Legacy of the Silver Dragon - Off to See the Goblins
Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
Ah. What does one say in those circumstances? For himself the young mage looks down, to the goblin Glamrock, mentally to the path ahead (presently with Muzdin on it), then back to the man, his emerald gaze sober.
"I- hope you will have that opportunity." And for once he fully means it.
Then he too bows and takes his leave with the rest of the group.
Afterwards, walking along the wooded, snaking dirt road to the logging camp: "How strange, that none of them wished to hear the full story!" And what internal, safely-hidden relief that they did not! "How could one not wish to know of strange happenings in one's own town?"
"I- hope you will have that opportunity." And for once he fully means it.
Then he too bows and takes his leave with the rest of the group.
Afterwards, walking along the wooded, snaking dirt road to the logging camp: "How strange, that none of them wished to hear the full story!" And what internal, safely-hidden relief that they did not! "How could one not wish to know of strange happenings in one's own town?"
Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
"Was it...?" The thought had obviously not at all occurred to the robed elf. "That is," his expressive features turn downwards: "troubling... In truth."
And somewhat worrisome. He tilts his head to the side as they plod ever onwards: is there something wrong with him that truth from his lips is... somehow less than from the lips of another? he can't help wondering. What experiences has the man Greger had that could make such distrust seem warranted, necessary even? Granted that Eliaesel once offered her 'non-human' somewhat preferred treatment, equal voice in an otherwise unequal world... But somehow he cannot see Greger as a man moving to the cold beats of town politics. The logger spoke... from some deep-buried anger, it seems to him, some fear perhaps even he does not know the name of... Why is he this way?
And, perhaps more importantly: "Has there been an abundance of this lately, my friends?" And it's just like him to have to ask. A delicate frown as another though occurs, "Are we- likely to find some of the same in the logging camp ahead?"
And somewhat worrisome. He tilts his head to the side as they plod ever onwards: is there something wrong with him that truth from his lips is... somehow less than from the lips of another? he can't help wondering. What experiences has the man Greger had that could make such distrust seem warranted, necessary even? Granted that Eliaesel once offered her 'non-human' somewhat preferred treatment, equal voice in an otherwise unequal world... But somehow he cannot see Greger as a man moving to the cold beats of town politics. The logger spoke... from some deep-buried anger, it seems to him, some fear perhaps even he does not know the name of... Why is he this way?
And, perhaps more importantly: "Has there been an abundance of this lately, my friends?" And it's just like him to have to ask. A delicate frown as another though occurs, "Are we- likely to find some of the same in the logging camp ahead?"
Voda Vosa
First Post
"Good question. For the msot part I take discrimination lightly, I usually perform it, ye know, like the saying "Don't give a human the tools of a dwarf" when you are using hammers, picks or shovels. But this seems to be escalating, these dim witted primates can't tell a goblin from a dwarf, and in times like these, any kind of calamity tends to fuel these irrational behaviour." Muzdim replies, still walking without turning his head to look at the tall elf. "Let's get over with this business, perhaps if we emerge victorious, the ignorant loggers will leave us be. Otherwise we'll have to stick some sense into those thick skulls of them. With an axe." The smirk Muzdim fashioned for a moment was concealed under the heavy beard of the dwarf.
Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
A frankly staggering avalanche of words (and opinions!) from one usually so taciturn! Antares cannot help but feel the need to encourage such things, even from his sometimes rival, and yet...
"And yet, might there not be a way to- If we could make them see- perceive-" He doesn't quite know how to phrase it, even in his own head!
So he tries again: "If ignorance truly is the heart here, master Stonehand, then might we of good intentions not forge... an axe of words and concepts instead?"
"And yet, might there not be a way to- If we could make them see- perceive-" He doesn't quite know how to phrase it, even in his own head!
So he tries again: "If ignorance truly is the heart here, master Stonehand, then might we of good intentions not forge... an axe of words and concepts instead?"
Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
"Or ours," softly completes the young elf for himself...
He continues to walk for a few steps, lost in thought. Parallels with what happened yester are drawing themselves, emerging, becoming clearer: in both cases - Mysthyr looks at Former-Anna, Greger at them today - does it not seem that prejudice, assumptions, the importance of form over substance, over reason, is in truth the enemy to be fought, the obstacle to be conquered -- at least as much as the other challenges facing the Company? It is certainly semewhere near the heart of Her passing...
If only he had clearer knowledge of the lock, that a key might be fashioned!
