Norwick's envoys and the goblins of the West Rawlins
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Ragnhild unfolds her long legs to rise and follows Mark, looking back at the others with a slight wince and murmuring:
"Uh-oh.. think Spitter is our fish, Dwin?"
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Mark stands up with a sense of urgency.
Can take you to Spitter right now, Spitter glad have company. Him all alone sitting in water.
Mark starts walking towards the exit of the cavern. then pauses looking at the dwarves wrinkling his nose.
Them going to stink place up.
He then sighs and walks towards the exit of the cavern.
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((El Bumpo))
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Dwin nudges one of the clay covered corpses with his boot and sighs.
I still don't unnerstand why these uns are covered in this clay shiite.
This 'Spitter' sounds like he's some kinda backstabber to me…
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Ragnhild sits crosslegged next to Mark, squeezing his shoulder gently as he speaks. Her face is grave, though pride still shines in her eyes at Grahk's actions. As the goblin's story comes to an end, she smiles and hugs him to her side, lightly.
"Is happi day to see you also, Marrk. I vish had been abel be here sooner, but onli found this place after talk to Sqee at gathering of gobbalin tribes. He read worrds Grahk leave for me, leading to map which bring us here.
I bury tribe's dead, all those years ago, but then had littel know of vho vhas behind such deed. Then the strange gobbalin start turn up, tribe that no tribe, or Kal'Vargen as Sqee call them, and I suspect truth as they attack not onli Norvikk, but all other gobbalin tribes to take all of Rawlins as theirs.
A group of us set out to meet vith remaining gobbalin leaders, to tri make allience for fight the Kal'Vargen together. There I lern vhat likely happen to my tribe, and swore vengeance. We tri make the tribes see that together is onli vay kan win this, but they be afraid, not villing take risk. Need a leader, Sqee say.. but Grahk not there, onli I. And so I khum here, to find father himself, or a vay to prove myself vorthy of take his place. I had not expected annione still alive, so a happi day indeed to see you."
Ragnhild pauses to take a gulp of ale, offering Mark the bottle with a warm smile afterwards.
"Now, this Spitter also live and is here, Marrk? I no think I remember that one vell, maybe he one of the quiet ones."
She scratches her head in thought, as usual tangling her curls up in the process.
"Also, vhen you sai Grahk and rest of Axes gone, that mean you are not sure they be dead? Vhat did Spitter say happen in big fajt?"
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Mark collapses onto the ground into a sitting position looking quietly down at the ground for a few minutes.
'Tribe that no tribe came during Bear Feast. No warning, no know how them get so close. Lots partying then screams, see youngins running away and when look up from drums and then from woods come them. But them no right, eyes wrong and Big cows on two feet follow them. Grahk called for Axes (Grahk's elite guard) and jumped from log grabbing spit and throwing at cow impaling it. Battle go bad, many more cows come out of woods with lot of tribe that no tribe. Gaken (head shaman) get other shamans and start throwing lots of magicks at woods.
Many die and Grahk order Axes hold rear while others run for home place. Grahk and Axes try slow them down, try make them lose trail. No work, them chase all way to home. Fight running battle for weeks, some get lost, some fell dead but Grahk keeping urging them get to safety. Here Grahk try slow them down, even slew cow that say is champion. Them have too much magicks.
:: sighs::
Final fight come and try help Grahk, Grahk said go help mothers and youngins. So me go. mothers say go play with children so play hide and seek. Guess fell asleep in hiding space. When awake, all dead except Spitter (member of the Axes). Grahk gone, all Axes gone, everyone else dead.
Afraid Tribe that no Tribe come back so make believe am Grahk ghost, make lots nosies scare them away. Then, make Grahk tribe like Spitter.
Spitter all left so tribe of Spitter now.But now you come back. So happy day.'
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Ragnhild simply grins widely at Belin, a touch of pride in her voice as she remarks:
"Bloody Tooth tribe be not like most tribes in morr vays than one."
