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<blockquote data-quote="mips42" data-source="post: 6692783" data-attributes="member: 6746242">The goblins and the massive Klarg empty out of the cave mouth. You can see Yeemik in the crowd holding a short spear which, you remember, is not his weapon of choice.&nbsp;As you speak, Klarg looks at you, his beady eyes boring into you, apparently trying to discern where the truth is. He is truly massive; nearly six feet tall and, from what you can see of his hairy arms, heavily muscled. He, as well as the goblins, are wearing what castoffs of armor they've been able to fashion into breastplates and other pieces held together with bits of leather thong and chain. For the most part, the weapons are not much better, several having seen better years or possibly even decades. Klargs' large morningstar rests on one shoulder and a large shield rests in the other hand, casually, as he studies you and the group.&nbsp;With a grin of his sharpened teeth, he replies in his gravelly baritone 'All is not as you say, small one. Yeemik is boss of this clan but Klarg is boss of Yeemik. That mean Klarg in charge, NOT Yeemik!' At this several of the goblins shift uncomfortably and you see them look at him with icy glares. 'Who be you to defy Klarg, human? WHO BE YOU TO COME INTO CRAGMAW AND TELL US WHAT IS?! YOU GO NOW OR KLARG AND CRAGMAW WILL MAKE A THRONE OF YOUR BONES AND SOUP OF YOUR MEAT!'&nbsp;With that he hefts the morningstar off of his shoulder and bangs it on his shield, then raises it to point towards the road. 'GO! Before your blood soaks the ground.'(Wisdom check please and thank you, LeonAn) ;p</blockquote>

[QUOTE="mips42, post: 6692783, member: 6746242"] The goblins and the massive Klarg empty out of the cave mouth. You can see Yeemik in the crowd holding a short spear which, you remember, is not his weapon of choice. As you speak, Klarg looks at you, his beady eyes boring into you, apparently trying to discern where the truth is. He is truly massive; nearly six feet tall and, from what you can see of his hairy arms, heavily muscled. He, as well as the goblins, are wearing what castoffs of armor they've been able to fashion into breastplates and other pieces held together with bits of leather thong and chain. For the most part, the weapons are not much better, several having seen better years or possibly even decades. Klargs' large morningstar rests on one shoulder and a large shield rests in the other hand, casually, as he studies you and the group. With a grin of his sharpened teeth, he replies in his gravelly baritone 'All is not as you say, small one. Yeemik is boss of this clan but Klarg is boss of Yeemik. That mean Klarg in charge, NOT Yeemik!' At this several of the goblins shift uncomfortably and you see them look at him with icy glares. 'Who be you to defy Klarg, human? WHO BE YOU TO COME INTO CRAGMAW AND TELL US WHAT IS?! YOU GO NOW OR KLARG AND CRAGMAW WILL MAKE A THRONE OF YOUR BONES AND SOUP OF YOUR MEAT!' With that he hefts the morningstar off of his shoulder and bangs it on his shield, then raises it to point towards the road. 'GO! Before your blood soaks the ground.' (Wisdom check please and thank you, LeonAn) ;p [/QUOTE]

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