Hobgoblins are militaristic, organized, and methodical. I don't over use them but when I do, I make sure they have tactics and strategies always in place. I imagine them to be brutish goblinoid versions of the marines from Aliens and make sure they are smart and capable. And I like dropping obscure names of plans they might do. Like "tuna can". :)
Follows.
THREE HUNDRED SEVENTY NINE
(I/C)
The group was quiet, mulling over their options when Kovid lifted his lantern and asked slowly, “So…I don’t have to worry about this light then?”
“Wow. Big beard, small brain,” Lannis scowled. “That’s what Luthian told you.”
“Hmm. What do you know?” He lowered the lantern back to his side and lifted his hammer up again. “I really don’t get the rules for glowing magic shit. It’s unnatural. Let’s go squash some more greenies.”
The elf gave a nod. “Wyn be good wit gob killin’.” He frowned a bit. “Aldough we did hear dat 18 of dem went down to de first floor.”
Lyra gave a small smirk, “That’s a lot of goblins and Hobs. I think staying up here to investigate what we can while they’re all down there is a great idea.”
“Well I’m glad you solved it then,” Lannis said with a smile. “Can't sit here all day, let's go kick some goblins in the dick and take their shit. Hey, Two Bits, where are you going?” he snapped his fingers as Lyra and pointed at the south secret door. “Goblins are this way."
Brendon rubbed his chin, thinking. “I think we should wait by the lab for smallpox to come to us.”
Kovid frowned. “I thought we were going to the goblin/hobgoblin area? You know, the place we ran from?”
“We gonna plan first?” Wyn asked sarcastically, “Or just burst in like last time?”
“Don’t know if he’s there,” Brendon said. “Could be at the lab.”
“Ugh, really?” Lannis moaned.
“No, seriously. Smallpox is going to look over the body and eventually go to the lab to make invisibility potions to fuck with us, right? I have the key to the lab. We could lock him in and end him. Maybe he draws his weapon first and the golem ends him. I don’t care who does it first, let’s get the potions and go.”
“So much of that is just a ruined mess.” The magic user shook his head. “Smallpox supposedly went there 20 minutes ago. Is he back, not, done? Who knows! Also, the potions are ruined, remember? We just discussed it in one of our off screen conversations."
Brendon frowned. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm. Ok then, I’ll listen to Wyn and his idea then. He’s the smartest one here.”
“Hey!"
“Tanks, Du Lac,” Wyn gave a smile. “I guess we cen leave now and plan on de way. It will probably feel like 24 hours have passed by de time we get down dere, right Offop?”
Abraxas spun his Scythe slowly, mulling out our options. “We should ir y kill Smallpix. Kill him mas muerte. He will definitely have ayuda y be prepared. Necessitamos un plan. Tambien, he may have Minorballes with him still. Hay es Dos majik casters.”
“Perhaps,” Lannis noted. “But I think one of them is a one and done. After you were whacked with a Magic Missile, he drew a sword and closed. No magic user would do that unless they had no choice.”
“Dat is true,” Wyn added, “But we don’t know if dey have scrolls. Dey might have dem now and dat would mean de greenskin can cast more spells.”
“Shit, thanks for the broadside into my ideas.” Lannis groused.
“See?” Abraxas gave a shuddering motion with his hands raised. “That is why necessitamos be prepared. I am good with the swiping and slicing, pero necessitamos mas. Necessitamos strategy. Necessitamos un order of attack. Necessitamos usar todas de our tools, mas que just swinging our weapons. Minowbells y Smilepecks son opponents muy serioso. Necessitamos be muy serioso as well. Que es our plan? Besides, obviousmente, killing Snailfox?"
“Let’s get a lay of the land, so to speak,” Kovid suggested. “Weapons hot and ready, but we should see if the doors are there, open, and what those greenskin bastards are doing.”
The party opened the secret door again, picking their way into the Summoning Room once more. The door to the Orcish barracks was still open but the door on the south side of the chamber was closed. A brief listen (no roll needed) let Brendon know that that coast was clear. Kovid opened the door and we moved through the short hall to the next door.
The action was repeated (also no roll) and with a gentle sigh, the dwarf opened the next door as well and we looked into the main hall. The door to the Gardens was closed and the light spell was still shining but it seemed less somehow. As for anyone in the hall, the group heard no one. There was some faint noises coming from the west, the direction they were looking to go, but nothing that could be readily identified. Weapons ready, the group made their way down the hall.
As they came upon the intersection they could see that the denizens had pounded a couple of spikes into the wall and attached some ropes to it, tied to a blanket, and set up in such a way to hang over the continual light spell area. It wasn’t perfect but for dark dwelling goblins, it certainly would have made the eternal light, less glaring.
There was no Hobgoblin in the hall at this time, and we could see that the doors to the Sparring rooms were off the hinges, both doors just not there, the portals open. But we could hear hobgoblin voices in there and some sounds of industry. No one was near the door, but the room we guessed was sizable based upon the echoing sounds. The feeling was that the number of voices was no more than four.
As for the goblin door, it was closed as well from what we could see. We backed up around the corner to the south and looked at Abraxas and Wyn. “Ok,” Kovid whispered. “You wanted to plan. Let’s plan before we are fucking caught.”
Time now is Day 9, 9:45 AM
(OOC)
Ok! Told you what I can! What’s the plan? Don’t forget, Mike is looking for a Discord convo tomorrow @ 7 PM – so pay attention and please, chime in and participate!
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