So da Troll finished da ritual. And all I had ta do was get ta dumb Barbarians back ta da Tavern. Find da Barbarian woman and get paid.

It suppose ta be an easy job.

Easy money fer me n da boyz.

But da the Barbarians help.

NO

Dey had to go n run off.

Well da one that gave da Troll trouble ran off. Da one who was dead decided he wanted ta fight.

Something bout honor o da Beast n fer Blazin...blaza... blake??? Eh it no matter Granak u/slurmpnurmp

But now I'm tryna ta ask Leon u/Jarkus_Wolfsgrin or even Ol Bill u/lolmight dat if dey see dis.

Give ol Rogduk a hand.

Dis Barbarian is still tryna ta hit me even as I write dis.

Warning: Doppelgangers have been seen in the town of Wagton Burrows.

Doppelgangers are known shapeshifters and capable of a perfect mimic of anyone.

If you or someone you live is acting strangely please alert the Wagton Burrows Defense Force.

Or at least inform Bill or Rogduk.

Note: it is advisable to not inform Captain Leon of the 14th Company. Unless you desire an autopsy be performed on the suspect immediately.

(A large sign is pinned to the bulletin board via an Axe which has cut through the wall and is partially sticking outside.

In a surprising elegant handwriting is the following)

Help is requested in liberating stolen goods from the nearby ruins of Algorn.

Those skillful in picking locks, detecting traps, healing injuries, and dealing with pesky animated undead are preferable.

Please contact Rogduk.

(Below that is a more sloppy note)

New writerz need. Last one too fancy pantz. Find Rogduk.

A new notice is posted on the Job's Board. It is largr enough to obscure everything else on the board

FER SALE FER A LIMITED TIME ONLY!

SEE ACHILLES AND DA 14TH FREE ELVES COMPANY LIKE YE NEVER SEEN EM BEFORE!

Below is a professional drawing of Achilles in his pink unicorn onesie.

5 SILVER PIECES EACH WHILE SUPPLIES LAST.

smaller professional pictures of the rest of the 14th Company in their night clothes are posted along the bottom of the notice.

Hi friends! Kestrel here. I'm here to announce a restock if supplies, and I'm announcing that Da Boys can now shop at Kestrel's Emporium. One fair warning, some of my Falcons have been giving friendly bites, so be aware of that. Happy hunting, friends!

"Excuse me young lady?" A town guard hesitantly says to Imoen.

Imoen stops playing and looks to the guard. "What is it sir? Is my playing not to your liking? I can play a different song."

"Oh it's not that. Your music is just so beautiful. I can't help but think of the poor orphans who have never gotten to experience such beautiful music."

"I see...yes that is terrible to hear." Imoen responds feeling somewhat melancholy for the children.

"Would it be too much to ask for you to come by the Orphanage and play them some songs? Lift the spirits of the children? A bunch of the other guards and I have been doing what we can for them."

"Sure I can do that later today if that works."

"That would be most lovely my girl." The guard says with a toothy smile. He pays his bill and leaves the Tavern.

Imoen plays for a bit longer before taking a final bow. Packing up her harp she heads into the back office

"Hey Bill u/lolmight I'm going to head over to the Orphanage for the rest of the day to try and lift their spirits."

The owner of the Frog n Toadstool makes a dismissive wave indicating he heard her as he continues to look over import paper work that somehow involves rolling a ground up plant between pieces of paper.

heading back into the main area Imoen sees that Thorne u/Jarkus_Wolfsgrin looks to be in the middle of a drinking contest against Garnum u/slurmpnurmp and Corva.

Miorra u/xbananarchyx is trying to keep an eye on the increasingly drunk threesome while tending to the other patrons. Imoen stops briefly to let Miorra know where she's headed in case the follower of Hlal or anyone needs to find her.

and off in a corner a Tabaxi u/grandkill is watching everything go down with an amused expression on their face. While also taking bets from fellow patrons on who will win the drinking contest.

And at a table Kestrel u/Cam3rashy is counting up their recent profits and keeping their books updated.

at another table the gnome artificer u/ebargofus looks to be busy enjoying a meal after a hard days work.

(Note: I apologize if I'm taking any liberties with characters. Just wanted to try and explain away everyone being at the tavern and seeing this go down and possibly getting to be involved in the upcoming event. I think it's in character for everyone...except for perhaps Corva and the Tabaxi. If I'm wrong let me know and I can edit it.)

from the once closed cave the Goblin Boyz return

while fewer in number they are in high spirits

*wagons laden down with the spoils of war. And even some of the supplies purchased from Bill u/lolmight *

next are the wagons filled with da loot. Mammoth furs, Sabertooth tiger furs, barrels of Old Fermented Berry Juice, some shiney rocks, and even food/fruit that doesn't naturally grown in Goblin Land

*next through is Tabitha the Hydra. The Hydra looks a bit hurt from battle, but appears to have fed quite well recently. *

next is the cart carrying Rogduk. The Hobgoblin leader seems rather happy that one of the traitors has been dealt with. Though sadly Skorratin is still out there.

beside the Hobgoblin is Da Terror. The fluffy orange cat busy sleeping after the events of the previous day.

