Norwick's envoys and the goblins of the West Rawlins



  • Ragnhild grins at Dwin, silently pondering a diplomatic translation as she takes a deep gulp from the ale. After a long and thunderous belch, she speaks up:

    "Spitter is eager for blood debt be payed, feel we have no time to lose. He vish we go find Grahk now, for his axe have been still too long. Juss tell vho to kill, and he do it. He seem to have doubts about strength of dwarven axe, for he ask you not to slow him down once battel khum our way. He no vish to have to save dwarf skin every time get in fajt, to translate correctli."

    She grins even wider at that, adding:

    "I think he soon see things diffrent, once axes start swinging, but for that to happen, we need find our ennemis, need find Grahk's trail. Trail is old and cold, but maybe kan still find some sign. I vhas thinking maybe Grahk and Axes too be turned to stone, and taken elsevhere. Or they give persuit and fall in ambush elsevhere, no know, but we do know my tribe no longer here, but for Spitter and Marrk, and the ones long dead. If nothing else, we have Kal'Vargen to kill, and manni of them.

    Vhat say you rest, vhat next step to take?"



  • ((no worries its just that this thread is coming up on a year old in two more months… I'm looking forward to the end of the story arc and figuring out if it ties in at all to the story of the taint in the rawlins))



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  • Wha'd he say?

    All this "icka icka" an him lookin at me is makin me nervous. What's he sayin?



  • Spitter takes little time getting back to his feet and takes a long look at everyone present as if sizing them up. He stops for a second at Mark and shakes his head for a few seconds and sighs. Mark seeing the gaze looks down at his feet as if crestfallen. Chunks of white clay have fallen off giving the goblin the look of a well worn toy doll.

    Spitter: <g>::gestures towards Mark:: Must been gone long time if him warrior. :: drinks from the ale:: Need get moving, think dwarf beginning to rot. ::looks to Rag:: So where is Grahk? Where we go get him? ::looks at his axe in his off hand longingly:: got blood debt to pay, them die today. ::spits on the ground::

    Reacting to Spitter's words Mark begins to absently pick at his clay covering seemingly nervous.

    Mark <g>Spitter it no….

    Spitter glowers at Mark stopping him cold in mid sentence. Mark quickly looks away licking his lips as if at a loss for words.

    Spitter <g>There blood to spill,no time for noise. :: looks back to Rag:: Jus tell who kill. :: takes another swig from the ale and hands it back to Rag:: and tell … :: looks at the dwarves for a second:: them, no slow Spitter down. No want have to be saving dwarf skin every time get in fight.

    Spitter then places his axe in a harness on his back. He then goes to open a leather pouch at his belt. As he reaches his hand in he suddenly jerks his hand out stares at the pouch. Moment later a small fish jumps from the pouch and lands on the ground for a few flops before falling back into the water.

    Spiitter <g>::mutters::</g></g></g></g>



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  • Ragnhild can't help but grin wide, eyes tearing ever so slightly at the dwarven fumes unleashed by Belin. Possibly the orcish scents emanating from her old sister-in-arms Horbag has hardened the warrioress to even the most pungent of odours. She nods to Dwin, gesturing for him and Tindra to let the goblin go.

    "Ja, I know him, he give worrd not to harm you unless me or Grahk sai so. He also sai that this fajt be last stand, novhere to go from here, and besides, Grahk and Axes vould not run. This is tru, but vhere are they? Spitter is right, Grahk vould not juss leave, so we need keep looking."

    Having conveniantly left out the more colourful parts of Spitter's comments, Ragnhild returns her attention to the goblin warrior, still crouched to remain more at eye-level.

    <gob>Stone stuff be minotaur magicks, turn flesh to cold rock. You be as statue, until Dwin make normal with magick egg. You still wet from water where sit for years, look! Green stuff even grow on armor.

    I know Grahk no run, but he no here, Spitter. Maybe win and give chase, run into ambush? But father no fool, too smart for such.. unless.. stone magicks get them too and they carried off?

    She frowns in thought, taking a first gulp from the fresh bottle of ale, before passing it to Spitter with a solemn look.

    <gob>We find him, and bring death to those who do this.

    Clasping the goblin's shoulder firmly, Ragnhild rises, stretching out her long legs at last.</gob></gob>



  • Tindra wrinkles her nose at Belin's passing of the wind, and wonders to herself if she shouldn't have shapeshifted out of her feline form, if only to preserve her sense of smell.

    Like Dwin, she still holds her grip, awaiting Ragnhild's command.



  • Dwin turns his head quickly as the belin-stench rises

    Rag-lass, whats this spitter sayin'? You know him?

    Dwin still stands over him with his plate-boot firmly pinning the goblin's axe-hand to the ground



  • Belin decides she doesn't like the noises coming from the goblin and lets one rip just as she starts to hop off its back. She smiles nonchalantly

    Oy excuse meh. weh been on da trail tuh long.



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  • Mark cautiously moves into Spitter's eyesight. Spitter looks to Mark and rolls his eyes muttering something then looks back to Rag seemingly annoyed.

    <g>what say can no be true, dunno what this stone stuff is. That no goblin, that jus metal hitter. :: spits:: Grahk and Axes would no run, nowhere to go from here. Grahk say this last stand, we break them here.

    Spitter cranes his neck to see who is sitting on him and shakes his head then looks at Rag again.

    <g>Cheif's Daughter have ugly friends. Cheif's Daughter get dwarf off Spitter and Spitter no kill dwarf today, maybe tomorrow. Probably take week get dwarf smell off. Maybe stand in rain for couple days. Spitter need find Grahk, him no jus leave. Spitter give oath no harm friends till Chief or daughter say to.</g></g>



  • she shifts her weight making ready to stand if Ranghild nods to her. She grunts and looks at the gob debating farting on him before she does.



  • Still crouching, Ragnhild meets the goblin's stare squarely, replying in her somewhat limited vocabulary, horribly broken goblin:

    <gob>Save Spitter from stone, for one! I come find Grahk, find way smack enemy back. Grahk make map for find place, but now that here, there only sign from battle long past. All gone or dead but you, turned stone in water, and one other.

    She turns slightly, waving Mark forwards and into Spitter's view.

    <gob>We three all who remain, unless Grahk and Axes escape or be prisoner. What happen Spitter, you remember? Oh.. and I ask Belin stop sit on, if you calm. All friend here.

    With that, she fishes up an ale from her dwindling supply, calmly setting it on the ground next to the pinned goblin. In common, she adds for the others benefit:

    "I tell him vhy we are here, ask vhat happen and say that if he juss remain calm, we let him go. I think after all he have been through, he probabli need good, stout ale, huh? I know I vould be beyond cranki in his shoes, stuck in plain vater for years."</gob></gob>



  • _As the stone egg is absorbed into the statue the color returns to the goblin and he immediately begins to snarl and thrash around. After a few moments he notices Rag and seems to stop thrashing though he is obviously still tense. He stares at her for a few seconds then spits on the ground.

    <g>what you doin here?</g>_