal-clad boots tapping on the floor, showed to the noose, and said something in an unintelligible language: "Dertsa nahoru! Tvoa cherha!", and the other one nodded, quickly climbing up the rope while its friend held it steady, smiling wide.

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After having his first real taste of battle with the worgs, Yenric's pulse was still racing. He had no idea what was going to be behind that door ... well, he did have money down that it would be a goblin, and logic dictated that it would probably be two, but that was really only a friendly wager to please his lady and enjoy some camaraderie with a fellow man of the cloth, so to speak. Now he found himself there, a mixture of fear and excitement racing through his small body, his hands somehow holding steady as he aimed at the door with his crossbow, feeling protected behind the pew.

When the door was opened and it seemed that there was no immediate danger, he slipped out from his makeshift barricade and headed into the small room where his fellow travelers were. He looked up and saw the two goblins and his first reaction was to cheer and gloat having won the bet. However, he had heard enough tales of horrid little beasts to know that they shouldn't be taken lightly, even when laughing and playing with a bell.

He looked up and at them and then around to the new friends he had made in the caravan. He didn't know if any of them spoke goblin, but he knew that he was a fairly friendly looking little chap. "Hello there!" He yelled up the tower at the goblins, hiding his crossbow for a moment and smiling broadly. "Do either of you speak common?" He asked. "Or giant?" He added on the off chance. He didn't bother with Halfling, figuring it would be a small miracle if they did. Then he remembered the goddess he worshiped. Luck was not presented to those who didn't take chances. "Or Halfling?"

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[Equusheart]

Kyra watched the two goblins from where she stood with a mixture of curiosity and mistrust. Guess they knew who the wargs had belonged to now. There was only two only them, but Kyra was still uneasy. Goblins were nasty little shits at the best of times.

Yenric stepped up then and started talking to them, first in common and then in two other languages she didn't quite recognize though she suspected the last one was the tongue of his kin. Kyra cast him a look that thought the halfling was crazy, but then again he might have a point. Even so Kyra reached for her quiver.

"Perhaps a little elvish?" Kyra asked in her father's tongue as she slowly pulled an arrow from her quiver and set it to her bow.

 

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The booming stopped abruptly for much longer than before. one goblin stood, holding the rope, the other one, with his head obviously spinning, tried to keep the little halfling in focus, but failing miserably. They obviously did not expect what they were seeing, and have spent a few seconds to understand what was going on and how to react. Bu this time, the group outside understood that something happened in the chapel for the silence that drowned the town. It was so thick that sudden that even the small creaking of the windmill and the river splattering was heard over it.

The one goblin on the rope looked at the halfling, and slowly climbed off the rope - not before darting a glare at his (or her) mate. They both looked like a mix of an especially large monkey with their long arms and shorter legs, small stature (not for Yenric, of course), and animalistic, somewhat elongated faces; and a lizard, for their thick, yellow skin and scale-like sport. Whilst on the ground, they looked at each other. One of them grinned, and, again, spoke in a weird tongue: "Malenk vechera pjshla!", and the other one grinned wide, showing off thin, crooked teeth. With that, they both darted black, hungry eyes at the duo at the doors, swiftly unsheathing thir curved, sabre-like blades, and, seeing how the half-elf got the arrow, putting the rough wooden shields up.

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Spoiler: Current post order/initiative

Yenric
Samson
Dizzy goblin
Kyria
Zi'on
Goblin

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The halfling was disappointed that his attempts at diplomacy seemed to be a complete failure, though his expectations hadn't been high considering goblins are ... well, goblins. It became apparent very quickly that they were in for a fight. He was thankful that he had his crossbow ready and loaded. He took a few steps back toward the door, creating some distance between himself and the monsters. He aimed at the goblin that had been swinging the most recently, figuring the goblin would be off kilter and make for an easier target. As always he said a briefest of prayers to Tymora and loosed his arrow at the ugly little humanoid.

 

[Sizniche]

Samson, who had been watching quietly from the door, stepped into action almost as quickly as the blades come out, surpisingly quick--even to himself--for a man in ring mail, to defend his fellow companions. To make sure he didn't accidentally get hit by Yenric's bolt, he moved to attack the other goblin, thrusting his longsword at the foul creature.

