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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 1372268" data-attributes="member: 2292">Magical enhancements are shared among the waiting Copperheads as Yip tries to think of suitable insults in goblinish that will draw the chanters attention.  Geoffrey bulls strengths Brind and Yip, while Halgo readies several shields and gives the kobold a mage armour to cover his own.  Amarin’s constructs start popping into existence, taking positions around the mouth of the cavern with their ectoplasmic wings fluttering furiously.At Geoffrey’s nod, Yip takes a deep breath and lets loose with the most heinous curse he can think of.“Urac Thela Gharg, pherag naraq lar od dearishon,” he yells in goblinish.  It doesn’t have the impact it would have had in imperial common, and certainly there’s nothing of the grating contempt that can be mustered when it’s spat in draconic, but it sounds vile none the less.  Yip readies himself, hands held in a defensive posture, sure that the horde of enemies will be responding to the curse in a matter of seconds.They don’t.But at least the chanting stops.“That got their attention,” Halgo comments blandly.  “What did you tell them?”“Their spirit weak, a betrayal to their order and their brothers,” Yip says with pride.  “Yes, well that should do it,” Geoffrey offers.  “No way a savage group of goblins could possibly resist an insult like that.”Unfortunately, Yip has learned something of irony since he left his monastery, even if he’s still hazy on the protocols of insulting goblins.  He glares at Geoffrey, and everyone waits for some other indication that the goblins are moving.“We eat your bones,” a shrill voice yells back, its common broken and barely legible.  “Kill you and feast on blood.”“Tough talk for someone at the other end of the tunnel,” Brind yells back.  “I think your scared, little goblin.  Was your father an elf, or are you just acting like one.”“What elf?” the voice calls back, obviously confused.“Tree-f**kers,” Brind calls.  “They soft and squishy, weak and puny.”“Skrok not puny,” the voice screams back.“New plan?” Geoffrey offers.“If your not an elf, maybe you just a weak dwarf,” Brind yells.  “Cowering in stones, afraid of a fight.”The goblinish voices on the other end of the tunnel roar in anger, and the sound of pattering feet echoes through the tunnel.“That does it,” Geoffrey says happily.  “I spent a few years hunting goblins back home,” Brind says with a grind.  “You pick up a few of the weak points.  Never heard of one that didn’t hate elves though – I always thought they were born that way.”</blockquote>

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