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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 29, 2004 13:28:13 GMT
*Young Grimwold has been walking nervously around Wolfenden since his arrival, rehearsing potential conversations in his head. An ogre shouldn't be this shy, should he? But he is. The knots he could tie in a metal bar with his bare hands, are nothing compared to the knots in his stomach. He decides that the best approach is to walk into the tavern, and offer to buy drinks. Yes, that might make him more... approachable.* *After the ceremony in the village church, the Crazed Heifer is slowly filling with customers again. YG steps inside, and asks,* Excuse me, would any of you care to join me for a drink, of some sort? *Too quiet - no one hears. So, a bit louder, YG says,* Can I get any of you a drink? *No one answers. How frustrating. YG knows what he has to do. Sighing, he calls upon his inner ogre, and bellows,* DOES ANYONE WANT SOME ALE??*The room is silent - eyes are wide and heads are turned. Young Grimwold has arrived. Sheepishly, he holds up a coin purse, and says,* I'm paying.
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Post by FrightKnight on Jan 29, 2004 14:10:46 GMT
*Having returned to the Crazed Heifer following a close encounter with danger, FrightKnight acknowledges the offer of a free drink* Yes, I suppose one drink couldn't really hurt, could it? After all, it has been a while since my last, and when I worked for Lord Fear there was a strict no-alcohol policy. Enough muttering. I accept the offer of a free drink, erm....your name?
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 29, 2004 16:57:15 GMT
Ah! Yes. My name. My name is Young Grimwold.
*Much as YG would like to offer a handshake, he has been known to break fingers in the past with such a gesture. Plus, he is a little intimidated by the armour-clad speaker. So he smiles instead. His eyes flick around the room, hoping that more of the listeners will take advantage of his drink offer.*
I'm an... I'm an ogre. I try not to be, but... You don't mind ogres, do you?
[OOC: Thanks for taking up the thread, FrightKnight. I notice that in a previous post you mentioned a brutal encounter with an ogre. Obviously it wouldn't be YG, but perhaps it's left you with a certain attitude towards ogrekind...]
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Post by Korrlok on Jan 29, 2004 17:00:58 GMT
[OOC: That could make it even more interesting. A friendship forged from the ashes of a defeated prejudice, and so on.]
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Hobgoblin
Traveller
Two orinj fer yoo!
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Post by Hobgoblin on Jan 29, 2004 17:17:56 GMT
*Barely has the door of the Crazed Heifer shut again, when it is flung back on its hinges to bang against the wattle-and-daub outer wall. Something large stoops into the pub. Orangey-brown mottled skin covers smooth muscles and dark brown-black eyes with no pupils. The hobgoblin stands fully half as tall as a grown man, and is breathing heavily, quickly, an urgent gleam in its eyes, long nose flared at the nostrils...*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 29, 2004 17:24:33 GMT
*Young Grimwold is mildly worried. He stands by, quiet, hoping that the Crazed Heifer doesn't become too crazed, and wondering how the other customers will react.*
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Post by FrightKnight on Jan 29, 2004 21:26:44 GMT
My good self, disliking ogres? Nothing of the sort. As long as they do not make me angry (*Frightknight smiles sweetly*) ..ah, case in point (*FrightKnight holds what is left of his sword, which is now no more than really a flat broken bottle, nevertheless with razor-sharp edges*)...
I have little in the way of names, unless you classify 'Frightknight', which is of course what I am, as a name. I suppose it is just like calling a dungeoneer 'Dungeoneer', or goblin fodder as one of my work colleagues used to say. What did become of Skarkill anyway? I heard he met an untimely end...
(OOC: Don't worry YG, Frightknight just about loathes anything that isn't another FrightKnight, and even when it IS another Frightknight, there is still contempt for the other).
*At ths point, FrightKnight realises that YG is not paying full attention to his efforts to find someone to hold a conversation with, and spots the hobgoblin. FrightKnight's eyebrows raise slightly, although of course no-one else notices this*
Greetings, erm, hobgoblin...would you care for a drink? This ogre has offered us some free ale...
*FrightKnight squints at the hobgoblin. There's something a little familiar about this chap, and FrightKnight is desperately trying to remember whether it was through good or evil that he may have met the hobgoblin.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 29, 2004 21:38:11 GMT
Yes, hobgoblin, do join FrightKnight and myself for a drink. It soothes the nerves.
