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| Glug Photall | Fri Dec 27, 2013 9:22 pm Post #16 |
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The goblin sighed as Burgess continued doling out the compliments. He started moving closer and closer toward the girl, and the dwarf was trying very hard to ignore the sickening displays of both lust and innocence. Burgess said he would have to think about a name for her as the goblin snorted in derision. The merchant told her to just ignore the silly goblin, as he didn’t know about such things. In response to her questions, however, the merchant began to tell her that a pretty girl was a target for many evil people, and one such as him would be a staunch defender of her in all her glory. The goblin was about to say something as the merchant got close enough to reach out a hand toward the girl’s leg when he heard a rustling nearby. The dwarf was on his feet in an instant, and Glug - though he didn’t turn around - now kept a sharp eye and ear attuned to his surroundings. He did not like being snuck up on; actually, he was usually the one doing the sneaking - but that was beside the point. Burgess was completely ignorant of the rustling, of course. He was a shrewd merchant but essentially an idiot beyond his ability to squeeze every last coin out of people. The goblin would be paying come morning, and then he would head out - but what he heard next told him he might not have the chance to pay (or survive until morning if he didn’t keep his wits about him). A strangled cry behind Glug made him whirl about. He saw nothing at first. When the dwarf collapsed, however, he saw the ground beginning to run red; a massive hole from his front to his back seemed to be the source of the blood, and that hole had apparently split the dwarf nearly in two. His torso seemed to have been ripped in half, leaving only his groin to connect one side of his body with the other, yet the culprit was nowhere be found. “BURGESS!” Glug hissed as he stood quickly. His bow was out and an arrow was knocked in half the time it took an eye to blink. Without even a moment’s notice, he could put one of his Winter’s Talons into a foe and ready another. He hoped it would not come to that, as he wasn’t in the mood to…well…actually, after watching the merchant’s display, he kind of was in the mood to kill something. Fortunately, his loud whisper to the merchant had been vehement enough that it had gotten his attention (though the goblin wasn’t entirely certain how long that would last). When Burgess saw the dwarf lying dead, he uttered a cry and stood quickly as well. He fumbled with a short sword but if whomever it was that had killed the dwarf struck from the shadows again, Burgess would be dead long before he had drawn steel even halfway. |
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Fri Dec 27, 2013 9:50 pm Post #17 |
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The girl got more nervous as Burgess aproached her. He didn't give her a name, but continued talking about all these things she didn't understand. "I don't know about this.... maybe I don't need a name after all...... When he touched her leg she recoiled in fright as if from a viper and a hand slapped the merchant. Saddly she had no strength and her hands were soft. Even a weak man wouldn't pay such a strike much attention. It seemed like luck when she heard Glug call to Burgess. Glug was still on her side right he certainly had never been creepy like Burgess. It was then she saw what was happening. Seeing the dead dwarf she simply screamed and fainted dead away. Seeing something horrible like that was just too much. A large farhand stepped out with a massive cleaver positioned as both weapon and shield. He martched twoards the men a wicked laughter pealing out. "Blood blood find the blood." He kept repeating it as moving forward the blaxde glowed black and Glug could probably smell extreamly strong demon magic and blood lots of blood. Dried blood, rotten blood, and even fresh blood. A second man snuck up behind bugress a skinnier man, but also looking like a fram hand. Another cleaver raised to cut the merchant down. This blade also reaking of demon magic and blood though weaker than the first. Burgess would catch the blade in time, but cleavers cut through stone without a problem and these men would ignore all wounds until completely dead. Luckily the girl was only out for a few moments and would probably wake after the first strike and would folow quickly if told to run, but she would be hestitant to run off alone and especially not with Burgess.[/color] Edited by Zelothtith, Fri Dec 27, 2013 10:00 pm.
