Rock the World
Log Info
- Title: Rock the World
- Emitter: Tacomancer Supreme
- Characters: Azog, Murder, Cryosanthia, Felicia, Merek, Jedrek, Kaelyn, Shin, Munch
- Place: Outskirts of Merkabah
- Time: Friday, February 21, 2020, 7:16 PM
- Summary: In the Outskirts of Merkabah, preparations have been building for a ceremony that happens tonight! Cryosanthia is present to observe for the sith-makar. All goblinoids it seems are here. Azog, Murdur, Felicia, Jedrek are in attendance. Fireworks, explosions, loud thrash metal music and an important announcement for Blar are happening! The Goblin War-chief's sexy daughter is on stage rocking out, as her over-protective father threatens to gut anyone that enjoys her show too much. Speaking of the fireworks show, Kaelyn is a part of it, literally shot into the sky. Meanwhile, an angry young gobber in the midst of adolescent mana-fugue steals something he shouldn't, and Murder desperately gives chase. Even with his family and the worg-riding Murder after him, the gobbo-boy escapes. With another burst of explosions, the illusions on the stage drop, revealing it to be an airship. An airship that could change the balance of power, and the world. "We Build for Blar!" The cheer goes up. An Arvec Nar starts a political speech, and as he does, another warning is raised. "Something is moving in Merkabah!" Indeed, the goblin child has turned into a gargantuan, gobberzilla, who will not be told what to do, anymore. The revelry is disrupted. Munch flies to attack the creature. Murder rides to warn Alexandria, Cryosanthia rides to Mictlan. Felicia takes charge of implementing the defenses and an earthquake shakes the region, followed by thunder with the thought 'Cross the Mind.'
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This area is located at the base of the Redridge Mountains. Ahead, one can see floating pieces of the Artificer's City. Merkebah is now a ruin which runs several miles.
Amid the floating, fallen debris are intact portions of the once floating fortress. These pieces survived the impact of its crash-landing without breaking apart. By and large, the ruins are spread out for miles in every direction. Its great monuments and towers and buildings and palaces of ancient mein and majestic glory now little more then burnt out hulks and shattered walls blackened from the firepower of the Planar Disjunction Cannon.
Below these ruins, the shadow of the fallen city hangs like an omninous shadow. The wind picks up now and then, and carries with it the scent of metal, and manaburn.
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Goblins! Goblins Everywhere!
Green is the colour of the day. The square is packed with a sea of goblinity, milling from shop to shop dressed in outlandish outfits with the strangest of accessories. Most, are regular goblins, short in stature and swift of reflexes. Jutting up are the Arvec, like grey mountains among their smaller bretheren, with an occasional flash of colour. The oruch cut swaths between these, like stern ships as they go directly towards whatever has captured their interest. Standing out is one orange Arvec woman, bright amidst the grey-greens, a sunrise to the nautical allusion.
Central to the square is a platform several times longer than it is wide. At either end, a thick beam curves outwards and upwards as high as a second story building. Multi-coloured lights are strung between these two spars. A curtain crosses the middle between them also, and otherwise it is open on all sides. Actors could move through the partition for either side of the floor. Strangely there seems no 'offstage' area. Perhaps they simply jump on from the crowd. Pot lights are located around the perimiter in pop-ups, and there are hatches and boxes attached suggestive of pyrotechnics or special effects. There is an unusual shimmering to this construction. An obvious illusion, except it appears disguised as itself. The main platform is at head-height to a goblin with the ground clearly visible underneath it, where there is that strange shimmering again.
Packed around the edges of the buildings are temporary stores, stall, carts, lean-tos, tents, and other hastily assembled places of business that frustrate and obstruct the actual businesses located here. In some cases, goblins have built a second goblin shop on top of a particularly sturdy ground floor edifice. Each one has eager vendors scanning the crowd, ready to jump out at anyone that looks their way.
A moment's hesitation and potential patrons are shoved inside while they make up their mind. It's difficult to escape without a purchase, but there are several things worth buying. Deaf Ned's Firearms Emporium is a cart opened up to display barrels of blunderbusses and piles of pistols.
A grey goblin girl sits on a stack of cages beneath a sign advertizing: Maori's Riding Wolf Starter Packages, and the cages hold wide eyed, fluffy pawed, puppies. Aunty Sifila's Temporary Warts is a popular stall, to get everyone in a goblin-y mood. There's a free smooch with every one! Fresh Birds are being hawked. There's a tent labled 'Rainbow Feathers', which sells: feathers. Artificer booths bedecked with glowing globes crowd with shacks selling amulets, skulls and small dried animals. Chili is everywhere, as are pickpockets, and even tinier goblin children that dart around at ankle level like bowling balls.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Appearing, in Order =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Azog 7'0" 350 Lb Orc Male A huge male orc with long black hair in a topknot. Murder 3'6" 40 Lb Goblin Female A goblin woman in studded leather. Cryosanthia 6'7" 245 Lb Sith-Makar Female A dashingly tall, lithe white lizardgirl with tattoos. Felicia 6'5" 280 Lb Hobgoblin Female Red Arvek w/ black hair Merek 5'10" 215 Lb Human Male A black-haired, dusky male with golden eyes. Jedrek 5'11" 220 Lb Orc Male A well dressed oruch with red mane-like hair. Kaelyn 17'4" 910 Lb Feather Dragon Female Tall-ish, extremely curvy 5'4" redhead Elf... (VERY ENERGETIC!) Shin 5'0" 130 Lb Human Male Short, stocky Xian human with a tiger. Munch 6'5" 225 Lb War Golem Male Dreadlocked golem with metal scales. -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--
By now, Goblintown is a Ghosttown in the midst of Alexandria. The wind carries arguments, the start of celebration from the northen Redridge Mountains. Whatever has been building, is happening, tonight! The stage has been set, waiting. During that time a market has grown up around it, full of frantic energy and goblins establishing their space. It is even more crowded now, having drawn goblinoids from near and far. The official ceremony is yet to start, but many are milling around in anticipation.
Azog is here. The wolf pup he bought from a vendor the other night is back in his camp, with a bowl of water and a leather chew toy in his cage. That's a thing for later. Right now, he's milling around in preparation for whatever big thing that's going on. He only knows that some sort of important thing will be happening. He doesn't speculate, because that won't change anything, he just watches and waits.
Goblintown is...largely relocated. Temporarily, to be clear. The stalls, merchants, crafts--the pride of goblinity--are on proud display. The air smells faintly of smoke and gunpowder and spice.
"Fiona Sparkfinger's Blasting Paradise!" shouts one. A brilliantly bewarted gobber in even more brilliant colors, Fiona stands proudly near her stall. Next to her is an artificer's booth. The latter is setting up, furiously--its owner near-drops a set of pipes. They clang, loudly, on the ground.
