Death to the mundane!

[Deceit]

Klariov's skeletal form crunched against a leaf as he sat at the edge of the rushing river, on the other side, far into the distant night skies, he could see the edges of the town of Leyawiin, the roaring flames upon its high watch-towers twinkling like bright stars. If he har eyebrows or lids, he'd narrow his eyes, show emotions of hatred, ambition, and subtle pains.

He'd have that town. His Goblin army was amassing to large numbers, and if he could time and coordinate his attack on the back end of the Imperial Legion as Elsweyr attacked the front end, Leyawiin would be his. Or at least, the Khajiits would allow his Goblin tribe a settlement, an aboveground one no less! Klariov could only imagine moving his troops into a town, and flaunt the statue of Sheogorath in a well defended, out in the open town, right in the ugly Imperials face.

He wanted Sheogorath's name to rise again. That thought brought him pain again, though, as he thought about Jiggalag and the cursed bastard who'd brought him out of the God of madness. How it irked him that the mantle of God of Madness had fallen onto this new, unresponsible user. A being who did little in the effort of madness, even worked toward principles of order! Order, the absurdity of it all, though it was a madness in itself, it was not a kind of madness that Klariov could appreciate. Not the kind he would aspire to, it was only a minor irony, nothing to actually affect things!

But now Klariov saw his chance! The worlds were scattered, broken. If he struck well, he might be able to cause the dis-order he'd alway dreamed of.

His skeletal form rose up on the riverbanks, and he turned, heading back into the darkness of the Blackwood. He moved through the trees, avoiding patches of mud or puddles. He moved without caution of any real sort. There was nothing to fear here, the Imperial patrols thought his cave a simple goblin hideout, with no more than a tiny tribe. The thought made Klariov laugh, which came out as a horrid cackle. At the back of their 'tiny' goblin cave was a well concealed defensible door, which would open up into a large network of tunnels and caverns. Yes, it had been eighty years of work, but the goblins now had a large home, and easily defensible. If any force actually did figure them out, they'd have a tough time dislodging the inner defesnes. Not to mention the vast amounts of weapons and the training that Klariov had been putting his forces through.

They were no coordinated force, their strenght would lie in surprise, numbers, and individuals. Not things that Goblins were known for, but these were well equipped Goblins, and well trained in the arts of combat.

As Klariov came upon the edges of his cave, he knew that Goblin scouts had long detected him already. He grinned, moving through the outer camp, just outside of the cave. There were three tents and one camp-fire, above which was a spit with a Nix-hound roasting upon it. Six guards posted outside of the 'doppleganger' ( as he dubbed it ) cave, as well as five or six scouts patrolling quietly or watching from trees. The guards let him through without question.

He passed into the cave, a low tunnel that he had to crouch to get through heading for a few yards down a twisting path, and then into a large, open cavern. The cavern held seven more tents, and housed eight more goblin guards. To the right and left of the cavern branched off two more tunnels, one headed to the residential cavern, the other branching off to the supplies cavern, where Nix hounds, food, and other supplies were kept. Including several treasure chests, one with an enchanted item, the other filled with some gold.

Klariov went toward the residential section. There were a few Goblin families here, women and children, adding them you'd get 25 Goblins in the doppleganger cave. He opened up a flap and entered into the actual cavern, looking upon the civilian goblins, making sure all were accounted for. He strode toward a larger tent to the side of all the others, it was very decorated. A chieftan Goblin lay in there. He was a big brute, twice the size of the normal Goblins and with a big club, but he was stupid in anything other than military tactics, and that's what Klariov enjoyed in his minor chieftans. This was only the chieftan of the outer cave, nothing too precious.

He strode into the tent, and the chieftan turned toward Klariov. "I see nothing out of the ordinary." Klariov told him in low Goblin.

The chieftan laughed and said, "Nobody bother Goblin. But we show them. We grow powerful, strong, big. Gubda not able wait to kill all fool men."

Klariov gave a slight grin, "But Gubda will wait. Not time, not yet. But I speed things. Few days, sneak to Leyawiin. Kill few of bad-men, look like cat-man. They mad. Battle start sooner." He hated speaking Goblin, mostly because of its limited vocabulary. But its what he needed to do.


