by tumblingdice » Sun Jul 13, 2014 3:29 am
You collect your gear and move on. Winding along the floor of the gulley, the overgrown cobbles of a ancient street lead you between the dismal ruins. From around the corner of a building just ahead, you hear the sound of shuffling footsteps and several voices talking and cursing. Tethir and Harn recognize the language as goblin. I'm assuming one or both will translate.
"Damned baboons! What are they going on about this time?"
--Who the hell knows? Maybe it's those meddling buggerers ole' Skinny-Legs's lackeys warned us about."
"The group with the werewolf? Ooh, I'm scared. Look at me, I'm a werewolf. Ah-ooooooh!"
--Slap! Shut yer noise-hole. You're making as much noise as these monkeys here."
With that you hear the pulling of a chain, followed by a hoot and a howl.
Actions?
Get thee to the dungeon. Get thee to the dungeon forthwith. Pass not the barbican. Amass not 200 GP.