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<blockquote data-quote="larryfinnjr" data-source="post: 5689826" data-attributes="member: 99210"><p>Somehow defying gravity by three feet or more, Falk faces down the hobgoblin nose-to-nose. And either it doesn't care or it doesn't realize the amazing sight before him. "I's a hobgoblin, stupid dwarf. And I's Stump's. 'at's all you are knowing. Stump wants knowing why you's here." At this point, he certainly doesn't seem to be impressed or backing down. Whether it's stupidity or saving face or simply doing what he's told, it's hard to say.</p><p> </p><p></p><p> </p><p>"I hears you wants fighting, dark elf. I break you soon. I leave you on shield and carry your bones and meat and head, leave on table for all to see." He does that semi-tilt-the-head-to-the-side-partway-while-jutting-the-jaw-forward-thing at Mal, plainly saying 'bring it, bitch.' </p><p> </p><p></p><p> </p><p>Hobgoblins dream too, just like most humanoids. They have childhoods, full of hopes and fears, good times and bad. They have pets, friends, and toys. This particular hobgoblin had a metal doll growing up, kind of like a robot. Well it shouldn't have looked like a robot, it should have looked like a little human girl, but the stuffing and covering were torn away long before he received it. Well, not so much received it, but found it in one of the homes his parents had him stay in as a child after his tribe had sacked it and killed everyone. Well, not everyone... the little girl had lived for a couple days... they shared the same room and the hobgoblin watched as the girl succumbed to fear, starvation, and her wounds. He played with her things, destroying most of them, but for some reason he grew attached to the doll. He would make it walk and talk, and he would go to sleep holding it. His older brother found out, though, and decided to make a mockery out of him. He had a tribe shaman cast a spell on the doll, which would make it animate and follow the brother's commands. He waiting until one night when the younger brother thought he was alone, watching from the small closet in the room. The younger played with the doll and was suddenly startled when it stood up by itself. Even more so, he was horrified when it spoke to him, eyes glowing like firey embers and small metal jaw opening and closing. He barely heard the words as fear took over as he backpedaled across the room. The older brother rushed out just then, laughing and pointing and cursing him. He then spoke a word of magic and the doll rushed the young hobgoblin, attacking him with the edges of its own arms and legs. Screaming, the young one ran from the room, from the house, and never once looked back.</p><p> </p><p>Now, years later, after surviving two decades of life through strength and brutality and fearlessness, the same young hobgoblin finds itself staring into the face of that very doll, all grown up just like him. It speaks, but he doesn't hear the words, the buzzing in his ears drowning out all sound, his vision tunneling until all he can see is the macabre mechanical creature before him. Slackjawed and tense, he stands stock still waiting for it to attack, just like it did so long ago. </p><p> </p><p></p><p> </p><p>As the impact of Surgeon's words take their effect, Ches' book floats over to the hobgoblin. Barely able to peel his eyes away, but somehow now able to take in the entire scene before him (the far too tall midget dwarf, the drow with the wicked grin, the demon woman, and their mechanical menagarie), he picks up "...messages...your master...tell him...." Drawing on some inner strength of flight or fight, he plucks the book from the air, quickly takes 2 steps bacwards, bumping clumsily into the table across from you, turns on his heel, and beelines directly for Stump, handing him the journal. Just as fast, he scurries for the front door, stopping to vomit in the barrel before stepping outside. </p><p> </p><p>Some in the bar watch in contained awe, some chuckle, some seem confused. Stump for his part, watches with a slight grin. Obviously speaking in King's for your collective benefit and without taking his eyes off you, he commands the other hobgoblin still standing at his table, <strong>"Wretch, go outside and kill that pathetic excuse of a guard. Find a replacement from the tribe. Then come back."</strong> Wretch hustles off out the barn door. <strong>"So, <em>youz guyz</em> are my new 'posse,' eh? I don' know youz from a hole in the ground. Who are you, and whaddyou doin' in my town?"