Spoiler: Actions

Samson makes a longsword attack, with 7 to hit and 6 for damage.

 

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So many things happened at once. The paladin rushing through the doors into the bell tower, with his sword high in the air, trying to hit the little beast, only to fail miserably, and instead chop a piece of the door frame off, blocking the passage with his body at the same time. However, this didn't prevent the halfling's masterful shot from reaching its target: the bolt sung right under the man's shield, almost brushing it. The goblin was covered by its own shield, just eyes popping to see the enemies in front of it. And the bolt swung past Samson, landing with a disgusting crack right between them, almost piercing the skull into two. The creature gave out a short, somewhat surprised grunt, and fell backwards, fingers twitching for a moment, before it went still.

Its friend's eyes widened. It did not expect this from a little man, neither he expected a much larger paladin. It yelped, switching its tactics immediately, rolling back quite gracefully as it scanned the area around for something. Probably not finding it, it jumped onto the rope, hurrying upwards to the bell with surprising speed for its appearance.

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[Equusheart]

Kyria frowned as the goblins drew their weapons. Guess talking is out of the question. She raised her bow and drew back the arrow waiting for a clear shot as the paladin charged in. One goblin fell as the bolt from Yenric's crossbow found its mark while Kyria's aim followed the other as it climbed the bell rope. She released her arrow, letting fly towards the goblin.

 

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Dakyte the Wanderer​

"I doubt Giants are the cause of whatever festers within this place" The Genasi stated in a flat almost distant tone. "There are no signs of one being here. No footprints, no signs of destruction or any other indicators of the sort." His voice growing softer the young man glanced at the elf and said to Rina "of that I am certain." Shifting his backpack and readjusting a little, Dakyte strode forward, looked in the direction of the church then looked in the direction of the town before the stables.

He eyed the church wondering if following and playing guard in the rear really was the smart thing to do. It would mean things would only prolong in getting to the bottom of things here. With a change of heart, Dakyte said "I'll take a look at the stables and make my way back to you all after checking there and the farms." At the very least he could keep some form of protection to the rear this way by meeting anything heading for the church or tavern. Saying nothing, waiting for no one's input, he took off. Staff in hand as he made his way up towards the stables, passing the gateway.

Once there the Dakyte scanned his surroundings, trying to absorb as much as he could, trying to find anything off or odd about the stables as he approached.

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Zi'on cocked his head when he heard the commotion coming from deeper into the room, though he couldn't quite see. So he moved closer until he was standing behind Sam and looked into the room. He saw one apparently dead Goblin and one making their escape up the bell towers rope.

"Pardon me my friend" he said slipping passed the Paladin, his fingers pulling out a small pointed object from beneath his robe.

With a movement he was clearly used to, the Warforfed flicked the dart towards the goblin climbing.

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Yenric quickly pulled out another bolt and reloaded his trusty machine of death. He pointed it at the goblin, climbing up the rope ... but then froze for a second. He was struck with a crisis of conscience. He had damaged the worg. He had killed one goblin. He hadn't had much time to grapple with either. Clearly, both of those creatures that now lay dead had wanted him dead, had wanted his friends dead, had attacked first. The goblin in question, though, seemed to be fleeing. Yenric didn't know what to do. He could fire at it, trying to end the threat, or he could try to get it to surrender. Quickly he did the moral calculus in his head. If he let the goblin live, then it might continue to fight, just looking to get the upper hand. It could harm one of his companions, one of the people who were quickly becoming Yenric's friends. He liked these people, particularly the odd machine-man and the paladin. The half elf with them was still a bit of a mystery, and the others outside he was reserving judgment for as well.

From the tales he had heard of goblins, they were not good creatures. They were evil, they did evil things, and they caused harm. Even though the thought of shooting someone, even an evil little creature, in the back made him a bit sick to his stomach, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to one of the others due to his own inaction. He had no more time to think, and he had made his decision.

He trained the crossbow at the goblin and fired.

