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Fimbulvetr
 
PostPosted: Tue, Feb 21 2017, 11:50 AM 

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This notice is strung on hide, hanging from a beam above the bar area at the back of the Caves.

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Calling All Goblins

Too long have Goblins hidden in burrows, allowing the mad-filth to run wild in our territory. They gibber and shriek in their void-between-worlds. Goblins must find our spines. Goblins must push them out.

Goblins, the chosen of Fiery Eyes, Battle Lord of Clangor. His army.
Goblins must push invaders back, into the ground whence they came.

Goblins, His Horde without number.

Rise, or Fall.

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Last edited by Fimbulvetr on Wed, Feb 22 2017, 13:20 PM, edited 1 time in total.

 
      
SamTheGiantSlayer
 
PostPosted: Tue, Feb 21 2017, 12:14 PM 

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A crooked, hooded figure that often dwelled within the Brokentooth Caves hobbles about with the aid of her gnarled branch to see this notice hanging; an agitated chitter echoes along the dank cavern walls, a warty and taloned finger crooking out to line beneath the messy symbols. The creature mumbles to herself.

"Bloody Goblins forming up armies. They'd better clean this dump up, first."

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Fimbulvetr
 
PostPosted: Tue, Feb 21 2017, 12:25 PM 

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Should the mysterious hag be paying attention to her surroundings, she may note a few changes. In the Temple Chamber of Maglubiyet, warded by glyphs of order are a number of thick, mages jars. Inside of which purple crystal pulsates angrily; taken from some alien place.

Should she linger in the temple, she would perhaps find a miserable bag of secrets, sown from humanoid faces and branded with vile holy sigils. None would stop her reading it. But, it's removal would likely irk the High Priest.

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thetangerinetornado
 
PostPosted: Tue, Feb 21 2017, 14:23 PM 

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A tall, foreboding presence enters the back room cloaked in dark wispy shadows, as it had many times before. Seeing the notice it deftly leaps upon the nearest table and studies the writing. A deep gravelly chuckle of bemusement emanates from the presence. Then suddenly, it throws off the shadows with a flourish of a golden hued cape, revealing a Hobgoblin clad in well tailored leathers with a long blade at his hip. A tightly cinched tribal mask obscures many of his facial features. He draws a small blade and runs it across his left palm, rubbing a finger in the blood he scrawls upon the notice in the goblin language:

WAR IS NIGH

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SamTheGiantSlayer
 
PostPosted: Tue, Feb 21 2017, 14:57 PM 

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The putrid Hag would indeed turn to hobble about and inspect, seeking the source of this rabble rousing. Upon seeing the leather bags so creatively sewn of unfortunate victims, she belts a dissonant cackle.

"Getting creative, I see..."

With her walking aid she limps off into a secluded chamber, where any manner of vexating chitters, rumbles, and shrieks could be heard.

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Fimbulvetr
 
PostPosted: Tue, Feb 21 2017, 15:51 PM 

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Like some kind of crooked, green-skinned muse Snikt looked on as the hobgoblin rose onto the table to scrawl his addition to the message. For the moment he said nothing, sipping a goblin brew as he regarded the soldier from beneath his hood. From the long blade to the creature's build, weighing up his assumed skill and usefulness.
An overlarge grin spread across his lips as he sat shrouded beneath a cloak.

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The crystals are truly strange, as the Hag observed. The interior of the flasks filled with a thick, purple fog which seemed to emanate from the shards themselves. The fog, contained behind the wards, flickered occasionally as though angry at it's captivity, pulsing with bluish forks of miniature lightening.
As she inspects them, she might note a horrific alien-looking creature preserved in a sealed flask of sour wine. The gibberslug, appearing to the unknowing, a vile larvae with mandibles for puncturing the skin. Like a fat, stunted and mutated ragworm. A black slime clinging to it's surface despite the vinegar it was floating in.

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PostPosted: Tue, Feb 21 2017, 18:52 PM 

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SamTheGiantSlayer wrote:
The putrid Hag would indeed turn to hobble about and inspect, seeking the source of this rabble rousing. Upon seeing the leather bags so creatively sewn of unfortunate victims, she belts a dissonant cackle.

"Getting creative, I see..."

With her walking aid she limps off into a secluded chamber, where any manner of vexating chitters, rumbles, and shrieks could be heard.



From the depths of the secluded chamber the titanic bellowing of the caves more thunderous resident can be heard!

