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IC 3: Roving around Raevin.

Posted by AmeenaFor group 0
Ameena
GM, 789 posts
Mon 3 Sep 2018
at 13:56
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IC 3: Roving around Raevin

"Maybe." says Bryx with another shrug of his large shoulders. "If any of them decide they don't want to cause trouble, you'd think they'd do what goblins do and just run away. Find somewhere they feel safer than stuck with their kind, if that's where they don't want to be. As for the kobolds...well, they're not something you really see in these parts. If they've been wherever they are for a while, they're safe enough - goblins been around a long time. They're pretty much part of the Southlands, the way they are. They've never been more than we can handle, even when most of us had other important things to be dealing with..."
This message was last updated by the GM at 13:57, Mon 03 Sept 2018.
Kaelynn
player, 606 posts
Lost Eladrin
Apprentice Mage
Thu 6 Sep 2018
at 14:49
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IC 3: Roving around Raevin

"Perhaps some of the leaders are the problem" remarked Kaelynn, her voice quiet and hesitant at first, as if uncertain about speaking up.  "The lesser goblins want to be with their own kind, but the cost of that is being used as expendable troops by more ambitious and stronger ones."


OOC: Just like human society's problems, the folks in charge cause all the trouble! ;)
Mortaar
player, 751 posts
Minotaur
Barbarian
Thu 6 Sep 2018
at 18:03
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IC 3: Roving around Raevin


"Who knows," said Mortaar, clearly having reached his limit of deep thoguht for the time being. He looked to Bryx. "What of your people? Are the minotaurs of this place located solely in the Northlands?"
Ameena
GM, 791 posts
Fri 7 Sep 2018
at 14:01
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IC 3: Roving around Raevin

Bryx seems somewhat unconcerned at the reasons behind goblin behaviour.

"They're goblins." he says. "They do what they do, and if that involves messing with the rest of us, we make sure they stop it and leave us alone. At least till they think it's a good idea to start messing again."

At the question regarding his own kind, he seems rather more interested.

"Mostly." he replies. "But some of us live down here, as you see. Wasn't born here, though - born up near Marneth. Good places there. Good people. Strong. Of course, there's good people here too..."

He gestures with a shaggy arm at the room.

"Different kind of strong, that's all. North, you have monsters wanting to hunt you, eat you, just because it's what they do. South, they had a monster come and destroy much of what they had just because he could. And look what's happened since. They grew back, strong and not afraid. Grouping together, like any good minotaur clan. Helping each other. Some clans think it's only physical strength that matters, but some of us know better. And we have stronger clans for it."

He eyes  in an appraising sort of way.

"And I'd like to see your strength some time." he adds. "Not so many minotaurs down here. Got Lenka, true, and some others. But it's been a long time since anyone new showed up. You have bullclashes where you come from?"
Mortaar
player, 752 posts
Minotaur
Barbarian
Sun 9 Sep 2018
at 11:18
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IC 3: Roving around Raevin


"I wish my people understood that sort of strength," said Mortaar. "Each tribe has its own ways, but most fight and hunt and live with weapons, and understand that strength alone. My position was to mediate troubles between tribes, in a trial by combat if necessary. I have matched my skill and strength to uphold what is right, but when two strong tribes are both in the wrong, and the weak do nohing rather than seize their own strength by banding together, what does one do?"

Mortaar shrugged off his consideraitons by thinking on an example. He actually seemed happier and animated to be speaking about it. "There was one minotaur, who fought with no weapon, just his enormous horns. He was a giant of a bull anyway, but each horn was curved like a scythe and as large as any sword. He fought me unarmed, but it was I who was disadvantaged. He had height on me, and with a twist of his neck could bring one of the blades against my own. I foguht him to a standstill for a while, then had to take a charge on one of my shoulders, near breaking that arm. I had one hand to weild my two handed battleblade, and he was not weakeneing and had obviously not lost his twin weapons." Mortaar tapped on the upper area of his chest. "Of course, his height and horns did not matter as much when I went right in to his body. I had one good hand if I dropped my blade, and went for stopping that neck from twisting, and squeezing that throat. It was then a race between my hand on his neck, and his arms crushing my chest. I had beenfaster, and my ribs were stronger - just - and he passed out before I did."

Mortaar nodded happily at the victory, and took a drink.
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