Cursing follows.
Fiona grins at him, and then gives a wink before turning and waving at goers-by. Now is last-minute prep, last-minute setup. Chefs doing final tunings of their grill. Smiths, a final polishing of weapons.
Murder has been a near constant participant of the milling throng of Gobbos and other goblinoids. Tonight she is astride her Worg, Wilfred. She wears furs to ward off the cold, and is seemingly oblivious to the snow. Her face and head is covered by a boar's skull, which has been painted with main Gobbo symbols, and on the skull's forehead is a great symbol of Angoron. The two are stood near the stage, awaiting the... thing to come.
"Starter packages?" a gobber named Maori asks. She waves to Azog, and mouths, "How are you workin' out?" to the man. Then, gives an enthusiastic and bony-armed wave. Behind her, her assistants struggle to finish setup. One of them is hauling in a fresh set of pups. They whimper and yip at the growing crowd. One of them breaks free, and barrels straight towards Wilfred.
Yipping and howling! I. AM. Totally. Gonna. Gnaw. Your. Ankles!! Awooo awooo awooooo!!!
A two month old pup, already ready to take on the world.
Cryosanthia arrives, moving carefully into the throng. She wears a simple robe, somewhat priestly in fashion, with a shash. The colours are primarily white with silver accents and trim. She looks out of place but doesn't seem self-conscious. Her head slowly pivots as she glances around for someone she knows, and she is likely to have the best success with finding her taller acquaintances.
Among the gobbers and goblinkind here is an Arvek in vestments dedicated to Serriel. She looks about and actually smiles at the festivities going on. She doesn't normally mind chaos...but this is controlled chaos...for the moment. That, and they have a lot of reason to celebrate.
Murder is oblivious to the pup due to the crowds being noisy, though Wilfred does notice immediately. His tail wags slowly as the runaway pup gets closer, his head lowering to sniff. A paw comes up to slow the pup, and then gently tips it over. The nose sniffs heavily and a great long tongue licks at the pup's face.
Azog gives Maori a thumbs-up, his own recently-purchased pup is doing fine. Azog hasn't had the chance to take him home and begin training yet, but when things are done here, he will. "Carcharoth is doing well," he will explain. "But tonight is not a place where I want to be managing a pup as well." Nearby, his reasons are played out.
The sith spots Azog, clearly recognizes him. Her chances of getting close to him though are slim, too many goblins she's reluctant to wade through. A spot at the edge of things where she can see over most heads appears to be Cryosanthia's choice. There's that Arvec woman in the Serriel robes, she looks a little familiar from behind. Murder is completely invisible to her as she is avoiding looking at the stage.
Azog is easy to spot for Cryosanthia. Orcs generally stand a bit taller even than arvek, and Azog is a tall orc. Cryo's not short, herself, and both she and Azog are seeing the tops of a lot of heads.
Where there's gobbers, there's explosions. Someone shouts, "PRAISE THE GREAT LADY BOOMBOOM!" and lights a set of fireworks. They explode, arcing into the air. An image of Blar's national flag sparkles overhead in brilliant, rainbow colors. One of the canons doesn't seem to go off--there's a yerk, a stuck sort-of sound. Like it's clogged.
Some of the arvek shift, uncomfortably. One of them gives a nod to Felicia. Abrupt, sharp. Felicia might easily read confusion in that gaze though of course--confusion the arvek is unwilling to admit.
"Do you have any id--" the soldier begins to ask--when loud music begins to play. Thunder. Electric.
Gobber death metal.
With practice, some of the arvek reach into their pockets and apply earplugs. Some are offered to Felicia. One--starts to offer them to Cryosanthia, and then looks at the sith-makar's head. Looks again. And slowly returns them back to their pocket.
Ahem.
Maori raises her brows and flicks her ears at the name, "Ambitious!" she says, and offers a grin as only a gobber can. Split from ear-to-ear. With teef. Meanwhile, one of her assistants is running towards Murder. When they see the pup is still well, alive, they slow. To a quick-jog. "Keep hold of'em, yeah? They's one of our best escapers!"
Merek makes his way to the place in that longcoat he wears, red-black in attire with the belt upon it. He does look about, then takes a nice tome he uses to write with, and nods a bit while he finds a bit of the ink.
Explosions! Fireworks! Masterfully done. A shimmering Blarite flag in the air overhead. Gobber death metal now playing. "Praise Lady Boom-Boom!" Ceinara is she who makes beautiful explosions.
"Eeeh?", the Gobbo wonders, peering at Maori's assistant. Then she hears yipping and yapping, and notices that Wilfred seems to be... doing something. She peers down. "Oh, I see. Wilfred's caught a puppy..." Then there's a serious of booms. The pupper? It's scrambling into the assistant's arms with a yelp and cries. Wilfred doesn't like the explosions but seems to deal pretty well. Then the music starts up and he just gives Murder a glare. Murder shrugs. And then headbobs along.
Jedrek stands far back in the crowd, a flask in hand as he takes a long pull of the substance. The fireworks catch him, smirking at the show, but it's followed with a roll of his eyes as the music starts playing. "Why do they always play their worst song first?" sighing as the celebration begins, disappointed, but it not lasting long. His flasks is used a second time, capping it and tucking it away. "And so it begins."
Felicia gives a sharp nod to the Arvek nearby and takes the earplugs, and puts them in. "For the Maiden of Battle! For Blar!!" She calls out as the fireworks go off. Her voice is easily recognizable by Cryosanthia.
Cryosanthia was willing to give those earplugs a try! Instead, she has both hands pressed over her ears, staring up at the flag of Blar. Grinning wildly at the glittering, hanging fire. Temped, so tempted to send her own firework up there, but no, there's enough explosions and light, and she'd have to free her hands to do so. Instead, she can find that metal beat, let it thrash through her move her. If she can get some space behind her, thump it out through her tail. She matches an emotional yell with some of the music and does her best to dance on the spot with it.
Through the crowd runs a punk-rock gobber. Her hair, wild and pink, flies behind her. She leaps, bounding from a merchant's stall, to leap to a beam and from there performs a series of death-defying acrobatics to leap atop the central stage.
The image blurps, briefly.
"EMBRACE THE GOBLINITY!" The gobber thrusts her hands upwards, fingers in a dual-peace sign, and begins to headbang. A stuttering cheer goes up from the crowd--primarily gobbers, though a sizable number of oruch, arvek. ESPECIALLY arvek.
"...that's the Big Chief's daughter!" one of the merchants hisses.
"Oh--DAMN, she's hot--!!"
