A normal day in Goblintown
Log Info
- Title: A normal day in Goblintown
- Emitter: Jay
- Characters: Jay, Robert, Lauriel, Munch, Zofija
- Place: A02: Goblintown
- Time: Thursday, March 17, 2022, 8:49 PM
- Summary: Explosions! Artificers! Arvek Nars! A war golem and an egalrin! They meet up in the streets, exchange names and in some cases catch up. Jay and Greasy Bob haven't seen each other in ages, Zofija is attempting to clean some artifice oils out of clothing. Lauriel, a dawn elf in wooden armour, is happy to meet them all.
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'Goblintown' consists of a dead-end street where a number of poor (and, as the name suggests, goblinoid) residents of the city live. Many of the buildings here have been cobbled together with whatever material was available at the time, often bits of metal and stone stolen from the factories to the north rather than wood. That said, in recent days, many of these temporary structures have been converted to more permanent fixtures, giving the area a less 'shanty' and more 'conventional' appearance, interspersed with the previously impoverished look the place was known for.
The occasional shrine to Reos seems to represent the only 'official' presence in the area, with the City Watch seeming all but invisible here. In their place, there appear to be numerous Arvek and Gobber groups that form a makeshift community watch, giving the sense of wary eyes on every street. From time to time, the symbol of Serriel may be seen as well, though mainly among the Arvek, who oft bear it with pride. Oruch shops sit alongside gobber ones, though the latter far outnumber the former; gobbos' nimble minds make them the natural crafters of the goblinoid world.
At one point there were few shops here, but now the entire area bristles with brisk trade of things ranging from basic necessities to the more esoteric magical and bits of artificery. It is said that one can find everything they need in Goblintown without having to step foot in another section of the city, and this statement, judging by the activity in this area night and day, may very well hold true.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Appearing -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Jay 5'9" 145 Lb Eaglefolk Male A perky male Blue Jay with a discerning eye. Lauriel 4'11" 114 Lb Dawn Elf Female Stout elf wearing a tree. Munch 6'5" 225 Lb War Golem Male Dreadlocked golem with metal scales. Robert Zofija -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=
>>>BOOOM<<<
"WOOOO!" "YES!" "Who thought that was a good idea?"
It's a regular day in Goblintown, or will be in an explosion or two. As the dust settles, the streets return to normal.
Munch lounges near the gate to the Junkyard. With nothing of particular interest happening inside, the golem watches the explosions and bodily harm with casual interest. Another day in Goblin Town.
Normal.. a word with a multitude of different meanings depending on the time and place and people involved. Take for example this street busy with folk, mostly goblin, going about their daily lives. Gadgets and tools in hand. Swapping parts and making deals. Metal everywhere to be seen.
And then introduce a female form wearing.. what looks to be parts of a tree. Face covered in a wooden visor with 'eyes' actually bits of smoothed out amber.
She walks slowly, taking in the sights as it were. The explosions make her pause. But quickly enough she's moving again.
Robert looks a man who's been crawling through the inner workings of artifice all day. He's smeared with dark grease and glistens with some unknown oil in place. The big Cerenzan is probably very flammable right now and has no business in this neighborhood. The problem? He has business in this neighborhood.
There's a wonderfully-crafted hammer hanging from his belt opposite a few queer-looking gegaws. He has a wide belt slung over his shoulder sporting a dozen vials of aethercite and similar compounds, multi-colored and volatile.
"I was here first!" A bright blue, black and white egalrin squawks, appearing suddenly as if he teleported in. More likely he fell to earth from the sky. He hops about in the middle of the street, causing a flap and flapping his wings. "Anyone injured? Want to sue? I'm a personal injury solicitor."
"Cheap rates!" He chirps loudly, "Cheap!"
The war golem is ignored, it might be a pile of junk. The female form, with the strange visor is approached, "Ma'amSir! Is that shrapnel?" The loud bird hops in place some more, dangerously close to bumping that hammer with his tail.
Munch has faced demons, trolls, giants, dragons, and godlings without fear. Lawyers... lawyers make him uneasy. But he just has to ask, "Cheap? Or inexpensive?" he buzzes curiously, eyeing the birdman.
Suddenly a Egalrin appears and the female tree is forced to stop. She listens to the avian and tilts her head to the side. Then raises hands to lift off her helm to reviel an elf of the Dawn veriety. Her lips curled into something between a grin and a smirk. "Shrapnel? No. I use almost no metal in my armor. And most things bounce off ironwood." She then glances over at Munch and her grin grows wider.
