The Outpost RP. Fantasy Medieval Setting. S01E02 : Caravans and Goblin Hookers

[Iron]

Someplace far away, the Caravan

The sergeant wasn't in the mood for arguing. All of his energy was dedicated to the delicate task of not dying in the back of a cart while the convoy lagged forward to itas final destination. A dozen adventurers and drivers were dead with some of the horses. The vanguard had made a mistake and ignored a druid and his following. He had some harsh words to say once they reached the ghost town. Hopefully they were still on their path and hadn't ccidentally crossed into his territory. If that was the case, the sergeant would rather die than survive the trip back to the outpost.

Gobtown
They were two bloody sets, which translated into a struggle between the two waste gobs. If that was the case, the attacker must have been a Goblin himself.

'This is fine work...I hadn't noticed it before. The killer is one of us!' Crongi exclaimed.

Outside a cave

The convoy reached its destination - a massive cave entrance. Tge reasonq why they atopped was known only to the wounded seargent, who was looking for volunteers for a foray inside. There weren't any guards at the mouth of the cave. Something smelled fishy to him. The solution was to come inside knives blazing.

'I need volunteers to gwt inside, the rest stay here. The day ain't over yet'.

 

[JoJo]

"I volunteer," Mehadi pulled herself onto her tarsal claws, given some time her injuries didn't feel as bad as they had when they were inflicted and she was eager for another chance to prove her worth as a warrior to her employers. That and she felt hungry again, perhaps there would be something or someone to snack on inside the dark cave.

 

[booksv3]

After the elf had asked him to take the back of the caravan to safe guard it Jack had smoked his way through several pipes. The stop at the cave was interesting at least and as he trotted forward to see what was up he heard the sergeant asking for volunteers to go in to it. Looking the cave over and frowning to himself he looks over as the large bug says she will go with an excitement he had seen before. Reaching back and twitching his scythe to make sure it is loose Jack nods and steps forward.
"I will go to, cave seems large enough to fit me."

Jack looks around at the others waiting and lowers his pipe to clean it as he waits.

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Desaya had had an easy time since the attack from the group of wolves. She had a small pack of them around her and was less worried than before about not having a guard. But she didn't let her guard down, if the druid had got them on the way here he would on the way back. While she didn't want to die or lose even more people she knew that if they killed him and the rest of the wolves it would save other trips and they would be able to keep the part the druid had claimed for themselves. The massive dept they were under made her forget any part of the deal that had been made in the middle of blood letting.

Looking up when they stopped and blinking to herself when the sergeant calls on people to go into the cave Desaya sighs and looks around. She did not really like caves but she knew if this was the place they were going for the booty than there would be trinkets to grab and keep, even if the slight of treasure they were planning didn't go through.

Stepping closer and keeping the undead wolves close to her she raises her arm and calls out to the people standing around.
"I'll go in."

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

"I too shall go" Zenobia said as she looked at the ominous cave entrance which seemed to extend far above their heads and scratching the sky. It looked as if a dragon had tried to violently clawed its way into the mountain judging by the size of the entrance. Although the meager group of survivors would be left behind to tend to the carts, the more of them on the mission the better the chance that the job would be done quicker. Mehadi was up and willing to prove herself once more which means that Zenobia also felt obligated to go to make sure the bandages she had wrapped would stay in place. Although that valma blood was quite interesting to look at.

"Let me go in first." Zenobia said to the wounded sergeant. She drew her sickle as she stepped closer to the cave, not knowing what to expect and partially nervous at that prospect.

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

"The killer is one of us!"

One of us...

And just like that, Bo Clung had an idea. He took a few quick steps away from the three people following him and propped his staff against the wall, before turning and taking a deep breath...

In a blur of motion, he had the sleeve of his robe pulled across his face like a shawl, eyes peeking furtively out from above it as if he were in disguise.
He then swept into a crouch just in front of Crongi; he pointed to the goblin, then back to his obscured face.
Bo retreated, and, to Aldhelm's guilty pleasure I'm sure, began to strut back and forth in front of his audience, hips swaying like a sultry maid.
Finally, the monk took up his staff and did a barrel roll, coming up just next to blood puddle. Replacing his covering, Bo then mimed out a variety of horrific self-mutilations, including pretending to shove his staff up his 'work place'.

