Excerpt from Fox's Field notes:
I waited and studied the Rogue. He crouched at the front of the building as he watched his fellow mercenary fall to Groth's blade. He waited. As soon as he realized he was unnoticed he made his move. As he passed I moved out like a shadow. He was set on his goals and paid no attention to the darkness that followed him. I decided that this one deserved poison. My blade entered quick and smooth. He fell without a sound.
I should do this more often.
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Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
From the Cave Drawings of Fox
* Poorly scribble excerpt from Fox's stained notebook
We left one last goblin maimed and in agony. At first he did not want to cooperate. After a bit of pressure and intimidation the foul creature began spilling the magic beans. He claims that there are treasures in the keep. He insists that the floating guy is his boss. States that he is a total dick and forces his kind to dig day and night. The filthy wizard means nothing to me. My only concern is the black lady and he starts to clam up.
Groth forces the wretch to talk some more. We also promise him free passage away from here. She is in the keep, working for Chium, looking for an intelligent artifact. She has 100's in league with her, guarding and working in the compound. With nothing more to say I turn him loose. I am after all a man of some of my words.
The goblin flinches a bit and eyes all of us intently, not sure if we are done with his services. We ignore him and he makes his way, limping down the hill, towards the field. At fifteen feet out Aren cracks his whip and the creature explodes.
"Oh, now you want to kill something," I couldn't resist the jab.
Notes to self:
1. Find Black Lady
2. Get better at intimidating goblins
3. Get more handkerchief's
We left one last goblin maimed and in agony. At first he did not want to cooperate. After a bit of pressure and intimidation the foul creature began spilling the magic beans. He claims that there are treasures in the keep. He insists that the floating guy is his boss. States that he is a total dick and forces his kind to dig day and night. The filthy wizard means nothing to me. My only concern is the black lady and he starts to clam up.
Groth forces the wretch to talk some more. We also promise him free passage away from here. She is in the keep, working for Chium, looking for an intelligent artifact. She has 100's in league with her, guarding and working in the compound. With nothing more to say I turn him loose. I am after all a man of some of my words.
The goblin flinches a bit and eyes all of us intently, not sure if we are done with his services. We ignore him and he makes his way, limping down the hill, towards the field. At fifteen feet out Aren cracks his whip and the creature explodes.
"Oh, now you want to kill something," I couldn't resist the jab.
Notes to self:
1. Find Black Lady
2. Get better at intimidating goblins
3. Get more handkerchief's
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
From the Field Notes of Fox
*Excerpt from Fox's weathered and leathered book
As the others dispatch of the Dire Bears I spot a figure off towards the base of the hill. Moving silently I get closer for a better look. A small cross eyed goblin peers out towards the battle. His nostrils flare as his head twitches in my direction. I feel that it is now time to have some fun.
I pull my hood up over my head. Now there is nothing but shadow covering my face. Quickly and quietly I outflank and route in behind the creature. I rise up behind him like a shadow of death.
"You!" I hissed.
He spun around snarling ready to attack. As his small brain processed me to be the assassin and his anger slumped into fear.
"Go ahead and attack," I pointed out towards the howling and yelling.
The creature nodded and took off. In the distance I could hear his footsteps slow to one crunch at a time. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. At that moment the warm wet slop of Goblin spatter rained down upon me. I step forward and notify the party that I am not to be added to the body count.
Notes to self:
1. Disguises can be fun and effective
2. Goblins are equal to a in mental capacity to a 3DUB
As the others dispatch of the Dire Bears I spot a figure off towards the base of the hill. Moving silently I get closer for a better look. A small cross eyed goblin peers out towards the battle. His nostrils flare as his head twitches in my direction. I feel that it is now time to have some fun.
I pull my hood up over my head. Now there is nothing but shadow covering my face. Quickly and quietly I outflank and route in behind the creature. I rise up behind him like a shadow of death.
"You!" I hissed.
He spun around snarling ready to attack. As his small brain processed me to be the assassin and his anger slumped into fear.
"Go ahead and attack," I pointed out towards the howling and yelling.
The creature nodded and took off. In the distance I could hear his footsteps slow to one crunch at a time. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. At that moment the warm wet slop of Goblin spatter rained down upon me. I step forward and notify the party that I am not to be added to the body count.
Notes to self:
1. Disguises can be fun and effective
2. Goblins are equal to a in mental capacity to a 3DUB
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