"Integrity C. Truefeather!" Booms a rather stern, paternal voice from behind the blue egalrin. There's a pause while Robert waits, glowering, for Jay to turn around. He manages to keep the look of an annoyed parent for less than a heartbeat before his face splits into a wide grin and he picks the bird up in a bearhug, clasping his wrists and heaving mightily. "You son of a gun it's been too long!"
The Cerenzan laughs, quite pleased, and looks past the birdman to offer Lauriel an apologetic smile. "Sorry, miss. Old friends." He's still holding mister Truefeather in the hug.
The egalrin turns every which way except around.
"Eminently affordable!" The blue jay faces Munch, standing tall and touching his hand to his breast. The matching side wing curls around in a similar gesture. "Retainer and flat rates for standard filings."
Then he bobs his head, beak pointing at the dawn elf as he examines her up and down. "Ironwood? Wow! Ironwood! That's coo.. >AWK<!"
A sudden screech interrupts his speech as a sudden bearhug interrupts his posture once the greasy old man stops waiting. He's lifted off the ground, talon'd feet curling up, then his toes pointing in elated surprise, "Bob! Bob! It's you? Here? In Alexandria! You're in Alexandria. So am I, it's fantastical. It's been so long. How did you get here, why did you get here? I thought you retired!"
Munch buzzes in amusement, nodding to the Jay, and turns his focus to the wood elf. Who's a dawn elf. "So you new? Hard to be sure, enough others wear masks might just be a new face. Name's Munch. Munch TerrorMaw."
The elf looks between the meeting of man and bird with amusement and a simple nod to the man's apology. "No worries." And then an excited bird over ironwood. Bear hugs...Her eyes grow a touch wider and she chuckles.
She then turns to Munch and focuses in on the warforge's structure. Smile dimming as her brain kicks in try and understand how he was forged into being. She offers a hand in greeting to him. "I'm new. Name is Lauriel."
"The TerrowMaw? Wait! I have something. Caw caw, when I'm put down." The jaygalrin clacks his beak, looking over his shoulder at Robert. He clack-clacks again, squirming, a bird in hand.
"Me too golden one. Integrity! It's me. Integrity C. Truefeather." Another sidelong look at Robert where he adds a drawn out, "Esquire. New too!"
Robert sets Jay back down, reaching up with both hands to cup the fellow's head and plant a peck on his crown. Then he takes a moment to smooth back the feathers. "Yes, it's me," he admits, patting the egalrin's shoulders. "My goodness you've gotten so big; I could hardly pick you up!"
The big Cerenzan steps back, finally giving the familiar lawyer some space and some attention to the other two folks in the street. "Bob, hello!" He greets. "Semi-retired but getting back into the swing of things," a hand goes onto the bulge of his stomach and he rubs it thoughtfully. He tilts a head at Jay. "I dug a few things out of the basement to tinker with. I'm curious to see if they still work after all these years. And my poor neighbors are sick of me showing up to chat when I get bored..."
Munch nods to each in turn. "Lauriel. Integrity. Bob." The golem buzzes a moment before looking to the lawyer. "C-e-e, or just one C that stands for something?"
Lauriel nods as names are given, one by one. "Congratulations on finding one another again. I take it it's been some time if you're talking about Integrity's size." She shifts her wooden helm from one arm to the other, the branches that sweep back from it's crown causing her a minor bit of grief.
Released from the hug, the bluejay immediately embraces the big Cerenzan, wrapping arms and wings around him. It looks, for just a second, as if he's attempting to lift the man and failing. The effort is abandoned with a switching of his tail. "I remember that basement! So many boxes. Haw! If you need help I'll hold the light."
A slightly more serious turn slips into his caw, "the kids, they're all right?" Then the hug is released and Integrity spends a few moments re-arranging his feathers, including the ones Robert 'fixed'. He's picky with his preening, it seems.
"Conscience! It stands for Conscience. Conscience is my middle name." He answers Munch, producing a paper from seemingly no where and handing it to the war golem. "Notice! It's a civil suit for parts appropriate from... that junkyard behind you!"
"Four years, Madame Lauriel. I was secretary to the solicitor that handled Bob's estate matters.""
"My wife's," Bob explains, patting Jay again. "The state of my estate remains stately," the Cerenzan jokes before adding, "He did fine work... except for the unprofessional bit where he almost became my son-in-law."
It's joshing, clearly, and whatever happened in the past remains a happy memory and not some kind of wunderpunkt.
"The kids are fine," he finally thinks to answer, reaching up with one hand to adjust the belt of supplies. "Scattered to the wind. I'm up to five grandkids now..."