( The Cave is just to the west of Leyawiin, across the rive,r in the Black-Wood. It remains unplundered and unmarked by Imperials. )

[S'kywra]

S'kywra slowly wiped the blood from her dagger as she looked down on the man, a Breton noble named Julian. He had been a fairly easy mark, being careless and unobservant to the point of being completely oblivious. S'kywra allowed herself to wonder, briefly, why this man was wanted dead, but didn't ponder on it long. The only thing that mattered to her was that she had been offered a lot of money for the job to be done. It might've been a good idea to send the request through her Brotherhood, but she couldn't pass up a payday like this. Besides, her personal Silencer had been killed a few months ago, and she had yet to replace him.

She almost wished she could be home when Julian's wife got there, to see her face upon discovering her husband dead, but she probably wouldn't be home for several hours, and S'kywra didn't have time to wait. She'd already checked up on Julian's wife, and saw her with a powerfully built, handsome Nord, cheating on the pathetic man. He was oblivious to that, too, convinced that his wife had a night job at the Three Sisters' Inn up in the Chapel District. Now that S'kywra thought about it, the wife might be happy to be rid of Julian.

Turning and walking out the front door, S'kywra paused briefly on the threshold to look both ways, careful not to be seen exiting the house. A guard was at the end of the street, but he was looking the other direction, so S'kywra quickly slipped out the door and began down the street, stowing her dagger back inside her robes as she did so. She headed up toward the gate near the guard barracks and slipped out unnoticed.

Taking a moment to look around, she went along the road that would take her to the other side of the river, and began walking along it, casting a wary eye at the rushing waters, not keen on falling in. She hadn't been walking long before something caught her attention. Stopping still to watch, she saw a skeletal figure rise at the edge of the lake. Did the Leyawiin Mages Guild lose one of their summons out here? No, that couldn't be it, summoned creatures gave off a certain aura. Besides, S'kywra thought, summons usually weren't stained red.

As the figure began to move into the forest, S'kywra moved swiftly, but quietly. Using her Khajiit agility to her advantage, she climbed into a tree and began following the figure branch to branch, instead of chancing herself against the many loud hazards on the ground: leaves, twigs, puddles. It wasn't long until S'kywra noticed she wasn't the only one in the trees. Up ahead, she could make out a couple of goblins hiding in the trees that flanked the entrance to a cave. Knowing she could see in the dark alot better than them, she felt safe for the moment, but could move no further. Instead, she watched from a distance as the skeleton went into the cave.

The goblins wouldn't be much of a problem. If she had to, she would kill them, ordinary goblins weren't much of a threat. However, a life-time in her profession had taught her one thing: Patience is key. Instead of rushing in, S'kywra stayed where she was, watching for changes, watching for routines, looking for the patterns. It was one of the things she was best at, the pattern-finding game. It could come in useful when sneaking into new places, when persuading people; everything in life had patterns to be found, weaknesses to exploit. It was just a matter of time...

[char]

Jar-ussi woke from his nap against the tree. His back stiff and store, he looked around for a moment to get his bearings, and then pulled himself up with the help of his spear. The cool night air agitated Jar, which wasn’t good; there would be a big night ahead of him. Tonight he would be scooping out that Goblin cave, mostly scouting out how many strong the goblins were. The Empire paid big money for stuff like that and its something Jar could do.

Jar stumbled across this cave plenty of times through the years, he had just been too busy to run a population count at those times. Jar knew the southern most region of Cyrodiil very well, from his memory the cave seemed an alright size for goblins. Little did he know it was much bigger than he could imagine at the time.

The ground in this area was mushy and the air was humid. It reminded Jar a lot of his homeland and he had to stop a couple times to get reacclimated to the climate change, which was nothing like the nordic lands of Skyrim where he was for the earlier part of the year.

Jar made his way south, navigating by the stars wasn’t much of a feat but, it was useful every now and again. There was an hour of walking before Jar started picking up on trace signs of life nearby, it had to be the Goblins. Jar made his way closer and closer to the signs of the signs becoming more and more obvious with every step. Jar was about 34 feet away from the caves entrance, before he picked up on life that was not goblin.

Jar didn’t know what to think, was somebody else out here trying to observe the goblins and if they were they are surely to have more information than him by now, if they saw him would they be hostile, those were a couple of the thoughts racing through his head.
“Alright there Jar, Calm yourself,” He muttered to himself, making sure none could hear but him “Just do what you came here to do.”