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| Glug Photall | Fri Dec 27, 2013 10:27 pm Post #18 |
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The scream made Glug wince, and when he glanced back at the girl, he almost rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time. Faster than the cleaver could be raised, the goblin turned and loosed his frozen shaft at the…thing…that was attacking Burgess. The way Burgess was moving, it grazed his arm before slamming into the thing’s shoulder. Burgess, weak man that he was, cried out and moved away from his attacker. The goblin had already rounded on the one that had come from the merchant’s path into the clearing, however, and shot another Winter’s Talon right into the thing’s stomach. It didn’t even seem to feel it, much to the goblin’s chagrin. Two more slammed into one of the thing’s lungs, and a fifth went into its other lung. The goblin whirled about and shot the other thing. It was grappling with the merchant, who had dropped his short sword. At least he’d managed to get it out of the scabbard. That in itself was a noteworthy feat when one considered the merchant’s usual aptitude (or lack thereof, rather) with weaponry. Two well-placed shots to the stomach did nothing to the second attacker, and one to the head was also apparently just as ineffective. “Useless,” he muttered as he fired his ninth Winter’s Talon at the thing, referring to the merchant rather than his attacker. This one went right through the thing’s left knee, and his tenth arrow shattered that knee. Burgess, unsurprisingly useless, fell right on top of the thing. The goblin whirled about as the pair started to roll upon the ground and readied an arrow of a different kind; clearly, his Winter’s Talons weren’t doing anything at all. He instead shot an Exploding Arrow at the head of the first attacker; it was a little high but took off part of the attacker’s head nonetheless. Aiming another one a little below that, he ripped the thing’s head off completely by obliterating his throat. It fell just shy of the girl, and the goblin whirled about again. He knocked an Exploding Arrow but couldn’t get a clear shot. The attacker was rolling around with Burgess too much. He hollered at the merchant to move his fat ass. The merchant, however, was yelling as though to frighten his attacker. It wasn’t working. |
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Fri Dec 27, 2013 10:50 pm Post #19 |
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The girl woke up in the middle of chaos and quickly backed up against a tree clutching her legs against herself. She wanted to disapear from this place now and hopped they could all just run away soon, but the other two were fighting and she didn't know what to do. Why was this happening. She looked at one of the assailents now dead to the world without a head. The sword next to him pulsed and she felt a strange longing to go pick up the sword. Why did it look so familiar? It was at this point the other assailent tried to break away from Burgess. He seemed to be ignoring the man not carining if bones snapped, but he also wouldn't let go of the sword. He was going for the girl. She was hyper ventalating in fear once she realized it was coming after with the words, "Blood found! Blood found!". Even through the fear she felt a pull towards the man and his sword. She also saw a flash of a ghostly figure. This time it was only in her line of sight, but it pointed a direction. Some sort of wall came between her and the longing for the sword, but the ghostly figure vanished with a look of pain on it's face. With out thought she just ran in the direction the ghost had pointed. With out the pull her fear dominated all as she sprinted away like a frightened rabbit. She would slow down a ten minutes latter as she felt the wall subside. The longing was back, but weaker from the distance. She also still some how knew where the ghost had wanted her to go. Still she was alone again and she waited hopping that Glug would come again or even the creepy Burgess was better than being alone. |
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| Glug Photall | Fri Dec 27, 2013 11:26 pm Post #20 |
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The goblin shook his head. That foul stench…it was like the one coming from the girl, a mixture of apples and rotten eggs, but it was so incredibly strong that it was now interfering with his concentration. Finally, he cursed and shot without focusing. The arrow went right through the merchant’s shoulder and into that of his attacker. Picking up the merchant’s short sword, he rushed forward and stabbed the sword at the attacker multiple times. Finally, he managed to pin it to the ground by its throat. The merchant rolled away and Glug ripped the sword to the side. He cut off the attacker’s head and threw the sword upon the ground before the terrified merchant. “I’ll handle this, you sniveling hog,” he said to the merchant, sneering. Merchants were an odd sort. They were mostly cowards, although some of them knew how to defend themselves and weren’t afraid of a little blood. Burgess was not one of these. Burgess could barely hold a sword the proper way; at least Glug, who had never been trained with a sword, knew which end to put into his enemies. Burgess was the type to pack up and shove off, leaving everything behind if he thought it would save his fat rear end. Looking around, he couldn’t see the girl anymore. He was drawn to those swords, though…not by any arcane or infernal means emanating from within the blades but because the smell was so bad. He kicked them both into the fire, hoping that would burn away foul magic it was that filled them. If not, at least the merchant wouldn’t be tempted to do much with them. He glared at Burgess nonetheless. “Touch those, and you’ll wish ye hadn’t,” he said to the coward. “They got a foul magic about ‘em.” With that, he looked about