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Ekindu hadn't signed yet. Still on the cusp of indecision. But as he saw all the others come forth, that certainly added pressure to join in. Still, he only stood and reflected for a while.
The Stableboy told his tale. The Kunite nearly left before having achange of heart. A newcomer signed as well. And the the mysterious one removed her hood. And he saw her lithe and graceful elven features. At the sight of her blue eyes, he spoke despite himself.
"Elaine Ettariel..." He heard himself say. Fortunately his voice was low. And perhaps no one had heard his words. They were from an elven poem. It's title and a sort of refrain. Ettariel the Beautiful. The story of an ancient elf maiden, born to parents of low standing in the social hierarchy, yet so entrancing to look upon that kings warred over her.
The goblin could find no fault with making such a comparison. And, inspired by the confident way she added her signature to the document, he decided. He added his name, Ekindu of the Zebul Tribe to the document as well.
Yeah, count me in.
And thanks Monk. Yeah, I know goblins are supposed to be... well, I guess stupid is the best word... but I just never saw the point. Ignorance is far from blissful. And knowledge is power, you know?
And thanks Monk. Yeah, I know goblins are supposed to be... well, I guess stupid is the best word... but I just never saw the point. Ignorance is far from blissful. And knowledge is power, you know?
Glory could help to get his family out of the slums just as much as gold could. And now he was being promised a king's share of both. ...To risk life and limb attempting to slay a dragon. He'd never even seen a dragon before. Sure, he'd heard tales of them, but what good was that when tales grew in the telling?
He'd have no problem handing over his coinpurse. It was his own coin, and he could hunt and cook in the wild. So the loss of it posed no immediate threat to his survival. Only to his comfort. And too much comfort might make one lazy.
The goblin turned to Kat. He looked right at her and posed his problems with her assessment of the dwarf. He sounded almost animal, as goblin voices often did. But his knowledge of less than honorable practices was sure to make him sound even more monstrous.
"Somehow, I don't think we're being conned. I mean really, he doesn't have any heavily armed men guarding the entrance. He doesn't have a lookout or even a side man. There are people sleeping upstairs. He cares about that. And if he were trying to scam us, and we found out, he might take down three of us tops before someone gutted him. Even a wet behind the ears amateur wouldn't be stupid enough to run a scam that looks like this."
Although, he had his feelings of indecision over the whole thing, they didn't stem from the same source that Kat's seemed to. Ekindu then turned back towards the dwarf and went on.
"Yet, I don't see how losing our coin together is going to magically put us all on equal footing. If your going to take something from us, Guringar, you should give us something as well. Something we'll need. Like knowledge about dragons."
He'd have no problem handing over his coinpurse. It was his own coin, and he could hunt and cook in the wild. So the loss of it posed no immediate threat to his survival. Only to his comfort. And too much comfort might make one lazy.
The goblin turned to Kat. He looked right at her and posed his problems with her assessment of the dwarf. He sounded almost animal, as goblin voices often did. But his knowledge of less than honorable practices was sure to make him sound even more monstrous.
"Somehow, I don't think we're being conned. I mean really, he doesn't have any heavily armed men guarding the entrance. He doesn't have a lookout or even a side man. There are people sleeping upstairs. He cares about that. And if he were trying to scam us, and we found out, he might take down three of us tops before someone gutted him. Even a wet behind the ears amateur wouldn't be stupid enough to run a scam that looks like this."
Although, he had his feelings of indecision over the whole thing, they didn't stem from the same source that Kat's seemed to. Ekindu then turned back towards the dwarf and went on.
"Yet, I don't see how losing our coin together is going to magically put us all on equal footing. If your going to take something from us, Guringar, you should give us something as well. Something we'll need. Like knowledge about dragons."
As the above member said, but with an affition of:
You just want to practice your own rapping and rhyme writing skills, huh?
You just want to practice your own rapping and rhyme writing skills, huh?
Desk Lamp said
See a walking, talking ninja turtle and no one bats an eye. See a walking, talking ninja dog and everybody loses their minds.
:) I see what you did there.
According to many an elderly drunkard, horses are such noble and proud animals that they will actually refuse to be ridden by a goblin. The truth of the matter, as you might have guessed, is much more rational. Goblins are too small for most breeds of horse to make an effective mount. It due to I the need for small, fast mounts that their tribes first began to domesticate dire wolves en masse, leading to the species known today as vargwolves.
Ekindu rode such a mount into the town of Toruka and tied his reigns outside of the Black Water Tavern. He went inside to find that he was merely the latest arrival in a rather eclectic group of treasure hunters. He also couldn't help but notice that he was in the presence of a few beautiful ladies, and a part of him began to feel as though he'd already struck gold.
Feeling ever more certain that he'd made the right decision, the goblin approached the center of the room and proudly announced in his raspy alto voice "Ekindu, of the Zebul Tribe, looking to join the expedition to The Spine. The one that's going to succeed where others have failed."
Ekindu rode such a mount into the town of Toruka and tied his reigns outside of the Black Water Tavern. He went inside to find that he was merely the latest arrival in a rather eclectic group of treasure hunters. He also couldn't help but notice that he was in the presence of a few beautiful ladies, and a part of him began to feel as though he'd already struck gold.
Feeling ever more certain that he'd made the right decision, the goblin approached the center of the room and proudly announced in his raspy alto voice "Ekindu, of the Zebul Tribe, looking to join the expedition to The Spine. The one that's going to succeed where others have failed."
According to many an elderly drunkard, horses are such noble and proud animals that they will actually refuse to be ridden by a goblin. The truth of the matter, as you might have guessed, is much more rational. Goblins are too small for most breeds of horse to make an effective mount. It due to I the need for small, fast mounts that their tribes first began to domesticate dire wolves en masse, leading to the species known today as vargwolves.
Ekindu rode such a mount into the town of Toruka and tied his reigns outside of the Black Water Tavern. He went inside to find that he was merely the latest arrival in a rather eclectic group of treasure hunters. He also couldn't help but notice that he was in the presence of a few beautiful ladies, and a part of him began to feel as though he'd already struck gold.
Feeling ever more certain that he'd made the right decision, the goblin approached the center of the room and proudly announced in his raspy alto voice "Ekindu, of the Zebul Tribe, looking to join the expedition to The Spine. The one that's going to succeed where others have failed."
Ekindu rode such a mount into the town of Toruka and tied his reigns outside of the Black Water Tavern. He went inside to find that he was merely the latest arrival in a rather eclectic group of treasure hunters. He also couldn't help but notice that he was in the presence of a few beautiful ladies, and a part of him began to feel as though he'd already struck gold.
Feeling ever more certain that he'd made the right decision, the goblin approached the center of the room and proudly announced in his raspy alto voice "Ekindu, of the Zebul Tribe, looking to join the expedition to The Spine. The one that's going to succeed where others have failed."
Then I, in turn, shall get to work on a first post.
CS on page 2 updated. Let me know if I'm out of line anywhere on it& I'll happily edit. Sorry it took so long. My day's been nuts.
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