Jar readied his spear and camouflaged himself with a chameleon spell, then started scooping out the guards, these goblins seemed different from the others of that race. They were stronger and looked more battle ready, something to note, he thought to himself. Jar started counting the guards
“One…two…three…four…five…and six” he counted aloud, still camouflaged he began to look around, he couldn’t shake the feeling of others around, not of the goblin variety.

[S'kywra]

S'kywra's ears twitched as she picked up a sound outside of what she'd been hearing so far. A crack of a twig, very distinct, and not from the direction of the goblins she could see thus far. More scouts? An animal? A guard? Regardless, S'kywra slid closer to the trunk of the tree she was in, blending further into shadow. If it was something worse than a goblin, S'kywra didn't want to have to figure it out by getting stabbed in the back. She relied on the darkness and the enchantments of her Black Hand robes to conceal her sufficiently.

Looking around ever-so-slowly, careful not to make rapid movements lest the nearby firelight cause her eyes to flash, possibly alerting the new intruder. In the direction of the sound, she saw nothing, which meant either she was hearing things, or there was a spell-caster nearby, hidden from plain sight. That wasn't good news for S'kywra, who could do nothing to hide from a detect life spell, except stay out of range, which was a useless tactic against an enemy she couldn't see.

As she moved to draw her dagger, something caught her eye. A slight distortion, a ripple in the air. There! The spell-caster was camouflaged, staying still to remain blended in to his environment. It would be foolish to strike this enemy, though. Unlike the goblins, S'kywra had no information on how difficult this enemy might be to defeat. Not to mention the fact that if she did attack, the goblins would surely become alerted to her presence.

No, the secret was patience. Watch, wait, patterns will emerge, weaknesses will make themselves evident. Only when the dent in the armor is identified can it become a weapon to be wielded. Contrary to her relaxed patience of before, she now held a wary eye for the new visitor, ready to move further away and hide if she needed to.

((Short post just to respond to Jar-Ussi's appearance))

[Sajuuk-Khar]

It had, so far, been a long and fruitless night. Deciding that he needed to get around more, find more potential "gold mines" once the Great Forest ran dry, he set out to the east, and planned out to hook around to the south when he got close enough to Bravil. That had been a mistake. Not one sign of rubble, not one white glint of Ayleid architecture, not even the ghostly glow of a tomb's torches. No nothing.

Sure, there were a few teensy little bandit camps along the way, but the bandits, and their loot, were nothing to gawk at. Hell, even saying that was generous. Not one bit of their junk was something he could sell, their armor and weapons too worn out for even the best smith to bring back to functionality.

The entire time, he'd been doing little bursts of the good old life detection spell, which helped him find the bandits, and the deer that had been such a good sport to sit still and get a good dose of electricity between the eyes from afar. He couldn't find any good dry wood to burn, and he wanted to use the time to eat to recharge his reserves. Ah well, at least it was fresh. Really fresh.

He'd eventually made it to a lazily running river, which he cleaned his muzzle and hands off in to get the blood off of his blue scales. Though the delicious taste of fresh venison stuck to his teeth and tongue, to his utter delight.

He never saw the hellish skeleton that shuffled its way into the goblin cave, but as he came up close enough for a long range burst of detection to get a ping, he got all the picture he needed. Goblins. Close together. Not fighting. In trees, sure, but who cared? They meant a cave was nearby. And goblins always had some little trinket or bauble that begged to be liberated from their grimy green hands.

With a smile, the green-eyed argonian took another step forward, though as he sent out another wave of detection, he stopped, crunching leaves beneath his boots, his robes and hood ruffling a bit from the abrupt halt. There was more than goblins. Closer to the screeching uglies was a more man-shaped form, from what the outline of the far-off aura could tell him, with a.... tail, yes, a tail sticking out. It was slightly thicker, so that one passed off for an argonian.

And then there was the one in the tree... He couldn't get a good look at the farther-off being's rear end for a tail, but then again, it was up in a tree. That sure took a lot of guesswork to figure out.