FrightKnight, I've only recently moved to Wolfenden. I used to dwell in the Dungeon, with my parents and a pet, called Festus. But I er... decided to go travelling. So, I'm afraid that the names you mention, Lord Fear and Skarkill, aren't really familiar to me, except by rumour. Perhaps you'd be kind enough to fill me in as we drink?
*They move to sit at a vacant table, with many eyes following them, and order drinks from a serving lady. Flagons of ale arrive.*
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Post by FrightKnight on Jan 29, 2004 22:00:21 GMT
I used to be good friends with Skarkill, whereas I always had a strictly business realationship with Lord Fear. I worked for him, and I got money in return. Lately, however, Fear has been increasingly relaint on hobgoblins...er, no offence meant, hobgoblin, and he became obsessed by technomagic. I also could not stand Lissard, with his terrible odour, and general incompotence at times.
So I decided to leave Marblehead and arrive here. When I used to meet Skarkill he said he thought this was a 'lovely' place, with plenty of opportunities to pillage, murder, commit sins, that sort of business. I never thought about the place much at the time, until after he left. I became restless and decided I could amke a fresh start here, although I didn't burn my bridges, so if needs be I could go back to the Fortress of Marblehead if things work out.
(OOC: I never knew FrightKnight could be so much of a chatterbox, did you?)
*At this point, FrightKnight takes a good, refreshing sip of the fine ale*
Mm, quite acceptable ale. So, I travel all the way here, only to find out everywhere is deserted, the marketplace, this place; and I only heard recently from villagers that I asked that Skarkill was dead! Terrible news. I might need another drink...
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 29, 2004 22:17:23 GMT
*Young Grimwold sips his ale, but is not refreshed. He became rather a wine connoisseur during his days with the 'tavern monk' Brother Mace, and is not used to the ditchwater bouquet of the Crazed Heifer's ale. Part of him wants to smash tables and holler for decent drink; but he keeps that part of him down, and sips on.*
It sounds like you're unsure whether to say in Wolfenden or return to Lord Fear. Mother's told me to keep an eye out for Festus as a matter of course - he's missing, but he could be anywhere. But I may be looking for work soon. It depends what's on offer round here.
Perhaps we should ask a local how this Skarkill chap met the black fates of death, at some point?
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Post by FrightKnight on Jan 29, 2004 22:27:11 GMT
I'm sure, knowing skarkill, it was because of some villainy he caused, and not, for example, getting crushed by another troll...I don't think that would have happened again, simply because there i haven't seen many around here.
*FrightKnight takes another sip of his drink and finds there is little left. He asks for a refill, but accidently pays too much and so Young Grimwold also has a refill. More worryingly, the hobgoblin does not...*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 29, 2004 22:45:11 GMT
[OOC: Has Hobgoblin definitely joined us? He might have had other business to attend to in the tavern. Perhaps we should wait a little while and see what Hobgoblin says in his next post...]
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Hobgoblin
Traveller
Two orinj fer yoo!
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Post by Hobgoblin on Jan 30, 2004 12:53:43 GMT
*The creature strides over chairs and benches, the patrons hurriedly ducking or scrabbling for cover, excusing themselves for non-existant improprieties. Getting to the table where the Frightknight and the ogre are sat, it looms over the drinks, large clawed hands splaying out over the scratched wooden surface of the table. In a voice like syrup over rough stones, it growls* I have been looking for... *a sharp-nailed finger points across the table* ..a decent pub for ages. Ta. Pass us that chair will ye? Looks just big enough.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 30, 2004 14:30:58 GMT
*Young Grimwold is relieved. He passes the hobgoblin a chair, which takes his weight. Some rolls arrive. YG addresses the hobgoblin.*
Thank you for joining us. We were just talking about Skarkill, a recently deceased Goblin Master. We're hoping to find out more about how he died. Did you ever work with him, by any chance?
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Post by yasuke on Jan 30, 2004 19:23:26 GMT
[ModNote: Yasuke was previously seen at The Village Church.] *The samurai who has spent many days resting and meditating after tricking Deal has come down from is room to investigate the loud noise he heard. He sees the source and decides that this strange group might be worth gettign to know* Yasuke: May I join you?
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