Mirg -
"Hah! You wish to know what happens in the lush Kingdom of Mirg? Why not simply travel into the green and ask her - the mother will tell you. No? Scared?"
"Well, hand over money and I�ll give you information. Nothing�s free in the slums of Krull."
"A copper - that would get you knowledge. Mirg is the jungle kingdom. Oh, you want more? So do I."
"Half a silver? Yes, now we are talking."
"A cat and two gobs wander around the jungle. Do you truly want to know what they do there? Something of great importance to you, I wager. But, then, that is truly all I remember about them. Metal might jolt my memory, as always."
"Perhaps the affairs in the capital might interest you. A goblin went out of his parent�s house searching for employment, like many others. Or perhaps, you wish to hear about the human jester and the drunken man? A human with a blue eye who seeks power for another? Nay, no fairy tales those, true as the coppers in my hand."
"And the village? A goblin has departed Deeg, headed for Krull, yet his chances of survival seem slim indeed. A goblin chases shadows. A black cat got rescued from the flood."
"Do you want to know more? No? Well, if ever you have need of pressing matters."
As you leave, you hear the goblin chuckling behind you and you wonder just how many secrets were left unknown. In his chuckling, you can almost hear the answer�
Ah yes, the goblin Fortress of Krull, best place in Telgard obviously,-
That better not be sarcasm...- Being
-and I should know, me being a goblin and all. The shash dealing has been rising lately, leading to a lot of interesting times in Krull.
First we have the jewel quest; this group has had many adventures as they search for a special gem�well, who wouldn�t go searching for gems? Apparently though, this Jewel does something pretty rewarding for the possessor. The group consists of Kailla Redsea the Misharr, Dahn the Human, and Todarr the Dwarf and Deega the goblin. Having met each other in the Broken Orc Tavern, all a coincidence I promise, they seemed to get along at first�Todarr having fallen of his chair and in the process dragging one of Kailla�s Misharr friends with him. Dahn was there to lend a helping hand of course.
However, I must admit that I may have over-exaggerated when I said that they had MANY adventures, just a small incident in the local tavern. It�s a usual thing to have everybody suddenly dropping dead, blood everywhere and so on and so forth. Maybe they might get something else happen to them�wouldn�t it be fun to watch all three writhing in pain etc. Dead goblins in a tavern still scares me silly, no matter how normal it is. Thinking back I don�t think that dead goblins in a Tavern are normal�hmmmm�
Next, we see Talg Rakal make his way through the Fortress looking for any type of safety, and I mean real safety. One just doesn�t sell shash for Old Man Gripper, kill one of his minor assistants then walk off absolutely free do they? Well, Talg has found himself in the Market Canal, a nicely crowded place where no one would dare to harm him or try anything funny�except the set of goblins running out of a nearby alley�and a certain merchant has started to help the two goblins as well. Talg hasn�t reacted as of yet however. Fortunately one trip is over, but then again, the Kokoralum guards leave it be�they�re more concerned with the stall every goblin in the Canal seems to be raiding due to the fact the merchant left it. Well�that�s just his fault then.
Finally, a goblin by the name of Horazon has found himself in quite a dilemma. Having been ambushed by at least the jungle�s population, considering the amount a certain scene, was likely to explode into a civil war�never happened though. Interesting time he had though, chasing a member, Singe, of the Cult of the Wyrm. After having knocked her out, Horazon awakens some magic. I think there will be a bit of a witch-hunt on soon if Horazon doesn�t watch himself. Of course things have settled down a bit now, and the situation has been restored to a normal state of goblin order�
What do I know of the Village of Deeg? Hmmm, isn't that the village recently wasted by the flood? Course it is. Silly thing, building so close to a river. An earthquake caused it as I recall, broke the dams and flooded the northern end, whilst merely destroying the South.
I've heard tales of looting and thieves, strange shadows and explosions in the night. Seems it was three Gobs on their way to the Greegore tribe. One got knocked out, one ran off and the third wound up with the overly friendly daughter of an eccentric cat. Got 'imself killed when his house collapsed on top of him.
Not much to tell of the village at the edge of the swamp. Perhaps this means more to you than to me. Anyway, where's my coin?
Whispering in the trees, branches bending towards each other, the vines and creepers crawling over the forest floor, are all part of me. Who am I? They call me �the big green�, �the green mother� and other things that I do not care for, though not in my hearing. If it�s within my hearing they will know that they have displeased me. You want to know what is happening within the folds of my bosom. Why should I tell you? You are nothing to me! Many fools enter my dominion, and few escape unscathed. Even those who live within are wary, and rightly so. For I am to be feared.
Mochen, the �great chief� found a young goblin-girl, calling herself Grogga Greegore the great hero, in my swamp. Two of a kind, I think. I watched in amusement as he fooled around, leading her in circles, until the tribeless ones captured him. The child tried to rescue him but it backfired on her. But, surprise, when they threatened the young girl Mochen came to her rescue and flattened them all. Now there are more of the tribeless hunting them � maybe they will escape; they�re certainly making themselves scarce.
Then there�s the Misharr, Kessar, who wanders around in the jungle and gets himself caught in the rain and gales. I thought I could claim him, until that interfering Milati found him, and took him to that cave that she calls home. Another fool wandering within my dominion is a Minotaur of all things. Silly young thing called Cleodice, trying to escape from me to the mountains. Those cursed goblins have taken her to Chikiti-na-raha, who will protect and nurture her � for the time being.
Another of those goblins who should know better is Ytameya. Wandering around, watched by the tribeless ones from all sides. He doesn�t realise how lucky he is to be hailed by that Misharr � far better that, than have to get out of a situation with the others.
But I have been here longer than any of them. I remember the saplings growing to the huge great trees that surround me � nay, are me � now. I will bide my time, and my time will come�
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