Munch accepts the paper, looking it over a few moments before turning it right-side-up and looking a little more. "Clunk's? Suit? Parts? Who's appropriating what?" Would help if he'd actually read the paper and not just look at the pretty calligraphy of the lettering.
From one of the nearby buildings, just outside of the structure, was a hobgoblin that was hunched over on a stool behind a washbasin, looking more than a bit covered in grease. Gone were the fine furs and cloth, instead a pair of loose pants and a simple vest that were covered equally in grease. "When that listing said helping out a tinker in goblintown, I didn't know it meant doing their laundry." The arvek-nar grumbles to herself. "How in the hells do they manage to get such small garments so filthy?"
Lauriel is about to talk when she hears another voice call out in complaint. She finds the speaker. An arvek-nar and finds herself chuckling. "Sorry. I do not mean to laugh at your misfortune. I was thinking that there has to be an alchemical way to slover your issue. And that this is the best place to find such." She waves at the crazy street.
"Right! I nearly called him daddy." Integrity confirms, followed by "Five grandkids? Oh wow. Congratulations!"
Next, Munch is accosted, "Yes! Exactly, it's all right there. There." He points on the page, "Clunk claims your internal mechanisms. Wait! That voice."
The bluejay turns his head, beak pointing at the Arvek Nar, and his feather crest raising up. "You! You!" He flaps over to Zofija, "My files! You took my files from the Skull's Cup. I need them, they're very important. And don't trust Alchemy, they'll simply explode them."
"The Skull's Cup? Isn't that in Blar? I had a travelbook..." Robert dives into his hip-sack, rummaging around to try and find the item in question.
"Oh, shoot," he pulls out a timepiece, looking at it. "Gotta meet the landlord for my new smithy's." The watch goes 'clack' when he closes the lid. "You have to promise to come find me, Icy, we have a lot of catching up to do."
The Cerenzan starts walking backwards, waving a hand. "I'm easy to find. People know me. Nice meeting everyone," he offers one last wave.
Munch buzzes in confusion. "He does? Huh. Weird thing to do. Guess better figure out which he's referring to. The toxic stuff, the explosive stuff, the corrosive stuff, or the just plain dangerous stuff."
Lauriel waves to the rapidly moving Robert as he heads off to his meeting. "People come and go so quickly here. Watching this street is like watching a ant hill of activity." She says mainly to herself rather then the others.
She leans over a tad and then looks at the paper munch is holding. "Make sure you read any fine print."
"Of course there is. Good old lye and animal fats." The Arvek-nar grunts as she looks up and holds up the bar of soap she had in her hand. "And you're a lot braver than I am if you trust anything a goblin is selling you to make clothes clean in an instant."
The Arvek-nar blinks. "Oh Tegri, you're here? I thought you were going out to work in Blar still, not sure why you're here. I left it with the barkeep in the skull's cup, but it ended up in my traveling pack somehow. You can have it back if you need, not like I can read any of it anyways."
The bluejay wingwaves farewell at Robert as he addresses the Arvek Nar, "Yes! I came far, from Blar. They told me you took them and you came here, to Little Blar." He hops up and down in front of Zofija.
"Like she said, read the fine print. It's very fine." He calls to Munch and Lauriel, "You need eagle eyes."
Munch buzzes in mild concern. "Does it really need to be eagle? My blue prints used dissected hawk eyes for design specifications. Though think the common term is still Eyes of the Eagle. There's also wyvern viscous jelly for lubrication, if that makes a difference."
Lauriel turns her attention farther up the street. She hmms and then nods. "It was nice to meet you all. I think I see a stall I wish to look at and then I need to find lodging for the night." She gives them all a nod before slipping the wooden helm on and walking her tree-like self down the street and away.
"Sorry, I was going to stay and give them to you, but I got held up by someone, so I couldn't stay." The Arvek-nar grunts as she sets down the soap to pull out the papers from the bag with her dry hand. "Should all be there. Wyvern jelly, sounds interesting.You war golems get made of all sorts of different things, hard to keep track."
"Oh uh, okay. See you." She says to the elf, waving them off.
"Um... ah... um. Yes, that sounds fine." Integrity looks flustered, adjusting his wings, then his waistcoat, his beak clacking open and closed. He runs a hand over his crest, smoothing it down.
His head turns as he watches Lauriel leave. "The woods have come to Lexi." That last only a moment before he's flapping at Zofija again.
"Yay! My files!" He takes them and immediately flaps over to a table and starts checking through the folders. "Ohyeh, thanks thanks!"
