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Purg moves into the room, barely, and looks around from the corner. He doesn't want to be too far in, in case the decision is to run away from whatever next horrible thing will come at them. This was a bad idea. Who had this bad idea? Purg bets it was Wild, that guy is crazy. Purg was crazy once. Thankfully, he got better. Purg definitely not crazy now. Later he would eat the snake. Wild wanted to eat some of his snake but that wasn't going to happen because it was Purg's snake.
Purg moves and takes up a position covering Hilde, as she looks like she might open a door, which may or may not have danger behind it. Purg is definitely in favor of there not being any more danger. His poor goblin heart can't take much more excitement of this type. This is not happy excitement. Why was there never a surplus of happy excitement? The party had been fun. Why could it not be like that every day? Purg needed to find the god of parties and happiness, there were too many gods of fighting and drinking and being mean to other people. He wanted to ask Hilde about if there was a god of parties and happiness but she was listening to that door very carefully and it didn't seem like the time to ask her that sort of question. "Psst, Robin or other someone smart, is there a god of parties and happy things?"
"Yes, Purg can cook, but must cook very long or get very sick. Purg not think this good time to be sick, with people trying to kill and people killing and people stealing." He puts the snake pieces back on the ground to come back for later after they've leaked out more juices because his pack should smell nice and not get wet and stinky from snake guts.
Purg sees everyone doing helpful things like identifying scrolls and potions and healing Vethorm who doesn't look to be getting better, but maybe it's just because he was green to begin with, and Purg just feels a little less useful. He reloads his crossbow and watches the group's backs while they tend to the other things which are probably important.
Purg reloads his crossbow and fires at the snake once more, carefully avoiding his friends.
Purg moves in, oblivious to the fact he has put himself at the bottom of the stairs and in prime ambush position. He sees the much larger snake and is momentarily shaken, but brings his crossbow back into firing position and tries to help his friends.
Purg loses what is going on as people move out of where he can see them. He keeps his crossbow at the ready in case something wants to make him a snack instead of wanting to become a snack like the snakes did. Wild's howling makes him even more nervous about what is going on. If only I had known there would be snakes, I could have gotten arrows that are good against snakes. Maybe I should get arrows good against everything. No that cost too much. Purg goes on a long internal monologue about the difficulty of affording all the gear you would need while also eating food and staying in a nice bed. Then he starts wondering what happened to all the gear they had found and wondering why none of it fit him. Stupid humans being larger than he was and their gear not fitting right-sized people like himself and the weird gnome that was screaming again.
Best of luck to your wife this Small Business Saturday. I have eaten much and now have several hundred cookies.
Purg brings up his crossbow, which he had ready because they were here to fight people who were probably bad guys. He sees something biting at Wild, it looked like a snake. Those were decent eating. He looks down the sights and fires a bolt at it. The bolt sticks into the thing with a meaty sound. Purg says softly, "If that snake, save for Purg. Purg like snake." The trick was you had to cook them real good so the poison didn't hurt you. You only had to learn THAT lesson four times. He started to reload his bow.
"Glad someone know about these troll. Still not answer if green or blue troll, but that okay. At least we know not get it wet." Purg remembered stories about things you didn't want to get wet. Or did he remember them? He thought he did, but come to think of it now he couldn't remember what the stories were. He must be hungry again. It had been several minutes since he had eaten. "Purg ready to go. Have cross-bow, have tiny spear, have bigger spear, and have pants." He wasn't sure why but people always wanted him to be wearing pants. Clothing was so cumbersome and bothersome and something else that he couldn't remember. Purg pulled out some smoked meat and started eating it, he couldn't do with this brain fog from the hunger.
Yeah it was supposed to be like two days. Oh well.
Purg considers. "Anyone know about troll? Purg not ever fight troll. Troll big, yes? Flood troll is green or blue?" He racks his brain for information about trolls, but can't recall anything beyond trolls being big usually. Not small like smart races. So troll probably dumb because everyone know bigger the body smaller the brain. Troll. Hill Giant. Very not-smart. Purg glad other small ones around but still not sure that they as smart as Purg. Wild run into fighting! What sense that make? Best place is to not be in fighting. Purg wonder if maybe smart comes from green and not from small. Vethorm is little smart, and he green.
