Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
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Leonan steps forward toward the goblinoids, calling in goblin.
"Chief Yeemik, don't worry about your warriors, I didn't kill them. But they ARE making it hard for us."
Changing back to common:
"Welcome, king Klarg of Yeemiks tribe" - he intentionally names the chief to rub in the fact that he lost control of his tribe to the brute.
In goblin again "Chief, remember the story about Ugga the musician"
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Once upon a time, there was a goblin lass. She looked just as any other young lass, soft skin, high piping voice, sharp teeth and long fluffy ears. But she had something extraordinary. She had a talent for music. Fine, human, even elven music. Whatever instrument she took, she learned. Every prisoner of the tribe that could teach her anything, she pestered. In time, she mastered the lyre, lute and several wind instruments. But lyre, with its soft tunes, requiring manual dexterity and music sense beyond what goblins normally had was her favorite.
She was favorite with young warriors of the tribe. She was favorite of chiefs son, Ghluk. Unfortunately, she was also favorite entertainer of the tribes rulers, bugbear brothers. And they weren't about to let her go to some peasant goblin cave when they could enjoy her music.
Young love cannot be supressed, however, and Ghluk came to her every dawn, while brothers slept and eventually they secretly got married by their shaman. Ghluk was, after all, chiftains son and warrior of some fame among his peers. But, as she was left with the child and it became obvious bugbears weren't happy. She will soon be immobile, in pain, there will be screaming infant and their beautiful music will be no more.
She gave birth. She played her music, but her heart now went to the little one, not into the music. There was a day when human adventurers came following some of the warriors after the raid. Before they attacked the cave they scouted, looking for the advantage, checking the number of warriors. When they heard the music they thought there was elven lass kept captive such was the power of Uggas music. To their surprise, they could see the goblin girl, playing softly to a infant. Such beautiful music, coming from goblin. Humans reconsidered their course, anyone who could play like that couldn't be all evil as they were thought. There was emotion, soft, kind, powerful. But bugbears were different story. As one of them bellowed for her to leave the bastard and come inside to serve them, humans charged, bugbears roared and trampled Ugga and the baby on their way into better protection of the goblin warriors.
Goblin warriors, tired and wounded from their raid were slow to respond and bugbears were in combat before they could hide behind their goblin minions. Still, they were powerful and with mighty swings they wounded and pushed back the humans until they could form their goblins into some semblance of fighting unit. But Ugga was left behind. Ghluk, mad with worry nearly charged when one of the humans bent over his wife and son. But the human only put the baby into Uggas arms and pushed her back toward the wall into relative safety.
Meeting humans eyes, Ghluk nodded.
As the fight was rejoined, he ordered his warriors to turn and free their brethren finally from bugbear tiranny. Such was the surprise of the attack that even mighty bugbears fell under combined might of two forces without further loss of life. Both sides, wary, tired and hurt, agreed to peaceful terms and the tribe of Ghluk and Ugga prospered. As he became chiftain and in turn his son became chiftain and time passed, the story of bugbears was lost, only shamans keeping the lore alive. But everyone knows about Ugga, whos music saved the tribe from the bugbears.
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"King Klarg, this group defeated good part of your guards without serious harm with only one lucky hit hurting our comrade. Your warriors are down from single shout. Let us negotiate..." with this, Leonan seeks Yeemik eyes and then returns his gaze to the king "...peaceful solution. Your tribe might benefit from working with or for the humans instead of attacking them. Sooner or later, there will be group of adventurers, maybe mightier or bigger then this one that will clear you out of here. Instead, let us and the old man go and I'll talk with the mines to negotiate with you for the protection of the road." Leonan doesn't say nothing about destroying the tribe right here and now. It is an option, but one Klarg needs to consider himself. He also has time to consider his chances against this group...and Yeemik has a chance to remember the story and decide who's side he wants to be on.
"Luckily I listened to all those servant stories at home." thinks Leonan, leaving poignant silence in the wake of his little speech.
OOC: he also readies thunderwave spell as a reaction if the king charges
[/sblock]Leonan steps forward toward the goblinoids, calling in goblin.
