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Egon

"OK, go ahead and pick one and I will kill the rest. Hurry before the Hold spell wears off."

Weston

"The spell will last but three minutes. So we should choose our target and have them bound and ready for when the hold wears off. We also need to be ready with our questions. It seems likely any of these goblins will be as good as another."

Somewhere in the distance not too far from the group a scowling red-blond dwarf with a bushy uncombed beard, watches the battle end. So far nobody has noticed him watching.

Jivet invisbly on Trist's shoulder taps Trist and whispers something. Trist turns and sees a dwarf start walking rapidly in their direction.

Trist

Trist says, “Red beard dwarf coming our way.”

Mentally, “Good job. Jivet.”

Trist notes that the approaching dwarf looks seemingly ascetic in his attire, he seems more concerned with the quality and practicality of his weapons and armor than with luxury or elegance. He carries a symbol of Kagyar, hanging from a chain around his neck.

Kagyar most know as an immortal being the only other name he is known by is Ka-Gar. Specifically, the dwarves know that Kagyar is typically worshiped by their kind as a god.

Egon

Egon turns towards the new dwarf, and in Dwarven: : "Hail, I am Egon the Wayfinder."

Kravoud Windbeard

The newcomer approaches the group and eyes everyone of them in turn. "At least you're not goblins. That's good." He nods at Egon. "Greetings, Egon. My name is Kravoud Windbeard, temple guard of our master Kagyar." He lightly bows when saying the last part. "I'm pleased to meet you all."

Therick Ulrazor: Sylvan Elf - Magic-User - Evoker - AC 10 - Hit Points: 8 / 8

Therick, "Greetings Kravoud, what predicatment brings you out to this neck of the woods"?!

Xlore

"Greetings, Kravoud." said the Elf with a kind gesture. "What brings you to these parts?"

Egon

"Greetings, Kravoud. We are attempting to defeat the evil queen."

Trist

Hail, I am Trist Flameheart. Well met.

Delsenora

"Delsenora is the name. Where is your temple, friend" says Delsenora with almost a happy melody to her voice.

Delsenora is a dark elf that stands at approximately 5 feet tall with long white flowing hair and red eyes. She wears dwarven made chain mail and carries a short bow and short sword.

Kravoud

"I heard rumors of a dwarven community in these parts. I was looking for them here, but instead of that I came across... that." He points to the fortress. "Who's this evil queen and why are you looking for her?"

Weston

"Greetings, I am Weston, priest of Azuth. I do not wish to be rude, but we only have a few minutes before the spell releases the goblins. We should continue this conversation after we deal with them."

He points at the one in the middle of the group, with the long grey moustache and hair. "We should keep this one for the interrogation. Someone with rope should bind him, while we deal with the rest." he grabs his staff and heads over, ready to start doing away with the gobbo's

Delsenora

Delsenora will dance around helping others slay the remaining Goblins with her sword (other than the one Weston is going to talk to) all while humming.

Egon

Egon will tie up the selected goblin. Then help with the dirty work.

Elanriel greets the new dwarves both with her typical shy "hello" short and sweet and a wave trying to not draw attention to her lisp. However I'm terrible with trying to type in the speech pattern of her so this already happened and she helps with the goblins.

Kravoud shrugs and helps with the goblins too.

Grimnir

Chop'em up. They would do it for you. Rotten Buggers.


He sheaths his sword and recovers his javelins. And starts shuving one through Hobgoblin skulls.

All the goblins are slain now save for the one Weston picked as the one to be "questioned". That goblins is captured gaged and bound. Feeling it is best to move off out if the screne of the battle and aware from where the enemy came from the group heads off out of sight and possibly to the cave they sought to make as a base camp. The goblin follows along trmbling and scared the thing wets itself.