conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: dmnull: The town lays in ruins. Where once the homes of local farmers and craftsman stood along the road, burnt foundations remain. The fencing around pastures near by are oddly cut to splinters and the livestock missing. The smell of smoke still lingers in the air. Strangely, the town’s wall still seems in good repair. The gates seems undamaged. Clearly the rumors are true. The Goblins have grown bold. This town is only a day’s travel from the capital of Salhedine and is larger than they would normally target. To take this town, they would have need to new tactics and weapons. Something peculiar was definitely happening.  
  
  The local goblin tribes have been a nuisance for years. They raided farms, stole equipment, and harassed travelers. But they have never been enough of a problem for Troven Molrill, the local Governor to pay for an expedition to run them out of their cavern lairs.
  
  But that has changed. For months now the goblins have been acting strange. Their raiding parties have been larger and bolder. Thefts included copper, tin, brass, leather, and iron instead of just food and valuables. Entire small towns have fallen to these new, concerted goblin attacks.
  
  Survivors speak about the powerful new weapons the goblins wield. The goblins used to arm themselves with crude clubs, stolen weapons, and small bows. Now they have firearms that blast steam instead of smoke, swords that screech with spinning blades, and poisoned darts launched from tall hats. Their raiding parties now come calling in airships instead of riding goblin dogs. Some of these goblins even have entire limbs of brass and steel that leak steam. The Governor has decided that it is time to end this threat, and he is willing to pay well to get the job done.
  
  The party has decided to seek more information about the Governor's Offer. Wanted posters posted around the local taverns and city halls say to contact Mayor, Garmon Curnan, of Salhedine who is acting as the contact for those that want to take the Governor’s offer. The bounty on Watchtooth Ambergris is currently at 10,000 gold pieces.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lord Of Mantas: Eiaf 
  
  Eiaf was in a rather firey mood.
  
  This was, of course, nothing new, as that had been the way of things ever since the goblins had ransacked his tower. Almost everything he had owned - several years worth of research into how to meld memorization-based and spontaneous casting, a rather nice set of cookware, a whole shelf full of very expensive reagants - all of them had fallen to the disgusting creatures, though not before he had managed to kill several of them via fireball.
  
  And so, upon joining another caravan of survivors fleeing the onslaught - and realizing that, with so many disenfranchised, there was sure to be a person willing to put up coin for their slaughter - he had promptly joined a band of like-minded individuals, which, to his surprise, had included a couple of goblins.
  
  And so it was that, on their way into their latest pit stop, the Fluffy Duckling, that the elf had spotted the poster. Ripping it off the wall, he ushered the others over.
  
    "Come, come! Take a look here - 10,000 gold pieces for the head of Ambergris! Even split several ways, that's an awful lot of coin."   Eiaf smiled for the first time in a while, more than a little bit of avarice behind it.   "Who here thinks we should make a visit to city all and see what Mayor Curnan can tell us?"  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Coretron03: Recens
  
  Excited to explore a new land, a new place recens looks around interested in the area. He is curious about the goblins, wanting to know their motives. He turns to Eiaf
   "Gold? Bah they are seninet creatures, with lives and..."  he pauses, then sees how much gold and yells "10,000 GOLD PEICES?Well best be going then. Come on Xaiver, grab my stuff 
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  Xaiver is my eildion btw
   