Too long have Goblins hidden in burrows, allowing the mad-filth to run wild in our territory. They gibber and shriek in their void-between-worlds. Goblins must find our spines. Goblins must push them out.
Goblins, the chosen of Fiery Eyes, Battle Lord of Clangor. His army. Goblins must push invaders back, into the ground whence they came.
Goblins, His Horde without number.
Rise, or Fall.
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Characters:
Vyranna 'Vyr' d'Mere - Ex-Knight of Benwick
Snikt Blackfang - Champion of Maglubiyet
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A crooked, hooded figure that often dwelled within the Brokentooth Caves hobbles about with the aid of her gnarled branch to see this notice hanging; an agitated chitter echoes along the dank cavern walls, a warty and taloned finger crooking out to line beneath the messy symbols. The creature mumbles to herself.
"Bloody Goblins forming up armies. They'd better clean this dump up, first."
Joined: 04 Jan 2014 Location: Sheep Country, United Kingdom
Should the mysterious hag be paying attention to her surroundings, she may note a few changes. In the Temple Chamber of Maglubiyet, warded by glyphs of order are a number of thick, mages jars. Inside of which purple crystal pulsates angrily; taken from some alien place.
Should she linger in the temple, she would perhaps find a miserable bag of secrets, sown from humanoid faces and branded with vile holy sigils. None would stop her reading it. But, it's removal would likely irk the High Priest.
A tall, foreboding presence enters the back room cloaked in dark wispy shadows, as it had many times before. Seeing the notice it deftly leaps upon the nearest table and studies the writing. A deep gravelly chuckle of bemusement emanates from the presence. Then suddenly, it throws off the shadows with a flourish of a golden hued cape, revealing a Hobgoblin clad in well tailored leathers with a long blade at his hip. A tightly cinched tribal mask obscures many of his facial features. He draws a small blade and runs it across his left palm, rubbing a finger in the blood he scrawls upon the notice in the goblin language:
WAR IS NIGH
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
The putrid Hag would indeed turn to hobble about and inspect, seeking the source of this rabble rousing. Upon seeing the leather bags so creatively sewn of unfortunate victims, she belts a dissonant cackle.
"Getting creative, I see..."
With her walking aid she limps off into a secluded chamber, where any manner of vexating chitters, rumbles, and shrieks could be heard.
Joined: 04 Jan 2014 Location: Sheep Country, United Kingdom
Like some kind of crooked, green-skinned muse Snikt looked on as the hobgoblin rose onto the table to scrawl his addition to the message. For the moment he said nothing, sipping a goblin brew as he regarded the soldier from beneath his hood. From the long blade to the creature's build, weighing up his assumed skill and usefulness. An overlarge grin spread across his lips as he sat shrouded beneath a cloak.
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The crystals are truly strange, as the Hag observed. The interior of the flasks filled with a thick, purple fog which seemed to emanate from the shards themselves. The fog, contained behind the wards, flickered occasionally as though angry at it's captivity, pulsing with bluish forks of miniature lightening. As she inspects them, she might note a horrific alien-looking creature preserved in a sealed flask of sour wine. The gibberslug, appearing to the unknowing, a vile larvae with mandibles for puncturing the skin. Like a fat, stunted and mutated ragworm. A black slime clinging to it's surface despite the vinegar it was floating in.
The putrid Hag would indeed turn to hobble about and inspect, seeking the source of this rabble rousing. Upon seeing the leather bags so creatively sewn of unfortunate victims, she belts a dissonant cackle.
"Getting creative, I see..."
With her walking aid she limps off into a secluded chamber, where any manner of vexating chitters, rumbles, and shrieks could be heard.
From the depths of the secluded chamber the titanic bellowing of the caves more thunderous resident can be heard!
Joined: 04 Jan 2014 Location: Sheep Country, United Kingdom
Snikt returned after a day's hunting and 'negotiating', the Goblin wandering up to a board, comprised of a few bits of half-rotting driftwood nailed to a post and used a dagger to affix a note of crude vellum. Naturally written in the twisted runes of his own language:-
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Hearing rumours of giant rumblings in the caves, Snikt squinted into the darkness. A nervous snicker spilling from his lips as he shuffled his way to the Temple to check the wards on those strange jars, "Soon, we crush them... Soon."
