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| Glug Photall | Tue Dec 24, 2013 11:23 pm Post #1 |
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It was a rather cold place, the Dragonspine Mountain range. Snow and ice always covered the ground at the higher elevations. Blizzards were frequent, of course, as were bitterly chilling winds. Frostbite was a common problem, as was the cold. Sometimes people got that thing where their throat hurt and they had headaches but they didn’t sneeze or get stuffy noses or lose appendages that had turned black. On this particular day, however, it was relatively clear. The sky was its usual whitish gray but there was no snow to be had. It was about ten in the morning, and there was a full day ahead of the group that had settled around the Dragonmount for a friendly chat. Ah, but this was no ordinary group. They were vile, nasty, unclean things. They were on the “nice” side of their particular species. Though their elongated ears were pointed and their skin was green, and although they were rather short (not one of them reaching five feet in height or growing any heavier than eighty pounds - even the chubby one sitting right at the foot of the great dragon statuette that time had worn away quite a bit), these were not the stereotypical members of their species that everyone feared. Unfortunately, people still didn’t like goblins very much. Hork and Bajir were wrassling nearby in the snow, each trying to break the other’s arms while maintaining the illusion that they were “playing nice”. Grog, Grig, and Grug were making an over-sized snow-goblin together. Pak and Pik were making winged goblins in the snow. Nak was, as mentioned earlier, sitting against the giant dragon statue; he was (as usual) munching on something - an anchovy-and-eel sandwich. Dak and Dilk were chatting with Frik and Frak a little ways away from the others. Then there was Glug. He stood only four-foot-six, while most of the others stood four-foot-eight or four-foot-nine (except Nak, who was only four-foot-three; he was kind of a runt, albeit a fat one). He had seized a large mound of snow near the frozen river and had a bucket near him; he was filling it with water (after breaking the ice upon the surface, of course) and using it to make frozen snow that was as hard as a rock. The mound, you see, was slowly taking shape: it was to be a snow fort. He was almost finished with it, too. He just needed to put the finishing touches on it. He threw a couple of bucketfuls of water onto it and grabbed a pair of thick, heavy sticks he’d found earlier. He crossed them like swords in the ground, one end of each stuck several inches below the snow. Then he covered their bases with snow and dumped water on them as well. He tossed the bucket inside. Now it was complete. It took him several long moments to get everyone’s attention. When he did, they all started to grin. A snow fort from the other day stood silent quite some distance from the river, and it wasn’t nearly as well-made. It was Glug that had come up with the idea to freeze the one he was building by dumping water onto the tightly-packed snow. Nobody ever paid much attention to him but they’d have to give him their respect now. ”Okay, everybody,” he said in Greentongue, ”you know the rules! No magic, no weapons, and no rocks!” With that, he quickly ducked into the snow fort. Several others crowded in with him as well. Doing a quick head count, he saw Frik and Frak with him (that was good, as they were tough and hearty and had a lot of strength); Pak and Pik were with him as well (they were frighteningly accurate; he was actually quite jealous of them); and Nak, who always sided with his team because he usually stood the least chance of getting a snowball in the face that way. Usually didn’t mean always of course. The other team had Hork and Bajir (who would most likely spend more time trying to kill each other than everyone else); Grog, Grig, and Grug, who could never agree on anything (except that everyone else was a loser); and Dak and Dilk, the only decent snowballers in the bunch (but they were horrible builders; Grog, Grig, and Grug were great builders but weren’t responsible for the current poor excuse for an enemy snow fort). That made six (including Glug) versus seven. Glug wasn’t worried, though. He knew they could beat those other guys even with a pitiful snow fort - and Glug’s forts were anything but pitiful. When the first snowball hit, it slammed into the snow fort without any damage at all. Then it became a free-for-all. It didn’t take long before (as predicted) Hork and Bajir started arguing - over who had hit whom, it seemed. Then Hork stood up, angry, and immediately got hit with three snowballs to the face in rapid succession. Angry that he had been stupid enough to stand up in open view, Bajir (unsurprisingly) began their wrassling match all over again. In the midst of this, Dak and Dilk were rolling their eyes and trying to ignore (without success) Grog, Grig, and Grug as the trio argued over who had the better aim; oh, they were throwing while they were arguing, but they weren’t throwing with the same frequency as Dak or Dilk. There were more snowballs flying through the air than there were snowflakes in a blizzard. Yes, it was definitely a fun day to be a Dragonmount goblin. |
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7:02 PM Jul 11