So, there was a goblin cave with goblins. His problem. There was a lizard and kitty not to far off. Not his problem. So long as they didn't get in his way. Then they'd be a problem. "And if they take any of the shinies in there..." he muttered, leaving the statement to hang in the air menacingly, even though neither of the two were close enough to hear him. His attention became absorbed in the two goblins perched up for "lookout", casting up leaves and twigs in his wake as he whipped up a little nighteye, just to see a bit better. It always helped, even when it seemed unnecessary. His right hand lowered to his left hip, gripping around the hilt of his pride and joy, that beautiful elven sword that cleaved like its claymore cousin, but had the right weight for some extra speed. And extra speed meant some extra kick, too.

[char]

Jar smelled a familiar aroma fill the air, one that threw his attention from the Goblins and the other intruder. It was that of cooking meat, he looked around for a second and eyed the cooking nix-hound and realized how hungry he was. The last time he had eaten was two days ago and it wasn’t much, just a loaf of bread and a little bit of venison. The cooking hound smelled so good to Jar, but he knew it would be suicide trying to move in for it at the moment.

Just then Jar realized he had made two big mistakes, one letting the other invader get this close to him and two getting this close to the Goblin cave without checking for Goblin scouts. Jar wasn’t usually this reckless in his work, but hunger and fatigue had been clouding his mind recently. Jar had been considerably luck so far, but he knew one more mistake could cost him his head on a Goblin skewer.

Jar took a look for Goblin scouts behind him and a feeling of relief flooded him when he only saw one far off in the trees and that particular Goblin was to busy picking his nose to do any serious scouting. Jar wasn’t looking for a fight tonight, the way he saw it he was much to hungry to have anything to do with combat at the moment. He had not seen anything worth hunting the past couple days, nor had he been paid in awhile, Jar didn’t even feel like scouting out the encampment and wouldn’t if he didn’t know he would be paid when he brought the information the guard post in Leyawiin.

Now it was time to fix his second mistake, the other intruder to the Goblin camp. He wanted to know exactly where and who this possible threat was. Closing his eyes and re-casting his detect life spell, Jar saw that this person was very close, he smelled that smell that only a cat could have.
“No wonder I didn’t spot it before, that sneaky kitty” he said to himself in a low tone.

Unaware of a new intruder coming into the vicinity, Jar weighed out the dangers of calling out to the Khajiit. Sure he was far enough away from the goblins to not be heard, but how would the Khajiit take being called out. With no way of telling the intruders skill or disposition Jar thought it would be a risky move, but his judgment being clouded by hunger he couldn’t think that straight
“So we both know each other are here, I have no intention of fighting you” He told the intruder in a low tone knowing they were far enough away from the goblins to not be discovered, “Reveal yourself if you wish, I could use the company”

[S'kywra]

To any human, S'kywra thought proudly, that would've been inaudible. The spell-caster, who S'kywra now identified as an Argonian by the way he spoke, had spoken in hardly more than a murmur, to avoid alerting the goblins. Thus her proverb came true, an opening did reveal itself, a way to avoid confronting this stranger. Now it was time for S'kywra to make a decision. The man had spoken to her, called to her, and she could see three ways to deal with the situation. First of all, she could ignore him, and hope that he takes being ignored well. If not, hostilities could be opened.

Number two, she could intimidate: use her speed and agility to get behind the Argonian, hold a knife to his neck, and state how things would go. However, this had two consequences. If he was a trained combatant, it would be highly possible that S'kywra could be outmatched; a street urchin turned thief and spy did not fare good odds against a skilled warrior. Secondly, it might be unfavorable to open up hostilities this early in the game.

Her last option, and the one she decided to use as she considered the possibilities, was the diplomatic approach. In a profession where it's best to avoid combat, S'kywra had become something of a smooth-talker, in order to talk her way out of bad situations primarily. Still unsure if the Argonian may be luring her, however, she kept her knife handy as she dropped out of the tree, landing as softly as possible on the ground and moving cautiously toward the Argonian.

"Who are you and what do you want?" S'kywra asked, realizing that she had sort of failed at being smooth about the questioning. However, the first secret to diplomacy is to figure out what the other side wants, and that's what she was doing. A firm grip was kept on the dagger in her left hand, however, in what S'kywra called a "Diplomatic Failure Insurance Policy."