 

[Sizniche]

Not wanting the little bastard to get away, but not really wanting to kill him, Samson grabbed the base of the rope and rang the bell like hells, trying to shake the goblin off. Maybe the goblin could give them information, maybe they could have him lead them to the goblin camp, or maybe they could just kindly tell him and his friends to fuck off, but regardless of how it pans out after the goblin comes down, he would indeed be coming down. Plus, maybe he'd ring the bell loud enough for the rest of the group to hear.

Spoiler: Actions

Samson makes an athletics check to ring the bell as hard as he can to shake the goblin off. 25 for Athletics.

 

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The little goblin was lucky today. An arrow flew past it, then - the dart managed to hit him right on the shoulder plate, a bolt hit the wall of the tower, sticking up near the bell, and it was almost out of danger, reaching for the edge of the tower with its small clawed hand, when the rope began shaking violently. The bell started ringing again, deafening the people in close vicinity, making the rest of the party hear something akin to wedding bells spreading through the town. The goblin screamed, fighting the instinctual desire to put its hands over its ears, and instead hold onto the rope tight, but the force was too great. Hitting one of the walls, the little humanoid started falling down with a short gurgling scream. This scream pierced the air over the ringing, before abruptly stopping, changed by a thud, and a splatter. It fell head-first onto the floor, its skull cracking. Yenric and Kyria, as well as Zi'on and Samson, found their feet now coloured in dark-red spot: the mix of blood and brains, large crimson pool forming beneath the body, and walls painted with blood.

Meanwhile, besides the change in the ringing pattern, the genasi didn't see anything extraordinary... well, asides from what had already been noted. Large hole, big rocks, all the doors open as the townsfolk fled the attack. The stable house was full of draft horses, looking distressed, and for a good reason - one of the rocks hit the roof and fell right in the middle of the stables, but luckily no animals were harmed. They were looking around, and snorting nervously, but there was something else. A sound from the hayloft above the stables, as shh-shhh-shhh-shh of something being moved - most probably sacks with oatmeal and hay.

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[Sizniche]

Samson released the bell rope, wincing as he heard the solid crack of a goblin's skull opening against the solid floor. He felt a pang of guilt, having accidentally killed the poor fella in what was clearly a one sided fight to begin with, but he tried to take comfort in the fact that the goblin met a quick end. He closed his eyes to give a quick prayer for the poor creatures; while he very well should have prayed after the battle with the worgs much like the warforged did, he had neglected to do so, but there was no excuse for not at least giving a moment of silence for the deaths of creatures who were very clearly sapient, even if they were evil.

After a few seconds, Samson opened his eyes and reached inside his coin purse. He pulled out a silver coin, and flicked it to the cleric. "As morbid as this was, a bet's a bet. That's the smallest coinage I have on me at the moment; you owe me nine coppers." Samson hated giving up a whole silver, having grown up poor and knowing better than many the true value of a silver piece well spent, but he was equally aware of the importance of making good on bets and debts.

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The halfling looked down at the carnage that he had helped create and felt a little bad. Seeing his new friend praying, he joined in, saying a few silent words in his head over their corpses. He would have many thoughts about the lives that he took. This may have been his first experience with it, but he knew that it was not going to be his last. This was a cruel world, far from the little religious enclave where he had spent most of his life.

He snatched the silver from the air and pocketed it. "I'm good for it, don't worry. Though I may just take the rest of the copper from you in wagers before I pay up," he admitted. "Best not to wager against a priest of Lady Luck herself," he said, smiling despite the emotions that he was feeling. "Tymora smiles upon me this day. All of us, I believe." He nodded his head with approval.

"I'm mostly glad we are all well after that small battle," he said, moving toward the door back into the main area of the church. He would allow any of the others to loot the bodies if they so chose. Yen was not up for such a thing at this point in his adventuring career. He couldn't bring himself to consider such a thing.

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[Equusheart]

Kyria sighed as she looked at the bodies of the two goblins. 'Well, that could've gone better,' she thought. They were just goblins, yet when she remembered how they had been laughing just moments ago Kyria couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt and regret. Looking at the Halfling's face she could tell that he felt it too.