"DON'T LET HIM HEAR YOU SAY THAT!"
"I'm a free gobber! I--"
"He's about to head this way, on worgs."
"..."
"With an arvek enterouge."
"... ... ..." the other merchant stares at him, and then just-so-fast joins the crowd, "EMBRACE THE GOBLINITY!"
Some gobbers are cranking what looks to be a set of canons, aimed towards the stage. There's another explosion--it times well with the music--and more symbols appear overhead. Blar's flag. The oruch tribes. Clockwork Pointe. Kaelyn.
...yes, Kaelyn. The poor artificer goes flying from one of the canons, arms flailing. Maori leaps up, shouting, "Hey!" she shouts, and then frowns towards Azog. "M'cousin was supposed to be in there."
"Maybe it's just because ya had a few too many warts, honey," replies another merchant gobber, Auntie Sifila. This one winks outrageously towards Azog, and wraggles long fingers. "They couldn't risk a specimen like you," she says. It is totally unclear if she's talking to Maori, or Azog.
"Free kisses with every wart purchased. Just like the real thing, darlin'." Azog gets kissy noises. "Is that a wart on your nose, or are you just glad t' see me?" she asks the oruch.
Kae well yeah she goes flying! And flailing her arms, her wings join in too, thus making her overshoot the stage.... She lands somewhere back stage with a dull thud and a big poof of feathers....
Kae lays there a bit and siiiiighs.... her wings all splayed out, arms and legs neck and tail too...
Kae pauses.... She takes a breath and tries to get up, noticing all the glitter, and sparkly smoke and she huffs... Inhail... and another huff, and a staggered inhail... "ahhh..... Ahhh... ACHOOO!" is hearde and a blast of blue and purple arcing energy goes blasting through the air, adding to the fireworks....
Meanwhile? Kae isr ubbing her nose and looking around for crazy mages wanting to cast spells on her 'for magic'...
Murder looks to the assistant again, to see that she has the puppy... poopy puppy... well in hand. Unfortunately. Laughing, she looks back in time to see the acrobatics of the chief's daughter. The Gobbo grins toothily, and a few moments later adds her own mark to the shock and awe, breathing a large gout of flame into the sky above her. Much to Wilfred's discomfort. He howls, and Murder follows suit.
Cryo takes the opportunity to move through the crowd now, towards Felicia and Azog. It's like moving through a living bog. If she's careful no one crashes into her or gets a knee in the face, and she is careful, stopping often. She finds a goblin willing to part with some wax earplugs, several sets, enough she can squish together something effective and take her hands away. She binds a silver strip of cloth around her head to hide them also. Finally she arrives, nudging an elbow against Azog's and calling at Felicia, "For Blar!" Now she has a much better view of the stage!
Merek looks to the fireworks while he nods to Kae, "Bless," he says to that woman, then he looks to Cryosanthia with a wave. He does look like he's taking notes!
Azog is absolutely not paying the flirting goblins any mind. Good grief, if he did, it would not end well. Crushed under his weight would probably be the cleanest end, and it gets worse from there. The fireworks look impressive, and he'll wait to see what he's here for. He peers as Cryo approaches, nodding a greeting. He will let the goblins do all the shouting for now, adding to the din.
Jedrek thumps his chest in pride. Two heavy beats as the oruch tribes have their representation. The streaking shot that is Kaelyn causes his lips peel into a large smile. "Always someone trying to steal the show." muttering more to himself, and letting his glance go back to the Chief's daughter. Yeah, this seems to be bringing on the party spirit. A head is bobbed, and a foot tapped. "For Blar." This being a lot of participation for him.
More slowly, a trio of gobbers on great wolves begin to move through and towards the stage. One looks to the other, nods. Then grins, his mouth splitting wide and full of TEETH. "That's my daughter, you sharp-ears. One wrong look and I'll see a death ray shoved up your ass and out the other end, you hear?" He punctuates the words with an actual death ray--one near as large as his head that he weilds nimbly in long fingers.
They wear great, stove-pipe hats, augmented with cogs of silver and mithril. Their capes are reminscent of the gobber-chiefs of old. A true, mish-mash of ancient and new done in a clashing way that only a gobber might accomplish. Alongside them is an arvek from Blar; one Gregory Geoffrey. The gobbers call him GiGi.
He does not appreciate.
The gobbers headbang to the music as it all goes on. The arvek...pretend to. Badly. Several oruch have found the kegs and merchant stalls as supply food. Many of them appear starved. Or act it. Their SPICES have been missing.
It's a bit--chaotic. Chaotic, yes. That's a...good word for it. Chaotic, loud. Death metal. Spicy foods. Explosions. Is there any...POINT to what's going on? Is it just a giant party? An excuse for food and invention?
Maybe. Yes?
As the Chiefs make their way towards the stage, a fight breaks out near one of the merchant-stalls. A young gobber, eight years old, screams and runs past the lot of you. He nearly collides with Cryo.
GAME: Murder rolls acrobatics: (19)+13: 32
Munch aws bored. It's so -quiet- outside Old Clunk's in Goblin Town. This is more like it, here in the noise and chaos. Not taht the massive metal man is all that big a fan of crowds and chaos, but at least it's familiar.
Kae blinks and looks over to the person who just casually says Bless you? She blinks and looks around, ears perking then flickering around, then well she starts to get to her feet, the woman looking around whilst on all fours, legs splayed slightly befor she partially rears up and rubs her head with her hands.. "ears are ringiiiing!" She mutters and then blinks.. "Oooh, Junky death metal.." She mutters and sighs. She whines and siiiighs... "And I can't make earplugs wooork.' She mutters.
She then blinks and moves up near Cryo now, and feels a light thud against her chest... Another blink and she's looking at the running kid curiously.... There's a bit of a kid-shaped sillouette of motor oil now on her belly scutes and she blinks again as the kid screams and runs off....
"Well that's a first." She mutters quietly, and looks to be about to sneeze again, her lips pulling back from teeth as her nose scrunches up. "Jeeeze..... not... " She gets her muzzle pointed up and another "ACHOO!" is called out, as a blast of whatever energy it was she let go of before goes flying skyward again... It is kinda pretty though, like a multi-colored beam/comet trailing sparks....
Murder watches with interest as the trio on great wolves make their way through the crowd. Her eyebrows raise up, and her ears cant backwards, and she stands on Wilfred's back. The collision between Kaelyn and the child is noted, the Gobbo frowning at the incident. As the child begins to run off, Murder crouches and leaps into the air, doing a somersault and landing in the path of the boy, where she holds out a hand in an attempt to stop him... without touching him. "What are you doing here?", she demands.
