Eri growls deep in her throat, "Don't....call...me...girlie."
Eri looks over at Al, "Al...I'm sorry, but if he calls me girlie again...I'm gonna eat his fu<king liver after I rip out his intestines." She says, the barely restrained rage more than apparent in her voice as her hands clench into fists.
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"That's fine but we can only wait for so long before this one gets bored."
Glancing to Eri he says. "I'd rather that didn't happen. Maybe just the tongue to start with?"
She gets a look of excitement in her eyes, "Do ya mean it Al? Can I really?" She looks back at the hobgoblin with absolute murder in her eyes.
Without another word she lunges forward while shifting into her beastial form. Letting her rage take hold of her and propel her forward, she latches onto the stupid bastard that dared call her girlie, and attacks him with her fully extended claws. She slashes at his face as she attempts to remove his offending tongue and maybe slightly more from his stupid face. Eri roars defiantly in their faces before clamping her jaws down on his shoulder as she slashes at him with her claws.
After taking out a good chunk of his flesh she rips her head back and from her blood covered muzzle shouts at them, "I'm not a fu<king girl you a$$holes!!"
Looking back at Al a little sheepishly she shrugs az little, "Sorry I bit him. He just made me so damn mad." She says, releasing him from her grip and shoving him into the other guard.
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Ravan simply sighs, bringing her face down into her palm moments before Eri erupts into a violent frenzy. These idiots really had no sense of self-preservation did they?
As the bloodied corpse collided with the remaining guard, the Troll stepped forward and from the surrounding trees dropped down fifty well armed Hobgoblins, bows readied to turn you all into pin cushions.
A voice called out from behind the Troll, "Stattu niður." The lumbering hulk took a more relaxed stance.
Stepping out from behind was a particularly adorned Hobgoblin with plenty of scars, obviously, this was the Chief. Calling out to his surrounding warriors, "Val terug." You could hear the bows slowly letting loose a bit of tension, but remained notched.
Looking at the four of you for a long moment, he then said, "You're either incredibly brave, or marvelously stupid." He looked over at his recently ripped open guard, "Maybe a bit a both. What are you doing here?"
Eri looks him up and down before looking at Al, "I've had it with their stupidity. You field this one."
Eri turns back around and simply rolls her eyes at the chief, before stepping aside and gesturing for Al to step up and tell the cocky bastard why they came. Standing back she starts licking off his blood from her face, she smiles at the other guards. Oh how nice for them, they know how to play hide and seek. Maybe this won't be so horribly boring after all. That jerk didn't taste as bad as I thought he would. Al will kick his ass, then I can have their pet for my own. She thinks to herself while cleaning the rest of the gore off her claws by licking them clean.
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"Do your people usually hide out in trees like savages?" Gio asks, his eye twitching. "We're seeking out an army to outfit with mithril weapons and strike against the Mitrans. I expected more...discipline from hobgoblins...perhaps we were wrong and we should begin purging this place."
He raises his hand into the air, calling forth the burning symbol of Asmodeus.
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Eri spins around to look at Gio as she hears him speak. She had never seen him like this before, and truth be told...it just kinda scared her a little bit. He was pretty smart though, so if he didn't think these were the right ones to align themselves with....did she have a right to say anything? Should I? What would Ravan do?
Closing her eyes for a moment she takes a deep breath before letting it out. Eri looks from their leader to Gio and back. Walking back to the priest of Asmodeus she's careful not to put a hand on him, "Gio? What are you doing? I know they're just stupid morons without a lick of sense between the lot of em'....but...this isn't you. This is something else talking. If they aren't the right ones to align ourselves with...then we'll look elsewhere for our army, but don't do something you might regret later. Please? Just take a breath and think about it for a minute."
Looking up at the idiot in charge she says, "If any of those a$$holes so much as moves towards him, I will burn your village to the ground, kill all your women, and eat your children. Am I making myself clear?" Eri says, blood still dripping from her muzzle after tearing into the one unfortunate enough to piss her off. The muscle visibly rippling through her body as she makes ready to spring at the first poor unfortunate ass hat that dares make a move against Gio. Whether Gio was right or wrong, or whatever it was that was going on with him right now, she wouldn't let anyone get near him.
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Gio's eyes shift from the leader to Eri, but his hand remains aloft. "Let's see what this leader of theirs has to say. So far, they have proven to be a weak and cowardly lot. I tire of these small steps that show no promise. My patience is at an end."
