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Korpi grabs one of the pouchs, briefly peering inside to examine the coins. Looking up, he flashes a toothy grin at Foxglove "Guess your life not totally worthless, longshank. Now I is glad we saved you."
Eyeing the sack of coins greedily, Korpi says "Stumpies, I not likes yous at all. You is nasty and stupid and ugly and dwarveses. But I not tries to kill you in you sleep. Not until after we take Thistletop and I becomes big goblin king."
Korpi opens his mouth to make a fuss over the offense of being served a non-alchoholic beverage, bu is fortunately mollified by the generous portion of mutton and by the dwarve's similair treatment. Chortling nastily at them, he tears into his mutton.
"No ale for the little one," Grond interjects firmly. "No! I wants ale! Ale and food. You not speak for me stumpy, shut up!" He turns to the server and grins "I wants your best ale. I wants mutton too."
Korpi pouts "Fine I's only be deading the ones with dogslicers." he perks up a bit as a thought comes to him "The ones I not dead will be my subjects!" "Besides, Korpi, you've already joined the Sandpoint 'tribe'." "I's not part of no longshanks tribe!" Korpi shrieks, insulted. "I is goblin!"
"I hates Thistletops because they stealed Thistletop from my tribe. The best home for goblins. I hates them! I deserves Thistletop, not those nasty maggots.They betrays Korpi too! Hateful things! Hatefull! When we go to Thistletop, we kills them all. I smash their faces and then I hang their heads off the bridge and use their deaded bodies for chum. 'Cept for their Chief. Big Chief Ripnugget, he special; I take off his head and use it as a mug! They all get what they deserve, and then I be's king of Thistletop!. Heehee. King Korpi! Then I be the Big Goblin Boss, and I haves a tribe of my own!" Korpi get's louder and louder as he goes on with his tirade, now grinning maniacly. After a moment, he looks up at Kyran and gives a toothy grin. "When we leave?"
Korpi shrugs. "I not really care. I's happy to be killin' Thistletops."
Korpi stares blankly at Kyran for a moment. "Why? All other goblins enemies, but why you think they stealed father what's-his-name's body?"
"Were you not listening, dumb stumpy?! I said that the Mosswoods live in Mosswoods. The Thistletops live on Thistletop. Birdcrunchers live in the Devil's Platter. I not knows where the Licktoads or the Seven Tooth tribes live. I not met them much. Understaning now, Stumpy? I could used smaller words, if you needs it."
"There was goblins from more than one tribe. I saw goblins I knows from Thistletop and Mosswood." with a grin he adds "Then I deaded them."
Korpi wrinkles his nose slightly. "Why you want padre's body back? Not even good for eating anymore. Too dry and gone by now, even for soup. Stupid lonshank" He takes a bite of bread and pork and continues to speak, his words muffled by the copiuos amount of food in his mouth. "Oh yes, lots and lots of goblins. There is seven tribes." *holds up six fingers* "There are the Mosswoods, they lives in Mosswood. They is horrible, evil, nasty, treacherous lepers. All mosswoods deserve their insides taken out and their brains stomped out by horses and left to rot in the hot sun. On Thistletop Island is the Thistletop tribe. They is also nasty treacherous bastards. Thistletop rightfully my tribe's but mean Thistletops stealed it from us ages ago. Birdcrunchers is stupid tribe of idiot back-births, but they not so treacherous." *looks shiftily away from Kyran* "Then there is the Seven Tooth tribe. I not be knowing anything about them or where they live. Licktoad tribe not wrong Korpi, they just eat other goblins alive. I not know much about them; I bes a smart goblin so I stayed away from them. I not be wanting to be their dinner."
Korpi greedily grabs the tankard and chugs the stuff. He collapses on his bed, the empty tankard rolling under the rickety thing.
"I wants! Gives it! I tell you anything you want to think about filthy, no-goody, worthless, traitors! I...ugh.". Korpi, if possible, get's even louder with the last few words, sitting bolt upright. This doesn't seem to help with his headache and he collapses whimpering onto his bed. "Give." he says, his voice muffled.
"Gives it and go away!". Korpi screeches at the longhshank.
