Norwick's envoys and the goblins of the West Rawlins
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The assembled goblins eye the party warily. One particular ferocious looking goblin in studded leather armor obviously from a larger creature grabs a nearby smaller goblin whispers something in his ear and the smaller goblin runs deeper in to the woods. The ferocious goblin then takes a few step towards the party eying the woods on either side before addressing the party.
<gob>"We no kill you now, maybe later. We wait now. One with many words comes. Maybe kill you then."
With that the goblin beckons several smaller goblins over and whispers snips at them causing them to scurry off only later to come back with some dead animal and a gourd. The goblin waits and watches the part while it eats the raw meet and drinking from the gourd. A dozen other goblins mill about making sure the ferocious goblin is between them and the party. Other then the orders given, the goblins seem uncharacteristically subdued and quiet.
Some hours later a group of five goblins arrive, four in mail and shields seemingly guarding the fifth goblin dressed in an expensive elven robe cut to goblin size bearing many rings and earrings. The robed goblin motions the armored goblins to either side of him and looks at the leathered goblin. The leathered goblin drops into a praying position with his forehead on the ground not looking up at the robed goblin.
Leathered goblin: <gob>Them want kill others. Want talk to chiefs. Want us kill them now?
Hearing the leathered goblin's words the mailed goblins tighten their grips on their weapons and wait. The robed goblin seems to mull the words for a moment then looks at the party as he reaches a hand into the left sleeve of the robe.
Robed Goblin: :: smiles:: <com>I am Sqee. :: narrows his eyes:: You wish to parlay with your enemies and I am intrigued. :: looks to Rag and smiles. You wish to meet the chiefs? Very well, normally such a request would not be heeded but a chieftains daughter request regardless of their background should be heard. I will take you to a meeting place and summon those that wish to meet. I warn you. Your kind is not well liked here with good reason. Keep your weapons close, if you draw them it may be considered an act of aggression, you cast a spell, no matter how benign, it will be on your heads. Understood?</com></gob></gob>
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Belin doesn't so much loom as hulks in a compact dwarven fashion. She seems to be in a fine mood in her lavender, blue and grey armor. Her shield and battle axe, highly polished, are loosened, but not in hand. She is keeping her deep brown almost black eyes sharply focused on their surroundings like a stall vendor in an open air market looks after their goods from shifty hands. However, she appears to be picking her teeth with a sharpened bone of hopefully an animal, but it might have been a goblin finger once, likely just a rat leg… maybe
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Elyl stands just to the right of Ragnhild and is staggered a couple of steps back. Shield on arm, but not in the ready postion. The other hand resting on his belt in front of his sheathed sword hilt. His eyes sweeping the area.
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_Mistaking the word 'looming' for 'brooding' which Celebring does so well, he nonetheless stands to the left of Ragnhild, hands placed neatly before him and clasped together. He is expressionless, ageless, and if eyes are indeed a window to the soul, this one is cold and dead inside.
A beautiful and ornate looking Elven Longsword is sheathed at his side that he makes no move to draw at this time. Instead he just watches the Goblins, nearly unblinking, with those cold, dead eyes._
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Ragnhild takes up position about ten paces behind Wren, slightly to the dwarven interpreters left. The barbarian womans muscular frame and proud posture make her a natural in the art of looming, and though her spear is placed peacefully into the ground, there is nonetheless a calm, quiet menace about her. The goblin charm and feathers flutter in the light breeze as the group waits for a response from the greenskins.
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Wren nods agreeably to Harmony.
"Rightcha are ma'am. Just drift along to my rear, looming…. but not like you're TRYING to be menacing.... loom casual."
Wren advances slowly towards the goblins, one hand on weapon, but not drawing, looking completely unconcerned.
<goblin>"I see you but do not intend to kill you today, greetings! We wish to discuss how to kill other people and take their things, you and us. We are powerful allies and together we can kill many enemies and capture many shinies. In particular, the ones who would drive you from your homes. We would speak with your chiefs about this."
Over her shoulder:
"I'm addressing them in Low Goblin until I get a grasp for their dialect and level of sophistication… some of the Rawlinswood tribes can almost write poetry, and some can barely say, 'Grr, me kill'."</goblin>
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_The Elven Wizard Celebring sets up a small ritual circle away from the rest of the envoy. Kneeling within the center of thin wooden slats, all marked with strange symbols that seem to flow from one piece to the other. Throughout the night he remains in that circle, either in deep focus or reverie before the task ahead. He finally rises in the early hours of dawn to compose himself, gathering up the runed slats and putting them away into his satchel and eventually meeting up with the others.
He listens to Harmony's instructions and nods to her his understanding._
_"As you wish."
He says to acknowledge her, before turning to Belin as she speaks, then to Ragnhild, taking an interest in her story. From Wren he notes her insight to the mind of the Goblin. But has so far maintained silence._
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Harmony nods gently to Wren's words, though a frown she wears upon her face.
"The difference of mindset will take time for I to accustom.
Considering Wren you be, one with more familiarity to the goblin's mindset and culture, it would be best you choose and speak the words on behalf of us what you think it may be best.
