<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aGEMUXm.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Temudaria Atanai<br/><strong>Race / Class:</strong>Human Ranger / Unchained Monk,<strong>HP:</strong>15,<strong>AC:</strong>21, MW Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1616222) and Forum Sheet. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289327.msg14212035#msg14212035)<br/><em>Renown archer, rider and lover. Good with her hands, in all senses of the word~~</em><br/><strong>Post Number:</strong>25<br/><br/><hr/><br/>And just like that...the battle was over. For the time being, anyway; she had no illusion that this was not the entirety of the goblin forces that held the fort - and certainly not the chieftain in overall command of the tribe - but for the time being, they had earned themselves a brief reprieve from the fighting, long enough to lick their wounds and see about preparing themselves adequately for the final conflict to come. Whilst she didn't doubt their inevitable victory, she always got a little...uncertain around the time that combat paused and both sides took a deep breath. If they couldn't handle a tribe of goblins, then they had no business delving deeper into the tower, but she couldn't deny - as much as she hated them - that goblins were devious, dangerous creatures that could easily screw you over in seven different ways if you have them even a single inch of leeway. Even now, she wouldn't put it past them to be devising some sick new trap or ambush for them as soon as they set foot in the enemy stronghold, and that probably meant that more than a few of them were going to get hurt before this was over. She grimaced at the thought, and glanced at Mira as she swung herself down off of Dorghar's back, twisting as she alighted on the ground, approaching slowly.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, Mira,"</strong>she whispered gently as she approached, her hand moving to drift over where the large gash in Mira's arm had been a few moments before. She was healed, that was good, but...she should never have been injured in the first place. Her fingers lingered over the skin there, and she forced her heart to calm down in her throat, inhaling slowly before continuing.<strong>"You be careful, 'k? The front lines ain' no place f'r y', y' hear? Y' stay back'n take potshots like l'il ol' me. I wan' y'r body walkin' outta here unscarred, y' get me?"</strong>She tried to offer a tender, gentle smile, before turning her head to regard the tied up, surrendered Goblin. She scowled a little, placing herself half between it and Mira, almost protectively.<strong>"'N you there,"</strong>she spat in Goblin.<strong>"How 'bout y' help us out? Y' tell us wha' y' know 'bout th' remaninin' numbers 'n y'r chieftain, 'n I won' make y' wish we'd killed y'. Tha's a fair trade, right? How many'a y' are there left, 'n what other tricks d'y' have up y' sleeve?"</strong>She gave a sickly sweet smile...but one with an edge. All these goblins were going to die, and soon. Touching Mira had sealed their fates, as far as Tem was concerned, and that was bloody well that.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">TL;DR</div><div class="spoiler_body">She checks up on Mira, then questions the goblin.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">GM Attention</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>ACTION:</strong> Questioning Gobbo about numbers, tricks and the status of their chieftain. <br/><br/>Tem Rolled Diplomacy to convince Goblin to Talk: 1d20a8 Result: 25 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=123394)<br/><br/>Tem Rolled Sense Motive on the Goblins answer, if he gives one: 1d20a10 Result: 29 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=123395)</div></div>