Bolder Rolling Sparks Flying
The Season of Still Stone
Cob didn't like waiting, but he liked being poked with spears even less and being chewed on by a big lizard even less than that: "Fire, make big..." he pleaded, doing his level best to look like a wolf pup without a bone to gnaw, not that he had seen many wolves, pups or not, in his short life, but it was the principle of the thing. Seeing it have no effect on the scaled-one he tried another tack. "Maybe meat cooked in magic fire tastes good?"
"Tastes the same, we let them go, through smells like trouble," came the curt reply.
The very idea of trouble having a single smell was bizarre to Cob, it was like a forest at midday having only one color or every rock in a cave tasting the same, but he got the just of it. "Burn xul to come then?"
"Xul?" Cob's brand new word sounded incredulous on the irxi's lipless mouth.
"One word fast spoken better than two words slow, see?" he tipped his head to the side as he explained, as he was after all explaining twisty things. "I know what I mean, you know what I mean, other people maybe not know. Useful yes?"
"Code?" came the more neutral question, though that may have been because the trio and their lizard had moved on, leaving behind only the worse-than-dead-skunk stink. It was so strong in fact that Cob wondered why no xulgath had ever tried to challenge a goblin chief for the rule-stick. Well, oK, maybe that had happened and Cob just didn't know about it yet. It wasm after all, one of the Great Gifts, the Gift of Tribe that there should always be goblins in every place.
Suddenly Cob was sad thinking about the rock-heads just gone-gone, not even a parting song, bones to sharpen into speartips or tendons to tie them off with. No goblin should go like that.
"Code must be decided beforehand," Gorok broke Cob from his the dreaming-awake he did from time to time.
"Make code for battle?" Cob caught on quick though. It may not have been as good as a proper shanking and looting, but it was something to keep his mind off spooks that ate whole tribes.
It was what might have been three days in the world above later, Cob having a good head for time, or so he told himself, that the pair of them had found a watering hole inside what the goblin had initially thought was a big kitchen with the put built into the floor, only to realize that it was the washing off and skin shedding room of a ruined xul fort.
Weird, humans did that too, the washing up, not the skin shedding, that bit was normal, but the important part was the water was still there, or maybe it had gone and come back. Anyway, there were big spiral shrooms growing from the top of the ceiling over the water. Such bright and shinny red.
"Danger," his companion warned and pointed into the water where Gorok could just barely made out the solid mass of many,
many bones. Oh, it was like one of the
strangle-vines. Good that he did not go have a closer look on the bank, there was way more stuff to do alive than as a spook.
"You think the scale-folk come here?"
A nod in the dark, more felt in the currents of the air than seen even with a goblin's sharp eyes. Gorok had found a perfect place to hide among the less animate vegetation. "They come here to harvest."
Stealth: Cob, Gorok: 24, 32
It seemed to Cob like they had hidden there a long time, chewing on a bit of travel meat and taking the odd swing of water, not even able to sing to pass the time, but eventually someone did come to take from the blood red fungus. He was hunched like most of his kin, and his crest was bigger and spikier than any Cob had seen to date, but that was not the only oddity. Instead of grey the xulgath had scales of green... eccept for his face which was white as skull picked clean.
Witch-lizard, Cob didn't need to be told that part. He aught 'a know more stuff, but he would also be harder to deal with, requiring all of Cob's goblin cunning to deal with.
How do the pair fight this new foe?
[] Stuff some'hing in his mouth so he can's use magic
[] Fire's always a goblin's friend, Cob starts by throwing an alchemical flask
[] Just shank 'em
[] Write in
OOC: Hope you guys do not mind the voting interludes. For anyone wondering why the enemy did not get any perception here, it's because even a nat 20 from him would not have beaten the 24 up there. He has other priorities.