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Memories, Insanity, and a Demon?; Open 1-2 people.
Topic Started: Tue Dec 10, 2013 1:20 am (923 Views)
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The woman woke up in the middle of the plains. She was 5' 8" and had long wavy gorgous black hair that flowed down to just above her knees. Her chest was exceedingly big for her size, her waist small and hips that seemed to match perfectly. There was no trace of fat or muscle and soft peral white skin that looked like it had never seen work or heavy sun even for a day. She was a male's fantasy. To the women all this just seemed annoying as all those things, just made it hard to move about without hurting herself.

It was night and there was a sliver of thee moon in the sky. Probably not long after a new moon. There was no one around and she couldn't remeber how she got there..... wait where was her clothes?...... She looked fratically around, but there was nothing but herself around. She was hidden in some tall grass, so she tried to calm down. The panic in her mind growing even as she tried to keep control. She tried to remeber anything and nothing came..... not even her name.... who was she????? The panic returning she trembled in fright for several minutes before she could make a move. She didn't know who she was or where she was, but her stomach grumbled and despite being scared out of her wits she needed to find something. Hopefully something to cover up with too she shivered as she slowly started moving through the tall grass.

The grass shifted each noise making her freeze in fear for a few minutes. After almost an hour she found the edge of what seemed to be a road. Her stomach growled even louder. Her soft skin was scratched even from just simple grass and she was feeling terrible. She was starving and certainly helpless. Still one piece of good news was a ratty old blanket that had fallen by the side of the road. She grabbed it and wrapped the half rotted thing around herself the best she could. There was no sign of a town in either direction and the road seemed like one little used given it seemed in heavy disrepair. She huddled down in the blanket that could only cover very little of her even when huddled. Still the small warmth was a blessing, but she was so faint and hungry. Practically starving really. With little strength left she just broke down and cried.

It was then she heard something moving near by and it was getting closer. Unable to hold it in any longer she simply screamed in fright. Tears still staining her face she turned to face whatever it was and could only pray it wouldn't try to kill her or at the very least would do it quickly.
Edited by redfiver, Tue Dec 24, 2013 10:09 pm.
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Glug was quite used to traveling to many different places on a regular basis. He liked to travel. It gave him a chance to be a bit of a prankster or to learn some new prank with which to annoy people. That gave him much amusement. He never meant anything by it but you’d be surprised how murderous people got when their hair suddenly fell out or turned blue. It wasn’t like he was doing anything dangerous, after all. Hair would grow back, glue could be scrubbed off (or peeled off), and blueberry juice was hardly difficult to remove. It washed right out!

…well, okay, after about three or four dozen tries. Still! It was nothing to be afraid of, and it certainly wasn’t anything to kill over. Even that bow-legged cat seemed rather ornery, however; he didn’t understand why, as he thought all cats liked to play with string. They got themselves tangle up in it often enough. Why shouldn’t he have some fun as well? Ah, well. He couldn’t please everybody, he supposed (or anybody, for that matter).

Tonight, he was skipping along while merrily humming a tune when a blood-curdling screech sent him flying into the air about twenty feet. When he came down, he did so on his head and rolled onto his buttocks. He rubbed his head and winced, and then he looked at the source of the alarm. It was some naked human girl wrapped in a blanket. She looked like she was crying.

“Now, whatcha hafta go an’ do that for?!” he demanded in Common. “Geez. Ya’d think people’d get over me bein’ a goblin after seein’ me s’many durned ol’ times but nooooooo. Aaaaaaaaalways the same thing with you humans: scream, run, then bring the soldiers, and bam! Another town I gotta split from ‘cause you lot can’t handle the sight o’ green skin.”

He sighed and shook his head as he stood. He brushed himself off, and then he walked calmly over to the woman. He was a rather odd-looking fellow. Standing only four-foot-six (hardly a runt but neither was he particularly tall for his species), he was athletically built and wearing a short-sleeved leather jerkin buttoned on the right side over a pair of somewhat dusty leather breeches. His somewhat fancy-looking boots were a bit scuffed as well; looking down at them as he walked, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to remember to write down a note so that he wouldn’t forget to remember to not forget to remember to go get them shined.

”I really need to do that,” he said in his native tongue to no one in particular as he gazed upon his pointy-toed boots.

Then he looked back up at the woman. He’d stopped just in front of her.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, again in Common. “Hi! I’m Glug!”

He grinned merrily and stuck his left hand out for the woman to shake.

