After you push the sweet tasting berries into his face and manually chomp his jaw around, Forenrond will regain 3 hit points and go to 2hp.
Ta da, he's concious again!
Thoroar wrote:Good, you're not as dumb as you look. Well, we originally wanted the orc, but now that you mention gold, I'm sure you at least have a small reserve.
To Glibberig
Thoroar wrote:Let me guess, you still believe I'm a human as well, don't you?
Thoroar wrote:Indeed he does, very well spotted. Now, let's go grab that gold and get out of here. You, goblin, scram, we won't hurt anyone if you guys don't provoke it.
The Goblin stares at you, puts his mace on his hip, and strolls between you, trotting off down the dark eastern corridor.
When he gets to the end he bangs his mace on the wall and yells something to his mates.
Okay, lets say he gets a little way down the corridor before you plug him in the back with a well aimed arrow, he stumbles and yelps, and then calls to his buddies.
If anyone else wants to take a shot at him, roll initiatives.
He's getting ready to leg it, so you'll probably only get one round.
Alas, alack. For those who could practically hit him (with bows) from where you stand, you are just too slow to react.
With an arrow still sticking out of his back, the Gobbo goes screaming around the corner and out of sight.
Glibberig wrote:Why didn't he stick around to chat? Some people are just in too much of a rush these days. From what our green friend just said, I'm guessing the dead Orc back there isn't Bogrot after all. What a shame, I was hoping he'd like my songs about him.