She nods, "Okay....okay, let's just give him a chance to say something then." Looking over at their leader she says, "I guess it's up to you mister. What are you going to do?" Eri cracks her neck and stretches her muscular arms and legs, preparing for the worst and hoping that it doesn't come to that. She still wanted to take George home with them. She thought he would be loads of fun to unleash on that stupid jerkface priest when they finally caught up with him.
The Chief appeared to be calculating the odds. Looking at his warriors, they were clearly shaken. He could only see one course of action. Turning to an empty spot behind him, and nodded.
A quick shimmer, and a Shaman appeared. With a wave of his hand all but ten of the surrounding Hobgoblins dissipated into nothingness.
Looking at Gio, the Chief said, "An army against the Mitrans. Well, they are responsible for what is left of my forces. Perhaps an arrangement of sorts can be reached. What would you propose Priest?"
Eri looks at Gio.
Gio lowers his hand, his anger subsiding slightly. "First, I require some knowledge. I need to know of your previous encounters with the Mitrans and I am curious as to what you can offer aside from your meager numbers. As I've said, we can offer weapons. If you have other demands necessary to reach an agreement, I am willing to listen, but I concede nothing at the moment."
Eri let's out a sigh of relief and looks around to see if the green guy was still around.
Taking a measured step forward, the Chief said, "Our 'meager numbers' can be quickly replenished. We grow quite fast. As to knowledge of Mitrans, it's the Calvary we have the most experience with. Their knights are well trained and organized. Now, these weapons, where would they be coming from?"
"They are being made by a blacksmith at our base of operations," Gio answers. "We can see if he has any to spare at the moment. Where does this Calvary come from? I believed the only entrance to this mountain was the one we opened."
Seeing the beast standing there she tugs on Gio's sleeve, "Think they'd let me have the big green guy? He would make playing with that Mitran priest bastard really fun. I've never watched another person get torn in half, when I wasn't the one doing the tearing that is." Shed says, looking over at the decimated corpse of the guard she tore into earlier.
"We'll see."
Changing back to her human form she gets a pouty look on her face, "Okay."
The Chief shrugged, "Hard to say. We were driven into these woods from what they call the Heartland. It could be any one of a dozen garrisons. Or all of them."
Gio turns back to the rest of the group. "What do you all think? This isn't my decision alone. We could use the extra help."
Eri shrugs, "I'm okay with whatever the rest of you want to do...I just...I really wanted the green puppy." She finishes a little more softly, a sad pouty look on her face.
"As long as they know how to behave and understand the penalties for doing otherwise, then I suppose having the extra warm bodies could be usefuk." Ravan replies.
Looking around she asks, "Okay...wait, so are we talking about bringing them back with us? To the manor? Could it support so many?" She wonders aloud, worried that having too many people there might deplete their resources. She wanted to take the green guy with her....but She didn't know about taking all of them.
The Chief looked at Eri, "Krag is mine, I fought hard for him."
The green beastie spoke up, "Hvað segir hún?"
Looing up at the Troll, "Hún vill taka þig með henni."
"Krag vill ekki fara."
Turning back to Eri, "He doesn't want to go with you."
Her lip sticks out a little further, "But why not?" She cocks her head to the side slightly and gives the green beasty an unsettling look, "Is it cuz I ate one of those guys, or cuz he's afraid of being out beasted by a "girl"?" Her pouty lip then turns into an even more unsettling smile, "We could have lots and lots of fun tearing apart filthy Mitran bishops and $hit. All the Mitrans you can eat....or is that just my thing?" She grins a little wider, showing her still stained red sharp pointy teeth as she chuckles wickedly.
"Afhverju viltu ekki fara?" The Chief asked Krag.
"Stelpan lítur svangur. Ég borða, ekki borðað." He responded with a hint of fear.
Turning to Eri, "He says you look hungry and doesn't want to be eaten."
Eri softens her smile while approaching the green skinned one. Reaching out a hand she "pets" his arm softly, "What if I promise to be really really nice and not eat him? Pleaaaaaase?" She practically begs. Eri never begged for anything in her life, she might have been...used roughly for a long time, but she never begged for anything. In the end...it was them that did all the begging.
Shaking her head to clear it she looks at the chief, "I know you fought for him...but please. Maybe we can share him? There's this Mitran Bastard that needs to be hurt very very badly and though I don't really want to kill him right away...I want to make him very very very sorry and unable to get away. Please oh please oh pleeaaase let me have him. I promise I'll give him back....eventually, with all his parts in tact." She crosses her fingers over her heart, "I swear it. May I live a thousand years and never hunt again."