"(Giant) Little meat bags futhin bigger meat bags? Fleknar smash toos!"

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Fimbulvetr
 
PostPosted: Wed, Feb 22 2017, 11:36 AM 

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Snikt returned after a day's hunting and 'negotiating', the Goblin wandering up to a board, comprised of a few bits of half-rotting driftwood nailed to a post and used a dagger to affix a note of crude vellum. Naturally written in the twisted runes of his own language:-



Goblin Armoury:-12 Shirts of Chain, best crafted - Ordered Complete

12 Goblin Bows, best crafted -

12 Quiver of Arrows -

24 Poisons, for blades and arrows -

12 Shortspear, best crafted -

12 Dagger, best crafted -



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Hearing rumours of giant rumblings in the caves, Snikt squinted into the darkness. A nervous snicker spilling from his lips as he shuffled his way to the Temple to check the wards on those strange jars, "Soon, we crush them... Soon."

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Vyranna 'Vyr' d'Mere - Ex-Knight of Benwick

Snikt Blackfang - Champion of Maglubiyet


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Richard_Edmund
 
PostPosted: Wed, Feb 22 2017, 18:36 PM 

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A powerfully built woman in red and gold armour is seen leaving a crate addressed to Snikt brokentooth. As it was not locked there were twelve chain shirts inside for anyone curious enough to peek at it. Pausing only to tell the guards who the crate was intended for, the woman departed leaving a trail of unconscious goblins in her wake as she returned to the city.

// Didn't find a donations chest in the cave, so will give it to you in game.

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Fimbulvetr
 
PostPosted: Wed, Feb 22 2017, 18:53 PM 

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Snikt grinned ear to ear as he beheld the chest on his return from the temple, squinting as he forced his eyes to read the horrible common tongue; so impure after writing the holy texts he'd been working on since checking the jars. He pried off the lid, chattering as he shook out a shirt of masterwork chain!
He looked outside, snorting at the goblins that she'd left in her wake, "Fools.." He rasped, lazily looking to the guards nearby. "... Is leaving Warlord come and go.." Pointing a gnarled finger at the nearest goblin she'd almost pommel bashed from existence. "... Is dangerous," He smirked, slyly. "Is useful."

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He spent the next hour arranging the new armour onto the goblin's crude racks, marked with the twisted runes for 'War Supply'.

(( See you IC!))

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PostPosted: Thu, Feb 23 2017, 1:43 AM 

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The dark and foreboding presence strides up to the notice and glares at it before scratching out another message, this time in a viscous unknown fluid produced from a vial at his belt.


There are many types of poison. Be specific.

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Fimbulvetr
 
PostPosted: Thu, Feb 23 2017, 11:06 AM 

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The message on the list of items, was changed! Snikt rasping softly as he jabbed some specifics onto his message.

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PostPosted: Fri, Nov 02 2018, 0:26 AM 

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*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrist nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*

Where are our armies? The Blood War has yet to be won!

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PostPosted: Sun, Nov 04 2018, 4:34 AM 

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*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrist nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*

We cannot allow Orcs to continue to infest the nearby frontier. The Mighty One calls us to battle!

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thetangerinetornado
 
PostPosted: Fri, Nov 09 2018, 6:11 AM 

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*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrists nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*

Weakness is shame. No longer shall we cower in our caves.

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thetangerinetornado
 
PostPosted: Sat, Nov 10 2018, 16:36 PM 

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*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrists nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*

Rise up in hatred for the Orckin and join me in bloodlust! Cowardice is the road to damnation.

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PostPosted: Sun, Nov 11 2018, 10:47 AM 

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*The war cries become regular conversation amongst the goblinoids of Brokentooth Cave... a sway perhaps underway*

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PostPosted: Sat, Nov 17 2018, 4:24 AM 

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*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrists nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*

Disgrace the race at your own peril. He sees. He knows.

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thetangerinetornado
 
PostPosted: Tue, Nov 20 2018, 18:12 PM 

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*A partially clothed hobgoblin carrying an iron banded wooden pole as thick as his wrists nails a crudely scribed parchment to the wall by Kroppo’s Bar*

Orckin are two legged pigs. They squeal in delight while torturing goblinkin. When do we exact our revenge?

*he enters and exits the cave often, always returning to Kroppo's where he grimly slams a gauntlet clad fist against the wall near his latest missive, looking about the room for supporters*

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