Though if we are to show strength in order to earn their respect, so be it. If killings are to be made…
Harmonys closes her eyes, letting out adeep sigh as she struggles to say the remaining words.
…there is no need to let them suffer in their passings.
As all had already listened to Ragnhild's tale, I believe you may understand the intention of mine of why I choose the destination."
Ahead of them, a group of small sized goblins making 'chika-chika' sounds are seen from a distance of the group.
"There we see a small group of goblins ahead Wren. Let us make the first attempt upon them with you taking the lead while the rest of us, following at your will."
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Wren strokes the hilt of her saber as they set off.
"I'll do my best to get your words and meaning across right, but it'll help if everyone has the right mindset…. how to explain...
"Goblins are a bit like orcs in that they respect strength. Well, respect isn't the word... and not strength as in 'Ooo, big muscles'. What is basic to your goblin's notion of diplomacy is, 'Can me and my mates kill these people?' If the answer is an empthatic yes, they're unlikely to talk with us. And if it's a definite no, they're likely to try and run, or go all cornered-rat on us. The best stance for goblin negotiation is 'Maybe we can, maybe we can't.'
"I don't think it'll make that big a deal if you kill a few, as long as they aren't chiefs and as long as it isn't during the actual negotiations.
"It goes without saying, of course, not to trust em as far as Belin can throw a bottlecap."
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Elyl rubs his eyes, looking out at the pre-dawn landscape and puffing his pipe
*with a grin says *Hells… Harmony, I haven’t been awake and out here at this time of the morning since my training with the Colonel. You aren’t going to give me a 200lb. log and tell me to run up and down the hills, while whacking my legs with your staff are you…
- chuckles and then takes a serious tone* I’ve packed up plenty of healing supplies for our trip and plenty of gobo gook for our hopefully new “friends”. I have prayed for multiple hold spells and I have 10 tanglefoot bags to help any encounters that may be misinterpreted. I suggest that every one take at least one. I will do my best to use nonlethal tools and magic against them and assist in necessary healing. I was thinking as well… would it help to bring a couple of quality weapons or armor to offer as a sign of good faith, assuming we manage to actually converse with them in a non-hostile manner. * shrugs and puffs his pipe * Just a thought.
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Ragnhild listens carefully to Harmony's instructions, giving each member of the expedition a warm smile. She gives the map of the Rawlins little heed, instead taking the time to secure an intricate goblin charm around a fine mithril spear. The warrioress' golden curls are tied back with a leather cord, the ends of which are decorated by a white feather. A deep red colour coats the feather's tip and edges, giving it the appeance of a bloodied fang. As the sun rises and the group heads off, Ragnhild begins explaining her involvement with the goblin tribe mentioned.
"Some of you know and some do not, that I be adopted into tribe known as Bloody Tooth tribe, lead by gobbalin chieftain called Grahk. I befrend Grahk vhile live in Norvikk, manni years ago now. We fajt honourabel duel vhen firrst meet, and later we tri strenght against each other in wrestel and race, before share hunt, ale and laughter. In time of sorrow, he adopt me as daughter and later perform ritual of marriage for me and Zoma in traditional gobbalin style. Charm that hang around speer be gifft from Grahk, as are the gold bracers I vear, vhile feathers be of my own making, to symbolize Bloody Tooth Tribe.
Grahk be strong, honourabel gobbalin. He and tribe have shown me both kindness and hospitaliti, but that not same as say all gobbalin tribes vould show same, anni morr than human tribes vould welcome strangers into homelands. A strong ally he vould make, father mine, but for one thing: Grahk and all of Bloody Tooth Tribe have all been slain or driven from their lands by unknown foe, some years ago. I myself have buried gobbalin young and old, and sung for them the rites of passage to realms beyond. The attack vhas most brutal.. but Grahk be not among the fallen. Vine and Zoma lern that small party had survived, found signs of later struggel deeper in forrest, but there clues end. No sound or sign be found after that. Vho attackers were is still not known."
A cold rage burns in Ragnhild's eyes as she describes the fate of her tribe, knuckles whitening as her hand clenches the spear harder.
"We no kan count on fact that Grahk still live, or that we be able find him. I kan not let heart have high hopes, but if Harmoni think it worth a try, I vill lead way to old camp."
//preferably we can schedule any events ig for weekends, as the time zone difference makes it near impossible to meet up otherwise.
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Belin squints at Harmony as she finishes drinking her breakfast ale and eating her turkey leg. A dwarven belch as she finishes indicating that it was a good meal.
Oy lass, meh realize yuh nay knows meh well so meh gonna tell ya now nice like. Meh un priest o' da dwarven father aye. Meh good at flankin things, but nay goods at pullin meh swings when flankin. Meh norm beh tuh hamstring un foe or if'n meh can reach it, ta take out der kidney.
she makes a back stabby motion
Meh say this 'cause meh sometime lethal when meh nay mean tuh beh und meh nay strong enough tuh bring back summon meh felled.
smooths out her meager chin hairs and nods to Ragnhild and the others