"Aieee! Wicked longshanks! Wicked!" Korpi howls, burying himself in his filthy brown blanket, trying to hide from the painful sunlight. "Just goes away! I not do nothing to you!"
Kyran hear's several something fall of shelves as he bangs on the wall. A moment later Korpi shrieks at the inconsiderate human. "Goes away! Stop screams and goes away." from beneathe the ratty blanket on his small bed.
Nestled between two heaps of rubbage, sits Korpi's hut. It's a simple affair; barely tall enough for a goblin to stand upright and built from many slightly rotting pieces of wood. A crude chimney juts from the uneven roof and a filthy, tattered blanket is supended across the door for shade. The door itself is massive (too a goblin, at least) slab of heavy wood and rusty iron thing, suspended on rusty hinges. It takes a moment to recognize it for what it is; an ancient tower shield. Broken bottles are scattered about the hut, surrounding it in a small moat of jagged glass. Hanging from the tattered awning above the door is an impressive array of slivers of metal, small animal bones, and a wide variety of worthless knick-knacks that have caught Korpi's eye. Hanging besides the door is a dirty rope with a crudely drawn representation of a longshank pulling the rope and it ringing a bell. Upon closer examination, Kyran notices that the rope is attached not to a bell, but to a heavy looking iron ball partially concealed by the awning. The door has no visible lock, and creaks open easily.
Korpi feels terrible. As much as goblins love their alcohol, it doesn' take much to get a goblin drunk, and Korpi had more than a bit. He spends the morning and most of the afternoon holed up in his hovel, sleeping it off.
Korpi shoots a nasty glare at Grond and sticks his tonge out at the dwarf.
"So you provoked them until one snapped and attacked you, then." "I not means to make stubbies attack me; I just having a little joke." under his breathe he adds "Stubbies got no sense of humor." "Are you all completely crazy, or, failing that, so drunk you may as well be?! What's the matter with you? It wasn't three hours ago you united in defense of this town and now you're fighting like schoolchildren!" "I not crazy, I goblin!" Korpi says, thumping his chest proudly with one fist. "I not fight like schoolchild. I is fighting like goblin! I fought the other goblins cuz they wrongs me; I owes them." Umlo looks dumbfounded at the stupidity of the Paladin "Town, your TOWN, you think this insignificant speck in the back woods has suffered today, you are worried about one town!!!, Get your head out of your back end and take a look at the world you live in, there is hardship and toil in every corner, Sandpoint is a paradise in comparison." (Umlo's rage at the young and inexperienced Kyran grows)"You Humans and your short sightedness, your time on this place is limited you fail to see the hardships of the other races, do you have children Kyran, do you have a wife?, I did once...(A lone tear streams down Umlo's face). "You see while your race was in its infancy the war between goblinoids and Dwarves has raged on, in fact, if it were not for the Dwarves, your race would have been destroyed hundreds of years ago by the green tide of teeth and chaos you saw today! Who do you think holds this tide back with every breath, who do you think provides peace to these Human lands from all sorts of unnamable horrors from the depths of Glorian!" (Umlo is trembling at the adudacity of this human) Take a guess KYRAN, yes its us Dwarves, its me! its Grond!, and you will have to excuse the animosity we hold towards their kind!" (Umlo points to Korpi) You see its their kind that stole into my dwarven ancestral home, its their kind that slit the throats of my four children while my wife was held to watch, it was their kind that burned my clanhold!. (Umlo is openly sobbing between his words) "it is their kind that took my wife to who knows where and when I sleep at night I have horrors assult my nightmares of what she must have endured and may still be enduring today!" "That Kyran was 35 years ago, so for damn near every day of your life I am face with the thoughts of weather my wife lives or is long dead at the hands of their THIER KIND" (Umlo violently points at Korpi) "And even though I know this rat was not the one who is responsible I know his kind is, all I know is that the fire that burned the flesh of my children was magic in nature, and all I know is that while I can heft my axe, its metal will find its way into their flesh with ease. (Umlo relaxes a bit, and speaks in a slow voice so even the FARMER will understand). "So now KYRAN, you go back to your farm in your town and drink your tea, you can settle for being a HERO for this town, or you can open your eyes and see what lies outside of your community and see evil is everywhere, you can hide here stemming the insignificant goblin comedy, or you can leave the walls that shelter you--more than you shelter them and really make a difference in the war between good and evil. Either way get off your high horse CHILD and show some respect for things your limited existance cannot understand!" (Umlo walks out of the tavern leaving the rest to deal with the goblin) (Umlo turns back at the door) "I will not be lectured by a child! (Umlo exits) At Umlo's rant Korpi's anger returns full force. "What about goblin-wives and goblin-runts?" he shrieks. "What about them, huh Stubby? WHAT ABOUT THEM? How many goblin's ears did you take? How many times you sneak into goblin camp at night when we sleep and slash slash! Kill us all! Come in in your shiny armor with your big, nasty axes and kill them all! Kill the runts before they become warriors; kill the wives before they make more runts. That Stubby way! We just return eye for eye. Get off your high horse!". He sticks his tongue out at Umlo's back.
