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She bites her lip; "Aye, I'm not reet bright. But how's about.... Agog, slog, lips like a frog, drinks lotta grog." she looks into the darkness as the cogs whirr. "That's all I got for t' minute." she says slightly embarrassed by the lack of vocabulary.
Luce smiles gently at the man, glad of his words. A slight flush to her features, as she might be getting the first hints of a crush on the warrior. "Harangue?" she whispers trying to be helpful.
Luce looks slightly sheepish, something she has practised for many years whilst looking after the flock. She knows what the dwarves feel for the goblins, that they should be exterminated. And the Varis Wolfsbane doesn't like any predators on his mountains, so not help there. Her gaze flicks to Sigvard, hoping he might back up her play?
Luce looks between the goblins and Kendall; "Reet," she half sighs trying to be diplomatic. "why don't we say this..." She pauses trying to come up with a fair and ecumenical solution to benefit everyone. "Why don't we take Urgog t' Progress or a Magistrate. Whilst on t' way we'll see if we can find Muglok, to verify 'is claim." Raising a hand to try and calm things down and seem fair; "But we can take a representative w' us. Grupnok, ya can choose one of t' boys t' join us. He can show that we are fair and reet 'onest, that we won't be cruel t' Urgog."
"Reet, I 'eard he were working for Old Botham I think. Tho' he might have been going by Muglor at t' time." Luce says thinking back to the party of Downholme. "Course we don't know where 'e is at moment. Said 'e'd be going back t' woods to wait for Progress."
Luce nods straight-forwardly; "So where did thee see Muglok last? Or did Urgog 'see' him?" she asks not quite being able to remember what happened after he left Downholme. "Now we could find, Muglok and take him t' see The Progress. But, like what would we gain? Promises of no more raids? And suumat more substantial?" Luce's words shows that she obviously cares about the hills and their inhabitants. Doing her best Columbo impression, she taps her head remembering just one more thing; "By t' by, have tha' saw any gnolls around? We met 'un up by t' rift, it t'weren't only of it's kind and we'd rather not have 'em around t' hills raiding."
"Tha' think it has proper magick effect. If Urgog t'weren't really t' sort to go kicking out reet proper heirs, then maybe t' spider or t' rock changed 'im." Luce asks Vondal hoping he has some weirding-way of finding out what the thing does. "Til we find out, I propose we don't bring 'im to your justice." she looks to the pair of dwarves knowing their dislike for the creature and the probability that summary execution is impending. Turns out Luce can be soft hearted under the practical exterior.
Luce nods to Vondal to have a look at it, remembering that he wanted meteor-rock. Thus maybe it was similar, or at least her could use his identifying magicks. "Charming rock?" "Do we want t' find The Progress? Maybe if t' goblin lads get a representative before 'im, they can stop t' nonsense and get graftin' like a reet proper men." Luce wonders.
"Good to hear it. I'm Luce Winterscliffe, we've come from Downholme. Now glad t' meet you." Her demeanour is slightly gruff but friendly, she opens her hands to show there is no weapons there. (Even though she needs no weapons). However Luce doesn't remove her own shirt as a gesture of truce, she's much too shy to do that. Rocking back on her heels she looks to the others.
Luce stands there gasping slightly; with concern she looks to the stout knight. Then it dawns on her it's best to act now as the hidden goblin squeaks. "Aye you tha can be a collection, if tha will ta. But one thing we're not be doing with. And that's any more raids on t' lands - burning of t' farmsteads or any more of that daft-ness." She shouts commandingly. "You are not a group of lummox's, if you want food or cash - you'll have t' do summat for it." "Now, one of you come down 'ere and we can discuss it." Luce calls. "We ain't gonna 'urt ye. T'were Kings fault and he's paying for it." The forth-right Lass calls out to them.
Luce carries on climbing up the wall to the top as she gets there she smiles at the King. "'Ey up, get back down with with your subjects." she blows him an icy kiss. This crystallizes into a icicle which flies towards the goblin king crashing into him and attempting to force him off the wall to the floor below.
Luce stands and plucks an electrocuted spider hair. She flicks a burning shard of fire towards the King whereby it erupts into a conflagration engulfing Urgog and bolstering Kendall in his unconscious agony.
Luce growls at the spider, the foul creature of unnatural origin, a cruel mockery of nature and with a twisted persona to match. She tries to nip at its legs, pushing it backwards. Then she shimmers back into the young woman and nods to the others. "I'll git round t' side o' crawlie." Luce plucks a sharp spider leg hair from her lip, and rushes off.
Aye, boss was meant to be heading up your way yesterday. But instead he stayed in the office all day.
Well you'll just have to stay in and talk to us ;P Yeah, it's high ground around here. But the train-tunnel between Leeds and Harrogate always floods. And just my luck the bus had some internal gutter that poured a dribble of water onto my seat.
Aye, flooded t' tracks down here. Couldn't get a train 'ome. And stream down t' village is reet full t' gunnels.