“Whatcha cryin’ for? Need some company?”
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The girl quickly calmed down once she got a good look at the person and heard him talk. Still sniffiling she tried to calm down. He had called himself a goblin or was that his name.... well regardless he looked like an funny little fellow. Her voice even stressed sounded soft and pretty. "I...sniff.....I am sorry mister goblin. You scc...cared me. Sniff...When I heard you I thought it was something that would eat me......Sniff....What is soldiers anyways?" She almost broke into tears again and her stomach growled loudly betraying her hunger. She wasn't sure why, but this embaressed her and she blushed. She was also confused as she knew the word soldiers, but she couldn't place it with a thing. When she tought about it she didn't know what a town was, just that it was a good place to go for food stuff. It really made her fell helpless and frustrated the more she realized she just didn't know.

She then heard him talk about his boots not even realizing it was a different language. He also gave a name and asked if she needed help. She felt relieved at this offer of help and like a child seemed to be calming down at the first sign of anything comforting or seemingly safe. She shook his hand with hers a bit nervously as to her memory it was the first time she had ever shook a hand, but he did get a small start of a smile "Really need to do what? Wait your name is Glug? Then what is a goblin? As for why I am crying.... well I woke up alone and naked out here without food or clothes, I don't know where I am, actually I can't remember anything, not even who I am. I....I......" She shivered against a cold wind again and looked about ready to cry again unless something was done fast. Luckilly this probably wouldn't take much effort. For now her mind was wonderfully new and inoncent and if she wasn't in trouble she would probably be staring in wonder and facination at any new thing. It was odd she remembered how to talk and move, but she couldn't remember anything important. At least she wasn't alone now.
Edited by Zelothtith, Wed Dec 25, 2013 4:25 pm.
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Glug rolled his eyes.

”Oh, brudder,” he muttered.

This one was gonna be a real humdinger and a half. When she asked him what he really needed to do, he furrowed his brows for a moment. Then it dawned on him what she’d meant. He hadn’t realized that he’d spoken aloud. Oh, well. It was probably a quirky habit of his - like humming in his sleep (he seemed to do that a lot, according to Nak). Bad habits die hard, he supposed, although he didn’t consider talking to oneself a really bad habit. It might be a slightly annoying one. Then again, there were a lot of things that humans, elves, and elf-kin did that were really annoying, too. Everybody had their quirks.

“Oh!” he said to the girl in common. “Get my boots polished. And yeah, the name’s Glug and it’s me. I’m a goblin.”

He blinked rapidly at the girl as he realized what it was she had asked and what it was he was saying to her in reply. This girl didn’t know what a goblin was? Had she ever been outside of a town before? She was relatively far from one now - a good two-hour walk, at least. The road wasn’t very well-traveled but at least it was kinda visible, and people did traverse it occasionally. Where had this girl come from, he wondered?

The girl’s amnesia did explain a few things, though. For one, it explained why she was nude. Somebody must have had his way with her, and she’d blocked out everything as a defense mechanism (he’d heard people did that from a witch doctor); or perhaps she’d somehow survived a devastatingly powerful bit of magic and had wound up either being healed and running away out of fright when she woke up or was somehow physically immune to the magic or whatever. In any case, she’d somehow lost her memory and wound up here without any clothes.

Now, an ordinary man might be quite intrigued by this particular situation. A human or some similarly humanoid being might have ripped the blanket away from the girl with a wicked grin and maybe a laugh, and the girl might have become a victim for the second time (possibly in the same night, although he had no clue - and, obviously, neither had she). However, there were a few things wrong with this as far as Glug was concerned. First and foremost, he wasn’t a human or an elf or anything like that; he was a goblin. He was attracted to goblin women (and he’d had his share); he personally thought humans were too gangly and pale. Also, there was the fact that he liked the conversation as much as he did the pleasure that it sandwiched; he liked to get to know a girl, maybe buy her a few drinks, then have his fun and spend the rest of the evening chatting.

Hey, he might be a scoundrel, but he was a gentlemanly scoundrel.

Sort of.

Anyway, she wasn’t going to be much of a conversationalist if she couldn’t remember anything. There was also this weird human fetish that seemed to involve cold skin and open areas easily observed and passed through by other people. The way Glug saw it, certain things just were not done in public. He liked warm bodies and cozy rooms for his fun. This girl was going to freeze to death soon, and her skin was already as cold as ice; Glug had just about recoiled when he shook her somewhat stiff, half-frozen hand. As it was, she appeared to have the faintest bluish tinge to her flesh.