[char]

(ultra short post...but i have swine flu so its ok)

A grin appeared on jar’s face. He thought it was funny a lone person, outnumbered in a forest full of goblin’s, could bark at the only help for a good way out. These kinds of things baffled Jar so much, what can you do, he thought to himself taking a good look at the robed Khajiit. Trying to gather what he could from her appearance.

Before saying another word Jar would have to examine the Khajiit standing in front of him. Leaning on his spear and examining her head to toe seeing, robes, a knife, nothing special. Recognizing exactly what those robes were, realization changed Jar’s facial expression from calm to shocked and worried. She was with Black Hand, an assassin. Jar knew he would have to be careful from here on out.

Jar shook his head and waited a couple seconds to think about the question, what exactly did he want from this Khajiit. Why did he bother her, why didn’t he just leave with his information? Now he might have bitten off more than he could chew. Jar for a moment calculated what exactly to say to keep out of confrontation, he knew for sure he wasn’t going to mention he knew she was Black Hand.

“Ahhh, calm yourself, I am no enemy of yours,” Jar said hands clenched tight to his spear. Regaining his usual calm composure and shaking off the effects of his chameleon spell, to reveal himself and said “I don’t need anything I just thought id be courteous and tell you I was here, before you knifed me in the back thinking I was a stinky Goblin”

[Deceit]

Klariov walked calmly and casually to the back of the residential caves, passing by many tents until he arrived at the back of the room, where a stack of boxes were. He reached over and gave one of the boxes a sharp tug, removing it from its position, then grabbing the next, and the next. The boxes weren't very heavy, hardly even filled and even that with only a bit of food. Behind them existed a hollow in the floor, and stuck inside was a silver level protruding from the floor. His bony hand grasped the lever and gave it a sharp tug.

The sound of a low rumble was apparent, and then Klariov looked up to see a section of the wall, which was really just a wooden gate covered with packed dirt and rocks. Once the 'gate' was removed there was a short wooden door. Klariov bent forward and opened it up, and behind the door there was a five foot drop, which he quickly crawled through and hit the floor. Landing in a stoop, he rose up to his height and viewed the room.

It was about the size of a room in a high-priced inn, and circular so that a dome was formed. On the floor, it was littered with skulls of various sorts; poor adventurous souls who scouts had caught, and captured men and women from raided caravans. A prisoners chamber. He smiled, and looked to the right, where a group of starved Nix-Hounds moved restlessly around in their pens, and a single goblin keeper sitting bored and looking up at him now...Moving passed this, he skirted around to the side, where yet another box was held, full of meat for the hounds, but kept just outside of the pens. He removed this to reveal a hatch underneath, and a small step ladder. After going down this, one would be vast with a dark chamber and a massive iron door that was well constructed and rigged with several traps and locks.

He reached over to the metal knocker on the door and tapped a quick code. A small section slid open and he saw the red, beady eyes of a goblin poking through. The sound of clicking locks allowed a hole just large enough for a person to swing open, and Klariov moved through. The entire door could also be removed, but that was reserved for absolute necessity, like if the outer forces were forced to retreat, or the civilians needed to take cover fast. Or, most prefferably though it had yet never been done except in drills, the entire army went out to march. That last thought brought pleasant diversions to his mind.

~*~

As soon as Klariov had left Gubda shook his head. That was all good and well then, but he needed action now. He was front lines chieften, he felt superior ( because Klariov wanted him to, though his rank was secretly lower and he thought he could only be useful as a typical stupid chieftan... ) and needed to prove it with blood. He left his tent, and stormed through the cave, passing by many of the residents and causing whispers.

He passed right through the entrance cavern, where a few more sentries were placed, and headed out into the entrance of the cave, leaving it. His massive form came into the firelight, donned in a mixed armor; an iron cuirass with netch-leather greaves ( which he'd gotten from a Dunmeri immigrant ) and steel greaves. His helmet was made out of the bones of a couple of different Goblins skulls ( which he had personally taken off after they had committed the proper infractions ) fused together. He boomed out to all of the group in front of him in the crude Goblinoid tongue, "Gather gear. We go to trail tonight, see if caravan come. We kill and slave." There was a bit more instruction, but that was the gist of it. The goblins eagerly gathered up their gear, took a few quick bites off of the Nix-Hound, offered up a large leg to their chieftan ( which he accepted ) and gathered around him.