to see where the girl had gone. As he examined the place where she had been seated, he drew and knocked a fourth Exploding Arrow. He had no intention of killing the girl; there was something strange about her and he was curious to know what it was. Why was she being hunted? What were those things? What was the girl’s connection to those swords? Why did she smell the same as them? He didn’t like this - not one bit. Burgess was busy trying to pack up his cart now; he shoved the screen into it haphazardly. He picked up the coffee pot and put the scalding liquid away. Then he secured everything and started preparing to leave. “Let the fire burn,” Glug said to him. Even the sword was left behind. When the wagon had begun to leave the way it came, Glug deftly stole the coffee from him. The merchant saw the look on the goblin’s face and told him to keep it. Actually, he kind of shouted it. When he was gone, the goblin downed the coffee; the pot was about half-empty by now, and soon it was completely empty. He tossed it into the fire and resumed his search. He had soon found her trail, and he begun to follow her warily. |
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Fri Dec 27, 2013 11:49 pm Post #21 |
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The girl again felt odd as the longing weakened yet again. She felt she couldn't stay here though and she found her stubling on through plains until she found an acient tree along on the hill. It was a gnarlled oak and must have been arounf for at least a hundred years if not much longer. Some how it felt conforting as the adrenilin started to fade she felt herself falling asleep. Oddly she felt like she fell into the arms of someone. Too tired she just feel asleep in the warm embrace. When Glug eventually caught up he would the girl nestled against the lap of a sitting woman. The other woman was seemingly adjusting her clothes and stroking the girls hair. The woman was quite pretty even to the goblin in an odd way. She smelled of like the earth and the tree. She looked up and smiled. "Come little goblin I will not harm you as long as you do not harm me. You may be safe here for a time. I suppose you must have questions. I can not answer them all, but I can help a little. This one here is an odd little thing is she not? I am called Naryese." The woman was of course a dryad. Those who knew dryads new not to let their gaurd down. Sometimes it was safe, but they were creatures of nature and most unpredictable at times. It certainly seemed the Girl had a talent for atracting things of magic. Edited by redfiver, Fri Dec 27, 2013 11:59 pm.
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| Glug Photall | Sat Dec 28, 2013 12:03 am Post #22 |
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When the girl’s trail led out of the woodlands, the stars began to shine brightly once more. There were many clouds blocking them, yet there were a number of large patches of sky through which the stars could be seen and the clouds were moving fast beside. The trail of broken blades among the grass, of bent stalks, and of the girl’s smell led the goblin to a small hill. Upon it sat a woman cradling the girl in her tender arms. She was stroking the girl’s hair; it was almost as though this was the girl’s mother or some such. Perhaps it was. Perhaps it was not. In either case, the goblin had begun losing track of the girl’s scent early on. Now he smelled her again, yet the scent of rotten eggs was diminished quite a bit; it was…odd, to say the least. Then there was the scent of the girl. She was pretty, he supposed, but not in a way that would attract any goblin seeking a mate. It was her scent that caught him off-guard, though. Hers was the scent of the forest, yet it was so strong that he almost missed the rest of it. It was as though he was standing before a very old forest, one that knew many secrets. The way she spoke and the words she used told Glug that she thought herself wise. Then it hit him: he was staring at a dryad. He had never actually met one before but he had heard tales of them. His grip on his bow and that upon the arrow knocked to it tightened a little. Dryads were tricky things that even goblins couldn’t outsmart, or so the tales said. Whether that was true or merely fable, only time would tell. He was not letting his guard down, however, no matter how innocent this woman seemed. “What happened to her?” he asked in response to her invitation. “She doesn’t know the simplest things. What sort of magic has ripped even her fundamental knowledge from her?” If he was to understand anything else about the girl, Glug figured that the question of her memory - of what had happened to her and how she had come to be upon that road earlier in the evening - was as good a place as any to start. In fact, it was probably the only place to start - well, the only good place to start, anyway. |
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Sat Dec 28, 2013 12:21 am Post #23 |
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The Dryad did not seem much woried by the bow in the goblin's hand. She just continued to smile. She finished adjusting the girl's clothing so she looked proper and spoke in answer to Glug's question. "The answer to your first question is simple enough, she never had any knowledge to begin with. As far as I can tell she was born this night or at least the soul was. Born of the ancient magics that suround this one. The little knowledge she has comes from something else that is both her and not her. She is both ancient and brand new. A most puzzeling thing. Oh and if you are wondering I doubt she will wake until the rising of the sun. Now what other question does the clever little goblin have for me?" The dryad went back to stroking the girls hair and waited to see what the Goblin would ask next. Her calm demenor was almost errie as she just continued to smile. Edited by Zelothtith, Sat Dec 28, 2013 12:24 am.