Cryosanthia makes a grab for the goblin child but he's gone before her claws reach out, bouncing off Kaelyn and vanishing. She pulls herself upright and sways with the music, keeping an eye on Azog for cues what to do and otherwise grinning at the festivities. A drink arrives in her hand, awesome! She gives a cheer as Murder flies by, "WOooo!"
Into this mess happens to come Shin, currently armed, but also quite well aware that he needs to be somewhat peaceful. He has a slightly more stylish cloak on, but otherwise.... looks to be armored, and wandering into the throng of goblin insanity. He's definitely armed, though, but not in the way of looking for trouble. The mithril cestus on his hand definitely looks like he might actually try to punch a goblin or two. The Xian, mostly short human is currently threading his way through the throng with an eye for possible trouble as well as looking to see what in the world is causing such a big gathering. Noticeably, for those that know him, his tiger companion is absent.
Jedrek rushes towards the fight as the goblin boy runs, his intent to try and break up the squabble. He even seemed excited to do so, but something about the scenario seems to cause the oruch pause. He stops near dead in his tracks, smelling the air, and looking after the child. "Oil!" He has to find it's source, and is now weaving through the crowd towards Murder and Cryosanthia. "Careful, kid might be doused!"
Azog is not providing cues, unfortunately for Cryo. He's just standing like a rock in the ocean, swirling around him unmoved. Screaming children and goblin chieftains don't much move him, he'll wait and see what happens next, in case any of it requires his attention. Nothing has so far.
Kae looks around her self now head swiveling around before she sits on her haunches, using her hands to rub her nose, her lips curl back occasionally, showing off some rather incredible teeth every now and then before she sighs... "I think... nope...." She looks about to sneeze, her lips pulling back yet again, then she seems to catch it.. "They put pepper in that danged cannon I think." She mutters and then looks around... "Okaaay.. I think I got it" she says again, speaking Draconic it seems, what with the noises coming from her... <draconic>
She then swivels her head when she notices she's near Cryo... "Ohai..." She says in draconic and her ears lay back sheepishly as she smiles soem... "SOo where am I? And whyfore are there a ton of goblins.... Oooh It must be boom day..." <draconic>
"You can't tell me what to do!" the kid shouts. He flashes Murder a DEATH METAL PEACE! sign as he near-vanishes, legs pumping a million miles an hour as he flees the scene--and the adults now, swiftly chasing him. Five, six gobbers thunder after on tiny legs, with an aged grandmother in hot persuit.
The /oruch/ are prevented from following, and--enforcement is usually their role. One of the gobbers comes up to where Jedrek and the others are standing, and raises his hands. "His grandmother's got it. I uh--look. We're somewhat embarrassed. Just pretend it didn't happen, alright?"
Embarrassed? Wut?
"EMBRACE THE GOBLINITY!" comes a sudden, thundering voice from the stage. One of the gobbers in the stovepipe hats stands there. HIS hair is dyed orange and yellow--firey colors. There are two other gobbers beside him, and some arvek, besides. These arvek wear the uniforns of Blar. Official uniforms.
"THANK YOU FOR COMING! TODAY, IN THE SHADOW OF THE FALLEN CITY--WE BUILD ANEW! ...BUT NOT LIKE THOSE GUYS," the Big Chief says. He jabs a finger at the Artificer's Fallen City. "NO, THEY WERE KINDA DUMB SHI--TS." He coughs, and it echoes. Something's magnifying his voice. The world around you all flickers, slightly.
Munch blinks with a soft clink, loking around for someone to clarify. "'Embrace the goblinity'? ...are they asking for hugs?" He doesn't get it.
Cryosanthia shouts at Kaelyn, laughing. "You're in Merkabah at the Goblin Celebration. Cheer! Find another canon so they can shoot you again!" She returns to watching the goblins, their speech. Standing like a rock, or perhaps a glittery iceberg, was what she wanted to do, so copying Azog is just fine.
Shin, shaking his head, has managed to find his way over to near Munch. And overhears him. The shorter human looks at the war golem. "I don't know. The noise is a bit loud." He says.
"I bloody well can!", Murder yell as the kid takes off. She peers at the others as they come up in pursuit, and she glares. "He's this close!", she yells, holding up her finger and thumb with very little space between 'em. "An' yer letting him run around. Are ya nuts?" The Gobbo aims a kick at one of the child's pursuers. She huffs, and whistles, leaping atop Wilfred's back as he comes racing by. And they give chase... as best they can considering they have to leap and dodge through a throng. "I'm missing the big speech you little runt, I'ma tanning yer hide fer yer gran."
Felicia watches the kid as he runs up...and tries to grab him as he runs past. However, she's not very dextrous...so he slips through her fingers. She does however...turn back to the speech
To those sensitive to magic--the senses are practically burning. The mana--is beginning to feel wrek'd. Goblinstyle.
Jedrek looks to Murder, and then at the others pursuing the kid. "Wha'da mean forget it? This is a festival, and now I'm just PISSED OFF!" a roar of a tone taken as he steps to block the pursuers, and eyes them with a stern glance. "You tell me what's going on. NOW!" seeming to think something foul, but unable to really get a read on the situation. Yes, high blood pressure is bad. His flask is taken out and the top is thumbed off to take a quick swig, all while giving his best stink-eye. "What's the kid doing?"
Shin, meanwhile, has turned his attention to the well... speech. The speech is a bit interesting, and perhaps he'll have to report it back to the nobles elsewhere. Maybe?
Rough-spun shirts with 'Embrace the Goblinity' being churned out, even as they say the words. Cryosanthia ends up with one in her hands, the silkscreened ink still wet and running. She laughs, shaking her head, a goblin sized shirt is never going to fit her. Her tattoos are starting to itch unpleasantly, she does her best to ignore it an takes another sip of her drink.
Munch glances to Shin, blinking again, and peers for a moment around Shin, searching. Failing to find, he shrugs. "Well, yeah. That's how noise works." The golem pers around again, the leathery 'dreadlocks' on his head wiggeling like snakes. The metal man's face cracks open... it's supposed to do that... and a long black tongue flicks out from the gap, testing the air. "....something's weird. Like, weirder than it even looks."
As the child runs, Murder and her worg follow. She makes a number of wide ranging gestures, muttering something in Goblin-talk. She peers at Jedrek, and then the crowd. "STOP HIM, YOU FOOLS! REMEMBER THE PROPHECY!" She hisses, and clings to Wilfred as the Worg runs straight up the side of a ruined house, while the boy has run through it. "If a goblin child gets free of the enclaves, it will be the end of the world. The... whatever changed us... makes the children like... a boiling pot about to run over. Too smart, too much mana, too much everything. Do ya wanna see what comes after the dragonspitter and artifice? Cos that's just the start..."