“Listen, girl,” he said to her at last, “I can get a fire going but that’s not gonna help you much, now is it? We gotta find somethin’ ta cover you up with. I don’t have nothin’ in my pack ta give ye or I would, an’ my bedroll’s hardly made fer you tallfolk. I think there’s a merchant aroun’ here somewheres but I don’t have clue where he’s camped at. The trees are too thick to see smoke from a fire anyway. So if you got a clue as ta where he’s at, tell me. Then you can get somethin’ on ya an’ we can chat for a while - maybe even get some fresh stew or fish or somethin’, if he’s got any. It’ll be my treat.

“It’s Midwinter, after all!” he finished with a grin.

Glug put out a hand to help the poor girl up.
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When he first responded he mentioned shining shoes... she understood that at least. It seemed she remembered some things. She looked at him curiously while he thought about things. So this was a goblin. She couldn't remember anything so she decided to learn as much as she could starting now.

When offered the hand she took it and slowly got up with Glug's help. She seemed to shake some more, but with a little help was able to keep moving a bit. Her legs felt stiff and she cringed at the pain of moving in the cold. Still at least this goblin named Glug was helping her. She looked about and didn't see anything particular. Shaking her head she answered, "Nnn..nno I do not know were to find a merchant. What is a merchant? I guess we should just go where ever you think is best. I don't know anything at least you know this place yes? Actually where are we?..... Oh and thank you."

She kept her eyes peeled for signs of anything as they moved. She hopped they could find this merchant, whatever that is, but if it meant clothes that was good. Plus fire sounded nice though she couldn't bring up any memory besides that it was warm. She sort of wished Glug had made one know, but he sounded like he knew what he was talking about so she trusted him.

OOC: Feel free to keep going until you find the merchant or something that will help. Will at least get her clothed before the crazy possessed people start showing up.
Edited by redfiver, Thu Dec 26, 2013 4:15 am.
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Unfortunately, as short as he was, Glug wasn’t much help in getting the girl on her feet. He did throw his weight into it, though, pulling her forward more with momentum and the force of her own movement than with any kind of strength. Oh, Glug wasn’t weak; however, neither was he much of a direct fighter. He was more of a ranged combatant than anything. He was decent with the bow and the crossbow, and he could throw a snowball with a fair amount of accuracy. He was even pretty good at putting his body in just the right position to make the most of the steel-plate buckler he wore, thus allowing him to utilize its innate offensive arcanum that much more effectively. But when it came to swords, axes, staves, and other such melee weaponry, he was nigh useless.


It helped that he also had a bit of goblin magic to aid him, though that wasn’t saying much. Then again, it never was. A few spells were all he knew. He had used his bow mostly to hunt small game, and he had only really fought off a few wayward halflings who fancied they were heroes trying to take down a foul greenskin. Personally, Glug thought they were the foul ones. At least he could scratch his feet without pulling on curly hairs that ought not to be in such a place.


Glug found his thoughts - and his footfalls - grinding to a sudden halt when the woman asked what a merchant was, of all things. Now, okay…a goblin, he could understand. Maybe the girl had never actually seen a goblin before, and maybe she didn’t often (if ever) read or hear tales about them. Maybe she wasn’t a rumormonger, and maybe she had no interest at all in gossip. Glug could certainly understand that, although it was definitely a first for him and a very odd thing to think about.


But a merchant?! HAD THIS GIRL BEEN HIT IN THE HEAD OR WHAT?!


”Are you completely daft, girl?!” he demanded of her, forgetting for the moment that he knew the Common Tongue.

When he realized that she was still walking, he hurried to catch up.

Then he recalled his Common.

“I mean, did your head just get carved? I know you’ve got some kind o’ memory thing but…”

Glug shook his head and sighed.

Deeply.

“Look for branches snapped clean in two,” he said to the girl, “or grass flattened. It’ll mean there’s a wagon what’s passed by not long ago.”
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The girl tried to focus on moving for the most part though she did feel bad when he called her daft. Wait did it mean stupid... that sounded right, but she still wasn't sure. She didn't know exactly what it meant, but she knew it wasn't good. The other question she didn't understand at all. What did carved mean.... Oh well he at least seemed to tell her what to look for. She did manage to connect those words to things. She didn't see anything at first and decided to apologize for not understanding things.