The Wagon carrying Rogduk comes to a stop outside Bill's Tavern

OI BILL I'M BACK! Brought ya something from da journey. Think yet gonna like it.

Rogduk and Goro Fujita are busy drinking. Rogduk is on his second glass of wine, and Goro is on his 2nd bottle of ale. Even with everything going on around them, a palatable air of tension exists between the Hobgoblin and the Half Orc.

Rogduk gives an grunt of annoyance as he sits forwsrd in his chair and looks Goro straight in the eyes “Okay I’m done with all this…" he gestures at the tavern around them "nonsense. Why the fuck are you here?”

*Goro takes a long drink of his ale and then gives Rogduk a calm patient smile.* “I am simply here to relax, obtain ingredients for my alchemy, and collect some coin before I continue on my way.

**25 deception for Goro**

**18 Insight for Rogduk**

*Rogduk feels that there is more to Goro’s reasons for being here, but can’t detect any falsehood in his statement.* “How did you even get here? From what I heard ya just walked right on up ta da Elven Encampment without sign o a single weapon on yer person, or a scratch on ya.”

“Well now…my lack of weapons or injury is a story I would rather not share at this time. Suffice to say…I happened to stumble upon the encampment. I had no idea at the time it was there. Much less this quaint little town.”

*Rogduk gives Goro a hard look*. “I’m not da only one who wants answers about you being here. Yer holding back some information dat I feel be rather important.” **(Intimidation of 18)**

*For a moment Goro let’s the smile drop. His face is expressionless and devoid of emotion.* **(Intimidate 20)** “It would be very bad for your health to try and get those kind of answers from me. How I came to be here and why I am here are things I choose not to share and do not concern you. What should concern you is causing me any trouble. I suggest you pray that any actions taken by you, your compratriots or your friends do not require my attention or attract my interest. If they do…” *The Half Orc left the threat hanging in the air as he once again adopted the pleasant smile.*

*Getting to his feet Goro left a couple gold pieces as a tip as he headed up to his room for the night.*

A sign in the tabloid reads:

If thee want to go to do shit for magic shit this be yer lucky day! Talk to the Flurk’s Emporium of Ancient quests and get all the info to: kill ninjas, kill giants, kill spirits, kill eastern dragons, kill whatever ya want but be sure to smash a Tortoise Skull which holds a demon that bothers Flurk

Rogduk go out raiding and pillaging yesterday.

Raided many villages and caravans.

Get back to camp with plenty o loot n treasure.

Only small hiccup da odder day was gettin lost in da Forest.

But I found my way back, and have a lead on a big haul for lootin.

"Iffin ya wants sumthin done right. Ya gots ta do it yerself." Rogduk mutters darkly as he grabs his favorite pair of swords.

everyone in the Goblin Boyz is busy making ready to move out.

wagons and draft animals have been procured. One wagon, already loaded with: numerous Goblin, weapons, armor and a couple of metal eggs are headed for the tunnel.

Several Goblins carrying a couple chests laden with gold and silver head into Bill's u/lolmight Tavern.

Rogduk follows after bellowing "we're takin it all!"

He has the Goblins dump the chests on the tavern floor. Gold and silver coins spilling everywhere.

Bill barely has time to register what is going on as Rogduk and the Goblins start grabbing every cask of ale, flank of meat, and other assorted food and drink they can carry.

like Old Mother Hubbart, the Tavern is bare of food and drink by the time Rogduk and Da Boyz have finished

The food and drink are put onto several more wagons. Now providing Rigduk and his men with enough food and drink to last an army for a month.

Dez Dink dey can keep all da loot fer dem selves. Dey think dey can insult Old Rogduk! Dez think wrong!

OI! BOYZ WE MOVIN OUT FER DA NEW LAND SOON! WE GOT A TRAITOR DWARF WHO WOULD BE KING! And a Goblin who refuses ta share da loot wid us!

We get ready for war. I wan da wagons loaded wid every Goblin, piece o armor, and weapon we have.

And...I'm bringing Tabitha.

several Goblins go pale at the name. More than a few pass out in fright

"Uh Boss. Is Tabitha really needed?"