"I'm sorry," she said as she knelt by one of the goblins. Carefully, Kyria felt through any pockets looking for any sign as to who these goblins were or why they were here. (Looking through both bodies)

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[Damafaud]

Rina Rubare

Half-Elf Bard
Nightstone
Interaction: Dakyte​

The genasi's answer put Rina more at ease. She wouldn't know what to do if a giant was around. She hated wolves more, but at least she could strike at them with her rapier if it went to that. Giants? Running and screaming probably wouldn't help.

"That's a relief, then," she said to the group. Dakyte went alone to check the stable. Rina originally planned to follow after, but what could be dangerous in somewhere open like that?

"I'll go check the tavern, " said Rina. "just check me up if I scream, alright?"

She went inside, to the main room of the tavern just by the entrance. It was supposed to be desolate, but being careful couldn't hurt.

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It seemed to Kyria that the goblins pillaged the place already, at least in part. Their pockets and bags were filled with small personal mementos: wooden rings made crudely with initials carved into them, small broken statuettes - obviously souvenirs from travels - a neckerchief with large floral pattern. One of them also stole three blocks of incense which he placed around his waist, tying it up with a silver chain that held a large symbol of Mielikki - a unicorn head - which made him crush the boxes a little with rapid movements he made: these were obviously things belonging to the priest that lived in the room behind their backs. He also had a crude sabre and a shield with him, as well as a short, well-made bow he obviously stole from someone else - probably a halfling - and a full quiver of arrows, feathers on them colourful and different, making them look like a bouquet.

The second one, with his head crushed over the floor, was harder to search due to blood and gore around. It seemed like he had a set of vials in his pockets, but due to the fall - as well as his bow and at least half of the arrows - they were now absolutely broken, contents soaking the clothes. To his side was strapped a small wooden box that looked both brand new and very old. It had scratches and cracks all over it, but it was made by someone who gave obviously much more care about how to make it. After a short inspection, Kyria discovered that this was, in fact, poor box he stole from the altar, judging from a small lock and a gap for coins. The goblin also had his pockets filled with personal items the half-elf couldn't find heads or tails of, before unwrapping them all. There was a small stone knife with a bone handle, and a roughly-made wooden figurine with only a part of it made in detail, revealing a toothy grin and large ears of the figurine; the rest of things were scraps of bright, colourful cloth, beads, ribbons, bone needle, and colourful string, some roughly connected in tiny clothes. It seemed like the creature was carving a wooden goblin doll, and sewing a little dress for it when it wasn't pillaging or swinging on the bell rope. Among other things, she also found a small vial of bright-green paint - although partially used, it was still of an expensive brand, used by tailors to dye fancy clothes.

Neither held any maps or letters, however, telling of where they came from.

Rina, in the meantime, entered a tavern to a horrible sight of absolute wreckage. Every table was turned over or broken, cutlery spread across the floor like improvised caltrops, and ceramic plates smashed on the floor. A rock punched through the roof in here, absolutely destroying some benches and tables in otherwise spacey area, and the remains of a bed and what looked like an empty wardrobe from the floor above lay in the wreckage. It was an awful sight, especially considering the care with which the place was designed - elegant, wooden, with panels over expensive wallpaper - something only richer people in large cities could afford - all the plates and mugs of ceramics, and glasses - of real glass, cutlery polished and shiny, large rug in the centre of the room, and the air filled with the smell of honey and wine - good by what the half-elf could tell.

After further inspection, she noticed that between the broken chairs, halfway between the entrance and the large rock, there lay a corpse of a small, leather-clad goblin with a bolt in its chest. Furthermore, behind the door that lead to what seemed to be kitchen on the left of the entrance, she heard noises. Pricking up her ears, she distinguised a low humm - someone was murmuring a melody under their breath, as tehy rummaged through the drawers and pantries over there, seemingly unaware of Rina's presence.

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[Sizniche]

"Well, if we wanna stay well, we best give this place one last look over and be gettin' a move on," Samson said, "If there's other goblins around, and they're expecting the bell to keep ringin', this place will be crawlin' with the little bastards right quick." Samson somewhat regretted not being able to give the goblins a proper burial, but he knew better than to take chances when lives were at stake. He stepped back out of the bell tower, shimmying past the warforged fellow. He gave the priest's room one last quick lookover to try and find anything that might be connected with the disappearance of the town, and then stepped out of the church in order to try and find the rest of the group.

