Indarkestknight
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Discretion is the better part of Cowardice
From high up in the rafters, Fenegar spoke down, interjecting into the scintillating debate on the merits of being eaten by dragons. From his perspective, there were only two issues that entered into the matter. One: He was hired to find and rescue Princess Lolipop, or whatever her name was. Two: Dragons, from his admittingly spotty recollection of lore, typically kept hoards of gold. Next to those concerns, the problems with murdering a dragon became secondary, or possibly even tertiary. Goblins had done more for less.
"I can kind of see where the snake lady is coming from guys. If we're going to kill the giant unstoppable killing machine, lets try for an approach that goes beyond 'standing around with its food' as a plan. Cause I can only see that one turning out one way, and it ain't going to be a great moral victory for no one."
Dropping down from the ceiling on a line, Fenegar dropped into the group of adventurers, considering each in turn as he continued to talk, laying out what he personal felt was the best course of action for the matter. This sort of plotting was, after all, second nature to the Goblin.
"The way I see it, we don't even have to fight the dragon, least ways not at first. If, like Jola said, it has to go out and feed once a week, that means that its away from its lair while thats taking place. Now, if we wait for it to leave, and then step into its cave, we should be able to save the Princess, and be out of there before the dragon comes back. Heck, if you big strong warriors want to, you guys can keep it busy, while me an the snakelady get this shit locked down."
Fenegar grinned at his own plan, rubbing his hands together with no small amount of glee. Not only would this plan allow him to collect the princess, but it'd leave that hoard of gold just sitting there, just waiting for some poor, underpaid goblin to collect it. It was a perfect plan, at least as far as he could see.
Naturally the Paladin had to go and fuck things up.
How to Kill your Dragon
Koren listened as the small goblin spoke, laying out a typical goblin plan, where the greenskin got the rewards, and everyone else was in mortal peril. He would have loved to have objected to it, to have stated that it was a dishonorable course of action, but he knew Fenegar had a valid point.
It would be better to split up in this case. With Fenegar's plan it did not matter if they stopped the dragon or not, the princess would still be saved. Such an outcome would ensure that Koren's first duty, the protection of life, was maintained. Besides, between himself, the minotaur, and the mage, they should have as effective a force for dragon slaying as one could want. Two more would make little difference in such a pitched fight, and Fenegar was right that their talents were better suited to a subtle approach. Perhaps working thus, they could do what the people of the village had failed at, and finally stop the dragon.
"I find the goblin's plan to be plotting, underhanded, and somewhat repulsive...but it may work. What say you friends?"
From high up in the rafters, Fenegar spoke down, interjecting into the scintillating debate on the merits of being eaten by dragons. From his perspective, there were only two issues that entered into the matter. One: He was hired to find and rescue Princess Lolipop, or whatever her name was. Two: Dragons, from his admittingly spotty recollection of lore, typically kept hoards of gold. Next to those concerns, the problems with murdering a dragon became secondary, or possibly even tertiary. Goblins had done more for less.
"I can kind of see where the snake lady is coming from guys. If we're going to kill the giant unstoppable killing machine, lets try for an approach that goes beyond 'standing around with its food' as a plan. Cause I can only see that one turning out one way, and it ain't going to be a great moral victory for no one."
Dropping down from the ceiling on a line, Fenegar dropped into the group of adventurers, considering each in turn as he continued to talk, laying out what he personal felt was the best course of action for the matter. This sort of plotting was, after all, second nature to the Goblin.
"The way I see it, we don't even have to fight the dragon, least ways not at first. If, like Jola said, it has to go out and feed once a week, that means that its away from its lair while thats taking place. Now, if we wait for it to leave, and then step into its cave, we should be able to save the Princess, and be out of there before the dragon comes back. Heck, if you big strong warriors want to, you guys can keep it busy, while me an the snakelady get this shit locked down."
Fenegar grinned at his own plan, rubbing his hands together with no small amount of glee. Not only would this plan allow him to collect the princess, but it'd leave that hoard of gold just sitting there, just waiting for some poor, underpaid goblin to collect it. It was a perfect plan, at least as far as he could see.
Naturally the Paladin had to go and fuck things up.
How to Kill your Dragon
Koren listened as the small goblin spoke, laying out a typical goblin plan, where the greenskin got the rewards, and everyone else was in mortal peril. He would have loved to have objected to it, to have stated that it was a dishonorable course of action, but he knew Fenegar had a valid point.
It would be better to split up in this case. With Fenegar's plan it did not matter if they stopped the dragon or not, the princess would still be saved. Such an outcome would ensure that Koren's first duty, the protection of life, was maintained. Besides, between himself, the minotaur, and the mage, they should have as effective a force for dragon slaying as one could want. Two more would make little difference in such a pitched fight, and Fenegar was right that their talents were better suited to a subtle approach. Perhaps working thus, they could do what the people of the village had failed at, and finally stop the dragon.
"I find the goblin's plan to be plotting, underhanded, and somewhat repulsive...but it may work. What say you friends?"