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| Glug Photall | Sat Dec 28, 2013 12:38 am Post #24 |
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Both ancient and new…the girl’s body looked young but if it had been around for a long time, that would almost make sense. Whatever had occurred, it seemed to the goblin from the dryad’s answer that this body now belonging to the girl had formerly belonged to something else. Now it had a new soul. He wondered for a moment whether this body was a construct, yet it was not that question which the goblin next spoke. He was choosing his words wisely, for he knew not what was going on in the dryad’s mind nor how much time he had before she decided that she was done answering questions. “Why is she hunted? What’s hunting her? And what’s with those swords…two swords, drawn to her. They stank awful.” It took him a moment to realize what he’d asked the dryad. Yes, the swords had smelled as she did, but…yeah…it made sense now. Those things back in that forest clearing…they had been going after the girl. The scent of those swords, now that he could analyze it, almost seemed to waver - like a fishing pole dancing back and forth. But it had been so strong at the time and he had been so busy with the worry of being attacked again that he had not focused too much on the swords at the time. If they had been drawn to her, the actions of their wielders would make more sense. There was some sort of foul magic about those swords; of that, he was certain. If the minds of those things had been addled somehow, either by a dark sorcerer or some foul enchantment of the blades themselves, then their target was not theirs but another’s. The question was, whose target was it? Who or what had created those swords? What evil power had come after this woman? The mistake that people made with goblins was the assumption that they were all stupid and evil and greedy and bloodthirsty. While that was a fair assumption in the case of many, it was not the whole truth - not by a long shot. Glug was a simple goblin with simple tastes: he kept to his clan when he could; he liked to drink, gamble, and woo the goblin girls that he met along the way; and he knew how to survive in the wilderness. He did what he pleased, the rest of the world be damned to the eternal Abyss, and most of the time he was admittedly selfish - but he wasn’t “evil”, per se. Neither was he stupid. He had learned magic from a book and a tutor in Striberg, not by messing about with some archaic device that he barely understood. He didn't use it often because it was fairly niche - to him, at least - and he preferred the arcane weapons and objects he carried with him beside. No, Glug was actually quite intelligent. He only wished he could say that about all of the members of his clan. Some of them, he had to admit, certainly gave goblins everywhere a bad name. Oh, well. He couldn't do anything about that, especially right now. Right now, he had more pressing matters to which me must attend. For example, the girl: it was his curiosity that was leading his charge. He had tracked the girl because he wanted to know what was going on. He asked these questions now because he didn’t want anything coming after him. Edited by Glug Photall, Sat Dec 28, 2013 12:49 am.
