The Temple

[The Innkeeper]

As the newly formed crew approached the doors of the annoyingly loud Temple, they notice that the remaining stained glass windows depict beautifully drawn a fabled scenery with rainbows, trees, playful unicorns, green rolling hills and little black birds flying into the distance. Luckily, most were broken, otherwise one might have drowned in the cheesiness. The door is left wide open and the interior can be seen quite clearly.

Sunlight pours into this high-vaulted chamber through the broken windows to the north and south walls. Beneath the windows are plain wooden benches. The room is mostly empty otherwise. Standing against the back wall is a simple wooden pulpit with steps leading up to it. There's a half-open door into the west wall, north of the pulpit. The room behind it seems be right bellow the steeple.

[Orirdrik Grimsunder]

Orirdrik glances over his shoulder to see how competent the knight with the weird fucking scythe looks. After a moment of study, the cleric decides that while no dwarf, he looked competent. Grim walked into the room, and growled a command to Ser Eredin, "If anything tries to hit me in the ass... kill it." He clumped forward in his heavy, and loud armor. His clanged his axe against his shield, and prepared himself for battle.

[The Innkeeper]

As Grim enters the room in the back, the first thing he sees is the broken wooden frame of a bed. It's mattress... Well... At least what used to be a mattress, has been torn open and the straw that filled it now covers most of the room. The floor is strewn with priestly vestments and worthless personal effects that a couple minutes later were probably being contained in the two open chests that lie thrown to their sides.

On the far opposite wall hand, a hemp rope knotted to the bronze bell up on the steeple. Two merry goblins swing gleefully on it, they seemed to be having so much fun with their activity that they hardly notice the intruding dwarf.

(Since I'll have to leave soon enough, I'll take the liberty of rolling Initiative this time. Then you guys can just start posting in order.)
(Goblins are distracted, Players can make a surprise attack, which means will have a whole round before tehy attack back)

[The Innkeeper]

Initiative

Beedo - 19
Aestro - 17
Alain - 16
Eredin - 16
Grim - 16
Vark - 11

[Baron Aestrovico Ludocristo]

"Mmm... Let's really show them how to have some fun..." Then he said something that had no vowels, or at least no vowels that he should have been able to shape with his mouth. His left hand curled upside down, while the other pointed a feather at the nearest goblin. Obviously, he carried feathers around in his satchel for this exact occasion. He didn't pick dead birds apart simply because he was a loon.

(Tasha's Hideous Laughter)

[The Innkeeper]

This had been one of the best ways in Beedo's shortl green life, he had convinced old grumoy Vark that this rope could be so much fun, epecially because everytime you pulled it it made a very nice sound. Much better than sacking, eh?!?

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(Spell Failure)

As the young Goblin prepared for another swing something hit him flat on the chest. Or at least would have if it had been anything physical. He got dazed for and then... Nothing. He was about to jump back on the rope when on the forner of his sight he saw a tall man with very fancy clothes waving a feather at him. Beedo lets out a shriek and points one of green mean fingers at the intruders. 1d20-1

[Alain]

Alain put down her pack and focused on a spot between the two goblins, humming a melody reminiscent of a sad lullaby.

(Cast Sleep, DC is 13)

[The Innkeeper]

The soft tune being hummed takes control of the room, the high pitched screeches of the Goblins slowly fade trying to comprehend who was the young lady and why was she singing. Actually, they had no idea what was going on.

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It had been a risky move for close quarters, but Alain manages to hit just the right tunes so that the Adventures were not affected by the melodious soniphere. Beedo who had been pointing frantically at the crew for the last seconds now fell face first to the ground, Veek on the other hand, who still clung to the top fell like a stone, headfirst to the sone floor.5d8

[Sir Eredin Caranthir]

Wasting not time, Sir Eredin stepped into the room as the two goblins were unceremoniously lulled to sleep by the bard's song, happy she was more effective than his charge. He supposed that just meant more job security for hiself.

He approached the nearest goblin and brought down his scythe, seeking to make the slumber a permanent one.

(Roll twice and take the highest, due to advantage against unconscious enemy.)


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[The Innkeeper]

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Eredin's gothic scythe lobs poor old Verk's head right off with a clean cyrugical cut. Such was the precision and sharpness of theblade that it took a feel miliseconds before dark blood started slowly flowing from Verk limp headless corpse.1d10+3

[Orirdrik Grimsunder]

Grim walked to the sleeping goblin studying him for any weapons. He kept his axe at the ready by did not attack. His eyes never left the foul little beast. He spoke to the other members of his new crew. "Does any one here speak goblin?" If the goblin had dropped his weapon Orirdrik was going to throw it away from the monster.

[Baron Aestrovico Ludocristo]

Aestro shook his head. His father could speak and read every language that could be understood, but it would be some time before he mastered that gift of the Great Beyond. "Try Common. Very slowly."

[Sir Eredin Caranthir]

"I do," Eredin answered, wiping his scythe clean on the headless goblin corpse. He had been sent out enough times when he was still a servant of the Crown to deal with goblin and orc raiding parties that he had picked up both languages...at least enough to make threats. The had afforded him a few respectable duels. The goblins could not say the same, so he did not relish conversing with the little bastards. "Shall I interrogate him?"

[Baron Aestrovico Ludocristo]

"Please."

Aestro began investigating the dead goblin. He did not mind getting blood all over his clothes, but it was probably the first time since his initiation ritual as a warlock. Or possibly one of the more interesting orgies.


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(Wisdom roll.)

[Orirdrik Grimsunder]

Grim nodded. "Aye. I am curious about the raid. It probably knows nothing beyond rape and murder. Worth a shot though." He kept his axe close to the goblin's face and waited.