Having done all this Bo relaxed into a neutral position, awaiting confirmation as to whether or not any of that made a modicum of sense.

 

[suspicious guard]

Yannick gaped in silence for a few minutes, and then turned to the goblin.

"My friend would like to borrow a dress, please."

 

[Iron]

At the heart of the mountain

'I have a bad feeling about this', said a half-orc from the dark peninsula right before a crooked arrow pierced his neck and he dropped dead. A warcry echoed through the cave as a goblin band of wannabe warriors descended upon the adventurers.

The sergeant leading the group unsheathed his blade and called the mercenaries to his back to prepare. A tiny Gob ran awkwardly and jabbed his spear upwards. The sergeant parried and hit the tip away, stepped forward and cut the wretched thing in half.

'Wine and Tits!'. It came from further inside the cave, a cry sung by men and elves. The sergeant smirked and his spirits lifted when he heard it. 'Tits and Wine!' He echoed the cry back and jumped forward into the fray with the ferocity of a lion, forgeting his injuries in the fit of battle.

The Gobs were numerous, but they were all waste - of small stature and limited strength. The seemingly large warband grew thinner as a group of mercenaries cut them at their backs.

Spoiler: info

Untrained waste Gobs. 1 hp each. Basic mob.

Gobtown

'WHAT THE FUCK?!?!'
Crongi was still scratching his bald spot when he tried to make heds of tails out of the bizzare big-person prancing around. Tge request for a dress was another shock. He begrudgingly agreed and ran off before they tried any funny business. The dress they could pick up from his brothel later that evening.

 

[booksv3]

Jack prances to the side and jerks his scythe out of its sheath as a group of goblins rush out and start trying to swarm him and his party. Grunting as he brings his scythe around to keep them away he brings it back and down on one of the goblins head. Jerking his head up as the sergeant starts yelling out the weirdest battle cry he had ever heard Jack shakes his head and dodges the puny weapons these goblins have.

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Desaya had been in the back because of the rest of the groups dislike of her wolves. She was walking in the middle of the three when an arrow took down one of the other guards and a group of goblins come rushing out of the darkness. Desaya froze for a second and cursed the sergeant under her breath.
"Should be empty he said, easy there and back he said."

Slapping the first wolf she had raised on the side and pointing at the soon dying group of goblins she orders.
"Kill the goblins."

The wolves give a howl as one and rush forward between the bodys of the guards to jump into the small mob, each of them slamming into a goblin and biting at them in the head as Desaya raises her hands and flicks them at one of the larger goblins in the back.
"Teeth."

ghostly fangs flying out towards the goblin.

Spoiler: Spell

Teeth

 

[JoJo]

Mehadi threw herself with gusto at the goblins, her knives carving through their flesh like a warm blade through butter. She pinned a smaller one to the ground with her claws and began to rip apart the creature's stomach with her mandibles, ignoring it's feeble cries as she started to eat the gob alive. She had forgotten how hungry she was after the last fight but now, she had her appetite back.

Spoiler: Action

Attack gobs with knives and mandibles

 

[Thomas Barnsley]

Later that evening, a goblin whore prowled the deserted streets with nervous energy weighing down on her.

But it was not actually a goblin maiden.

It was Bo Clung, shuffling around on his knees, having been pressed into a tiny goblin dress and wig. The stoop of 'nervous energy' was merely him trying to contort his body into a believable height.

He hoped that the eyes of his two friends remained watchful.

 

[suspicious guard]

The alluring flounce of the worlds least convincing prostitute was indeed being monitored by a somewhat sleepy cultist, concealed in the entrance of an nearby alley (one of the city's nicer ones - no drunken louts or severed limbs). Despite their drawbacks, ceremonial robes were good for at least two things - lurking in the shadows, and sudden dramatic entrances (hysterical cackling recommended).

Yannick was, frankly, a little doubtful that any respectable serial killer would fall for this particular bait. On the other hand, he considered as Ho Clung attempted to pose provocatively at the street corner (really, a lavender or pale blue dress would have been much more flattering to his complexion) it wasn't like there'd be many targets to choose from tonight, if all the other goblin girls were too scared to work. Yannick settled back down to watch Bo, ready to jump out and start smiting should the need arise.