[Gobquest] Part 2

[Dalamar]

Glorath has a grim look on his face, like always. He snorts slightly as tobacco is offered but refrains himself from making any rude comments as D'Bruul seems in good terms with the humans.

 

[garyh]

The child has no qualms however, and seems bored and glad for new playmates around his size. He leans over the wagon to pull Ashgyad's ear.

Ashgyad tried to maintain what dignity he could with the child tugging on his ear. He knew snapping at the child would do the goblins no good, and hte little human wasn't doing any real harn anyway.

 

[dreamthief]

Samuel seems rather nervous with Goubido and his wandering eyes. "Flint and steel... um... no. Afraid not. We need it ourselves," he says. "J-Jazzad... I can't say I've heard of him."

Matilda whispers into Samuel's ear, and their wagon picks up the pace a bit. "Y-Yes we don't mind going to Hulvin with you. The route has been dangerous... bandits... you know. Robbing honest merchants like us."

The boy sticks his tongue at D'Bruuhl but resumes pulling Ashgyad's ears which start to hurt a little. Matilda yells at him and he relents, and he sits back on the back of the wagon.

He says to you all. "What are y'awl dressed up like warriors? My father says all goblees and orkees should have their heads chopped aff!" You can practically see their parent's eyes pop out of their heads.

 

[Dalamar]

The last drop made Glorath's goblet overflow.
"And my father said that the best human was one skinned with his head on a stick, rascal. But I disagree, you're not worth the trouble of doing it all.
[Gob]I hate humans, I just hate. And little humans even more.[/Gob]
Kidding."
It was quite obvious from Glorath's tone that he wasn't kidding, but self-control was coming back.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Rakanishu gets nervous and attempts a laugh at Glorath's 'joke'.

"Ah, goblin humour..... there's nothing quite..... like it," he says hurriedly, trying to conceal his look of worry, "Yes, little one..... we're dressed up like warriors because..... we are warriors. We want to earn..... respect..... and a good name."

Rakanishu shrugs off the child's quote and smiles at the parents in an understanding way.

 

[Mirth]

Samuel seems rather nervous with Goubido and his wandering eyes. "Flint and steel... um... no. Afraid not. We need it ourselves," he says. "J-Jazzad... I can't say I've heard of him."

Matilda whispers into Samuel's ear, and their wagon picks up the pace a bit. "Y-Yes we don't mind going to Hulvin with you. The route has been dangerous... bandits... you know. Robbing honest merchants like us."

The boy sticks his tongue at D'Bruuhl but resumes pulling Ashgyad's ears which start to hurt a little. Matilda yells at him and he relents, and he sits back on the back of the wagon.

He says to you all. "What are y'awl dressed up like warriors? My father says all goblees and orkees should have their heads chopped aff!" You can practically see their parent's eyes pop out of their heads.

"Ah well, it was worth asking about Jazzad," D'Bruuhl says and smiles again at the family, hoping to ease their concerns over Goubido. At the veiled implication that they are bandits, D'Bruuhl bristles a bit. There goes the hope that they will accept us easily. We will just have to try harder.

Then the priest hears Glorath's response and rolls his eyes. Have they learned nothing? I suppose it is hard to have to prove yourself again and again, though. Rakanishu's answer is more pleasing. In reply to Barien, D'Bruuhl says, "As I said before, we are Watchmen, employed to protect and serve the city and uphold her laws. We take down criminals, like those bandits your parents were referring to earlier. Look, here is my badge." Smiling, he shows it to the boy.

 

[Dog Faced God]

Goubido relaxed a bit as Barien sat down in the wagon, and grimaced and groaned at the mention of goblees with their heads chopped aff. "I will scout the road ahead for a place to make camp." He kicked his mule to trot ten yards ahead of the group and slowed down.

 

[dreamthief]

Samuel says "We'll.. We'll.. drop be'ind a little," he says. His wagon drops back from the rest of you, and soon after you hear sounds of spanking.

After three hours the smells and sounds of civilization start coming to you. Neatly trimmed farmlands, old signboards, scarecrows and ravens. You are arriving at Hulvin as evening descends. Before you know it you've arrived at the city square, and various humans passing by give you hard stares. Most seem to be farmers, and they whisper to each other.
They be riding mules... aren't they s'posed to ride giant wolves?... They be Samuel's mercenaries, that old fool...

A young girl runs past, and a bearded man wearing chainmail armor and a long sword at his side approaches you cautiously.
"I am Randolph Bertram. What... purpose do you have here?" He says. Ashgyad detects a sense of fear in the man's voice.

 

[garyh]

"We're here to look for someone missing, by the name of Jazzad," Ashgyad replied. "What seems to be the problem?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

"A... friend of his... hasn't heard from him... in a long time. He... is worried," Rakanishu says, warily looking at the sword.