Once introductions are completed, she turns a more serious face to the goblin:
"Now, you have much telling to do of vhat happen here, Marrk. Some things I kan guess at, but others leave us all puzzled. Vhy the vhite clay, the clank and clonk of armor, for scare ennemi off? Vhat about gobbalins here, they all dead? And.. vhat of Grahk himself, he live or die? Vhere is he?"
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Tindra watches the exchange of words between Ragnhild and Mark a bit supsiciously, but relaxes when it becomes apparent that the woman does indeed recognize the goblin. With a quick glance at Belin, Tindra ponders the thought of shifting back to her half-elven form. An ale does seem like a good idea right now.
The feline shakes her head and sits with a quiet huff. Best to avoid drinking too much right now; she doesn't function with a constant flow of alcohol in her blood like most dwarves seem to. Tindra focuses much of her attention back on Ragnhild and the goblin, but keeps glancing around to make sure nobody or no thing is trying to sneak up.
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Oy fark un battle singun gobber? That nay natural Ragger.
Belin slips her axe into a loop on her hip. Opening a different pouch she pulls out one of her dwindling number of ales, pulling the cork from the bottle with her teeth she tosses it back keeping her shield out.
Da father have mercy on meh wit all da strangeness.
her dark eyes regard the goblin suspiciously
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Ragnhild stares back at the goblin, eyes turning wide at the sudden burst of affection. She stiffens for an instant, before recognition sets in and a wide, joyful grin spreads all across her face and the hug is returned, surprisingly gently, as if she remembers to be careful with this particular, not so robust goblin. Her eyes are bright with emotion as she smiles down at the goblin, ruffling it's matted hair affectionately.
"Marrk! You live!! I thought vould never see or hear sweet voice of yours again. I look for so long vith no trace, but am here now to help, no vorri. These peepel be frends mine, vill help also."
Ragnhild rests a warm, reassuring hand on the goblin's scrawny shoulder, offering the leftover ale from her bottle while she introduces each of the party members to Mark, who apparantly is the Bloody Tooth tribe's very own.. bard.
//hopes her memory isn't faulty again!
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It becomes quite apparent when Rag takes a close look at the goblin that it isn't Grahk. The goblin seems much smaller and shorter and wears ill fitting armor as if made for another. As she cleans the clay the goblin stirs and awakens quickly opening it's eyes open to stare right at Rag. Before anyone can react the goblin throws it's arms about Rag and starts kissing her on the cheeks with great enthusiasm leaving behind white clay. After a few it lets go and bears a wide smile
It you! You come save Mark!
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Dwin raises his axe a bit higher in the air, should it need to come down on something in the next few seconds.
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Calming down somewhat and smoothing back a few tangled curls from her face, Ragnhild approaches the goblin figure, kneeling beside Tindra to take a good look at it. She touches a fingertip to its cheek, lightly, as if testing it for solidity or signs of life. Provided the goblin doesn't move, she then wets a rag with some ale, wiping carefully at its face, whispering with barely contained hope in her voice:
"Father?"
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Belin grunts
da fark is wrong here. she looks around the cavern dis nay beh right ragger.
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:: The clay is thick and covers the goblin bodies completely and it takes time for Belin to determine if the goblin that was previously unmoving is dead. Poking a hole in the clay releases the smell of death.
Tindra inspecting the 'ghost' catches the faint smell of goblin and the stench of urine. As Tindra inspects the goblin, it lets out a loud snore.::
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The sudden collapse of the goblin startles Tindra a bit. She perks her head up and cocks it to the side, staring at the goblin curiously. Carefully, she slinks over to the goblin and sniffs at it.
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dark eyes look to ragn
aye
she taps at the clay on the nearest goblin testing its solidity. she checks for signs of life if it is just a thin layer smeared over top of goblin hide.
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Ragnhild flinches and takes an involuntary step back as the goblin figure keels over, exclaiming out loud:
"Witcheri!!"
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The white goblin form glances at the moving party and…falls over with a loud clank onto the ground.
:: bela notes the goblin corpses all seems covered in some sort of white clay from head to toe::
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Belin takes a step back from Ragnhild and looks over the goblin corpses.
