The morning sun had just finished peeking it's yellow head over the top of the horizon as it illuminated the town of Jastrey in it's warm light. The birds were out singing sweet tunes to one another, the squirrels were playing amongst themselves as they darted from here and there. It seemed it would be one of those normal days for the citizens, the kind of normal that only occured for them once every few months. Unless one were to walk in the direction of the Shady Corner, that was. Evidence of a speeding cart tearing up the road could be seen as if it were left only that night. The hoove prints of the storming moose that pulled it left deep prints. And, in the middle of the road, laid a good size box, coming up to roughly a full grown mans hip. "We are so sorry," "Please forgive us," "Your problem now!" and other assorted phrases of apology were written all over in thinck red paint, some of the words even streaming a bit. It seemed the box had either fallen off the back of the wagon or, one could assume, was pushed off for the citizens of Jastrey to find.
The urodeq opened the box to see a child sized humanoid curled up peacefully in the bottom of the crate asleep. He reached an arm back, scrathing it's back side with a very green hand. The sun peeked into the box, causing the goblin to crinkle it's nose as the light forced his eyes open slowly. "Who turned on the blasted lights!" the goblin yelled before remembering he was originally locked in the box. He quickly jumped up and scrambled out before the urodeq had any time to put the lid back on, being sure to grab his top hat as he scuried out. "WHERE ARE THEY!! WHERE'S THOSE STUPID GITS THAT HAD THE NERVE TO LOCK KING NASHER IN THAT BLASTED BOX!!" The goblin cried as he looked about angrily. "In fact, how did those mangy bottom dwellers change the entire town in a night?" The goblin thought to himself. He looked to the urodeq. "It's about time you opened that box. I've been stuck out here all night and nobody so much as offered me a glass of water the entire time!!!"
The goblin looked the urodeq square in the eye. "Who am I? Well, I am no other than King Nasher the Great and Powerful and honorable and Benevolent and Holy and Merciful and Blessed and Handsome!! I am the one who had slain the great dragon Porch all by myself!! Saving the poor town of Glasstree from udder doom! For I am the great Goblin King Nasher!!!" The goblin struck a heroic pose, expecting the oohs and awes of the towns citizens. "By the way, where am I? I don't think I've never been here before," the goblin asked semi forcefully as he looked about.
"That is a good question my ugly friend. You see, when a fther goblin finds a suitable mommy goblin, he takes her to his cave and, well, I think you can figure out the rest of that story," the says with a chuckle as he nudges the uredeqs hip a little hard. "As to why I was in that damnable cube, those unworthy worms of Aker's Glen snatched me up and locked me in there!!! Talk about ungrateful!! All I ask is for they're undying love and loyalty and this is what they do!!! The nerve!!!!" The goblin stomped his foot to excentuate his anger towards those "worms." "I suppose you're expecting a tip then, aren't you. Well, theres only one way to reward the King Nasher's recuer. You shall be dubbed as my ward from here on out. Huzzah, hurray. I still have'nt gotten my drink."
Wreynn watches the interaction sliently between Nasher and Rasiri until the goblin decided to start making his way out of the box.
"Taklinn!" he shouts, hoping to get the dwarves attention "As much as I'd hate to be in your debt, bring a stout hammer, some thin iron, and as many nails as you can carry! And do it fast!"
The goblin looked over to the new uredeq that seemed to be screaming to some "Taklin" character. "What is this, a hoot breeding ground? Atleast you're polite enough to have a drink brought out for me. I'm parched!!!" Nasher yelled as he dug in his nose with his long, green fingers. Seeming to have found what seems to be a large garden slug up his nose he flicks it away as he looks around the surrounding area yet again, as if deciding where to stake his claim for his new home.
Taklinn, running in the direction of the commotion, comes upon the group with a mithril smithy hammer in hand, and several large nails hanging out of his mouth. He takes the nails out of his mouth, looking around at the gathering and shakes his head. "What in Githal's Arse is goin' on here?!! I hear'd Cogwaggle's voice, which one of ye filthy bastards harmed him?" His gaze settles on all gathered and his mouth drops open when his gaze settles on Wreynn, and more importantly on the armor and shield that Wreynn was wearing. (Inspect Arms) "Ye durned sneaky bastard!" he says. "Suren that's a story worth hearin', but first things first urdek, which one o' these hoots are we nailin' to a board?"
At the sound of Uncle Wreynn hollering for Taklinn, Glimmer flits hurridley down the road. She arrives just in time to hear the last of Taklinn's rantings, and falls straight out of the air giggling wildly. "Goody Goody Goblin Pops! Hi Mr. Goblin, I'm Glimmer! The one hollerin' for boards is my Uncle and the one hollerin at him is my beloved husband, Taklinn! Can I adopt you? You look fun! I can promise you treasures and safeties galor! You'll even have a brother. His name's Grishal. A sister too! Henrietts Wigglebottoms. She's my dragon." Glimmer turns to the dwarf and says "Calm yer' nuggets lover. I'll be adoptin him sure as my wings are flappin', I will!"
She then turns to Wreynn and slyly says "You gots anyfings in yer pocketsies Uncle Wreynnsies?"
"Adopt!" Nasher scoffs at the notion, allowing a bit of spittle to fly from his mouth in the process. "I am not a common rat one takes as a pet! I am kinda-almost-partially-mostly royalty for the imortals sake!" The goblin regains waht posture he had and dons a toothy grin. "But I'd be more than happy to allow you to join my loyal sla- I mean, servants. Yes. But first, I are thirsty. Where's a decent goblinnyish king supposed to get something to drink in this blasted town!" he says with a bit of indignance in his voice.