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Sat Dec 28, 2013 1:05 am Post #25 |
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The dryad's smile widened as if she knew what the goblin was thinking and she responded in her same calming voice though her eyes seemed farther away as if looking beyond something. I see three shards of shadow and flame, from the plane of demons they came. Bound by a shadow great and strong. The shadow defeated, but not gone seeks his power ever more. Two shards seek you now and your charge. They do not forget and know you both as those that block the shadow most. The answer found will reap peace or doom. Watch yourself as you go tomorrow on or sleep your last forever more.". The words held some sort of power not magic or at least normal magic, but something powerful. The Dryad's eyes refocused and she spoke again. Lucky little goblin you are. Not many hear what you just did. I think one more question then you I think you should rest. No thing will touch you until morning. You will need strength to keep moving. Make sure you make your question a good one. Also I will give you each a gift if you give me your permission. It is the least I can do to help one who hears my true voice." |
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| Glug Photall | Sat Dec 28, 2013 1:17 am Post #26 |
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True voice…it was an odd thing to say. Her apparent prophecy, however, was stranger still. If she was a dryad, she probably spent most of her life as or inside a tree (the tales were unclear as to whether dryads were trees or were just bound to or lived inside them). That explained the true voice thing. But the other…three shards…three swords…sentient swords? Well, it wouldn’t be the first time that a weapon had taken on a mind of its own. That crossbow that the merchant had mentioned, for example…it was a Drow hand crossbow, a tiny thing that had been dotted with a single black gem. The onyx had held a great amount of power and a literal mind of its own, a mind that was supposedly twisted and murderous from all the souls that each kill from the crossbow had allowed it to consume. The crossbow had made him shudder, yet the power of that crossbow had been singularly tantalizing. This girl seemed far purer than the goblin would ever be. He was not a denizen of the light, yet neither was he a denizen of the darkness. He was too lazy for that. He wasn’t as lazy as the merchant, of course, but he was lazy enough that he didn’t see the need to go out of his way to destroy all evil or to ruin everything that was good. It just wasn’t his affair; he honestly couldn’t care less about such things. These swords seemed the same to him. If they were hunting him now, he needed to watch his back rather closely. He couldn’t guard this girl forever. Neither could he teach her everything there was to know about the world. She needed some place safe, some place that would raise her like a daughter. A goblin “raising” an elf maiden was hardly a normal thing, and he wasn’t cut out for it beside. But if he left her out here, alone, who knew what those swords might do to her? If they were sentient, they might share their power - and then this girl would be coming after him. If they tried to kill her and succeeded, they’d be coming after him themselves. Never much one for rules, he decided to ask to questions instead of one. “What can be done about the girl?” he asked, jerking his head toward her. “And how do I get rid of these swords? For good?” |
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Sat Dec 28, 2013 1:34 am Post #27 |
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The dryad laughed in a way that sounded like rustling leaves in the wind. "You try to ask two questions in one little Goblin, but I will be kind and answer both. The girl will be helped most by being given a life. Give her a name and teach her as you go. The more she becomes herself the less she will be affected. As for the blades well you would have to learn the truth to know that. To learn that truth travel to the great Ruins and find the resting place of the gaurdian. That is all I can tell you. Now it is time for sleep and no fires please I will keep you warm this night. You did not respond, so I ask once more before I go will you accept my gift for you and your charge little goblin?" If he accepted she would touch his and the girl's forhead a small magic shock released. He would also feel a weight in his pocket from a small stone ring apearing there. Regardless once finished the dryad seemed to drift away into the tree leaving the girl sleeping on a bed of moss in a crook of the old tree. There was another similar spot if the goblin wanted to sleep. Both spots were shielded from the wind and decently warm. |
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| Glug Photall | Sat Dec 28, 2013 1:47 am Post #28 |
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The goblin was about to say something about a goblin teach an elf anything but her next words cut him off. The Ruins…he knew there were the Ruins of an Ancient City around here somewhere. He even knew where they were. Some said it was a place where spirits could be called upon or sealed away, although the goblin knew nothing of such things. That was dabbling in the dealings of life and death, that was, and that wasn’t something he was particularly eager to get anywhere near. But at least he had some direction from the dryad. She was offering him something, too…a gift of some sort. After a moment’s consideration, he nodded. He kept his guard up but he would accept the gift, and he awaited it with mounting impatience. “I’ll accept it,” he replied. He did not thank the woman, who swiftly became a tree, but there was something in his pocket. He put his arrow away and pulled out what seemed to be some sort of stone ring. He wasn’t sure about it, and so he began to examine it. Looking at the girl, he saw that she would be all right. He put his bow away. Perhaps she would be safe in the roots of that tree but the goblin was not one to trust easily. He would rest at the base of the hill for the time being. He was a relatively light sleeper, though not so light that the slightest sound would wake him, and so he sat there and began to examine the ring. He wondered what it was about… |