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Characters:
Vyranna 'Vyr' d'Mere - Ex-Knight of Benwick
Snikt Blackfang - Champion of Maglubiyet
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Joined: 23 Sep 2012 Location: Western Australia (+8 GMT)
A powerfully built woman in red and gold armour is seen leaving a crate addressed to Snikt brokentooth. As it was not locked there were twelve chain shirts inside for anyone curious enough to peek at it. Pausing only to tell the guards who the crate was intended for, the woman departed leaving a trail of unconscious goblins in her wake as she returned to the city.
// Didn't find a donations chest in the cave, so will give it to you in game.
_________________ Elwyn Sabel - Laura Jarshall - Mordoc Ebonhand
Joined: 04 Jan 2014 Location: Sheep Country, United Kingdom
Snikt grinned ear to ear as he beheld the chest on his return from the temple, squinting as he forced his eyes to read the horrible common tongue; so impure after writing the holy texts he'd been working on since checking the jars. He pried off the lid, chattering as he shook out a shirt of masterwork chain! He looked outside, snorting at the goblins that she'd left in her wake, "Fools.." He rasped, lazily looking to the guards nearby. "... Is leaving Warlord come and go.." Pointing a gnarled finger at the nearest goblin she'd almost pommel bashed from existence. "... Is dangerous," He smirked, slyly. "Is useful."
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He spent the next hour arranging the new armour onto the goblin's crude racks, marked with the twisted runes for 'War Supply'.
The dark and foreboding presence strides up to the notice and glares at it before scratching out another message, this time in a viscous unknown fluid produced from a vial at his belt.
There are many types of poison. Be specific.
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrist nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*
Where are our armies? The Blood War has yet to be won!
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrist nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*
We cannot allow Orcs to continue to infest the nearby frontier. The Mighty One calls us to battle!
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrists nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*
Weakness is shame. No longer shall we cower in our caves.
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrists nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*
Rise up in hatred for the Orckin and join me in bloodlust! Cowardice is the road to damnation.
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
*The war cries become regular conversation amongst the goblinoids of Brokentooth Cave... a sway perhaps underway*
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"Operating in the border between light and darkness, shadowdancers are nimble artists of deception. They are mysterious and unknown, never completely trusted but always inducing wonder when met"
*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrists nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*
Disgrace the race at your own peril. He sees. He knows.
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrists nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*
Orckin are two legged pigs. They squeal in delight while torturing goblinkin. When do we exact our revenge?
*he enters and exits the cave often, always returning to Kroppo's where he grimly slams a gauntlet clad fist against the wall near his latest missive, looking about the room for supporters*
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
*The very same Hobgoblin hangs the head of a large Orc from the wall by Kroppo’s Bar. Sinews and tendons swing raggedly from the rough hewn neck stump. A parchment is nailed into its forehead with the words “Chosen of Gruumsh” scrawled in blood.*
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrists nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*
The strong wield the weapons of war. Brandish yours today!
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrists nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*
The useful craft the weapons of war. Forge yours today!
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrists nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar. This time the note is SIGNED*
The fertile birth the armies of war. Plant your seed today!
Terr Bonesnapper
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
*The same partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrists is seen regularly erecting free-standing handmade signs of wood in various areas of the cave imploring and encouraging the residents to take up arms against the Orcish horde and claim glory for Maglubiyet. This seems to occur several times per week in recent weeks.*
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrists nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*
Enslaving an Orc is cruel and unusual punishment……for their captors. Be merciful to your kin and kill Orcs instead of enslaving them!
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrists nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*
Grouchy and angry? Relieve your stress by stabbing an Orc today!
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
*The High Priests section of the cavern begins to accumulate War donations. Enchanted Suits of armor, potions, wands and Shields begin to appear. A partially clothed Hobgoblin with a heavy staff is often seen entering and exiting this area with a look of grim determination*
_________________ Chaggo - Colorful Hobgoblin Monk Baegrevele Tsjos - Borne at sea, Live at sea, Die at sea.
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