Munch buzzes and shrugs, nodding to the hob. "Most are just metal and magic. But I'm not exactly standard issue. Wyverns was what I could catch. The jelly in their eyes stays wet for ages, even in high heat, works great to keep my own eyes lubricated." He glances over the paper again. "So... do I need to do anything special, or just go talk with Ol' Clunk?"
"Well, whoever told you to come here, they could have given you better directions. Little Blar, goblintown? That's not where I'm likely to be, it's only chance that brought me out this way." The arvek-nar grunts. "Glad you got your files back and all that. You're welcome."
"Ah, for your eyes. I guess that makes sense. Can't say I heard of a standard issue war golem anyways."
"Talk with Clunk! Yes." The jay bobs up and down, even sitting, popping in place. "Talk with Clunk. I can assist. Work out a settlement. Let me get my papers in order."
Flip, flip, flip-flip. He's re-arranging his folders, adjusts a few feathers. He finds a loose one and uses it like a bookmark.
"But you're a goblin, why wouldn't you be in goblintown?" This comment causes a lot of heads to turn.
Munch shrugs. "If you're not Alexander, why are you in Alexandria? It's just a name. Lotta folk like here who aren't goblins. Like me."
Munch clanks into Old Clunks' yard.
"I am not a goblin." Zofi grunts. "I don't even look close to being one based on height alone."
"And I did not come here to get a taste of home, so I'd rather avoid it when possible. But coin is coin, so I'm here."
"To get my papers!" The l-eagle egalrin holds up the stack of folders. "I'll be back in Blar soon, I have court."
"Wait? You're not?" He whips his head around to examine Zofija, looking her up and down, his beak an obvious pointer as examines her from head to foot. "You have the ears! Hmm. HMMMMMM! You might be right."
"No, I am not. I am an Arvek-nar, hobgoblin if you really must use the word, but the differentiation is important." Zofi states, crossing her arms and looking at the egalrin back. "I will take it as a compliment that my ears are so prominent, instead of not. Must be important papers to go all the way out from Blar to get them. But I don't know if those words are even legible in any language, so I don't know what you're doing with them. If they support your case, then that's good I suppose."
"They're prefectly legible!" The egalrin protests, holding out a random page, "You can't read this?" He flaps it in Munch's direction, "can't you? With your wyvern-hawk eyes?"
Without waiting, he slaps it back into a folder, "Yes, they are, that's why I'm here! I haven't been chased out of Blar at all."
"Maybe to an Egalrin, but the other one I was with said they couldn't make heads nor tailfeathers out of it." Zofi shrugs. "And I'm pretty sure she has eagle like eyes, but probably no wyvern jelly."
"What, did you get chased out of Blar? I didn't even bring up that thought. Shit, what'd you have to do for them to kick you out of that place?"
"What? No, of course no! I said I wasn't!" The bluejay caws, standing up and gathering his things. "And if I was, it would be /allegedly'. As in, I allegedly uncovered a grand conspiracy involving an underground cult to resurrect the dead. Allegedly! Which I didn't."
He flaps over to Munch, "Let's go see Ol'Clunk! I'm sure this can be settled with a few fees and some legal consultation. Easy. Easy!"
He spreads a wing to lay across the war golem, then decides against it and folds it back, finally pointing Zofija, "If you're irritated by the lye and caustic I have a standard injury form you can use against your employer for hazardous workplace!"
"Did you now?" Zofi asks, raising one brow. "Well, it's a good thing that's only allegations, since it sounds like some pretty terrible pieces of garbage to do something like that.And I would want to hear about that if it was the case."
"I should be fine, I've washed plenty of clothes in my day. If I burn myself washing clothes, then that's my own damn fault for not being careful enough. Besides, sometimes people like scars anyways."
"I should probably get back to washing anyways, as much as I would like to hear about what you have to share. Otherwise I'll be here by the time the sun is down."
"Okay! Bye!" Tegri hops towards Ol'Clunk's junkyard, "Bye!, Oops, Bye!" A feather falls out of his wing and he stoops to pick it up and tucks it in amongst the folders. "Allegedly!" He caws one last time, entering the yard.
"Oh!" Can be heard, "That's a safety hazard. That's a safety hazard. That's a safety hazard. Is that a... and it's live? Oh my. Oh my!"
There's a crash of metal as something topples over, then down the street a distant and muffled explosion. Unrelated. Alleged.
Just another normal day in Goblintown.
OOC
Say Yes to the dress
https://twitter.com/_pocketss/status/1370512908338274306/photo/1
<OOC> Munch reads, snerks
<OOC> Lauriel says, "I have befouled it!"
<OOC> Jay says, "Look! It is whole. It is still beautiful even with mud on it, just like you."