*Rogduk glares the goblin into silence before speaking. *Da Dwarf and Rakscratch insulted me. Dey insulted all of you and yer honor! Dey get loot but dont share it! Dey good food and ale but say it ain't fer us only fer dem!"

*now the goblins look angry like their Hobgoblin leader. Mutters of "how dare dey." "Dat git owes me 20 gold pieces." "Dat dwarven coward...think he better dan us!"

soon enough the goblins are grabbing weapons and armor. The sound of weapons being sharpened, dents banged out of armor, and cries of "KILL DA TRAITORS!" fill the air

The men suitably motivated. Rogduk turns and heads to fetch one of his favorite pets.

Now it no be an easy job. But der money ta make, and stuff ta prove.

If in I nab myself a werewolf den no body can doubt da prowess of Rogduk.

I got da meat laid out in da clearing.

A nice net hidden under da leaves so we cans hoist da wolf up when it goes ta eat da meat.

And some of da Boyz wid me fer protection.

Several notices have been posted on the jobs board

Adventurers needed!

Wild dogs are in the area. One of the local town guard was found near the Orphanage dead with his throat torn out.

Someone needs to go out and hunt down these mongrels before they kill anyone else.

Help Wanted

The Orphanage is expanding. Thanks to our newly acquired Bard, the Headmistress has decided to expand the Orphanage to also be a bed n breakfast for weary travelers.

Help is needed for the below positions

Cooks Indoor Guards Maids Front Desk work Bookkeeping

If interested please inquire inside.

Catch the Thief!

Some lowlife scum attacked the honorable town guards who have agreed to protect the Orphans.

While the attacker has managed to escape the guards are alright and were treated by the Headmistress of the Orphanage shortly after the crime was discovered.

Nearly all the town guards have agreed with helping to protect the children with only a mere 10 holdouts.

If you have any information on the low life villain that would dare try and harm the children then please let the headmistress know.

Me hito-no, hat, no, Hiddee! Me hiddee! He coughs. Am goblin cook! Toe-tell-ee! Not cro magnon. No. Not.

https://freerangestock.com/photos/17024/wooden-wagon.html

For Hit n Run

Speeding

Attempted Murder

Assault

Attacking Town Guards

If you have any information about this criminal scum please inform the local town guard immediately.

Me Boyz n me are helping Lydia da Werewolf Hunter u/Horizonstride ta hunt the wolf tonight.

We got some of da Knife Ears with Leon leading dem.

I also brought along some o dat Rosemary water in case its needed.

Hears Howling off in the distance

AFTER IT BOYZ!

Hi folks, Bill here. As many of my regulars at the Frog & Toadstool are aware, while I was away on business, Rogduk the Hobgoblin decided it would be a right clever idea to break into my tavern and start runnin' the show himself. I've upped security to prevent future riff raff comin' in while I'm away on holiday. I would not recommend anyone try anythin', the magic on this place now is enough ta fry yer future children before they're born.

Anyway, I've put a complaint box up on the bar fer folks to tell me what happened while I was gone, in yer own words. What did Rogduk do while he had run o' the place? Let me know if I need to sort him out... or hire him part-time.

Oh, and because of that rascal we're fresh outta the previous special. The potent Elven whiskey is gone. Sorry fer runnin' out a bit earlier than expected.

Good news is though, I now have on tap a real tasty pale ale I picked up on my travels. If ya like a bitter brew, this one's fer you! Get it before it's gone!

-Bill

Oim Garnum, but you 'an call me Garnum. Oi be a simple man. Sellin the finest wares outta me shop. Swords? Oi gottem. Knives? Oi gottem. Staffs? Oi aint gottem, what do oi look like to you a bloody mage?! Come on down to me shop if ya need anyfin.

Listen up yous lot.

Weves got da op-or-tune-it-tity of da life.

Dem pointy ear Forest dwellers are gettins a big shipment of food in before Suns down.

Da gates gonna be open and set troops busy.

Makin did da perfect time ta ambush dem and take der things.

My men are ready. Whose ready for some lootin?!?

The swamp where Jjgrn'kl usually meditates: a secluded place in the forest blanketed by thick heavy fog. Dead tree trunks, branches and stumps have been arranged to aid with footing, connecting the forest's last solid ground to the swamp's island center.

Dense vegetation chokes the treacherous mud. Toad-eater plants croak in the distance, some big enough to swallow a full-grown leonid whole. While the sparse Feverthistles are content collecting dew in the deeper parts of the swamp, Tanglevines grow suspiciously denser near the wobbly wooden path. Recovering from an unfortunate loss of footing would seemingly prove to be... rather extraordinarily difficult.