Korpi takes the opportunity to wriggle free from the hatefull dwarves. He crawls away from them. Shaking with rage, he stands and starts screaming "I not starts this, farmer. I drinking, I relaxing when the stubbies start harassing me. I insult them back; I believes in eye for an eye. Then ugly *nodding to Grond* throws tankard at poor little Korpi's face. I just sang a song about them, then they ATTACKED ME!!! This not my fault, they should be arrested. Ask anyone; they starts it and then beats me up when I try to finish it." Korpi crosses his arms across his chest and glares at the dwarves.
Korpi is brought down by Umlo and begins thrashing wildly, trying to escape the dwarf's grasp. "Lets me go! Lets me go!"
Korpi stands in silence for a moment. Then he howls in rage and hurls his tankard in Grond's general direction before tumbling down from his table and making a drunken lunge across the room at the offending dwarf.
Korpi bursts into a shrill parody of a child's rhyme.
Done with his performance, Korpi sits back down, giggling to himself.
Korpi takes the food Deverin offers and squints up at him. "You not so bad for a *hic* lousy, no-good, smelly longshank." "Shut yer stinkin' yapper! You may have tha others convinced yer against yer own kind, but I'll not be trustin' a greenskin for nothing. I'd lay a gold coin that you were bein' the one that let the rest of 'em in to this peacefull town." Grond stands and points a fat stubby finger at the drunk goblin. Turning to Umlo he says something in dwarven and laughs. Grond then looks about for the inn keeper and says, "If ya wan't this menace tossed out on it's fat head just be sayin' tha word." Korpi stand up on his chair again, wobbling a little he screams back "Shut you stinky fake-talk yapper! I not be trusting a stumpy any more than I trusts my own mum! I not let other goblins in; I hates them. Kill them all! Maybes not all of them. Maybe not the goblin-wives". Swaying with a combination of alcohol and rage, he glares at the offending dwarves. He clutches an empty mug like a weapon."Hey, how do you think the goblins were able to get in an reek thier havock? "With their goblin-smarts, stupid brain! We's smarter than any of you!"
Now standing indignantly on his table, Korpi starts screaming shrilly "F~!#ing Longshanks! I *hic* save your lousy town! I risk my own life *hic* to save your misery no worth ones! I WANTS FOOD!"
Korpi awaits Grond and Umlo at the Rusty Dragon, sitting alone in a corner table. He's surrounded by a mounting stack of empty plates and mugs. He's getting louder by the drink, although he's yet to be enough of a nuisance to get thrown out (yet).
I wish Korpi hadn't run off now. Of course he wouldn't be very productive to the situation. He's a cowardly and fickle creature.
Korpi briefly leaves the inn, returning a short while later with a large, wickedly spiked flail.
"No offense green skin" Korpi lets out a high pitched laugh "No offense stumpy, I never met a stumpy worth his weight in manure!" "I really wish they'd learn that it's easier for them to just be good neighbors than trying to take what they need by force. "Easier for you!" Korpi shouts, slamming his mug down on the table and standing up in his chair. "We goblins take from weak, makes us rich and strong! We not help longshanks sharpen knives."
