RP 1

Day 1

It was a chilled fall night, the surrounding area was riddled with war torn troubles. even those from high society had to fall to crime in order to make it to the end of the week. Salem had just rushed out of the inn that stood on the edge of the town. She panted as she made it to the forest edge, panting as she has the gold necklace clasped in her hand. certainly worth enough to last a month. she couldn't sell it here of course, the next town was a week walk. but between that distance was forest filled with goblin war bands. eager for treasure and slaves, they have been relentless attacking travelers. but the risk was worth it, she quietly made it through the wood best she can. but sadly, luck was against her this night. As she cleared through a thick set of brush. she stumbled into a dozen goblins, simply in loin clothes and simple spears or clubs in hand. A few of them aimed the spears and Salem knew she was caught. she was skilled with a dagger, but not skilled enough for a dozen armed goblins. the gesture her to move and lead her to a war camp. it has seem they have taken control of a stone fort with solid walls, she could scale them if she managed to escape. The goblins lead her into the captain quarters, taking the chains and cuffing her wrist. stringing her hands above her head, to the ceiling. all but four goblins leave, and they all give a cackle as they inch closer. intrigued but this new arrival.

Salem struggled against the restraints in an effort to to get some leeway but to no avail. It felt like the more she struggled the more the ropes dug into her wrists and the goblins were only moving closer. She took a deep breath before stuffing down her nerves and finally speaking. "What is it you little grunts want? Money? Pleasure? I'm good at giving both. We could bargin something I'm sure." Her tone was calm as she spoke in an effort to possibly make a deal with them. If she could persuade them then maybe they would untie her and that would give her a chance to run, even though it seemed like stupid hope she didnt give goblins much if any credit in the intelligence area. All she needed was a good opening and enough time to grab a weapon. She wasn't so overly confident to not realize she was obviously outnumbered but she would be in a better position then she was now or at the very least she could go down fighting.

A couple of them start tugging at ends of your armor, almost invigorated at your bribery of your own flesh. one reaches for a dagger in his belt and unsheathe it. stepping towards you, until it seems his body is plucked from where he stands. a bolt sticking out from his where his heart rest. "who is disturbing my dinner." a near snarl comes from the entrance of a second room. the bedroom from the look of it, and in the door frame that stood a Hobgoblin, who had to kneel to step through it. his reddish skin pocketed with battle scars. his hair jet black in a single long ponytail. Salem knew in some of the war tribes. cutting your hair was an act of dishonor for losing in battle, this Hobgoblin clearly knew his trade. and his weapon of choice, a warclub. held easily in one hand as he steps closer to examining the prisoner

Salem would be lying if she said the sudden sound of this hobgoblins voice didn't cause her to flinch slightly. Her eyes snapped to him immediately as she watched him come closer, taking a moment to study him. He made everything in the room feel small and not from his sheer size but from his presence alone, it seemed to overpower the atmosphere like the man could walk into any room and heads would snap to attention just for him. She took notice to him being littered in battle scars but honestly they didn't take away from him if anything they added an appeal to him somehow. As she swallowed her own hesitation she stopped struggling against her restraints and instead quietly picked at the rope while she remained silent watching and listening to him and the goblins.

"Now, I'm all for some enhanced interrogation to get information. But even i can't allow such barbaric behavior." He steps forward and in one swift motion, raises the war club and smashes it into the head of the nearest goblin. "Now, what have I said. When you capture a prisoner, you retrieve me right away." He growls