"Sorry if I am giving you trouble. I don't mean to be like this. I know some of these words, but when I try to put them to things I just can't make a connection.... I am sor....achooo" She sneezed hard and shivered again against a new gust of wind.

When she lifted her head she did see something in the distance a patch of grass seemed flattened near a small grove of trees, but she wasn't sure if this is what they were looking for. Looking a little excited in the hope she might find some place warm she pointed out the spot.

".... wait I think I see something down the road near that grove. Looks like some flattened grass, though I don't know if it was made by a wagon.... whatever that is."
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What could possibly have made this girl lose so much of her memory that she had forgotten what most things were, not just certain things? A simple knock to the head would not have done it. It would have had to be a tremendous blow, yet there was no damage to her skull that the goblin could see. Perhaps she had healed or been healed, yet when he sniffed, she did not smell magical. The healing would have had to take place some time ago, as would have the incident, for the smell to be gone completely. It just didn’t make much sense, unless the blow itself had been arcane in nature.

Ah…yes, that had to be it. Of course! It made sense now. There were a lot of mind-altering spells out there, many of which were known by such creatures as Illithids (the goblin couldn’t suppress a shudder at the very thought of those terrifying, squid-like creatures) and the Drow. If her mind had somehow been addled by magic, it might be that some of the most fundamental things that one encounters throughout her life might have been forgotten. She might even be reduced to the possession of a child’s mind. If that was the case…

The girl seemed to have the good sense to apologize. The goblin hadn’t meant to be so grouchy but neither had he expected to be so completely astonished by an elf, of all things. The fact that she didn’t even know what a merchant was had taken him completely by surprise and had put him off his guard for a moment. It was nothing that could be helped by either the elf maiden or the goblin but still…

When she saw the flattened grass, the goblin moved forward to check it out. Aye, the grass had been flattened along two distinct paths; they were the wheels of a wagon, or perhaps a wheelbarrow at the very least. But no, this was definitely a wagon; it had to be, considering the breadth of the tracks. There were some stones pressed into the depressions created by the passage of the wheels, and it seemed that the grass had yet to spring back; part of that was most likely due to the cold. Frozen grass meant a much slower response time. Still, Glug ventured a silent guess that the wagon had gone off the road.

Such was the practice of many wagons, especially with so many recent attacks on them throughout Imythess. Such thievery had become so common, in fact, that even Glug was wary. He had left his clan back in the city because they were heading a bit further south than he, and his passage to the runesmith’s study required that he be alone. None of the others had wished to go, and the runesmith didn’t like goblins much anyway. Oh, he dealt with them when they had the gold to pay for his services - but he wasn’t about to let a whole clan of goblins (however small it might be) traipse through his study just so that one of them could pay a measly fee to get an arcane tattoo.

His solitary journey, it seemed, was no longer solitary.

“Let’s go, girl,” he said to the elf maiden.

He began to follow the trail, and he wouldn’t have been at all surprised if it was another hour before they found the wagon’s camp.
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The girl followed meekly after the goblin seeming to be happy just to follow though she still shivered from time to time. She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep going, but she knew she had to. When she felt weak she reached to hold Glug's hand like a lost child might when seeking the comfort of their elders.

As they walked Glug might also notice that small scratches and such on the girl's skin were actually slowly healing over time and some that had been their at the start were now gone. She was still cold and obviously in danger, but clearly some sort of magic was on this girl.

Feeling the need to keep distracted she asked, "Mister Glug could you maybe talk or tell me about things. The silence is scary and I want to know about things again."

About thirty minutes into following the trail of the wagon she stumbled and seemed to blank out for a moment standing their wide eyed as if not seeing anything. At the same time a ghostly figure of what looked to be a clearly elven wizard appeared for the same brief moment. It mouthed the word 'Protect', but there was no sound before it disappeared a split second latter. The girl seemed to come back just after it had vanished. She just looked puzzled as if wondering why they had stopped moving.
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After perhaps ten or fifteen minutes, the goblin thought to check behind him. The girl was still following. There was something…off…about her…something that he couldn’t quite place. It was as though something was missing. Wounds, perhaps…he thought he had seen some scars on the girl’s body but perhaps he had been wrong. He mentally shrugged, consciously forgetting about it for the time being. He had to focus on getting her to that wagon, first and foremost. The trail was difficult to follow, yet he managed well enough; the tracks were easy enough to spot where there was grass in which to spot them, yet there were a number of places were spongy moss or bare dirt were given way to by the grass. The occasional broken twig or disturbed bit of rock, however, told the tale of the cart’s passage. They had to shift their course twice, for they were clearly following a wagon master - not just some random merchant that didn’t know the difference between his rear end and a hole in the ground.

