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Upturned wooden fists mounted on the wall and fists wrapped in red and gold cloth drew Highness like a moth to the flame. The gorgeous cloth shimmered in the afternoon light streaming through the shop window. Highness tugged at Ragna’s sleeve, unable to read the writing on the small placard next to the display. ”Ragna, We must have those, whatever they are. They are amazing!” the diminutive monarch said, eyes wide and obvious craving in his voice. ”Please let me know what they are and how much the longshanks wants for them.” he asked, near pleading.
I think that Highness will likely sell the hand of the mage to get enough cash together for the handwraps of mighty blows. Is that ok with everyone? The handwraps are around 35g I don't remember if Highness got offered a discount as a "friend of the heroes"
"Ragna, do you know anything about where the lost longshanks went? Is it a swamp or forest? I am trying to figure out if there is anything that I should get that might help." Highness asked as they ambled past another shop.
Suggestions on anything else to get?
Is it possible for Highness to get +1 Handwraps of mighty blows? They are 2nd level items and would be the great growth item for Highness. Highness also needs the absolute best looking costume jewelery in town...not that he will really know its "costume" jewlery, just that its the most bling-tastic stuff he can find.
"No, no. You miss the point. The bed doesn't go with me. I am the king of all goblins, I need to be able to go tribe to tribe so they know who I am and I can deal with any issues that need to be resolved. The bed stays with each tribe. It reminds them that I am a part of the tribe, but above it. The bed stays open and only the King sleeps in it...me!" he finished pointing at himself. "Warbal needs a big hat though. People need to know that she is in charge when I am not around."
”That Warbal,” Highness announced, pointing, ”That is what we need.” Excited, he grabbed her shoulder and nearly shook her with excitement, his eyes wild. ”That is what we need to set us apart, while bringing us together!” he said, a wide grin erupting from his face. Warbal however, slightly dizzy from being shaken, did not have the same instant appreciation for the object in the window as Highness. ”I see you don’t understand.” Highness began, seeing that Warbal had not caught on. ”We are goblins. Look around you and see the way that they stare and point at us. We are the outsiders, the wild creatures, the barbarians. The longshanks don’t understand the simplicity and complexity of our people…the freedom that being one of us holds.” ”So we need something to change that view. Something that may make us more like longshanks without losing what makes us goblin…our tribes…our families. Well, more like longshanks in how they look at us.” ”But that something needs to add to Us, make us better, but not less of who we are.” ”We aren’t ever going to live in towns or have houses like the longshanks. We aren’t builders like the dwarves, and our creations are far more likely to explode in interestingly mutilating ways than the gnomes.” ”So it has to be something that can fit where we live, in castle, ruin, cave or beneath the stones of the town. But recognizable…so if a longshanks sees it, they think: “these are civilized goblins!”.” he continued, gesticulating wildly. ”Imagine it Warbal! One per family, everyone together. Each family can carve and decorate their own to make it reflect their family. If there are too many goblins piled into one, then they buy a new one and start a new family! Tighter families, tighter tribes! Families will each be responsible for their own, and each tribe will keep a small one for the King, me, when I visit.” Highness, an enormous grin on his face, turned away from Warbal and stared with rapturous attention at the sanded and polished, quilt covered, four poster bed in the display window of the store.
If nobody calls out anything specific, then we should sell the lot and split the proceeds!
Highness skipped the award ceremony and wandered off into the town to go and shop with Ragnhild and Warbal. His curiosity furiously active, he wandered with his subject and party member, taking in the sights and sounds. It was only after a he saw a child watching him with curiosity, but not running away in fear that he realized what was different about this moment that made it so special. I am not being treated like some sort of vermin! he thought, chest puffed out a bit as he marched along proudly.
Did we actually get any loot to divide up from our dungeon crawl? Highness has the grasping hand, but not much else. He is a poor poor goblin. If possible he will sell the hand to get some healing potions. While the hand is fun, potions will keep him alive.
Did Highness get a medal? He wasn't ever part of the "Hero" thing, so I am trying to figure out how he would respond, one way or the other.
Highness looked around for a moment, trying to figure out what they were doing, before picking his now empty plate up and raising it up to mirror the others. "The kindness of strangers!" he toasted with a toothy grin. He set the plate down and peered around at the others at the table. "When do we leave?" he asked, eager to get started.
Highness once again stood on his chair and nodded as regally as the goblin could, first to Shaserai and then Ren before finally turning to Warbal.
"I will return to check on your progress as soon as I am able." Highness then turned to the assembled town leadership. "If We do this for you, then the Brumblebrashers should be recognized as a part of the story of this town. No longer apart, hidden, but woven into the main story. If things don't go well while We are off dealing with the issues of the lost adventurers, then the Brumblbrashers will be safe retreating with Shaserai and Ren back to the town...right?" he asked pointedly.
No, sorry, you guys are doing a fantastic job with your report to the council. It's just been kind of a crappy week. I keep intending to update the thread and haven't been finding the energy for it. Posted now, though. Been there more times than I can count. I always appreciate you Joana. I was just worried I had some cookie problem and I could not not see updates.