The group made sure all of the preparations were in order, and he ordered all of the scouts out in trees to go into the cave. It was getting dark anyway and imperial trackers typically didn't come out this far, or this late out night. They would be fine.

A few scouts passed right close to Sajuuk and S'kywra, one of them would have seen them had he turned and looked, but he was too tired and just wanted the shift to end, so he stumbled through the forest.

With that, the last of the scouts entered the cave, and the goblin raiding party went eagerly into the forest, crashing through, for they didn't have to conceal themselves so far out. No, they knew enough about stealth, but that was for when they got closer to the prey. For now, they were too excited. None of them even thought about how often a goblin would get killed in these raids...They were just too battle crazed to think about that, until their enemies had them outmatched or pinned down.

[Sajuuk-Khar]

The blue lizard blinked as he watched the scout walk right by him, slowing to a stop out of pure disbelief rather than trying to stay hidden. He would have lobbed the ugly little blighter's head off if he hadn't been stunned by the sheer stupidity and disregard for vigilance. Then again, these were goblins he was talking about. Not the sharpest blades in the arsenal.

As they ambled back to the cave, and he took one more look at the pair --who seemed as uninteresting as ever-- before continuing on his single-minded march for the cave's mouth. Lucky for him he didn't get too close too fast, seeing how the sudden flood of green bodies would have likely stampeded him before he could figure out just what the hell had happened.

His right foot, which had risen to take another step, froze, then quickly planted itself to the ground, getting a stance ready as he watched the onrush of goblins race towards him and the two miscellaneous thugs (Ugh and Oog, he subconsciously labeled them). His right hand whipped out the blade that he could almost hear screaming for a bath of fresh blood (he was just glad it wasn't daedric; he probably would hear that thing scream), left hand curling its fingers as heat and light were summoned into his grasp.

His dogged determination, he had realized long ago, was excellent for augmenting his magical endurance and overall performance: it was just the kind of determination needed for the really big boomers. Only reason he wasn't blowing up forests was because he wasn't in the heavyweights class just yet. Just yet. His lips peeled back to reveal sharp teeth, glinting eerily white after the deer's blood had incidentally cleaned them, his glowing green eyes helping to give him that ominous "Approaching End" look. Who said Night Eye couldn't be used for psychological warfare?

As the ball of flame took solid shape in his left hand, he bellowed out in a low, booming voice, "You're in my way!" It was the kind of voice you expected in a general, a voice to command an army in the heat of battle. Hey, he'd had time to work on it. And it always made things fun when an unsuspecting bandit suddenly soiled themself from it.

With his entrance declaration made, he flung the concentrated conflagration into the crowd of writhing green bodies, watching with a savage satisfaction as it arced through the air, exploding outward as it impacted whatever it could; goblin, ground, tree, it didn't quite matter. If it hit a gob, it was a bonus, of course. But with the whole splash effect, proximity worked just as well. His magic hand joined his swinging hand in gripping the sword, paying no mind to the two so near. They weren't his concern. The green morons and their guarded treasure was, however.

[S'kywra]

Not being a stranger to reading emotions, S'kywra could tell the Argonian was shocked, most likely by the flowing Black Hand robes she wore. The robes often commanded a certain respect out of those who recognized them.

Suddenly, S'kywra leapt in surprise as everything seemed to dissolve into chaos. An Argonian, not the one she'd been dealing with, had shouted out, and suddenly there were explosions of fire and screams of fleeing goblins all around.

"Friend of yours?!" S'kywra asked the Argonian with the spear. Without waiting for an answer, she slipped backward into the shadows, and leapt back into the relative safety of the trees. Maneuvering around, she managed to get a decent look at the newcomer, flinging spells in almost a careless way. One Argonian spellcaster, two Argonian spellcasters, since when were they a particularly magical race?!

With no time to ponder the odd circumstances, S'kywra decided it would be best to get behind the newcomer, not only to avoid his path of destruction, but to stay out of his visual range so that he couldn't find her too easily with a fancy spell. Sticking to shadows and trees, S'kywra followed in the wake of chaos, keeping an eye out for the Argonian with the spear.

