[Gobquest] Part 2


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"Um.. yes.. prosperity," says Nitzbuk. He moves in his seat, suddenly aware of his excesses when much of the inhabitants of Gobtown can barely afford a piece of bread every day.

He folds his hands and changes the subject. "Well.. the reason I have called you today. I have a friend who dwells in the Dim forest
-- a woodsman named Jazzad. He sents me a note every year in early autumn, as we have some adventures together. He was a human who saw beyond the colour of our skin and accepted me for my bravery and skill in combat, and those are rare. i have not heard from him for a month, and this is unlike him. I fear for his safety.

"Jazzad dwells in a remot valley deep inside the Dim forest. It is home to many wild naimals and fierce monsters, and i would dare send anyone into the woods who does not have the strength to fend off such beasts.. and since I'm preoccupied with the affairs of Gobtown, I am sending you to find Jazzad. You will be rewarded properly for doing so," Nitzbuk concludes.
 



[gob]"Very well, but I will need to inform the church before I can leave,"[/gob] D'Bruuhl says quietly. [gob]"You do remember my church, do you not?"[/gob]
 

Goubido eyes Nitzbuk and D'Bruuhl, and tries to guide the conversation towards the matter at hand. "What sort of beasts inhabit these woods? Do we have a map? How does the note usually arrive?"
 

Nitzbuk is taken aback by D'Bruuhl. "Yes, Heironees, of course I remember your church... you are a vital cog to Gobtown. Some still worship the Goblin Gods, but if we are to become fully regarded citizens of the realms, we must abandon our bloodthirsty, unscrupulous, conniving deities!" He says as if they have done him a personal affront.

"What sort of beasts? Oh.. the typical i would think. Boar, deer, sheep... it's woods, not too far from here. You'll reach a village called Hulvin at the edge of it. They might know better or have a map. It's two days travel to reach there, and I am providing you with mules. You should be grateful for my generosity.

"The message was usually delivered by passing travellers. Sometimes he would drop by and we would chat, but this year I sense something is different. I contacted another associate in the village of Hulvin and he said there's been no sign of him either."

Nitzbuk gets off his seat. "I have a meeting with the High Council to attend to. Now... run along," he says.

An aide of Nitzbuk, Keris the humpback, shows you your mules. They're flea-ridden and dirty, and their smell could even turn a Goblin's nose.

"Go southwest," says Keris. "There iz caravan going there. You should go with 'em. Roads are getting dangerous now," he says. "All of you big Gob heroes!"
 

[Draconic]"Big gob heroes," Ashgyad rolled his eyes, "on mighty steeds."[/Draconic] He glanced with disgust at his new beast.
 
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[Gob]"Ah, emergency food supply."[/Gob]
Glorath packs everything he has, except the bow and quiver of arrows, on a mule.
 


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