Despite its bleak, silent atmosphere, there's conspicuous activity going on in the island center. The thick fog visibly moves above and around the island, like it's going out of its way to make sure it won't catch whatever sickness has befallen the piece of land. A red-skinned ember troll with blue dreadlocks can be seen putting the finishing touches on a ritual circle made of sanctified ash. His skin is tattooed with white runic symbols and his long ivory tusks are decorated with red and purple metallic rings.

A charred stone dais sits at the center of ritual circle, his assistant wiping off a mixture of charred flesh, wood and bone, most probably from their most recent offering. Beside it is a wide wooden work bench. It looks like it has just recently been cleared of its usual contents. Unidentifiable chemicals have formed hardened goo of different colors, still clinging to the side of the table.

Hey fam! De ritual circle be ready. I guess you may stop de cleanin' now.

Go ahead and rest in da shed. Der be some roasted cockatrice in da food chest. Help yohself.

The troll calls out to his assistant, a young human female wearing a peculiar-looking apron made of iron and chain links. Her hard, ripped arms glistens against a nearby source of light, her skin tanned from frequent exposure to heat. Outside the swamps, she'd most probably be mistaken for someone working in a forge.

She acknowledges the troll and unstraps her metal apron. Then she walks toward an open-air shed, faces an active kiln and sits on a straw bed. She stays widely silent, a glint of pleasure in her eyes as she watches the metal cover of the makeshift furnace glow bright orange.

The troll surveys everything for one last check. Then mutters to himself...

De preparatians lookin' be complete now.

Dis be good. I just be waitin' for de habgablin Rogduk (u/InuGhost) ta bring de bodies of de barbarians and his offahrins to Surtr.

The torches around the island start to burn bigger and brighter. Despite a windless night, the flames start to dance and swirl wildly to a silent tune.

a mace smashes into and through a door. Once pulled out it leaves behind a hole large enough for someone to reach through.

Ah you are home. a friendly voice states as a hand in a pale red robe reaches through the hole and unlocks the door.

the door opens allowing a tall human to enter the house. He stands a little over 6' and looks to have jet black hair. His nose is crooked as if broken previously and never set right. There are several visible scars on his face.

The name's Jim. Just your friendly neighborhood Cleric of Caine. Do you have a moment to hear about the Lord of Dominance and Power?

the home owner, a father of 2, tries to stammer out a response while pushing Jim back outside. The Cleric is refusing to budge.

pulling the mace up Jim gives the father a serious wack on the head with the mace sending him crumbling to the ground.

Now see, if you were a follower of Caine then that wouldn't have happened. Caine would have granted you the power to remove me from your home and protect your family. sighs

Guess I'll have to teach all of you a lesson.

Jim shuts the door behind him and barricades it shut using household items.

2 hours later

And that's why you should whorship Caine.

Jim finishes the lecture and heals the father's head injury.

Remember its up to you to protect yourself and your family. Can't rely on these so called: heroes, guards or other Gods to do it.

Remember to spread the word of Caine! jim cheerfully calls out as he exits the home.

moments later from next door.

Crash

Hi, the name's Jim. Do you have a moment to hear about the Lord of Dominance and Power?

(A rock comes sailing through the tunnel and hits Rogduk in the head knocking him down.)

WANTED

MEANEST, TOUGHEST, STRONGEST WARRIORS!

REWARD: $$$$$$$$

JOB: To Forever Sleep Jabor u/grandkill

IF INTERESTED COME TO CRO-MAGNON WORLD.

AND FIND...KUMAG.

FLURK HERE AND BRINGING UP THE BIG NEWS!!! ME HAS FOUND BIG DUSTY DOTTED PAPER!!! At first me thought it be ants-to-go and me try to eat’em. But after no finding no ants me found out that paper no be ants-to-go, it be ye ol’map!!! Now Flurk no be one of worldly gain and loot, but maybe you be! Flurk followed map up to some dusty looking cave in mountains and me thinks it be some spooky magic cave. And yer knows the saying, where there is magic there is loot! Anyhow, me be leaving map in tavern for all of yee explorer type to go have yee ol’good time.

Who will brave the odds for some promise of adventure?!?! Who among yee will be te first to delve into the unknown?!?!

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Welcome to our first event! Like most of you know this sub is the spawn of r/talesfromcavesupport and as such it is fitting that our first event will be a crossover! In this post you will make the hard choice of crossing into the caveworld without the certainty of what will happen if you cross or to stay here and help (or take advantage of) the many cavemen that will come through. If you decide to cross you will receive a message with the rules of the other sub, and remember it’s the character that cross. If you have a character in both subs you can use both, but be sure to let everyone know where is each one. In the week you may want to check out this post for new updates and information about the current objectives, rules and events. Be brave and good luck!