Despite the chase, the drinking, the celebrating, the speech continues.
"AHEM. WE HAVE RECOGNIZED IN BLAR THE DAWNING OF A NEW ERA," comes the voice from the stage. "...EVA, PLEASE..." he says then, his voice slightly...off. To the side, the punk-teen gobber from earlier stops headbanging. Stops long enough to straighten, and flash her father a grin.
"AND...ETC. ETC. ETC. LONG SPEECH, WORDS, WORDS. AS MY GRANDFATHER SAID, YEP YER MUZZLE TOO MUCH AND YOU'LL BURN YOUR TAIL WHEN THE FIRE GOES OFF. SO--IF YOU WOULD! THOSE WHO WAGGLER THEIR FINGERS AND ALL OF THAT--WHATEVER! YADA, YADA, CASTYFINGERS! DO YOUR THING!"
Ceremony, pomp, circumstance, and solemnity this isn't. Yet--The world around you BLINKS. BREAKS. There's an almost inaudable shattering sound, the effect on par with the greatest sildanyari mages--perhaps stronger. Not that...the sil would admit it.
Ever.
As it clears, as the ringing in your ears ceases--A partially built airship now rests in the center of the field.
An AIRSHIP. Precious. Invaluable. Khazad Duin, for all its might and the power of Reos' Chosen behind it, has only a handful. Crafting one takes years and the might of a nation. Magitech strong enough, large enough, to turn the tides of war. To shift power on a geopolitical scale.
"WE BUILD FOR BLAR," the Chief on the stage announces, proudly.
With pride. Confidence, and a burning in his eyes--remniscent of what Murder had seen in the child, just more adult. Harnessed. Tamed. ...and aimed at a purpose. An airship for Blar.
It's no wonder near-everything emptied out of Goblintown. No WONDER the shortages.
Murder's shout is enough to shake a few of the crowd from their stares. Mostly gobbers. A few break free, and begin chasing after--though most are...well. Staring.
It's a bloody airship.
Merek looks to that airship while he nods a bit thoughtfully, the mana curious while he begins to write notes within that tome as well.
What they're making has potential to make Blar a flippin' powerhouse. This is huge. For those here to observe; this is a bombshell to take back. The khazad are Reos' Chosen, for intents and purposes, and only a handful. The gobbers are making this on their own.
Munch peers, and nods. Airships he understands, though his view of power is.... skewed. ...he could take it in a fight, so can't be that important, right? Right?
Shin's hand tightens in his cestus as he seems to consider what to do now. THAT was not something he was expecting. Where in the hell did they get an airship? His eyes are definitely looking around as that thing seems to have appeared well... out of no where. The human's not a magic user, so has no clue what just happened. But he can report it, at least, about something able to hide airships or make them appear out of thin air. That. That has to be the most terrifying thing for him, even as he keeps a mostly stern face.
Felicia grins at the sight of the airship. She can't help but hold aloft her mace as the Airship is shown. "For BLAR!" She seems VERY happy about this circumstance. "What name are you going to give it? Cuzx calling it Blar would make it rather confusing!"
"That's... wow." The Speaker is speechless. Cryosanthia's eyes are wide as she takes in the airship. And there was whatever happened, that building of magical power, the sudden shift, the stage turning into an airship. Murder's words about a prophesy and things boiling over are the most concerning of all, but she's too far away and the crowd too difficult for her to move through. Watch. Listen. Observe. Try to remember what happened here tonight, the world just changed course.
Merek walks up to Cryosanthia, while he nods a bit to the woman, then he notices Murder with a wave, while he takes notes on the tome journal, looking to the place. His longcoat shifts about while he thinks.
Whatever happened was powerful illusion magic. Around, there is a mixture of some wizards and artificers--why would gobbers stick to one thing? It was very STRONG magic, though. It hid an entire airship for weeks. Despite folks interacting with it.
The Worg is gliding now, gently floating downwards as the Gobbo on his back glances this way and that, directing the small stream of chasers in the right direction. The appearance of the airship gives her pause. "Fuckin' hell, an airship? Welp, now things are extra screwed." Wilfred touches down and lurches forward again, and Murder has to duck to keep from having a low-hanging two by four take her head off. Letting off a string of cursewords in Goblin-talk, she shouts once more.
"Catch that damned child before he gets out. He'll be blabbing about that airship to everyone! Not to mention making things explode..."
Jedrek had heard the tales, but to him they are fairy stories. It isn't until Murder is yelling them once again that his heart begins to hammer, and he turns to focus his anger into something more productive. He gives chase, forgetting the pursuers with a tsk and disgruntled glance. That is until the well dressed oruch hears the speech and it's content ring through his ears. Oh that's heavy news. It's heavy enough to cause him to stop as the kid fell form his view. "Why the oil?" looking a bit stunned, and taking a moment to shake it off. He turns, wading to a lamp post and climbing it with little effort. He's seeking the child in this mess of erupting masses, and what he spies sends a chill. "Theft!" pointing it out to any who will look, a band of oruch's trying to make off with some of the kegs and resources. "Stop!" yes, there is now another issue at hand. "That beer is for everyone!"
Kae casually leans over and whispers to Cryo "That's a biiiig airship..." She says and nods before blinking owlishly... "Though, it's pretty different fronm the one I worked in/on..." She says and squints at the thing.... "Ummm...." She says and studies it from a distance for now... Kae blinks at the curseword string and peeers... << OOooh do you speak to your mother with that mouth?>> She asks, in gobbo speach no less, before looking over to Cryo again...
"Aaaanyhoooo I have been saving to build my own, very very small aairship, but that's a biggun!" She says and grins a bit. "Is whyfore I been contemplating mebbe, after I get turned back, figuring out how to revisit this shape, I know it can fly if I learn how, least I think so, soo well yeah..." She adds and then looks to the airship "It's a nifty airship though..." Then she sees the kid "Ummmm.... What's with the oil-coated kid?"
Munch considers. He -could- give chase, to either beer theives or child... but stealing beer is traditional, and they probally want the child taken alive. So the golem keeps still for now, just watching.
Felicia swings her maces over her shoulder to scratch at her back. However...the entire time she's scratching her back...her ears are perked up. The entire time she's scratching that itch, she's looking about...and there's a serious scowl on her face.
Shin, looking considerate, starts to make his way out of the crowd. He's not going to let this stand, and well... best thing to do now is to make his way out of there!
