Immersive Ink

waysoftheearth wrote:
It is well known that Hobgoblins and their like have excellent vision at night, but cannot abide the bright sun...

tombowings wrote:
Flewellen waits to see what the hobgoblins do next.

waysoftheearth wrote:

tombowings wrote:Flewellen waits to see what the hobgoblins do next.

Flewellen waits and listens for a while... all is quiet. It seems they must have run off, presumably looking for him.

tombowings wrote:
Flewellen pokes his head out of the hole. Assuming the coast is clears, he will heave himself out of it, retrieve his pack, and peek around the rock to see if the hobgoblins have regrouped. I the hobgoblins are within sight range, Flewellen will stay in his hole and pray that they didn't see him.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Flewellen crawls out of his muddy hiding place and glances nervously about for any sign of the Hobgoblins... but thankfully they are nowhere to be seen. He dusts himself off briskly (largely without effect) and shoulders his pack.

Flewellen then climbs cautiously out from behind the mossy boulder and cranes his neck for a better look about. He cannot see the Hobgoblins who gave chase anywhere near, but they could easily be concealed beyond a rise, in a gully or behind any one of many thatches of heath.

More interestingly, he sees that the remainder of the troop are nearing the ruined keep atop the hill, some hundred yards or so distant...

tombowings wrote:
Flewellen is going to try and stealthily make his way to the keep walls, trying to find an opening from which he can sneak through. Where there are keeps, there are doors, and The Trammel has never failed him yet.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Keeping low, Flewellen scurries toward the ruined keep. He is almost half way there by the time the party of soldiery is reaching the gate arch...

tombowings wrote:
Flewellen looks around for somewhere to hide.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Flewellen is half way up the bluff. Most of the scrub and gullies are behind him. Nearby is a small clutter of rocks that he could hide among, but it would hardly be convincing.

Ahead, the foot troops are about the enter the keep's gate arch -- they don't seem to have noticed him.

Behind, there is still no sign of the search party.

tombowings wrote:
At this point Flewellen starts to become curious and wonders what this ruined keep has to do with such vile creatures. Treasure hunters, no doubt. But maybe something more is afoot. Flewellen creeps slowly towards the keep, quickening his pace once the hobgoblins enter the gate.

Once at the gate (assuming he remains unseen) Flewellen hides behind the ruined wall, trying to overhear some of the hobgoblins' conversations--maybe figuring a little bit more about why they are here.