Purg finds himself very confused by the whole thing. Katr-whoever was hiding? They had bad dreams? Purg had bad dreams sometimes but he didn't hide, he faced them like a big green monster, which he was. At least Robin was smart and asking good questions, Purg did not have the good questions. At least he could call his green friend by the right name though, everyone had so much trouble with it. They seemed like they had this all well in hand, Purg started thinking about more food.
"So we know now that Rod-Rick was poisoned. We know what poison. We need find who, and that who maybe at plague house. Also they let loose wolves that give Wild plague. Purg think we need go plague house but need be ready. Purg ready. Other tall ones ready?" The goblin seems much buoyed by the fact others are thinking. This is of course because he is. Not having to do all the thinking is good, and it leaves him able to think about food and other important things.
Purg starts getting nervous at all that is happening. Disapp... people going away? Murder? Sick wolves? Plots? This was Trunau, this not one of those places where that happens. "Purg think this bad, sounding like plague house maybe where they go, maybe take Ka... Ka... that person." Purg was not familiar with Katrezreara or what they say. It seem very much like consp... that word. Why big words try invade Purg mind today? Purg thinking too much. Not enough food. Need more food to shut up brain. "On way Purg need more meat and bread."
Glad that you are home and recovering.
Lets be real though, this is TOTALLY who would be in charge of this investigation.
"Purg not know much, but these vary bad people. Kill Rod-Rick, try kill Purg and friends, release wolf in town. Maybe sick wolf if you say." He is about to shake his head, but doesn't think that's a great idea. He goes for a shrug instead. "Purg not get bite. Think crazy gnome get bite."
Not having had time to hunt that day, Purg heads to Ramblehouse and first buys dinner. Then he buys another dinner because it wasn't dinner enough. That was starting to get expensive so he makes do with two dinners. Cham was a nice lady but you would think after all these years she would know how much food a goblin eats. At least no one made a gobblin joke this time. Belly sated enough for the time being, Purg heads to his room. Normally he did not worry that much about his room, because the Ramblehouse was a safe place... usually. Tonight he locked his door. And put a chair in front of it. And put something sort of heavy on the chair. And locked his window. And he slept with his crossbow (unloaded). It was a scary time to be in Trunau. -- Waking plenty early, Purg gets a breakfast at Ramblehouse. And another breakfast. His purse was starting to feel a little light. He'd have to go hunting or maybe sell some of the things they found. They were going to the market place, right? Purg definitely needed more shiny coins. When he got to the market place, he was glad to find Robin already there. Purg was not the best at talking to the townspeople or the trade people or really anyone. They didn't all think good like Purg. Also sometimes they try to cheat Purg and Rodrick say... Rodrick used to say that it not okay to bite. Even when someone cheat you, you not bite. Purg surprised it rain this early, it not raining when Purg leave Ramblehouse. Purg sucked a developing snot bubble back up into his nose and approached Robin. He did not feel the need to say the silly things Humans said like 'good morning' or 'boy it is a hot one, isn't it'. Humans very much liked saying things that were very obvious, another bit of evidence that they not good thinkers. Purg once have talk with a Dwarf in Ramblehouse that say if Human stop talking, they start thinking. Cham say that obviously wrong because Humans never think, even if they stop talking. Purg like Cham, if only she learn to give enough food. "Hello Robin" is all that the small goblin finds necessary to say at this point, however.
It was a very long weekend for me, I'll try to manage something tomorrow, but I have a 14 hour or so shift ahead of me. Blaaaargh what do you mean kids need to go to school and eat and play sports and blaaaaargh.
Purg decided that since he had time he could check the dead people for anything else of interest. Maybe one or more of them had something written that would provide additional clues. Otherwise maybe they had things that were shiny but not coin. Coin was boring, though you could buy food with it.
The one time I had it, I thought it was just a sinus infection (because I have one a year or so). Then I was like... "huh, this isn't going away."
Goodness I hope that's not what I have. I've just been calling it allergies. Excess mucus. :(
Sure but is he blonde?