Hello? Is the website updating?
Highness stood up on the seat of his chair at Jonagher's words, sausage gripped firmly in his hand as a mighty scepter. "You stand a juncture in the Tale. You here. You who make decisions for the town of Breachill." he began, his voice slipping into the cadence of a goblin tale. "A simple act of affirmation will redirect the fate of two people. Does the town look toward the Citadel and think, "We have neighbors there..they may be small, but they work with us against the greater threats, so we can stop those threats before we are eaten, or squished, or ground up to little bits, or made into sausage..."", he paused to shove the sausage into his mouth, then wiped his greasy hand on the tablecloth. I can't use my normal inspirational story of a wildfire burning down a whole forest, he thought sadly, going to need to mix it up...let's see... "Time, water and sunlight make the trees grow. The Brumblebashers need time to grow, the water of your support and the sunlight of your friendship. Then they will be able to stop the lizards and birds and things from creeping out of the Citadel from wherever to invade the region." "Give this to my people, and We will continue to work on your behalf to stop whatever threatens this region." "So We say, Highness, King of all Goblins." he said, then gave a thumbs up and a very large grin to Warbal before tucking nosily into a plate of eggs.
Highness looked from one to another as first Darla and then Alak interjected and after a few moments of consideration, nodded sharply. "Yes, well...We are very benevolent in our respect for other people's cultural traditions, no matter how stupid they are. If you wish to drink dirty bean juice, We will allow it, graciously." Highness said magnanimously.
"I can handle the coffee," Darla replies. "My mom's the one with all the cooking talent, though." Highness sniffed the air as they moved past the fire damaged portions of the town hall, staring at the residual damage. "Hmmm? What is coffee?" he asked Darla after they left and started heading for the inn, curious about the unfamiliar word.
"You didn't forget anything on your list of tasks."Highness replied as they milled around outside the store. "I have to ask, do we know anything about this Guardian's Way? Are there any songs about it...foes that would be nearby? If other longshanks got snatched up when they went there, sneaky caution may be better than bold boasts." "If there are enemies around, letting them know we are going a certain way before we do is asking for ambush." Highness remarked.
"...even if that means delaying addressing any further dangers that might be at the citadel for a little while. That's what a Hero would do. So, can we count on you to come with us?" Highness's eyes narrowed at Jonagher's suggestion as they walked along the tunnel. "I am not a Heeero. We are a King. And We need to ensure the safety of my people!" he hissed with anger. "We will ensure that the Bumblebrashers do not go deep and stay quiet and sneaky until we return." Highness lept forward, spinning dramatically in the corridor, purple wrappings sweeping around him, as he stood, feet spread, pointing a finger at the group. "We will go with you to Voz's way because We want to and We find it necessary. Not because we are beholden to longshanks of Breachill. I know that there is something sneaky and dangerous there that stopped the other longshanks from coming back. I want this area to be safe for goblin-kind. No more sewers, no more grubbing! This whole area will be safe when We are done! I will punch, and bite all the bad monsters and people into submission!" he finished, near panting with excitement and energy. He spun, and with the mad energy of goblin-kind, pelted away up the tunnel.
Highness nodded agreement with the group's decision as they moved up the tunnel and back to town. "I think there may be other things threatening the tribe other than the undead...and we may have to face them to get down to where the undead are, so we can block off the passage to their tomb. I don't get the sense the Citadel is safe yet." he finished.
Sounds good. Sorry I have been absent, was a hell of a week in the Emergency Room. I have many many notes to complete still. Highness will go and finish up with the Bumblebrashers.
Highness watched the proceedings with a sense of odd detachment. The longshanks were all excited about their finding...which meant that they would soon be done with the goblins, and the citadel. "I think I need to get back to the tribe and let them know about these skeletons in the basement. We need to block the way to the crypt somehow so nobody goes and disturbs them. No reason to let them out, either." Highness said, half to himself. "Are you all going to leave the town after you turn in the ring?" he asked the group, concerned about their future plans.
Highness quietly shut the door and turned around toward the group. "Well, the good news is that I have confirmed that longshanks over there is right...there are a bunch of bony guardian type things in the next room. The bad news...they were looking right at me when I was peeking through the door. Not sure if they are on their way over to check us out, or just hanging out in the hallway." "Just thought you might want to know that we may have some visitors shortly." Highness finished with a nonchalant air.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Happy Festivus and Happy Holidays!
Highness cracked open the door and looked out on what lay beyond.
"Asking ancestors about the ring, or some other treasures?" Highness muttered, thinking aloud as he watched for trouble through the sliver of open door.
"SHHHHHHHH!" Highness hisses at the longshanks forcefully, waving his arms at them. Once they shut up, Highness waved them back over to the tunnel entrance where he whispered his findings to them. "Whoever came here ahead of us spent some time in this room, judging by the candles and whatever that pile of ashes is on the table, then I am guessing they heard something, went over to check out the other door, and then ran out of here like there was a slavering mad dragon on their tail." he whispered. "So whatever it is, could be as close as the next room. Be ready for anything." he said, then with the mad courage of a goblin King, he skulked his way across the room to the opposite door and investigated.