"What of you, oh discrete lady of castles and crenulations? Friend Stellan?" he asks. "What wise thoughts can you share on this? Has there been escalation indeed? What might lie at its heart, do you think?"
He continues to walk for a few steps, lost in thought. Parallels with what happened yester are drawing themselves, emerging, becoming clearer: in both cases - Mysthyr looks at Former-Anna, Greger at them today - does it not seem that prejudice, assumptions, the importance of form over substance, over reason, is in truth the enemy to be fought, the obstacle to be conquered -- at least as much as the other challenges facing the Company? It is certainly semewhere near the heart of Her passing...
If only he had clearer knowledge of the lock, that a key might be fashioned!
"What of you, oh discrete lady of castles and crenulations? Friend Stellan?" he asks. "What wise thoughts can you share on this? Has there been escalation indeed? What might lie at its heart, do you think?"
gambler1650
Explorer
Beatrix trudges along listening to the conversation between elf and dwarf, and shakes her head, "What ails your town, I can not say. Have not been there long enough, and to be honest only interacted with other humans. This is first I've seen of this kind of behavior. Perhaps not enough food?" She looks over at Stellan.
Stellan smiles slightly, "No. I have a simpler explanation. People are stupid. Or at least some people are, and say stupid things. And perhaps someone less stupid thinks about them enough to convince themselves there's some truth there." He shrugs, "I am however a bit worried about the logging camp. It may not be the safe haven we assume it is on the way."
The journey has been pretty uneventful following the encounter with the loggers, although the goblin seems to need a lot of water - possibly due to being outside in the sun. And as an outcome, it asks for numerous 'nature breaks'.
Stellan smiles slightly, "No. I have a simpler explanation. People are stupid. Or at least some people are, and say stupid things. And perhaps someone less stupid thinks about them enough to convince themselves there's some truth there." He shrugs, "I am however a bit worried about the logging camp. It may not be the safe haven we assume it is on the way."
The journey has been pretty uneventful following the encounter with the loggers, although the goblin seems to need a lot of water - possibly due to being outside in the sun. And as an outcome, it asks for numerous 'nature breaks'.
Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
OOC: Oops, sorry about that! Been an hectic week so *something* was bound to fall through the cracks.
"Although the... man of lesser means did seem to have twin companions of sense, did he not?" hesitantly mentions Antares after a pause to think (How does one make someone less stupid? That seems, to him, a steep-indeed mountain to climb -- if one can even find passage?). "Odds on the whole somewhat in our favor then?"
Yet despite his other worries, his mind can't help returning to that other topic..."These... distorsions between us might be as potent an enemy as the dancing star itself... And surely Ascadar would tremble if one were ever to ally with the other? Indeed, have they not allied already? For is this not this very tool the Dark Man sought to use against village and goblins this day? Perceptions already formed, so that one sees - or can be made to see - more (or less, in these cases) than what is truly there? He seems indeed to be fond of such things: seeder of discord and unrest most..." His eyes go round and he stops in surprised realization: "The bell!"
Can it indeed be mere coincidence that such a twisted implement of random chaos should appear now, of all times? He fears it is not... He turns to his companions: "Though knowledge of goals specific remains ever elusive, my friends, these goals are apparently furthered by conflicts amongst his victims, unrest both internal and outwardly... We should do all we can not to give it to him."
A surprisingly straight-jawed statement from one usually so nuanced in speech.
"Although the... man of lesser means did seem to have twin companions of sense, did he not?" hesitantly mentions Antares after a pause to think (How does one make someone less stupid? That seems, to him, a steep-indeed mountain to climb -- if one can even find passage?). "Odds on the whole somewhat in our favor then?"
Yet despite his other worries, his mind can't help returning to that other topic..."These... distorsions between us might be as potent an enemy as the dancing star itself... And surely Ascadar would tremble if one were ever to ally with the other? Indeed, have they not allied already? For is this not this very tool the Dark Man sought to use against village and goblins this day? Perceptions already formed, so that one sees - or can be made to see - more (or less, in these cases) than what is truly there? He seems indeed to be fond of such things: seeder of discord and unrest most..." His eyes go round and he stops in surprised realization: "The bell!"
Can it indeed be mere coincidence that such a twisted implement of random chaos should appear now, of all times? He fears it is not... He turns to his companions: "Though knowledge of goals specific remains ever elusive, my friends, these goals are apparently furthered by conflicts amongst his victims, unrest both internal and outwardly... We should do all we can not to give it to him."
A surprisingly straight-jawed statement from one usually so nuanced in speech.
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