"Merek! You can do godlike things! Can you catch a Goblin child? I think there's a problem over there. Something about a world ending prophesy." Cryo yells at him, because her ears are plugged up and it's loud. She's pointing off roughly towards where Wilhelm is hovering. The airsihp reeks of gunpowder, fire, flint all sorts of nice explosive things with an oil trail leading to it. Something that's going to need a lot more than white gloves to clean it up, "Or stop that exploding? Or, I don't know, maybe you Kaelyn? If you roll around in the oil do you think your feathers would soak it all up?"
"And we don't hardly get credit for nuffin!" The voice belongs to a rare creature--an elderly gobber. Her ears are pinned behind her head, which gives her a more austeure expression. One broken by her shaking her fist as she speaks.
"What do ya expect? Yer puny," snorts an oruch, nearby. This one--she has scars of her tribe along each arm. Brands, really. And frowns at the elderly gobber, and then the stage. Thinking. It's rare to see an oruch think, but it does happen.
Atop the stage, there's a shuffling. The arvek, stepping forward stands there immobile for a moment and oh god. Oh god. He's going to give a SPEECH. An arvek.
"WE OF BLAR ARE GRATEFUL FOR THIS OPPORTUNITY..."
It goes on and on. And on.
In the meantime, some of the merchants, crafters, begin to stir. Some oruch too, had begun to yoink some of the kegs. When Jedrek calls them out, one straightnes, and--sizes the man up and down. "Ya gonna fight me fer it, lil' bit?"
Munch perks, his wiggleing dreadlocks shooting outward to a feaking halo as he stands to his full height. "...fight?" he inquires with far too much intrest.
Jedrek hops from his post, crossing past Munch as he is making a course towards those stealing booze. "I'll make it one. I need a drink, and tonight has been... frustrating." his patience at its end and needing something to vent on as he didn't understand Murder's words as much as he knew he should. The boy was lost to him, but this. This he could at least fix with a few fists, and get drunk after. Maybe then he can enjoy this yapping Arvec's speech.
Kae blinks and squiiiiiiiiiiints at the thingie... "Sooo ummmm...." She then waggles and tries to grab some random high'n mighty engie looking gobbo. "That Airship being run by a artifice compression engine? Or is it being powered by a artifice power colider?" She asks curiously, binking as she lokos at the thing... "If is the latter, you using fractal reinforcing runes to manage the electric current?" She asks, peeering at the Gobbo curiously...
What makes it more goofie, is well, it's a big furry/feathered dragon person actually asking about this.... "Allso, your lift devices look to be in a place that might not give it the best balance when in stable flight..." She adds and rubs the back of her neck again as she squints...
"And maybe use quadruple instead of triple contra rotating lift propellers, or use doubles, don't use threes, if you loose a lift engine, you could have stability issues..." She adds and tilts her head, tail lashing back and forth now...
GAME: Merek rolls perform/dance: (14)+9: 23
Munch follows in Jedrek's wake... not that he really needs that to get though the crowd. He does however glance towards Kaelyn. "Only if you run the frac-madulators in sequence. Run them in parallel and there's no stabilities issues!" ...what? He's -made- of artifice. He knows this stuff... sorta.
Merek leans a bit from the side to side while he seems to dance along to whatever he will. He then looks to Cryosanthia while he nods a bit, maneuvering his way to what looks like a few gobber devices, a glance to that airship, "I will do what I'm able!" He then begins to look into things while he wiggles about. He asks to a few gobbers, "Let's make fireworks, we need oil, we need... Flame!"
So. The gobber encampment, this tribute to technology, to magic, to artifice, to explosions--lies in the shadow of Merkebah. It was in truth, the only place the city of Alexandria would allow them a permit.
Perhaps with reason.
The arvek's speech drones on--a very proper speech, it must be said. With many correctly enunciated words, and grave solemnity. And, a loud, crackling of mana coming from the Fallen City to the north of you.
"YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT. TO. DO!" The roar. Comes from the City of Merkebah. The Fallen City. The City of Artifice, crafted from one of the world's last High Artifice--one of those who at one time, challenged the gods, who at one time--
--nearly broke the world.
"Because all them smarts wasn't meant to be contained within one species! It's why we make things go boom! It's why when we first grow, we're more an abomination than--oh, shut it," the gobber from earlier is shouting now. She jabs at the gobber next to her and--then breaks off.
"OhshittheprophecywasREAL!" shouts someone.
The oruch stealing the booze sort of stare. Then they look at Jedrek. Look towards Merkebah. And, "How bout we settle this later, eh?"
As Merek mentions fire, one of the gobbers yips, "Not here, you dolt!" and raises their hands. Merek is hit with an emergency fire hose. The uh, gobbers might be prepared for fire. ...in the middle of a...'gathering' like this one.
Place does smell a bit like gunpowder.
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls perception: (20)+4: 24 GAME: Murder rolls perception: (3)+15: 18 GAME: Munch rolls perception: (8)+20: 28 GAME: Merek rolls perception: (2)+25: 27 GAME: Shin rolls Perception: (10)+0: 10 GAME: Felicia rolls perception: (7)+3: 10 GAME: Azog rolls perception+4: (20)+17+4: 41 GAME: Jedrek rolls perception: (5)+8: 13
Felicia looks about for a moment and sighs. "Not everyone understands the significance of this." She then walks up to the guards. "No one leaves. None." She says practically as an order to the guards there.....then smirks as Merek is hit by a fire hose. "Serve you right, smart ass." She then gestures..."where did that come from?"
Murder nearly flies from Wilfred's back as he comes to a skidding halt as the city of Merkebah yells its defiance. "You come outta there right now, or you'll not be sitting for weeks! WEEKS I TELL YOU!", the Gobbo hollers back at the city. "Besides, there are no peppers in there. And I'll give you two if you come back right now."
Munch buzzes softly. Beer and a good fight is one thing. But that energy discharge? That looks Important. Capital I. The golem considers a moment, crouches, and springs into the air with a flap of mighty wings. An instant later, the golem being to trail rainbow sparks... and shoots towards the ruined city. He's... fast. Scary fast. 'You can run but you'll only die tried' fast.
"THERE'S SOMETHING MOVING IN MERKABAH!" Cryosanthia yells out, giving it her best oratory projection, pointing to the silhouette. She can see clearly, two, giant points poking out above the city, crackling of something like electricity. Some of the towers--floating towers--seem to be moving oddly. It's a little hazy from this distance for her. Maybe someone has a telescope, "THERE, LOOK THERE!"
Shin, meanwhile, has managed to find his way to the stalls on a seeming whim. And found something that he wants! The human haggles for a bit before he comes away with a very large pouch that he keeps under his cloak. Safely tied twice just to be safe. And then he hears the shout as he looks over before turning to look around at the airship as he makes his way towards it.
