[Gobtales] Nightwatch

[dreamthief]

Just two hours to go, you think to yourselves.

Nitzbuk, in his great green generosity, had volunteered your services(*) for the Nightwatch as once again the great city of Hartelgon is in dire lack of nightwatchmen, and he thought it would be a good move to show unity from the small Goblin community.

So now you find yourself, trudging the docks in the cold, thick mist two hours before dawn, your feet soaking up the dirty water and your torches casting long shadows against the walls of the warehouses. The only sound you hear is that of the water hitting the boats, the drunken sea shanty of a sailor far from home and the loud arguments from the still-open taverns. The dock is awash with the smell of fish and salt. A gibbous moon can barely be made out in the night sky. A few rats skitter past your feet.

One common thought comes to all of you:
Well, this beats sewage-clearing duty, but not by much.

(*) - Of course, he never thought to ask.

 

[Mirth]

D'Bruuhl gets his chance to shine...

"Well, this is fun, isn't it?" D'Bruuhl looks around at his comrades, who don't seem quite as thrilled as he is to be out here. "Nice night, eh?"

"Feels good to be needed. We goblins will show our mettle with this duty, don't you think?" D'Bruuhl contemplates his duties and those of his fellows as he watches the moonlit water.

 

[Dog Faced God]

Goubido Cold!!!

[in Goblin]'I're cold. I're want'n sit next fire by drinky drinks. Break up fight, lump 'em up, there. No?'
[/in Goblin]

I am absently winding the length of my whip in tighter and tighter loops around my fist. Every time we stop walking I furtively toss glances around the night while shifting my weight from one foot to the other, and back again like an odd gnomish pendulum that silmultaneously, and slowly, swivels and swings.

 

[Festy_Dog]

[in goblin]"I couldn't agree more friend,"[/in goblin]Rakanishu says quietly.

He keeps looking around cautiously as they walk, a loaded light crossbow in hand.

[in goblin]"D'Bruuhl, I'm sorry I can't appreciate this oppurtunity as much as you but I know we gotta start somewhere when it comes to this heroics stuff and I guess it would be a unanimous vote that this is better than sewage clearing."[/in goblin]

 

[garyh]

Ashgyad chimes in...

[In Goblin] "Bah. At least in a sewer you might come across something... intersting. Out here on the docks, what's going to happen? We might stumble across a sailor too deep in his cups. Yeah, THAT'S the road to fame, glory, and power..."

 

[Festy_Dog]

[in goblin]"You've got a point there, heh, there's been a couple of times I've seen dangerous things in the sewer. I mean how could a creature unload that much at once? Had to hold a dead rat over my mouth to keep the smell out, the smell was what probably killed the rat, thats dangerous for ya,"[/in goblin] says Rakanishu, all the while eyeing a shadow that he thought had moved.

 

[Dog Faced God]

[in Goblin] I're bet sailor stink'n not choke 'em up like sewers... or sewer's rats <casting a glance around for Zix>. No? [/in Goblin]

 

[garyh]

[in Goblin] "Point taken. I can assure you, Zix doesn't mind this duty. Of course, why would he? He gets to huddle in my vest. No cold wind off the water for him. He's warm and dry."

 

[dreamthief]

Shooting the breeze

A sleepy-eyed fisherman in dirty clothes carrying a basket of haddock passes by without a second glance at you, yawning loudly.

 

[Dalamar]

Glorath looks at the passing fisher man suspiciously. He then whispers to the others in goblin.
"That yawn might've been a sign. Watch your step, it could be a trap."

He moves along with the others, keeping an arrow ready at his bow.