Hope it's not too damp up t' moors, Rev. *shakes fist* @ weather
Luce bounds forward a snarl upon her lips, circling her bloodied prey she ensures that she can flank he foe. Biting him hard she virtually reaches the marrow of his bones. Then she throws him backwards towards his King. Subsequently shimmering into the young woman; an enigmatic smile upon her face. She draws upon the angry spirits of the local people, killed by their raids - blasting him and the King with cold air.
Vondal if you delay I might be able to push some people together?
Varis continues down the ledge keeping to the dark he launches an arrow seemingly from nowhere trying to take the King in the throat. He moves further defying the Goblins to see the hunter.
The poison courses through Luces veins making her feel slightly woozy, she staggers backwards and looks away from the giant scary spider. The amulet around her neck glows with a health green radiance and the sweet smell of fresh earth and flowers fills her nostrils. 'Of course me Gran's amulet. Glad of that I am.' She decides that its probably best if she gets down the cliff rather than be dragged down by the spiders thread that has caught her ankle. Scrambling down the cliff into the threads, she tries to get to the floor. "Reet, y' bloody stupid Usurper, let's see what you boot-licks do when y' fall." She calls out drawing upon the chilled sensation of her anger and flinging it towards Urgog. Seeing that she could end up in melee combat she shifts her form, muzzle extending and feet padding she turns into a hound.
Luce's thoughts rise to the flush of her cheeks, she concentrates feeling the warmth drawing upon the emotion and externalising it. A warm ball of embarrassment leaps from her face and floats infront of her. Roiling and pulsing she send it towards Urgog, it contacts him and explodes into a ball of flame. "Lad, y' ain't powerful nor Majestic. And ya ain't reet grand at speaking either, couldn't e'en open a fete." Luce taunts as she moves quickly towards the precipice trying to work out the best way to get down there.
Obviously Luce's embarrassment had affected her aim, despite it's intensity.
Luce snigger at Sigvards' words, certainly this bard was funny as well as handsome. The thought jumped unconsciously to her mind before she could suppress it. With a faint blush she cast her eyes down to the floor below, and feeling the heat rise in her cheeks.
Luce - 21
Luce looks over Kendalls shoulde down to the floor below...'That's quite a drop.'
Luce sees that fighting works are spoken and that conflict is inevitable, she moves rapidly to act sure that she had instigated against these vile 'royalty'.
Luce tries to supress a slight snigger at the bards words.
Luce shouts once again getting ahead of her self, but the anger bubbles up inside. "King o' Goblin 'ole! You are a Usurper, all true Goblins should rise up agin thee!"
Her natural ability not making up for the lack of training she looks back to the Knight in front of her with a slight nod. She whispers lightly; 'Careful, t' steel makes thee loud.'
Wow, hope you are alright as well as friends and family. Sorry for my extended absence, I slightly had problems with yahoo.com & passwords....thank you very much Gary.
Fantastic & that's another pbp I'll have to catch up on.
Lucky lucky man. That'll be a lot of fun and if you don't even have to get a hotel - that's awesome.
Luce gets out her lantern and fills it with oil, she sidles from the open portal to avoid any gusts from the depths. Striking the flint and steel expertly she produces a small flickering flame. "Well shall we proceed?" she asks as she moves down the stair, keeping her eyes out for any loose ones, or 'accidentally' spilt liquids, or trip-wire. Feet encased in soft leather boots pad down the stairs, her innate instinctive quietness drawing her down into the dark, following the Knightly Dwarf.
Taking a big breath, in case of stale or polluted air, Luce grasps for a handle. Then pauses, using the tip of her axe she rubs it around the handle in case of poisoned needles. With a steady pull she tries to draw open the door whilst Varis covers it with his bow.
"Thank you." she says bashfully as the handsome bard comes over to help her.
A note of warning, I am going to be away at a music festival from Thursday afternoon to Monday afternoon. Feel free to use whatever needs to be used.
Once everyone is down, Luce points it out and carefully getting her seax (hand-axe) from her pack goes over the area of wall. Looking upwards; she then starts cutting the web away to make a hole wide enough to crawl through. 'Hope none of t' spiders drop down on us!' Then if it's a door, Luce will look for some simple mechanism.
Luce looks in horror as the wizard falters in his descent. To Sigvards' comment she gasps slightly, knowing many folk ain't seen that much gold in one place let alone thrown it to goblins. Even if his words ring true, better to lose gold than blood. Luce looks around the pit trying to find an exit and to hopefully lead to the Kings chambers.
Luce smiles looking up through heavy eyelashes at Kendall; "Thanks"
Luce swallows before the stout dwarf. 'Remember lass, don't show too much deference else he'll always expect it. You're a dales-born lass.' She plucks up her courage and stopping her voice from quaking; "Well it were t' Commanders' idea, that I sort of riffed off. Sorry that we lost t' gold. Though be flapping me gums, we do have t' name of their leader." She looks to the commander; "I'll pay thee back." she's still breathing slightly heavily after the descent.
Luce will try to follow Kendal down (probably after Caine).
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