(OOC: To set the scene, Generic town, generic world.)

(To Redwolf)
It has been raining for the past fortnight and you ride up to the small walled town that you got directions to from the last place you were at.

The mud splatters up your horse's legs to coat your boots in a thick clinging mess.

You see a faint light coming through the gaps in the wood used to shut the gate...



(To Gassy)

The goblin chief is not pleased. You can tell by the frown he is wearing and the fact that the guards holding your arms are twisting them just beyond the point of pain.

(In Goblin)"Well??? What have to to say for yourself? How can you defend eating all the turnips the tribe had in the food burrow?"

Gassy trembles and struggles against the pain, (In Goblin) "They were... ahh.. cursed! Cursed! I did it to protect the Horde! Long Live the Horde!" The fat, runty goblin struggles against the guards, "Now I shall suffer the curse, of the.. Cursed Turnips! The Horde has been saved! Long Live the Horde!" Gassy shakes and horrible sounds escape from his body, a smell follows that would rot flowers, "It's the curse! Ooohh! The curse!"

*RedWolf pets his mount* Well girl, another town in the middle of no-where.
*He rides up to the gate, using his stick to knock on the wooden doors*
Hello?

"A curse you say? Well, I will give you a curse. The worse curse any goblin has ever faced. Exile." The chief leans back a horrendous smile tugging at his lips exposing the pointed and discolored tips of his teeth.

The gaurd on your right gives your arma a slightly harder twist and lets out a gutteral laugh..

"Eh? Wha's that? Som'on at the gate?" An elderly man pulls back a board in the gate and peers out. From the way he is squinting it seems obvious he cannot see too well.

"Wha's yer business 'ere in Tarpint? I can na' open ta gates fer no reason."

Red looks at his horse and grins, then looks back towards the man.

"Well good sir I was hoping for a good nights rest, as you can see a storm is rolling in and I wouldn't want Tela and myself catching a cold during the night."

Red half grins at the man scratching Telas neck.

"AAAIIEIEEE!!! Gassy screams, squirms and writhes in pain, "AARrrgghh!!" Gassy tries to bite at the guards, "Hissssss!! Ack! (in goblin) Forgive me your majesty! Have pity on my goblin skin! "

"A good nigh's rest you say? Well, the Broken Wheel Inn is the place fer ya ta go."

He moves back and you hear a creaking and rattle as the gate swings inward wide enough for you to ride through...

"Sorry 'bout ta gate, there be goblins about an' they be an vicious band here."

He points down the muddy stret and you see a building with light spilling fromt he open door. A broken wagon wheel is leaning at the hitching post. A large barded horse is tied there.

(OOC: I am going to take a small liberty with your character here.)

The gaurd on your left looses his grip, but the one holding your right arm just grabs tighter. You manage to twist enough to get a good bite on the gaurd still holding onto you.

He responds with a cuff to the back of you head.

Eyes watering and head spinning you look up to see the chief's smile broaden.


"Forgive you? Never!!!! But I will show you a small ptiy. Go to the human village and steal a horse. Bring that to me and you may rejoin the horde."

The chieftan rubs his gnarled hands in open greed.

"Take him and place him on the road and set him on his way." The Chief turns and walks out not even glancing back.

The gaurds drag you out of the warren and strip you to nothing..

Laughing the one you bit throws a jagged stone in the mud.

"Take that and finish yourself... I was supposed to give you a dagger" He rubs the bite and turns to leave. Both gaurds leave you to your cunning...


The town is a mile or more down the road.. and you hear thunder in the distance.

(ooc: LUV it! /ooc)

Gassy, feeling relief to still be alive, squats down in the dirt and watches until the goblin guards disappear. Sniffing the air & peeking about, Gassy looks for an easy climb & checks the horizon from a tree limb. He shakes his fist in the direction the guards went, "Grrr..... Rotten, no good, dagger STEALER!!" Gassy quickly hides, realizing he shouldn't be shouting. Waiting until all sounds quiet, and no dangers hang in the air, Gassy hops to the ground & runs at high speed on all fours, -leaving the sharp rock behind, but gaining in speed. As Gassy has nothing, and is wearing nothing, he is in true goblin form ( ). Gassy heads off to the human village, enjoying the look of the approaching storm.

RedWolf looks around momentairly for some goblins about.


"Well..that's fine enough...aint scared of no gobbly-ins anyway. And thank you old man"

A jag of lightning brightens the sky for a second and the sound of the following thunder is almost deaffening.

(OOC: I assume that you head on to the Inn.)

Riding up to the front of the Inn, a scrawny boy maybe 10 winters old scurries toward you and your horse.

"Stabah ya hoss mistar? On'y 5 copper an' I brushes 'em real good too." the boy looks up at you with a great eager to please expression. A large bruise is purpling the left side of his face.

You arrive just in time to see the gate of the small village close on its wood palisade style wall.

A creak and thump tell you a bar has been lowered.

I bright flash of lightning brightens the sky enough for you to see the water filled hoof prints of a horse that just entered the town.

(To Maxwell's Char: Knobe Sterling)

You have been camped outside the village all the past day and into this evening. The most activity you had seen is when one of the local hunters had returned with his kill.

Just before this storm broke a man on a horse entered and now you are wondering way a naked goblin is sitting in the middle of the road acting like he has nothing to worry about.

You are fairly certain that this IS the town that you had been sent to, but your contact was a bit vague on what you are supposed to be doing here.

A smell of pine begins to drift in with the rain. Knobe stood to his feet collected his pack and headed into town. He payed little mind to the goblin in the road. Sticking to the foliage, he edged closer to the the quiet town.

The only thing he was told was the man was bad and had hurt many people. The only discription knobe knew about him was that he would know the man when he saw him.

The storm picked up pace behind him. Thunder clapped loudly. Knobe arrived at the gate where the man on the horse had gone in. Nothing like coming in through the front door he thought to himself.

He tucked his hand up into his sleeve gripping the dagger inside. He felt the security of the rough handle against his hand.

Gassy jumps from the lightning & thunder, then quickly hides. He sniffs the air, and looks for any signs of dogs, or humans acting as guards (noting location and vantage). Backing off, Gassy looks for any natural holes, tunnels, ground hog digs, -exploring any and all escape paths from this human settlement. Gassy does so in GREAT fear, moving when the thunder covers his sounds, careful not to explore in the path of any wind that might give his powerful sent away. At the first chance, Gassy will use any water source to help hide his odor .

The few holes you find have nothing but the animals for which they had been dug.

But as you explore the town's wall you note one of the trees that had been used has a bit of dryrot.. The fungal growth reminds you of the mushroom field you tended at the goblin warrens.

There are no barking dogs that you notice and the rotted tree opens onto the town midden.

Raises an eye to the boy and his possible birthmark, looking around briefly.

"Well son, where would ya be stabling my girl here? And espically at this time of night.?"

Gassy follows the rotted tree's opening, stopping to check the fungus and nibble some, -LOVING the dunghill it leads to -a perfect sent stopper. Then he sniffs the air, checking for dog, horse, or human. Peeking out, Gassy searches for any horses nearby.

Knobe pounded on the wooden gate with his fist. It echoed through the night.
The rain had began to get a chill to it. Forceing Knobe to shiver. A streak of lighting lit up the sky, revealing a muddy road. The man on the horse's tracks had begun to fade away. The goblin on the other hand had moved up into some trees not far frow the small town. Thunder crackled loudly in the sky.