When the girl asked him to tell her things, he wasn’t certain what to say at first. After a moment, he told her what sort of quest he was on. That led into a moose trail about his very small clan - Hork (who was always trying to beat Bajir into submission), Bajir (who was always trying to kill Hork), Grog, Grig, Grug, Pak, Pik, Nak (he was the chubby, dumb, yet quiet and nice one), Dak, Dilk, Frik, and Frak. Then there were the womenfolk, although they were usually just passers-through that happened to want a goblin man for a night or three; they usually ended up sticking around, although the clan hadn’t had any permanent female members in more than twenty years. Most of the guys just had their fun with a lass and moved on.

When the girl stumbled, the goblin was too busy staring at the sudden apparition to notice. The word he mouthed took Glug a few moments to work out, for he was a lot better at Common when it was - y'know - spoken aloud. When he did, and when the apparition had vanished, he looked back at the girl. She seemed confused. He scratched his chin for a moment.

“You’ve got some strange magic about ye, girl,” he said to her.

He pondered her for a moment longer, and then he made a quiet decision to do what he could to protect her. For the most part, he couldn’t care less about humans or elves; they tended to hate him. He was usually indifferent. But he certainly didn’t want some ghost after his green behind so he supposed it was best to push on.

When he found a large branch that had fallen across the narrow path, he stopped briefly to examine it. Yeah…the merchant had been this way, all right. He’d had to cut the branch to get through; it would have torn up his wagon’s axles somethin’ awful if he hadn’t.

“We’re close,” he said aloud. “Come on.”
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The girl enjoyed listening to Glug and his tales she found them interesting and she had no other knowledge about goblins, so it all sounded fascinating to her.

After the ghostly figure had appeared and gone the girl was confused by Glug's first comment even more. She had no memory of the things and thought they had just been walking normally and suddenly stopped. She looked simply puzzled anc confused as not sure how to respond. "Magic me???? That sounds important what is magic?"


She watched him inspecting a branch and was about to asking what he was doing when he said they were getting close. Excited to finally be reaching their destination she tried to hurry herself along a bit faster. She actually pulled ahead of the Goblin and rounded a small corner directly into the edge of merchant's camp. She saw a warm fire and she started to walk towards it eager to find some warmth. She also saw a man sitting with his back to her next to the fire. What she didn't see was a dwarf who came into view with a terrifying (to her at least) looking axe. "Hey who are you? What do you want?" The dwarf was obviously a guard or something, but she had no clue about these things and immediately ran and hid behind Glug, even if this looked a tad ridiculous with a human crouching behind a goblin in fear. She hopped he would be able to calm down the scary person.

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The goblin grumbled unintelligibly as they moved forward. The girl was asking what magic was now. However, at least that almost made sense. There were certain people who didn’t know anything about magic because they’d never been exposed to it; a number of villages on the Debon Plains were like that. What she was asking might sound irritably odd to him but at least it was a question he didn’t feel too annoyed by to answer. The question was tedious, though, and he wished he didn’t have to answer it - but if the girl was truly that forgetful, either by her will or that of another, she ought to know something about it.

“It’s the ability to affect the world around ye without physically touchin’ it,” he said to her. “Relies on mana. Ye can’t see mana most o’ the time but some folks can feel it. Me, I can smell it if it’s strong enough. Goblin blood, an’ all that. Four basic elements - fire an’ water oppose one another, then there’s earth an’ air. Light an’ darkness…life an’ death…eh…I’unno what else. Holy and infernal, I guess. Anyway, let’s just say you got mana rollin’ off o’ you like an avalanche comin’ down on m’head. Smells kinda like apples, real strong, mixed with rotten eggs. Weirdest smell I ever had the displeasure o’ scentin’.”

Finally, after nearly twenty minutes, they neared the clearing. The girl ran off ahead and was almost immediately accosted by a dwarf. As the much shorter goblin came into view, he called out to the merchant in a dry tone. Said merchant was halfway turned around when a grin started to spread.

“Got a new lackey, eh Burgess?”

”Aye, an’ ‘e’s a bit of a brawler.”

“Only a bit?”