Glimmer looks as if she's been slapped, then turns to Wreynn and Taklinn. "OF ALL THE LOW DOWN, DIRTY, UGLY, MEANIE FACED, WARTY FACED, SCUMMY THINGS TO SAY!" She plops herself on the ground at Wreynn's feet, and begins digging at his pockets. "Taklinn Forgesplitter, ye listen ta me words, ye will. Hear me well me love. Ye and Uncle Wreynnsies here has a problem now. That gobberlins has insulted me honors he did! I meant ta' adopt him. Take him in me wings. And he's as good as spat at me now. I'll be warnin' Festivia of this me thinks me will!" Glimmer struggles to right her accents peaceably between a few hiccups, then drops her head.
"Uncle Wreynnsies, please gives us a candy pleasies! Be a dear. Me hearts is broken right in two it is. I've never been so insulted by the likes of the green kind. He's not dignified at all he's not. Prepare him for the trainings, please. He gets the trainings, he does." Glimmer looks up at her Uncle as a lost puppy would eye a child.
The shouting so near to her dwelling drew a pale woman from the trees closest to the graveyard. Binx glared against the early morning sunlight from the opening in her mask, a single arrow held between the fingers of the hand that gripped her bow, ready to be fired at the source of the noise that had interrupted her slumber. She paused at the outskirts of the gathering, owlish eyes moving from face to face- including the new, green one. "You all could wake the dead with this racket..." griped the Uordeq softly, not seeming to care if her words were heard or not.
"Taklinn, I know we haven't seen eye to eye on many things and I'm sure you take slight at my recent deception, but clearly you can see that I'm not all bad. Even your mate seeks me out for comfort and support when she feels slighted. Perhpas we can put things behind us for now and come to some more amicable terms later. If there's one thing that we can agree on after living for years outside of the sun's warm embrace is that goblins are a thing that can't be trusted nor tolerated. Especially one so impudent as to call himself a would be king."
Wreynn slips off the railing he was lounging on landing softly on his feet. The look in his eyes changing from amusement to that of a serpent stalking prey. His muscles tense as he reaches for something in his pouch.
"Lets put him back in the box Taklinn, you know as well as I that we don't need him in town. He's as good as dead if he stays here anyway. Consider it a mercy for nobility. I wouldn't want the blood of a king on my hands."
Taklinn, Finally taking eyes from the armaments on Wreynn, seems to notice the Goblin for the first time. "A goblin king? Bah thats like bein' the white piece on top of chiken crap. Its still crap, only more visible. Boxin' one up dont seem ta be that big a problem, but I would prefer to put him in it dead, at the very least it would be a bit simpler."
"Taklinn Forgesplitter, King slayer. You know, that does have a ring to it." Wreynn quips while pulling a small handfull of shiny wrappers out of his pocket. Gently, he unraps one placing the small red confectionary in his mouth and tossing the rest to the fairy sitting by his feet.
"There's no need to be hasty, but I figure a live goblin hollering in a box is a better deterent than a dead goblin in a box. A dead goblin in a box looks like we tried to be decent and hadn't gotten around to burying him yet. Give him 2 days food and water, and set the box on small raft and let him drift in the middle of the lake. Tell him its how we welcome nobility around here. A scenic trip, so to speak. I'll even poke air holes for him so he can drown faster when the raft falls apart."
Starling watches the spectacle in silence from the near by tree line. So Taklinn is that scraggly bearded dirt monger's name. Lovely to know. The other must be Wreynn, if I heard the fairy right. Or something close at least. Blasted things are so hard to understand. I should keep an eye on that other uordeq, the female with the bow as well... She said to herself before stepping out in to the open to face the unknown fae, uordeq and goblin, as well as Taklinn and Rasiri. She shakes her head slightly, soft padded boots making little sound across the gravel and dirt of the road, as she approaches, considering first going to the Fae before deciding against it.
She stops not far from Rasiri, and eyes the little green thing with distinct distaste. "What in the name of the lady Hexadus is going on here, Rasiri? A goblin" the word left her mouth as though it tasted horrible on her tongue- "and an Uordeq asking for the aid of a Dwarf? I am uncertain that I have any hope of following the Fairy's words at all..."
The goblin sat there for a few moents, zoned out on what appeared to be a squirrel eating an acorn not to far away. Suddenly, he jumped back to reality, batting his eyes back into focus of his surroundings. "You small people bore King Nasher. And you're all very rude! All these people and still no drank!" The goblin moves to his box, being sure to put the lid back on top like it was before. 'You all could learn some manners fom the King Nasher!" he says as he scratches his behind. The goblin begins pushing his box in the direction of most of the houses in town. "Come ward! (Speaking to Rasiri) SHow me to your place. And by your place, I mean my place." The goblin takes the urodeq by the sleave and begins pulling him with him as he pushes the box with the rest of his body.
Fu chu had finally emerged for some fresh air, making his way to the Shady Corner when his eyes befalled this strange gathering. At first glance he only saw dark eyes, some known some new. Shrugging Fu made his way to the tavern but it was then when he noticed Taklinn and judging by his kinsman's stance it seemed he may be in need of some help. Fu steped closer to the madness
"Taklinn dono what seems to troubring you?" Fu gripped his Katana's handle firmly with one hand tracing his kinsman's eyes. At this point Fu noticed the little green thing.
Rasiri warily approached the box, and took a peek at it. Then he cautiously opened it, ready for anything.