Merek looks to the towers, then he takes a moment to come up with Cryosanthia and nods a bit, waiting while he places a hand upon her shoulder. "White-One," it's easier for him to say it like that. "That's the place where ancient powers stay. We can't enter it, we need to wait for whatever it is from this location." He clans up a bit of that foam while he shifts his longcoat.
Apparently Shin asked something before leaving, though, because... he ends up sprayed down with a hose! The human looks annoyed afterwards, bringing one of his gauntletted fists up, "I said to light it! I don't exactly carry a blasted torch on me, you crazy goblins!" He frowns as he looks at what others pointed out, then blinks. Okay. That's not good. He turns to start heading for the Merekabah. Yep. Time to go see just what in the world the goblins woke up it seems. Then he can report if he survives.
Azog had been watching quietly and thinking. The news was momentous, of course, and the implications are staggering, but he's hardly a mover or a shaker. He's inclined to sit and think when he's not training, and training is most of what he does, but this is a bit different than all that. But what can -he- do about it? Not much, in truth. Just wait for the other shoe to drop and be ready for it. And the other shoe, it seems, are floating towers coming toward us? He quints into the distance. "What'd going on?" he wonders aloud.
Kae blinks and peers toward well whatever, blinking curiously, her tail starts to wag some....
Kae then tilts her head and looks to Cryo "Soo, if they let us get closer, or if it's close enough, wanna wander down and get a close look at the airship?" She asks, then glances to where Munch was, then finds him and now is... "Ummm doing them in parallell isn't quiiite so good, loose one in the wrong place you loose them all, You want them alll on indipendant.." She says and then blinks again
Ummmmmm she looks otward the old city now curiously...
Jedrek closes his eyes, nodding to his kin whom he was about to fight. Nope, this seems to require something else now and his focus is shifted again. He feels like a chicken, running and going nowhere. "Fine." turning from the thieves and making his way towards whatever is happening. The anger and frustration has his fists clenched, slapping his chest to wake his body up. "This is not good." following after Munch, but on the ground as the voices boom, and the earth begins to shake.
The two points some of you had spotted--raise. Lengthen. A gobber the size of a--
It's a gobberzilla. Lightening crackles over its skin, and its eyes are dark with the curse of mana. For a moment, it seems to fixate on Murder--and then opens its mouth.
Wide.
Wide.
Wider, a thing of gaping teeth and darkness. It's...not a child anymore. Whatever was there, whatever had been--gobbers are smart. Sometimes, too smart. They grow to age fast, fast, fastfastfast, too fast for their minds to keep up--brilliant minds that break and crackle as they, for a shining moment, might even understand the mysteries of the world.
Too much. ...and a child, going into a city like Merkebah, in the midst of The Break?
...is no child, anymore. What had been the child stands larger than even the Rainbow Dragon. Colossal, with teeth the size of buildings. "YOU WILL NEVER. TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!" it roars and for a moment, the eyes of a void fixate on Murder.
"AHEM!" ...the Big Chief, from the top of the airship. "THIS...IS NOT HOW WE WANTED TO END THE EVENING..."
It's a gobberzilla. It's colossal. And it's infused with gobber-mania and the energy of High Artifice.
"We might not want to be here when whatever gargantuan thing makes it down the mountain. Or perhaps the goblins might want to point some canons in that direction and shoot Kaelyn at it." The white-scale sith tells Merek, "I thought a heads up was in order. That an angry Gobber wants to eat us!"
Felicia fixes a stare at the dragon that grows out of the child. "This definitely complicates things." Her voice doesn't crack, but it sounds much harder....steelier than ever before. "We might want to move the airship skeleton to someplace more defensible." She says to one of the Blarites near her. "relay that to command. We're gonna have a fight on our hands."
Far to the north of Alexandria, a colossal roar shakes the earth. Tiles tumble from rooftops. Stones tumble, and the after-echoes thunder 'cross the mind."
Murder peers up at the child-turned-Gobberzilla. "Hah! Fought bigger'n'you! I've killed demons! Let's see if you can run, yes?" The Gobbo kicks at the Worg's sides, and he really didn't need much encouragement at all. Murder yells out... "Tell Alexandria to get the cannon ready!"
"Right, we need to get people into safety, then we can find what to do with that," Merek says, "Fall back!" He nods a bit to the sith-makar, "Looks like we're in for a war again," he says, with a look to the city.
Kae blinks and staaarrreees at the giant thingie... "Ummmm..." She then droops her ears dropping to the side.. "This soo can't be good."
Felicia actually grabs Murder before the warg can get too far. "I have a more important task for you, Little one." She says tugging a little more urgently. "Get to Alexandria....tell the explorer's guild, then the nobles of Alexandria. Blar requests aid....Go. Now."
You want a Kaiju fight? Munch will GIVE YOU a Kaiju fight!! ...or at least he'll try really hard. The golem tops out at about 14 feet without outside assistance. But it's a really mighty 14 feet, if that helps?
.... yeah, Shin looks at that. And well... he turns the other way. He might be one brave warrior, but even he knows when he's out of his league. And he high tails it out of there. While he might not be as fast as a warg, he can however go for a run as well as have some better protection as well. And that's what he does no less! He takes off, pushing through the edge of the crowd despite everything else as he seeks to get to the road back to Alexandria and to make his way there.
None of the gobbers look eager to head into the Fallen City. Some things--even gobbers aren't suicidal enough to attempt.
Most of them, anyway.
A few oruch are already making war plans, however, and several arvek seem to be of the same mindset Felicia is--begin building defenses. It's not really possible to MOVE the airship base. But they can damn well defend it.
"Right, we need to get people into safety, then we can find what to do with that," Merek says, "Fall back!" he nods a bit to the sith-makar, "Looks like we're in for a war again," he says, with a look to the city.
The white-scaled sith-makar looks at Merek, "I came here to observe, not to fight. I'm wearing ceremonial clothes. These are not my people, I wouldn't be effective at evacuating them. If you have a Haste spell, or something that would be useful getting me swiftly to Mictlan, please use it. Otherwise, I must find something to ride and go now."
Here, in the Outskirts of Merkebah, the city is very visible though a little ways away. It is dangerous here--just not as dangerous as actually inside of it.
Merek whistles while the horse he uses comes to them, then he nods a bit to Cryosanthia, "You can use my horse, I am going to do what I can for all of these people," he says, "I will see you back in Alexandria."
"We're not evacuating....we're finding a more defensible position." Felicia says to Cryosanthia. "Ride with Murder to Alexandria. Two has more chance of getting the message out than one." She then looks to the other Arvek. "WHAT'RE YOU WAITING FOR!? SEND RIDERS TO BLAR! NOW!" She's practically barking out orders to the rest of the arvek at this point.