Purg pondered the words. The only half-orc he knew with tattoos on their face was Urnsul, and that would not be possible. There was no way Urnsul would betray the town. Was Urnsul's hair blonde? It was so short it was hard to remember.
Purg has an internal voice. You can see it on the page. It's not quite as chaos gremlin as other goblins because he was raised by civilized races. Nature vs Nurture.
Purg keeps his crossbow nearby, and loaded, not trusting that the enemies don't have anything else up their sleeves. Did they have sleeves? It didn't matter. They were not to be trusted. Wasn't anyone going to start questioning the bad people? Purg knew he shouldn't be the one to do it. He was a little. They need a big person to be all scary and make the people talk. Purg watched, making sure NOT to accidentally shoot and kill the enemies, since they were probably prisoners now. It would not do to shoot the prisoners.
Purg reloads, shuffling forward to get a better shot. The shot still isn't great, but he tries to fire at the one in the purple.
The shot flies well, and Purg is hopeful that he is still helping his team.
Purg considers telling Vethorm that it works better when you put the pointy bit in them, but then remembers that moments ago he shot a wall. He decides not to tell Vethorm that.
Purg tries to shoot at the foe that his mind dubs as "Green", hoping that he can get the bolt through the narrow crack between his allies and not hit any of them in the process.
Purg shoots perfectly, threading the proverbial needle and ruining Green's day, hopefully. The bolt sinks in fabulously, contrasting very well with his previous efforts to stop the people attacking his new friends.
Purg steps out from behind the wall, now that he's not alone for the fight. He takes cover instead behind Wild, and uses the new vantage point to fire his crossbow at one of the enemies not currently entangled with his friends.
Unfortunately, perhaps due to the fear of their numbers or simply being tired, Purg's shot goes extremely wide. Thankfully he does not shoot Wild or any of his allies in his haste.
For the second time in a day, Purg sees and hears things he doesn't quite believe, and is very sad to have to pull out his trusty companion and load it. He approaches where Omast disappeared, though not quite ready to go around the corner himself lest he wind up harmed.
Seeing his... friend? Was Vethorm a friend? Close enough. Seeing his friend come out of the loud drinking place, Purg leaves the wall behind and tries to keep pace. "Vethorm okay? Purg understand. As wise ones say, it not easy be green." Purg tries a smile, but between his soggy face and the fact that goblin smiles tend to be unnerving, it wasn't feeling right on his face for this particular time. "What we do now? Purg sleepy, but can keep going if we need to."
Vethorm very angry for an Orc.
Even outside, Purg hears the yelling. The heated voices weren't that surprising. Who wouldn't be mad in these situations? And drinking didn't help anything. Purg tried drinking once, it didn't go well. He had liked that shirt. At least he was able to use it as nose wipes after they washed it a few times and cut out the gunkiest parts. He really hoped there wasn't going to be a fight. He was useless in fistfights, and really didn't think a spear or a crossbow was the sort of thing you used in a bar fight. If there was a bar fight, was he expected to take part as a sober guard member? These were big questions. The sort of questions he could have asked Rod-Rick. But Rod-Rick was dead. Now who would Purg ask the questions? "My sadness is real. I have no tears for my eyes. My heart is heavy." It was not good Goblin poetry, but someone teach him about this type of poem. Some time it feel good to put feelings to words. Maybe Purg would have to use one of his nose wipes soon. "Why it never rain when Purg need it to?" He was suddenly very thankful that most of the people were in the bar, so he didn't have to explain things. Being a Goblin in a human settlement was very hard.
Purg doesn't like the fighting and so he stays just outside. Yelling in an enclosed area also hurt him, so it wouldn't do him any good to be in there anyway. Why did this sort of thing have to happen? Would Purg be safer if he was not in Trunau? No, it was very not-safe out there beyond the walls. Then again, it was not safe inside the walls right now. The world was a very scary place. Purg takes out some sticks and a very small pocket knife and begins whittling some wood into proper bolt-like objects. He'd have to put on the fletching later when he was in a proper station, but this kept his hands occupied so maybe his enormous Goblin brain could be quiet for a little while.
