Chapter 02 - Into the Keep

[Asta]

"Unsavory. I certainly hope that was just a squatter and not a member of the Bumblebrashers."

[Mysticsage]

"You okay there buddy?" Riven asks Bel, as he seems to become more humanoid as he moves to steady his newly found comrade and rip off the corpse's death grip with the other hand.

"These one didn't feel the need to call out for back up, so if they are more of them they must be further in or looking after something " he said looking down at the corpse. "But seriously," he said turning his attention fully to bel, " you did a fine job taking those hits. That thing was craving blood for sure."

At the mention bumblebrashers Riven frowned, " if it was one of their clan something made them go seriously wrong in the head. I've seen that look in the arena before. Their blood always tastes rotten from frenzy," he said spitting out goblin flesh and blood in disgust.

[pringerbeam]

Society check to identify the enemy

[Mysticsage]

society

Rolled 1d20+1 : 7 + 1, total 8

[Throndir]

Seeing the javelin thrown at them, and the rest of her companions react. Melody, too, withdrew her own weapon.

"Mister Riven... Mister Fleetfoot. Those wounds don't look so great, I can patch you up if you need it?" Melody asked, hovering around the two of them, looking at the wounds the both of them suffered. "I'd need maybe 20 minutes for you both."

[pringerbeam]

Society: 8

It doesn't look like any goblin you've ever seen before, too big and hairy, but perhaps the Bumblebrashers are simply a rather brawny tribe for their species.

[Asta]

Spira picked over the corpse while the others were doing whatever it is they were doing. Presumably she should remember at least something about the various goblinoid races.

Society:

Rolled 1d20+7 : 14 + 7, total 21

[Mysticsage]

"I'm fine, my body is pretty hearty I doubt we can stay still a whole twenty minutes but you should patch up our friend here and then we should keep moving," Riven says to Melody as he picks the last bits of flesh out of his teeth.

[pringerbeam]

Society: 21

     This was no goblin but instead a bugbear: cruel, deeply evil creatures that thrive on tormenting others. Unlikely to be a member of the Bumblebrashers who, from what you've been told in town, are a benign clan at peace with Breachill and its residents.

[Asta]

"Bugbear. Probably not a Bumblebrasher. Fortunate, since I didn't want to have to explain why we would have killed one of their sentries. It was probably squatting here and hoping to set up ambushes on the roads nearby, or something like that."

Spira stood back up after wiping a bit of blood off her hands. "We should get moving when we're ready."

[Throndir]

10 minutes to patch up Mister Fleetfoot.

Rolled 1d20+7 : 11 + 7, total 18

heal if success 2d8 : 7, 6, total 13

[Kerrick]

Vondur watches the others heal their wounds, "I'm going to go look through this next door once your all done l, can't believe this place they invite us in and don't greet us" when they are done he goes to the door to the west

[pringerbeam]

     The door opens up on what appears to have been a kitchen.  Cobwebs cover the various cabinets and old brick stove and oven.  It doesn't look like this room has seen any use in a long time.

[Mysticsage]

"Whoa there Vondur," Riven said realizing that the knight was moving on to the next room, "Let me come with you just to have your back just to be safe, best to have a buddy when moving in a dangerous place like this."

Riven stands from his spot with the others and goes to follow behind his companion, "It looks like the goblins don't use this place to store their food, or at least they haven't in a while."

[Kerrick]

"you know it's either that or they have no sense of cleanliness" vondur jests, "yes definitely good to have a friend close by"  vondur walks to the kitchen "hello anyone there we mean no harm" as vondur continues west to the next door