The merchant chuckled at that and told the dwarf to sit back down. He did so, grumbling and eyeing the pair.

“Need some clothes, Burgess,” the goblin said to the merchant, “somethin’ fer this girl here. Says she woke up with no memory out on the road. She got mana rollin’ off her somethin’ awful, like real strong apples an’ rotten eggs.”

Burgess hurried to get something for her and offered the pair his fire. The red-and-orange blaze wasn’t very large but it was certainly taller than the goblin. The merchant, a fire mage that had never been quite powerful enough to become a fully fledged wizard, had left Striberg’s Academy of Magic years ago. He was in his forties now and still practiced every now and again, usually with the result of starting a fire somebody else had to put out.

The goblin sat down at gave the merchant a sidelong look.

“Saw spectre, Burge,” he said to the merchant.

The merchant was surprised and asked where.

“On the road,” he said, “said ‘protect’, though I only saw its lips move. Looked like some kinda wizard or somethin’. Only thing I can figger is it was talkin’ about this lass ‘ere.”

He jerked his thumb at the girl as the merchant finished putting together some warm attire. He pulled out a screen and set it up for the girl to get dressed behind. Burgess then sat down, watching the screen nervously. He certainly didn’t want the girl to freeze to death. He was just as puzzled by the spectre as Glug was, though. Whatever had happened, he came to the same conclusion that the goblin had: magic was involved with whatever kind of blow to the head that this girl had taken.

“Doesn’t even remember things like wagons and merchants or magic or goblins,” Glug said.

The merchant shook his head with a sad look upon his face, clearly mourning for the woman’s memory.

”What can be done?”

The goblin sneered.

“You’re asking me?”

”Well…”

“I ain’t no mage, you know that,” he said. “Oh, I know some magic, but I’m a hunter - and not even big game. You got any coffee?”

”Oh, right, yeah…sure, sure,” he said, distracted by his concern for the girl.

The merchant got some coffee going.

“It’s cold…sorry. I didn’t drink it all and I certainly didn’t expect company. Shouldn’t be too long, though.”

The goblin shrugged.

”Certainly cold tonight,” the merchant said, making small talk.

“Mhm,” the goblin replied.
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The girl was interested in how magic was described. It sounding very interesting and she wished she could understand it, but she wasn't sure she liked how the Goblin described her scent.

She was very happy when Glug managed to get the scary man with the axe to back away and was even more glad when she was able to approach the fire. The warmth felt wonderful even from a slight distance. She was even more happy when she was handed some warm clothes to change into. She stepped behind the screen and started to put things on. She started with some under clothes. Oddly she found it difficult to put on as if it was her first time. That didn't make much sense to her, but she eventually figured it out. She moved on to put on the rest, but some how the entire experience felt new. She shook her head ignoring the odd feelings and was just happy to get things on. Unsurprisingly at this point it probably took her several times longer than a normal person to get dressed.

When she did step out she looked much more presentable, though the clothes hanged at awkward angles in places, much like a child's would at times. However, on her body this some how seemed enticing even if it was clearly unintentional. If someone told her of this she could probably fix it with some help or instructions. She came over to the fire and sat down. She smiled at the person called Burgess, "Thank you for your help and this warm fire. I don't suppose I could have something to drink or eat too could I? I do no want to ask to much. I can not pay you, I am sorry.... actually not sure why I said that, but I seem to remember that being appropriate or something. What does pay mean.... and the word gold comes to mind too?"

She was very happy to finally be somewhere safe and if she got a little food and drink she would fell very good indeed. Being without memories was still scary, but being near death was very much more so. She also began to wonder who she was. Now that things were getting better she didn't really want to be called 'The Girl' forever. She at least wanted to know her own name and began thinking very hard on it. Sadly nothing was coming to her mind and she wondered if it was better to just get a knew one until she could remember or find her real one.

If even an apprentice mage did a close analysis he would find residue of some powerful spell that had hints of many forms of magic. Draconic, Elven, Celestial and demonic powers all at very high levels and complexities. A person with a bit more talent might notice it was some form of ward or seal.
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The longer the goblin smelled the girl’s innate magic, the more he began to wonder what sort of odd concoctions this girl had been drinking. Apples and rotten eggs remained the strongest scents but there were numerous underlying smells that he couldn’t quite place. He sniffed a few times, his nose trying to determine what they were without him really being aware of it; well, he was half-aware. Mostly, he was just waiting for the merchant to heat up the jack-tongued* coffee.