Purg looks curiously at Robin. "Purg live in Ramblehouse, with other small one." He thought he had said this before, but maybe it was not to Robin. "Usual very safe, except last night." Upon entering the tavern and seeing the disagreements in progress, Purg is glad that Vethorm was taking control of the situation. It would likely not have gone as well if Purg tried to talk to the big folk about their disagreements and drunk-ness.
Actually, I have a project I am working on where a goblin succubus would be funny. Well, funny to me. Any players would likely hate it. Everything is appealing to someone. There even some pervert hyoomie that like Goblin ladies.
Purg looks at the others. Sleep not at home? How could Purg sleep not at home? "No, Purg stay at home. Purg sleep with crossbow, and Purg hear everything... though Purg not hear much last night, but Purg sure he hear if anyone touch his door. Purg can big-lock door and window. If you worried can sleep in Purg room."
Purg has no problem as long as no one try kiss Purg.
Purg is not sure who he can talk to. He didn't have family like this so he didn't understand how to talk to people about these things. He surely doesn't feel up to talking to Omast. "Yes, Purg hungry... maybe good to rest for Purg."
Purg takes a deep breath. His chest and head both swell with the inhalation. "Purg go to party last night, party very fun and Purg very strong so pull over guard men. Help new adult girl do it. Also pull Vethorm because Purg very strong, like Purg say. Purg wake up today someone want Purg inves... look into Rod-Rick death but there not many clue except Rod-Rick kill with hope-knife but not Rod-Rick hope-knife because Rod-Rick give hope-knife to girlfriend but get new one made because he lose hers. ANYWAY, while we looking into the death of Rod-Rick we hear screaming because Purg have best ears. We go to wall and there wolves biting people! We take care of wolves and not many people get bit. Wolves may be rabid, but that concern for temple not Purg. Friends look into person who craft hope-knife also disappear, may be important may not. Omast very drunk because Rod-Rick die, Purg think this bad idea but not Purg place. So now we try to find out who let wolves in and if anyone know about person who stay at Ramblehouse only one night and probably kill Rod-Rick so we asking guards and that you." Purg falls down, and starts panting heavily.
Purg listens, and tries to keep it all straight. "Yes, these Purg friends. Well maybe friends. These people help Purg kill wolves and not let towns people die." He continues listening, taxing his already lacking patience. "Purg think maybe someone make wolves sleep, so we not hear wolves. Is only idea Purg has."
On Robin's arrival and questioning, Purg once again shakes his head. He was going to have to find a new way to indicate negative responses because this shaking was not good for his brain. "No, but we go talk to Kurst and maybe find who was on gate that let in wolf cages. Not know about Urnsul or Mystery Man. Who Urnsul?"
Purg's expert ears can hear the slurring that isn't just a Dwarven accent. He goes back to the original young man, and if need be he specifically takes him away from Omast. "Scuse Purg, but that man seem... not okay. Purg worried that man who sneak in and kill Rod-Rick also use wolves to create mess so he get away." The word diversion was definitely too big to use right now. "And Purg think maybe someone who have too much fun at party not do good job of watching gates." He tries very hard not to look at Omast as he says things, and he tried to get clear, but Purg is not the best at this. "What we know so far is some stranger come in, stay at Ramblehouse for one night, Rod-Rick die, wolves set loose, and no one seem know anything. This very bad."
Purg looks quizzically at the soldiery boy. "Did... did you not hears screaming of townsfolk? Someone set loose wolves inside walls. Maybe have rabies, maybe not. We not know how wolves get inside walls. Purg come to ask question and find answer. You have answer?" His tone is inquisitive, not accusatory. "Purg and friend have to kill bad wolves, some people get bit. Temple already helping them. We find cages where wolves were. Maybe someone remember seeing cart?"
Purg thinks, it's very difficult to keep thinking after all that had happened. Everyone else was chasing the knife, and the killer. What about the wolves? Those wolves could have killed someone. Robin had a good idea. He could go talk to the guard, maybe with someone like Vethorm. Vethorm had been good at talking so far, though not as good at thinking. |