"This one thanks you. Peace on your nest." Cryosanthia mounts up on Merek's light horse in a flurry of motion and robes. She hooks her claws in the stirrups, and has an actual spur claw to use for spurs. Taking the reins she guides it on the shortest path out of the goblins and then on the most direct one for Mictlan. It's all gotten a little beyond her, with the craziness and the noise. She's not a warrior. She's a Speaker, and they bring messages, so that's what she's going to do. Direction is nice, but she calls back, "I'm going to Mictlan. Alexandria next."
Jedrek looks for those who can be found leading, his dour expression now obvious on his face. No beer, no fight, and now extreme danger. It's not a complete loss of a night, as a challenge presents itself, but with the evacuation taking priority most everything will need to wait. His eyes fixate on the red Arvec, crossing towards Felicia as she tosses orders, and commands Murder and Cryosanthia to head to Alexandria. "I will take a task!" offering his services, and dusting his coat. He can't catch Munch, and there is too much to do alone. "I will offer aid to Blar."
Felicia starts getting arvek to fortify the area. They're very, very minded to. The gobbers may well lay the walls with traps. Jedrek is quickly taken up into the task--the oruch are strong. They're going to need that. The kaiju-gobber continues to stomp around.
Kae stares at the Kaiju curiously, blinking some more.... "Sooo what do I need to do?" She asks curiously, moving toward anyne organizing everything, her ears perk forward and she stares at the Kaiju "And just how did that oil-covered yelly kid do that!" She says and motions with a wing toward the Gobber.... She stares at it again and her ears back, before she looks around again....
Somewhere, somehow, Mikilos the Archmage is very annoyed, and not sure why. @#$&^ artificers!!
Ever see a sparrow take on a lion? Munch versus gobber-zilla is a little like that. The flying metal man is an -annoyance-, but when he notes many of his attacks are just being -ignored- ...well, he can't keep this up for too long anyway, and the kaiju doesn't seem to be heading towards anything important... maybe he'll come back and get started on a plan or something...
Slowly, merchants begin returning to Goblintown. The arvek and oruch appear busy, though. Rumors whirl of an airship being built in the mountains. If true--it would shake, then rock the geopolitical landscape.
Oh. And there's apparently a kaiju in Merkabah.
Dramatis Personae
Jedrek
Jedrek is a broad and muscular oruch. He stands at 5'11", and carries a thick head of finely brushed red hair. It's like the mane of an animal, flowing into muttonchops that frame either side of his face. Thick and full, they make him look as if he has a set of whiskers that take up most of his cheeks. There is no beard, just a dominant chin. Orange eyes contrast his moss colored complexion, and two tusks protruding from either side of his lower lip show his monstrous heritage.
He dresses neat and clean, having a light grey shirt that has frills halfway down its front. There is vest of midnight blue, having four buttons and covering a thick belt that stretches from below his navel, and stopping a couple of inches from his ribs. It's made of leather, fastening with several small leather straps, supporting his midsection. It mimics what gladiators used to wear, but is far more decorative, being dyed black. His pants are of a fine material, tailored to drape from his burly form, but not cling against his legs. They nearly match his belt, being charcoal in color. His well polished shoes clasp with a metal buckle, more for a gathering than combat, being died as dark a color as the leather would take. Each garment is selected for its fashion, not its practicality.
If it's cold, he often wears a decorative overcoat that matches his vest. A dark blue, trimmed in black, and having a floral patter embroidered all over it's surface in a darker blue of only a shade or two. He conceals his weapons under his vest, his belt holding a pair of nunchaku in a leather clasp behind his back. Lining his ribs are small leather sheaths that hold shurikens to be plucked and thrown.
Murder
This little woman before you is very obviously a gobber.
Her skin is a pale green, from the clawed toes on her feet to the tips of her very pointed ears.
Her hair is a messy nest of black, rarely seeing a brush or fingers, but it is clean at least. Her red eyes are framed by dark eyebrows above, and pale green cheeks below, with her nose being the centerpiece. For a goblin, it's rather small and dainty, very button-like. One of her cheeks sports three parallel, jagged scars, stretching from under her left eye to her left ear. Her mouth is full of razorsharp teeth, with four prominent ones that can only be fangs. Each of her pointy ears has several silver rings in them, and not a single one matches another.
Her body is short and lithe, with some good muscle tone in the abdomen, arms and legs. Several scars are apparent on her legs and arms, all of them rough and jagged, certainly not cut by anything close to a sharp blade. Each of her fingers and toes end in black claws.
The mainstay of the goblin woman's armor is a studded leather top, which is tightly wrapped about her torso just under her armpits, and a leather skirt which goes down to her knees. Added to this are sturdy leather strips wrapped around her forearms and shins. Leather also wraps about the middle of her feet, leaving the heels and toes free. Tufts of fur line the upper parts of all the leather pieces. On cold days, she wears sensible boots, and several pelts and hides of various small forest animals. For rain, she's got a leather cloak that wraps about her entirely.
Felicia
Standing 6'5" tall, this woman has black hair with a couple of streaks of red and red tips, kept in a few braids, down to her shoulders. She has pointed ears and an angular face, with large blue eyes. She has an angular face, but she also has pointed teeth jutting slightly from her lower jaw, and a blue nose.
She has red skin and is fairly powerfully built, more towards the descriptor of wide rather than muscular. She usually wears breastplate with the symbol of a two gladius crossed and a lance pointing straight up between them, above a shield. She also carries around a Flanged Mace and a Large Steal Shield. When she is not in armor, she is wearing a blouse and pants with a tabard with the same symbol.
Azog
Azog is a monstrous orc, seven feet tall and massively built, with a youthful but careworn face. He has darkly tanned skin and black hair, shaved except for a topknot braided and hanging down his back. His shoulders are huge, and he has a barrel chest that tells of great strength. His abs are rock hard, and his hips solid, leading down into tree-trunk legs, though they're a bit bowed, characteristic of someone who spends a lot of time in the saddle.
Over full plate armor is a heavy leather winter garb consisting of layers of leather. The innermost has some slightly fancy tooling in geometric patterns, and is dyed a medium green. Over that is an overcoat of very dark green, with heavy shoulders covered with leather scales, likewise dyed dark green. The coat hangs down to his knees, and below his waist, the layers of heavy leather over the lighter continue. Heavy, knee-high boots are dyed black, but they blend with the dark green of leggings that are bloused at the knees. A red sash circles his waist, and a sword belt secures that in place. At his waist, on the left side, sits a bastard sword in a fine scabbard. Across his back is a heavy shield, obscuring his backpack. Over his right shoulder is the head of a massive adamantine earthbreaker.