</strong></p><p> </p><p>[gm] I know I posted these a little out of order from the order you all replied, but given that it all happened pretty much simultaneously, I thought this order made the most sense/fun. Hope you don't mind. [/gm]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="larryfinnjr, post: 5689826, member: 99210"] Somehow defying gravity by three feet or more, Falk faces down the hobgoblin nose-to-nose. And either it doesn't care or it doesn't realize the amazing sight before him. "I's a hobgoblin, stupid dwarf. And I's Stump's. 'at's all you are knowing. Stump wants knowing why you's here." At this point, he certainly doesn't seem to be impressed or backing down. Whether it's stupidity or saving face or simply doing what he's told, it's hard to say. "I hears you wants fighting, dark elf. I break you soon. I leave you on shield and carry your bones and meat and head, leave on table for all to see." He does that semi-tilt-the-head-to-the-side-partway-while-jutting-the-jaw-forward-thing at Mal, plainly saying 'bring it, bitch.' Hobgoblins dream too, just like most humanoids. They have childhoods, full of hopes and fears, good times and bad. They have pets, friends, and toys. This particular hobgoblin had a metal doll growing up, kind of like a robot. Well it shouldn't have looked like a robot, it should have looked like a little human girl, but the stuffing and covering were torn away long before he received it. Well, not so much received it, but found it in one of the homes his parents had him stay in as a child after his tribe had sacked it and killed everyone. Well, not everyone... the little girl had lived for a couple days... they shared the same room and the hobgoblin watched as the girl succumbed to fear, starvation, and her wounds. He played with her things, destroying most of them, but for some reason he grew attached to the doll. He would make it walk and talk, and he would go to sleep holding it. His older brother found out, though, and decided to make a mockery out of him. He had a tribe shaman cast a spell on the doll, which would make it animate and follow the brother's commands. He waiting until one night when the younger brother thought he was alone, watching from the small closet in the room. The younger played with the doll and was suddenly startled when it stood up by itself. Even more so, he was horrified when it spoke to him, eyes glowing like firey embers and small metal jaw opening and closing. He barely heard the words as fear took over as he backpedaled across the room. The older brother rushed out just then, laughing and pointing and cursing him. He then spoke a word of magic and the doll rushed the young hobgoblin, attacking him with the edges of its own arms and legs. Screaming, the young one ran from the room, from the house, and never once looked back. Now, years later, after surviving two decades of life through strength and brutality and fearlessness, the same young hobgoblin finds itself staring into the face of that very doll, all grown up just like him. It speaks, but he doesn't hear the words, the buzzing in his ears drowning out all sound, his vision tunneling until all he can see is the macabre mechanical creature before him. Slackjawed and tense, he stands stock still waiting for it to attack, just like it did so long ago. As the impact of Surgeon's words take their effect, Ches' book floats over to the hobgoblin. Barely able to peel his eyes away, but somehow now able to take in the entire scene before him (the far too tall midget dwarf, the drow with the wicked grin, the demon woman, and their mechanical menagarie), he picks up "...messages...your master...tell him...." Drawing on some inner strength of flight or fight, he plucks the book from the air, quickly takes 2 steps bacwards, bumping clumsily into the table across from you, turns on his heel, and beelines directly for Stump, handing him the journal. Just as fast, he scurries for the front door, stopping to vomit in the barrel before stepping outside. Some in the bar watch in contained awe, some chuckle, some seem confused. Stump for his part, watches with a slight grin. Obviously speaking in King's for your collective benefit and without taking his eyes off you, he commands the other hobgoblin still standing at his table, [B]"Wretch, go outside and kill that pathetic excuse of a guard. Find a replacement from the tribe. Then come back."[/B] Wretch hustles off out the barn door. [B]"So, [I]youz guyz[/I] are my new 'posse,' eh? I don' know youz from a hole in the ground. Who are you, and whaddyou doin' in my town?"[/B] [gm] I know I posted these a little out of order from the order you all replied, but given that it all happened pretty much simultaneously, I thought this order made the most sense/fun. Hope you don't mind. [/gm] [/QUOTE]
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