"Well, that's suspicious. The tracks only go to the table and the closer of the two doors. Makes me wonder if there are tracks...or perhaps this room is well known and picked clean. But why stop in the middle of the room?" Highness whispered quietly to Jonagher next to him. Highness skulked into the room, carefully following the dusty path lain out by his unknown predecessors on the floor of the room.
Highness took a moment to check the footprints, attempting to discern their origin, before moving up with Jonagher next to the door. He quickly checks the door for traps or latches before letting Jonagher open it.
Highness attempted to open the door.
Highness moved along with Jonagher as he checked the door. As soon as he appears to have cleared the door safely, he moved forward to listen and try and peer under the door or through any cracks.
In case I don't get back here until Black Friday, Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate! Happy Thanksgiving to you too!
Highness is scouting, and hiding whenever he can.
"Come on come on, lets go!" Highness says excitedly, then pulls on the door to get it open the rest of the way.
"I think we should check this out. It looks like it runs toward the Citadel, and it could be a problem if creatures are coming from wherever and then popping up into the middle of town." Highness said, motioning towards the door. "Besides...don't you want to know where it goes?"
"Its a tunnel...and looks like it is pretty well made too. Doesn't look to have been used for a while, maybe years." Highness said turning back to the group. "Doesn't look to be any guards or creatures here either. Its interesting, but I don't know if it has anything to do with the long shanks who lived here. It was barricaded from her side, and I am guessing recently, but the tunnel doesn't look used at all. Its odd."
His mercurial nature becoming professional once more, Highness wiggled up to the door and peered through the crack. Satisfied nothing would reach through the crack to bite him, he listened intently for a few moments, while making a shushing motion at the other adventurers.
Highness paused his digging as Jonagher rapped on the door. "I of course knew that there was something there. I am trying to get the dirt out of the way so we can investigate whatever that is." Highness said haughtily, before resuming his furious digging, sending a spray of flung dirt across the room.
"Nothing yet!" Highness called up to the waiting longshanks. "No explosions, no giant centipedes, no animated statues...pretty dull actually. There is a pile of dirt that I am going to dig through a bit, so hopefully there will be something bitey hiding in the dirt." he said with a bit of optimism. Highness scurried over to the pile, wary of it collapsing further, and dug a bit at the pile and the wall behind in an effort to find if something had been hidden here somehow...perhaps buried under the dirt?
Highness bounced and rolled to his feet, hands out and ready to engage any sort of attack. After a moment of nothing leaping out at him, he relaxed slightly and peered around. "Nobody here!" he called up towards the trap door, disappointment evident in his voice. "There is something that is either a tunnel or a really neat trap though." he said, eyeing the construction on the north wall.
Is the 2pts halved? He takes half damage from falls due to unbreakable heritage.
As the door opened, Highness, unable to contain himself, dove through the space in the floor, cackling madly as he fell.
Encouraged by the change in direction, the goblin flashed a quick grin. "First, let's see if there aren't traps on the trap door." Highness said, pointing at the carpet. "The pun is too funny to pass up, and I want explosions down there, not up here." he said, a serious frown on his face as he contemplated the utter dramatic failure of an ill timed explosion.
Highness got down and started to feel around the edges of the carpet, trying to determine both the size of the trap door and if there was anything suspicious.
”Come on, come on!” Highness said impatiently as he bounded over, and snatched at the map. Darla, having eyed the goblin earlier simply raised the map over her head for a moment. ”Everyone knows words and scribbling will rot your minds, until they dribble out your nose like worms trying to escape. If it was important, there would be a story about it!” he continued, frustrated with the lack of activity and promised explosions.
"So are we going down through the trapdoor? Or are we going to keep picking at the trash and ashes?" he grumbled.Alak glares at the goblin. "We have to assume that anyone down there is ready to blast us as soon as the trapdoor opens," he points out, "with all of us tramping about on the floorboards above their heads. Are you volunteering for us to toss you down first and see what happens?" Highness looked quizzically at Alak for a moment, unsure of the reason for the glare. Then Alak's suggestion tickled at his brain, and as a grin spread across his face, his pupils dilated. "Being thrown through a bunch of explosions right at the face of the enemy would be a song that could be sung for generations. Oh yessss." he hissed excitedly as he nearly bounced on his feet with potential energy. "He will open the door, and then you will throw me through as fast as you can." he commanded, pointing first at Jon then at Alak.
Highness, frustrated, rolled out from under the bed and popped to his feet. "So are we going down through the trapdoor? Or are we going to keep picking at the trash and ashes?" he grumbled.
From beneath the bed the goblin called out, "Or she liked the room, like a little nest. Its cozy in here." A dismembered hand attached to a slim silvery chain emerged from beneath the bed and began to snake its way across the floor towards Darla's boots.
Highness grinned a toothy wide smile in the darkness under the bed as he fiddled with Darla's boots, his red eyes glittering with mirth.
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