When the girl mentioned not really knowing anything about coin, the merchant and the goblin shared a look. A snort came from somewhere behind them as the dwarf shook his head in disbelief and turned toward the path he was guarding. Glug ignored him, as did the merchant. Burgess smiled and told the girl that she was more than welcome to stay the night and travel with him into town. Of course, the fact that her clothes were quite askew…well, the merchant had already been desperately trying to avoid ogling her. Now that she was dressed, it was only marginally easier. The goblin just stared.

This girl’s like a babe, the goblin thought to himself in his native tongue.

Finally, he shook his head and sighed.

“So Burge, who’s the stiff?”

”Oh, that’s Arcsythe. He’s a battlerager from Stonehold, one of the Deep Cities. He doesn’t like goblins much but he won’t attack you if I order him not to - and if he does...”

The merchant grinned broadly.

”You remember that crossbow I showed you a few months ago?”

The goblin chuckled.

“Fondly,” he said with a grin. “Still jealous.”

Still grinning, the merchant nodded. Finally, the coffee pot started to get warm. He took it out of the fire and set it next to it.

”Coffee should be ready shortly,” he said.

The goblin nodded.

”So gold,” he continued, to the girl this time, ”you don’t have to worry about it. Not with me anyway.”

The goblin rolled his eyes. He knew what was coming.

”See, I’m a fair man. I like the company. Now, you…you’re a pretty girl. Pretty girls always need protectors, right? So my thinking is, you keep me company and I protect you! And Arcsythe protects me, of course. And Glug, there…well, he’s quite a foe. Nothing will touch our little group! What say you, fair lass? I mean, I can hardly match up to YOU, of course. You have the most wonderful skin and your hair is gorgeous, after all, and those eyes…oh! How they captivate me! With my wits and your charm, m’lady, we can do anything!”

“Oh, brother,” the goblin muttered.

”Ah, but first you need a name, my dear! Hm. We shall have to come up with a pretty one.”

“How about Girl?”

The look the merchant gave him was nothing short of daggers, yet the goblin stared right back. He knew what the merchant was playing at. The man was like a rabbit; he was always trying to get an heir out of someone. The merchant looked away first, and he continued trying to come up with “a beautiful name for a beautiful girl”. All the while, he was gathering some meat and cheese and bread and fruit for her.

Unsurprisingly, he forgot about the coffee. Glug, of course, had to get it for himself.

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The girl was surprised by the man's generosity, but like a child that sometimes felt something off she was puzzled by his actions. Why was he acting that way and looking at her so much. It made her feel uncomfortable. The oddest thing was part of her felt like this was how things were and she should acept them another part didn't want any part of whatever it was.

She still didn't know what to say when the subject of her name came up. She pouted when Glug mentioned calling her girl. She decided to say as much sounding a little miffed, "I.... I would like a name, but Girl is not a name mister Glug.". She gave one more hurmph like a child prending to be angry, but really wanted their parents attention more. She was angry with Glug, but not really.


She turned to the Burgess whom seemed to want to give her a pretty name. She liked that idea she wanted a pretty name. Still at the same time the way Burgess looked at her a little hesitant, which just gave her a shy look. "What sort of name were you thinking of Mister Burgess? I like the sound of a pretty name. Oh and can you explain what you talked about before. Why does a pretty girl need protection? What does keeping you company mean? I feel like it means more than just sitting around here and talking. I do want to help you for all your kindness, but I need to understand more thing first I think. Maybe I can lift boxes or something. I think I remeber that being something you could do to help people.".

The pure inocence of ignornace comming off of her that moment was almost sickening. She truely had no idea, but it was also becoming clear she probably wouldn't understand or want any of the more adult methodes of compensation. It was even more clear as she seemed to unconciously covered herself with her arms in a protective fasion. Even memory could not stop the basics of instinct.

Still it was also clear the idea of her lifting even small objects was rediculous. She was not built for hard labor of any sort. In fact this look was most comon in the rich and nobility of the land. Still like any child she wanted to do something and be useful to those around her.

When given some food and drink she quickly ate it showing no signs of even a commoner's maners. She simply didn't know of such things and again would have to be taught or left to eat like a starved animal.

A russeling sound formed at the edge of perception. Probably just an anmimal or something, but the body gaurd was ready in case it wasn't. He stopped a few feet away to get a better look at whatever it was that had created the noise.
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