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Sat Dec 28, 2013 3:08 am Post #29 |
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The girl woke up the next day and felt surprisingly good. She remembered someone warm and comforting seeming to cradle her for a long time. The oddest thing was more thing seemed to be making sense to her and she even felt like she knew surprisingly knew things. Were her memories coming back???? She quickly fixed her clothes after having slept. She also found a small ring in her pocket, but she just took it out looking at before, she saw Mister Glug nearby. She moved over and gave him a hug as she had been so worried about him. "Oh good morning Mister Glug you found me. I am so glad. I was really worried last night. Those bad men didn't hurt you did they? What about Mister Burgess? He was creepy, but I would feel bad if he was hurt.... they aren't still chasing us right? Also I started remembering some stuff I think. Some things seem so much clearer today. I don't think I am remembering them all, but this is great." She looked really happy at the sight of him. She also looked better than last night. Her clothes were now arranged properly and given she had slept through the night she had obviously fixed it herself. In addition it almost looked as if the clothing had shifted slightly to fit her better. All this seemed to be hinting that the dryad may have helped the girl a little with some basic needs. Though how much remained to be seen. |
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| Glug Photall | Sat Dec 28, 2013 3:39 am Post #30 |
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At first, the goblin did not know what to make of the ring. When he put it on, however, he felt…different. It took him a moment to realize that he had become somewhat translucent. Odder still, the longer he wore this ring, the more transparent he became. He recognize this for what it was at once, as he had often heard of these in fables told to him or overheard by him: a Ring of Invisibility. He looked about but saw no one else. Gazing up to the hill above him, he saw that the girl was sleeping soundly. Finally, he removed the ring and tucked it safely away. He would wield that when he needed it - and when he felt like playing around a bit. He grinned wickedly. His grin soon faded, however, as he stared up at the sky. Minutes that passed turned into hours, and the clouds slowly began to dissipate. As he grew drowsy, the stars seemed to merge into one another. He had soon drifted off to sleep, his thoughts turning to what he would do with the girl. When morning came, the goblin was already awake. Dawn came late for him, for he was often awake long before anyone else. This morning was no different. He sharpened the heads of his arrows, pondered and played around with the ring a bit, checked his other supplies, and watched for some early morning dinner. He also pondered a name for the girl. He had several possibilities but he didn’t think any of them truly fit her. He had gathered some wood but kept the girl well within his view. Now that the dawn had come, he felt it safe to build a small fire. The smoke trailed lazily up as he poked and prodded the owl that he had shot; it had sought one final meal, and he had caught it mid-air with a Winter’s Talon. He would have to fletch some more. For now, though, breakfast was… “Fngr!” he said, issuing a strangle cry as he was tackled from behind. Glug grumbled something indecipherable and continued tending their breakfast. It wasn’t much but it would do for now. The goblin had come to the decision that he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter of teaching this girl. Oh, he had a choice, but he might need an ally - someone that could actually fight or cast, unlike that jack-tongued bastard coward of a merchant. With two to combat the evils that were to come, they might actually stand a chance. The goblin was no swordsman and knew little magic. Yet with the dryad’s help and his training, they might both survive. He had to admit, he was more than a little surprised by the dryad. Of course, he would only ever admit that to himself. The fact was, dryads were as manipulatively evil in goblin stories as goblins were in everyone else’s stories. They were master tricksters that always had a hidden agenda - usually several - and the goblins always ended up worse off than when they started. He wasn’t about to suddenly begin believing in the unshakable purity of dryads - he was just as not naďve as he was not stupid - but at least this one hadn’t been a pain in his rear. He looked at the sun again and pondered something suddenly. This girl was essentially a babe. She knew little and could accomplish less. He could mold her as he saw fit. There was no outward sign of his thoughts but something occurred to him then that he thought was rather fitting - a symbolic name inspired by the rising of the red-orange sun that was slowly turning into a brilliant yellow ball of fire. “Dawn,” he murmured. After a moment, he repeated it a bit more loudly. “How does Dawn sound fer a name fer ye?” |
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