((I guess my posts have been rather short, too. That'll change eventually))

[char]

Watching the assassin disappear in the forest, Jar had a feeling a valuable ally was just lost, but there were more pressing matters now. Tons of Gobbys were now marching through the forest close as could be to his position. Clasping his spear with loose but firm hands he dashed behind a tree. Ready to pounce on them if need be, but this wasn’t his fight yet so he would just let them pass.

Then the voice he heard off in the distance, how could he not sense that him being so close?
“Losing your edge there Jar” he said to himself with a chuckle. Watching the mindless rabble of Gobbys thrashing through the forest, such recklessness how could they be that way, some thing he would never figure out he reckoned.

Curiosity got the better of Jar before too long watching the goblins pass by; he wondered where they could be going this late at night. Of course he knew there was a caravan not far off on the road to Leyawiin, but he didn’t think they would be that idiotic to venture that close to a city, that would be stupid even for a Gobby.
“not much to do, but wait I guess” he said to himself

Then that scent caught his nose again, the nix-hound was still there, hunger clouding his judgment again he waited until the Goblins were out of site and made his way over to the fire. Pulling out his carving knife and stabbing the head of his spear in the dirt, he cut a piece off of the hound’s haunches and sunk his teeth into the meat. It tasted really under cooked,
“But what can you expect from Gobbys” he said to himself enjoying what he could from his food.

Felling rejuvenated from his meal Jar cast another detect life spell to see what was going on, the Gobbys were still raging off to find there caravan and the Khajiit assassin and the Argonian spellcaster were close to eachother, but none of that mattered to much to Jar. He had all the information needed to get a good amount of gold from the guards in Leyawiin.

[Deceit]

The Goblin chieften lead his group of warriors, heading straight for the brush. They wouldn't be going to Leyawiin, they were headed toward a road or path somewhere on -this- side of the river, and with luck there would be some sort trading vehicle passing through, and he could already taste the sweet man fle-

Fireball?

As the forest lit up in the path just before him, he suddenly dived to the right, his massive goblin form hitting the ground and going into a dive. He held up a hand to block the kinetic wave of energy that spewed forth from the fire, and the heat that washed over him. His six warriors, two of them on flames, the third already dead from a direct hit, were knocked to the ground.

He came up, and spun toward whoever had just thrown that, pulling out a massive club with spikes lining it. He beat his chest once, twice, and then gave a quick battle-cry. As the three of his Goblins that were on the ground recovered and gathered their weapons, preparing to organize some sort of defense, the argonian ( a rather interesting one, scaled blue, odd for the race, though he didn't care. ) pulled out his blade. It glinted in the firelight, and the Goblin, a bit taller than the Argonian and certainly stronger ( chieftan, lol ) lifted his club high above his head and swung down toward the Argonian's face, meaning to break straight passed the things defenses and just smash it into the dirt.

[Sajuuk-Khar]

The argonian paused as he heard that battle-cry, his grin turning ever more vicious, and ever more grizzly. His own maw opened, and gave a roar in reply. But instead of the scratchy, almost hissing voice of his typical kind, it was a much fuller, smoother vocalization. Though his previous exclamation had been a testament to his different voice, as well.

He twirled his blade in a circle at his side, almost insanely smiling at the huge brute that made it its business to squash Sajuuk like a bug. As the ghastly club came flying down, he swirled to the side, spinning to the goblin's back and make a slash at its ankles, planning to simply hamstring the ugly beast right then and there.

Sure, he didn't notice the fact that he was being followed, and sure, he didn't notice the other argonian running off for a bite. But would he have cared at that particular moment? Not really. So long as they didn't get in his way.

(I think since we're now officially in combat mode that shorter posts are a tad necessary, since we don't want to go and elaborately godmode each other.)

[S'kywra]

That guy isn't happy, S'kywra thought, hearing the Goblin Chieftan's cry, and watching as he charged at the new intruder. The Chieftan would surely squash the average adventurer, but this Argonian was clearly no stranger to a fight, moving deftly to avoid the Chieftan's club and taking swipes of his own. S'kywra wasn't particularly thrilled by the idea of having to go up against either of them, and so she shrank into the shadows as best she could, watching carefully, waiting for something to happen to prompt her action.

Taking her eyes briefly off of the fight, she looked around for the Argonian with the spear. It had been foolish of her to run off without keeping an eye on him. Maybe he was friendly, but S'kywra had been stabbed in the back one too many times to believe him.