flyingchicken
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Your small adventuring troupe just finished camping in a refreshing wooded meadow just off an unmaintained countryside road, made of packed dirt and flanked with pebbles, grassland, and trees, having had breakfast of the provisions whose acquisition from the last village was a mostly pleasant affair of singing and dancing, spoiled only by the most vocal of the selfish. You’re now walking along the road again, expecting the village of Oddbriar to be less than a day away. Oddbriar, of course, is the adopted home and domain of self-styled Duke Aldrix the Younger, uncle of Edelay by her father’s side, who you know through her constant chit-chat.
The sun’s almost at its highest, and the cool, breezy air of the morning’s giving way to heat and stagnation. You were just about to have lunch with what was left of the meals you prepared this morning, but you notice something strange over the distance through the trees. From where you stand, you can tell that it’s probably a makeshift barricade, made of piles of earth, wooden stakes, half-buried crates, rocks and small boulders. You can also make out the shape of a lone goblin wearing some leather armor sitting on a stool on the road, seemingly bored and playing with the dust with his spear.
[Perception] Though they’re somewhat difficult to make out through the thin trunks and low-hanging branches and vines, Aelorn notices a bunch of other goblins sitting around and eating under the trees near the barricade. They seem to be feeding and playing with a large, red beetle, probably of the fiery variety.
From the last place you stayed, you’ve heard rumors of goblin bandits who’ve recently entered the region, whom the villagers proudly claimed that they’ve driven off recently in a series of light scuffles. The goblins are said to be not a particularly violent sort who prefer intimidation to fighting, though they are reputed to be persistent despite their general cowardice. However, most travelers give in to their demands rather than risk fighting the lot of them, since armed cowardly goblins are still armed. The villagers noted that it is odd that Aldrix, who’s made a name for himself locally as a superb leader and ex-adventurer, hasn’t tried to clean up the mess in the many ways he could have; in fact, they haven’t heard from Oddbriar in a while, and they fear that Aldrix is ill or, gods forbid, worse.
The goblins haven’t noticed you, or so it appears.
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The sun’s almost at its highest, and the cool, breezy air of the morning’s giving way to heat and stagnation. You were just about to have lunch with what was left of the meals you prepared this morning, but you notice something strange over the distance through the trees. From where you stand, you can tell that it’s probably a makeshift barricade, made of piles of earth, wooden stakes, half-buried crates, rocks and small boulders. You can also make out the shape of a lone goblin wearing some leather armor sitting on a stool on the road, seemingly bored and playing with the dust with his spear.
[Perception] Though they’re somewhat difficult to make out through the thin trunks and low-hanging branches and vines, Aelorn notices a bunch of other goblins sitting around and eating under the trees near the barricade. They seem to be feeding and playing with a large, red beetle, probably of the fiery variety.
From the last place you stayed, you’ve heard rumors of goblin bandits who’ve recently entered the region, whom the villagers proudly claimed that they’ve driven off recently in a series of light scuffles. The goblins are said to be not a particularly violent sort who prefer intimidation to fighting, though they are reputed to be persistent despite their general cowardice. However, most travelers give in to their demands rather than risk fighting the lot of them, since armed cowardly goblins are still armed. The villagers noted that it is odd that Aldrix, who’s made a name for himself locally as a superb leader and ex-adventurer, hasn’t tried to clean up the mess in the many ways he could have; in fact, they haven’t heard from Oddbriar in a while, and they fear that Aldrix is ill or, gods forbid, worse.
The goblins haven’t noticed you, or so it appears.
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Spoiler OOC :
One goblin down.