"Chief Yeemik, don't worry about your warriors, I didn't kill them. But they ARE making it hard for us."
Changing back to common:
"Welcome, king Klarg of Yeemiks tribe" - he intentionally names the chief to rub in the fact that he lost control of his tribe to the brute.
In goblin again "Chief, remember the story about Ugga the musician"
[sblock=Ugga the musician - story told by morning fires, rather then told now
]Once upon a time, there was a goblin lass. She looked just as any other young lass, soft skin, high piping voice, sharp teeth and long fluffy ears. But she had something extraordinary. She had a talent for music. Fine, human, even elven music. Whatever instrument she took, she learned. Every prisoner of the tribe that could teach her anything, she pestered. In time, she mastered the lyre, lute and several wind instruments. But lyre, with its soft tunes, requiring manual dexterity and music sense beyond what goblins normally had was her favorite.
She was favorite with young warriors of the tribe. She was favorite of chiefs son, Ghluk. Unfortunately, she was also favorite entertainer of the tribes rulers, bugbear brothers. And they weren't about to let her go to some peasant goblin cave when they could enjoy her music.
Young love cannot be supressed, however, and Ghluk came to her every dawn, while brothers slept and eventually they secretly got married by their shaman. Ghluk was, after all, chiftains son and warrior of some fame among his peers. But, as she was left with the child and it became obvious bugbears weren't happy. She will soon be immobile, in pain, there will be screaming infant and their beautiful music will be no more.
She gave birth. She played her music, but her heart now went to the little one, not into the music. There was a day when human adventurers came following some of the warriors after the raid. Before they attacked the cave they scouted, looking for the advantage, checking the number of warriors. When they heard the music they thought there was elven lass kept captive such was the power of Uggas music. To their surprise, they could see the goblin girl, playing softly to a infant. Such beautiful music, coming from goblin. Humans reconsidered their course, anyone who could play like that couldn't be all evil as they were thought. There was emotion, soft, kind, powerful. But bugbears were different story. As one of them bellowed for her to leave the bastard and come inside to serve them, humans charged, bugbears roared and trampled Ugga and the baby on their way into better protection of the goblin warriors.
Goblin warriors, tired and wounded from their raid were slow to respond and bugbears were in combat before they could hide behind their goblin minions. Still, they were powerful and with mighty swings they wounded and pushed back the humans until they could form their goblins into some semblance of fighting unit. But Ugga was left behind. Ghluk, mad with worry nearly charged when one of the humans bent over his wife and son. But the human only put the baby into Uggas arms and pushed her back toward the wall into relative safety.
Meeting humans eyes, Ghluk nodded.
As the fight was rejoined, he ordered his warriors to turn and free their brethren finally from bugbear tiranny. Such was the surprise of the attack that even mighty bugbears fell under combined might of two forces without further loss of life. Both sides, wary, tired and hurt, agreed to peaceful terms and the tribe of Ghluk and Ugga prospered. As he became chiftain and in turn his son became chiftain and time passed, the story of bugbears was lost, only shamans keeping the lore alive. But everyone knows about Ugga, whos music saved the tribe from the bugbears.
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"King Klarg, this group defeated good part of your guards without serious harm with only one lucky hit hurting our comrade. Your warriors are down from single shout. Let us negotiate..." with this, Leonan seeks Yeemik eyes and then returns his gaze to the king "...peaceful solution. Your tribe might benefit from working with or for the humans instead of attacking them. Sooner or later, there will be group of adventurers, maybe mightier or bigger then this one that will clear you out of here. Instead, let us and the old man go and I'll talk with the mines to negotiate with you for the protection of the road." Leonan doesn't say nothing about destroying the tribe right here and now. It is an option, but one Klarg needs to consider himself. He also has time to consider his chances against this group...and Yeemik has a chance to remember the story and decide who's side he wants to be on.
"Luckily I listened to all those servant stories at home." thinks Leonan, leaving poignant silence in the wake of his little speech.
OOC: he also readies thunderwave spell as a reaction if the king charges
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