"I no want to give away gold! I keep my gold. Mine!" Korpi shrieks, insulted both by the dwarf's proposiion and Kyran's support of it. He holds out a filthy hand and says "Give me money." "We should also head around town in the morning and see if we can fix any broken windows, burned sheds, and the like. For that matter, we might also want to look around tonight and see if we can't figure out how they got so close without raising an alarm. I know goblins are sneaky, but nobody detected them until they were literally right on top of us. Furthermore, we may want to make a cursory sweep of the village and check to make sure there aren't any hiding in sheds, woodpiles, empty rain barrels, that sort of thing. In the panic that followed their morale breaking I wouldn't be surprised if a few of them hid in convenient places along the streets. The last thing I want is a goblin popping out of an alley at some poor child." "You never know. Goblins very sneaky-sneaky and longshanks very dumb. You'll never out smart a goblin, we the most smart people in the world. They could be anywhere! They could be under your bed, or in your pantry, or in the chimney. You never know til we feasting on your blood." finishing what is for him quite a long speech, korpi orders another ale, gesturing for it to be put on Kyran's tab. "Oh, and before I forget, one of the townspeople we preserved would like to meet us at the Rusty Dragon. Would Kyran know the man? He wants to 'thank us personally' for saving his life. If that means of thanks turns out to be financial, we may have more resources to put into the efforts to help the town recover, and if he's feeling especially generous, we might even be able to get some extra security measures up so we don't get caught flatfooted next time." Korpi perks up at the mention of financial recompense. "I goes!" he shouts, jumping up and down on his chair.
He then walks over to Korpi and stands over the goblin for a few seconds before speaking. "How about something a bit, er, fresher to eat, Korpi? Something still warm, maybe" Korpi shoves the rest of his pie into his mouth and looks up at Kyran. He looks familiar. Of course to the little goblin, all longshanks look the same. For a moment he chews furiously as his hatred for longshanks and his love for free meals war. Eventually hunger wins out and, gulping down the pie, he asks "You buying longshank?"
"Run! Run fast! Very fast or Korpiklannis Horsekiller kill you!" Korpi shouts after the fleeing goblins.
"No! Let Stumpy die!"Kyran shoots Korpi a withering glance. "I wouldn't let you die." "I goblin! He a Stumpy!" Korpi shouts, turning to the other goblin 'sneaking' up behind him. He's tired, but not too tired to slash at the other goblin's throat.
"No! Let Stumpy die!"
Korpi gives a cheer along with his fellow goblins as the dog falls. He may hate them, but he hates the filthy dog just a little bit more.
Coming unsteadily to his feet, Korpi, panting and bloodspattered, throws rocks and flaming bits of wood at the fleeing kinsmen "Run! Run or I's burn you too! Run! Hee hee hee!".
Korpi yelps from the pain of the other goblins torch, but at the same time starts cackling gleefully as the goblin falls into the fire. He turns to goblin with a whip and starts to shout "You nex..." before a glazed look comes across eyes and he falls to the ground, wher he props himself up on his elbows and mutters "Ooh, I feels funny." and shaking his head.
Korpi runs towards the fire, taking a casual swipe at the goblin in the rainbarrel as he goes. Cackling gleefully, he runs towards the goblin nearest the flaming cart and angles his shoulder towards it, slamming into it and trying to drive it back into the flaming wagon.
"AIIEEEEEE!" Korpiklanni rushes towards the fire, vioence on his mind.
"You'll be deaded!" Korpiklanni shrieks with fury, hacking savagely into the other goblin.
[list] You no eat goblins! Eat mimes, grow to be strong and powerful!
Spying the four goblins (one even looks like a hated Thistletop!), he stuffs the remainder of his pie into his pocket and grabs his sickle with greasy hands. He charges into the crowded square right towards the goblins, screaming with rage "I kills you! You back-stab double-cross Korpiklanni Horsekiller! I KILLS YOU!!!"
Korpiklanni sits in the mouth of an alley, staying away from everyone else and greedily devouring a meat pie. At the sound of screaming he perks up, listening to the shrill singing. That's a familiar song.
I believe that my stats are done. I'll polish the backstory a little and add a description and stuff tomarrow. Let me know if there's anything I need to change. |