[ic] nameless III: lost and found

[doghead]

The Goblin Shaman

"They were built by your kind. Humans, and those that live with them I mean."

ooc: There were once three hill forts stretched between the two forests. They were built before your grandfathers were boys to protect the nothern flanks. They played a fairly significant role in the last goblin war, but two of the three were distroyed. By stone hurling giants the stories go. The remaining standing fort lies off to the east, although it is essentially abandoned now. Once a year the Captain Commander sends a detachment to check its condition - repair the doors and roof, check the well, stuff like that. Just in case. Cromwell would likely have heard of them during his time in the guard. Most local people would probably recall having heard of them 'here or there' if reminded.

"If they hold any answers, they will lie inside I suspect."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Did you simply chose this place to meet, and then found these... things here?" Cromwell frowns. This must be investigated, and not only because Kettenek has been defied. Anyone who raises such things is a menace.

 

[doghead]

The Goblin Shaman

The Shaman shugs her worg forwards, intercepting Cromwell as he walks back to the gate. She nods in response to Cromwells question.

"I needed a place that your companions would be able to find, but something not to close to the little place of many people. This seemed suitable. And as you said, those things were there when we arrived.

You arrive back at the fallen creatures as she finishes. She considers them for a moment, her nose wrinkled in disgust. The hackles of her worg bristle and it snorts as if trying to get the smell out of its nose.

"Even beasts should not have to endure this."

The Shaman swings down from her worg. She reaches under and with a few deft movements, unbuckles the simple saddle and hauls it off the beast, staggering somewhat under the bulky weight. She whispers something into the worgs ear and with a slap on its neck sends it bounding out of the fort. It pauses outside while the other goblins do the same. Once unsaddled the other two beasts join the first bounding down the hill.

"It has been too long since they last ate. They won't go far, or be long. Hopefully none of your kind are too close by.

"It grows late. We should use what light remains to see what is to be seen. Assuming that there are no more surprises I suggest we camp here for the night and set off first thing in the morning."

"I will rejoin you shortly," and with that she turn and heads back towards the gate, where the other two goblins join her, each carrying their saddles. They dump them just outside the walls, then the two goblins collect their bows and head off down the hill while the shaman walks back to where ever Cromwell is.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Fredar nods. "Well, let's get to it--" He suddenly remembers there is now an officer present. "--if that's what you think we should do, Corporal."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Aye," says Cromwell. "We will. But first, the reason we came here- which one of you has the letter?"

 

[Maerdwyn]

"Nate's got it." Fredar walks, maybe a little cautiously, over to the man standing a few paces away. "You feeling better?" he asks, quietly, if Nate looks relatively normal. "The corporal needs the letter from Killingtom to the goblins, okay?"

 

[DrZombie]

"I'm OK." Nate whispers. "I am. I'm NOT going mad. I'm NOT, you hear." He takes the letter out of his backpack, moving like he's seventy years old, and hands it to Cromwell.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Cromwell takes the letter from Nate. He really, really, really wants to ask him what the hell's going on, why he went berserk why he stayed in when ordered to retreat. Doing in front of the goblins, however, showed bad discipline. He accepts the letter and passes it on the the priestess. "The officials of the local town wish to meet with you. It's all explained here."

 

[doghead]

The Goblin Shaman

The goblin's eyes go wide at Cromwell's words and she opens her mouth to say something before obviously thinking better of it and closing her mouth with a snap. She takes the letter and considers it carefully before rolling it up and thrusting it into her armour.

"We can discuss this later," she says coldly. "Now if you will excuse me, I wish to have a look around this place."

And with that she strides past Cromwell, three and a half feet of silent reproach.

As she passes Nate she stops. "You're right, you're not going mad. But you may if you do not learn to master the beast inside. We call it Hajadrin."

 

[DrZombie]

"I can master it still. But it fights with me when I get into danger, straining, urging me to give in to my anger." Then he wispers"And when it takes over it feels sooo good. Like it was meant to be."