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[Seraph Darkfire]

Zi'on looked around the bell tower for a moment before resting his sight on the rope leading up to the bell "Hmm...wonder what the Goblin intended to do by climbing up there? Call for help? Explore some stash" he watched as Sam left before turning back to the rope "Well, either way, it should give me a good view of the town" he grabbed the rope and began to pull himself up with a flourish. Unfortunately, the unnecessary movement caused him to lose traction just as he jumped.

He lost his grip and fell to the ground with a solid thunk. Slowly he stood up, muttering to himself "The anger of a dragon!" he grumbled softly before grabbing at the rope once more. He would make it up this rope even if it killed him. Once again, it seemed as though that the world was determined to prevent him from climbing to the top. This time it was a little worse, he climbed up a bit before he noticed something, a frayed bit of rope just above him.

Of course, the Goblins had been playing with the bell constantly for who knows how long. With no one taking proper care of the bell after every use, the rope had become overused. The Monk's constant attempts hadn't made this any better and had been the straw that broke the donkey's back. With a snap, he fell to the ground, striking even harder than before. He held up his half of the rope and looked up at the swinging and now broken rope above him. He rubbed his face in exasperation before getting up and shaking the mess from his clothes.

"Yenric" he said turning to the smaller man "Your goddess seems to be focused on preventing me from climbing this tower...do you suppose she'd give you a better chance?" he had nothing against the goddess, but beings of luck were fickle. Maybe the halfling would have better odds.

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Yenric was just poking around the altar when he heard his name. He hurried back into the back room and let out a little giggle when he was the warforged on the ground. "Well, perhaps you are straining luck of any kind trying to climb up a rope when you are made of stone," he said, chuckling a little. He put out a small hand to help the being up, as awkward as it was with their difference in heights. The little halfling put away his crossbow and spit on his palms, rubbing them together.

"I suppose I can give it a try. If those little buggers could make it up, I should be able to as well," he said, trying to avoid looking at the dead goblins. "Perhaps you can give me a boost, though?" He asked, looking up at the remaining rope that dangled from the bell.

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[Seraph Darkfire]

Seeing as the Halfling was so small and he'd just ruined the easier chance of climbing, Zi'on set his hands down to offer Yenric the benefit of using his hands for a lift, raising him up to the proper height to reach the broken edge of the rope "Wish we had a scrying orb" he said softly "Be a lot easier to keep in contact with the others for a situation just like this, as well as get an update...we should look into getting one of those at some point"

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Samson looked around through the small mess in the room, but didn't find anything of significance. A few vestments, and personal affects, shoes, the mantle, lantern, and some straw from a cut mattress under the bed. Nothing of importance. The priest seemed to live an ascetic life on his own, with the chest only filled with clothes and an empty space near them that was of a suspiciously same size as the poor box. It seemed that when it wasn't kept at the altar, between the two larger symbols on the altar, it was locked here, in his chest.

He also saw the halfling first going away, and then running back to the tower. He managed to quickly climb up the rope, but there, on the top, right under the bell... he wouldn't have anything to do. There was no floor and noting to hold onto besides the rope and the bell itself.

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Yen pulled himself up and positioned his head so that he could see below the bottom of the bell, out the tower windows. He slowly tuned himself around the rope, shifting position, holding on tight, as he took in the sight of the city out each of the side of the tower, hoping to get a feel for the layout of the place and any other buildings of interest.

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[Sizniche]

Samson, who had seen the halfling begin to make his way up the bell rope, and had begun to hear light clattering as a result of the halfling climbing the bell rope, looped around to the graveyard, moving to the innermost corner of the wall in order to get a clear view of the bell, and Yenric with it. "Ey, Yen, What can ya see up there?" Samson shouted, briefly forgetting that he might be drawing attention of more goblins. Samson was going to get nothing done sitting around the church, and there were still great swathes of the town as of yet unexplored. He looked around at the stones that littered the town, contemplating a thought he had for a brief moment. A rarity for him, to be sure, but the desolate nature of the town kept his mind running. He then looked back up at Yenric in the belltower.

"Hey, y'seem like a well-learned fella. Y'wouldn't happen to know how long it takes to set up a trebuchet, would'ya?"

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