Blood Moon Goblins
19-06-2005, 01:31
Ironbiter, KING Ironbiter, surveyed the remains of the throne room. The genral dissaray caused by a few weeks of constant, bloody fighting had marred its...architecture somewhat, scorchmarks and the like, but it added charecter to the room.
The few prisoners were lined up in front of the throne, stripped to the waist, wearing the traditional brown loinclothes that pop up everywhere, even in cultures that havent invented cotton yet. Efforts had been made to find heavy chains and a (Takes place AFTER this:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=424528&page=1&pp=40)
few large padlocks that were arrayed seemingly at random around the general area of the prisoners.
"Now den, I figures dat joo guys were jus' doin joor jobs, defendin' yer respective mon-arks, and y'know, I been tol' dat joo fought well and all dat." The monarchs in question were Kings Furg, Squee, Squee (II), Nurg, Berf, Quarg, Thunderfoot, Ufrgle, and Zarg, as well as Queens Therk and Furgina. The captives looked somewhat releived, possibly this meant that they wouldnt be horribly tourtured to death, "BUT", the captives groaned, "I really dont like joo, so jo all gonna have ta die some nasty ways, eh? I fink dat joo five dere, you get nailed ta dat fing," Ironbiter indicated the large torch rings suspended from the ceiling. They held torches that were, at best, mediocre and constantly leaked oil, wax and whatever else Goblins put in torches. being nailed to one meant death by slow frying. "An' joo fellows dere, I finkin' joor goin' ta be frown inta da pit dere," The pit in question consisted of a large hole, about thrity feet deep and filled with about ten feet of Goblin waste, which is slightly less pleasant than human waste and just thick enough to stop you from sinking if you held a breath in. Not a nice way to go. "Da rest of joo, well, joor goin ta da fightin pits." That wasnt nearly as bad as the other deaths, as it generaly took less than one day to die from wounds in the arena, "Dat is, unless I fink of sometin' else. Take dem away."
The Kingsguards, loyal as ever to whoever was currently on the throne, grabbed the prisoners and dragged them off to their respective fates.
At this point a troupe of Goblins in military uniforms were brought in, most of them were rather dejected looking, their uniforms in rags and tatters, showing signs of beatings that usualy came with Gobli captivity.
Ironbiters eyes grew cold and a grim smile worked its way onto his features. "An' joo. I 'ave 'eard 'bout joo. Joo are da cowards dat ran away when Krark was kill'd. Joo cowards will be made an example of. Joo will suffer long and joo will be humiliated, joo will die in disgrace an' I will pers'nly see to it dat joor names are removed from joor banners, dat joo are removed from da hist'try records and dat joor families suffer as much as joo." Ironbiters grin widened slightly, "First, joo will be stripped of joor offices," Guards moved forward and began to remove the offending Goblins rank insignia, armour and similar items, "Joo will be branded wit' da mark of a coward," The Goblins were siezed, pinned to the ground, and held as more guards advanced, holding branding irons and scissors, "Joor ears will be cut off, as will your...ah-ha, vitals." Screams echoed throughout the cavern, rebouding off the wall as the Goblin struggled against the guards performing their rather messy task. Once the guards ceased they placed the fruits of their labour in bags and threw them into one of the firepits nearby, "An' finnaly, joo will be made ta live. Joo will be followed by guards every day, so dat joo do not kill joorself, dere are jobs fer joo, so dat joo can eat and afford a place ta live, an' dat is it. Take dese...fings away, find dem houses in da Kobold quarter."
Ironbiter sat back in the obsidian throne, it still had stains from Krarks assassination on it, the green blood standing out against the black stone. Krark had been, by the standards of Goblins, a fairly good king. He handnt declared that he was a horse, or married a horse, in fact, he had as little to do with horses as possible. In any case, a commemerative statue of some kind was in order. and some kind of party as well, no doubt. It would be rather hard to explain the Goblin suspended from the ceiling, though. Perhaps he could say it was some kind of Goblin burial tradition.
"IS dat all da pris'ners?"
The Kingsguard looked up at him, trying to wipe some of the blood off of his breastplate, "Yes mi'lord, sept da fellows dat'r out in da oder cities, an' a few out in da field."
Ironbiter nodded, exploring his hear with his little finger, "Hrm...oh well. Tell da guards ta start takin' down da fortifications 'round da entrances, we don' need dem anymore. Den get me da media people, I want ta talk ta dem." he flicked a gob of earwax across the throneroom, where it impacted on one of the unfourtunate prisoners hanging from a torch.
A few minutes later the 'media people' were trouped in, various news agencies that had branches in Blood Moon as well as the Goblins own news companies.
"Hallo, dis are jus' ta inform joo dat we are hosting a party a few weeks from now, it bein' a good time ta celebrate our recent vict'ry over da Kraven Corp'ration, and da new government in Blood Moon, nat'rly all joor important people 'r invited ta come 'n have a good dinner, we will be im'port'in food fer dem, 'cause dey prolly would'nt like da norm'l Goblin food. Dey're loss, but dats jus' my opinion. Now run off an' do whatever it is joo fellows do. Watch out for da mess on da way out."
A few weeks later the Great Hall was decked out in green, red and gold, rather Christmasy by human standards, but telling this to a Goblin might not be the wisest move in the world.
Huge tables, nearly the length of the hall, had been set up, providing seating for a few hundred Goblins. At the front were smaller tables with seats suitable for an average sized human to eat from, next to the Royal Table and in front of it. These tables were almost covered in various imported foods, ranging from a sort of fish-thing to an entire roasted cow. Clearly effort had been put into this, but there were small details that had been got wrong, such as the fact that the cow had been touched up with a merry grin and the chicken that was floating in a vat of melted butter.
The Goblin tables were also covored in food, mostly of the Goblin sort, which included a variety of insects, oddly shaped fruits and similar. Details wont be gone into because the narrator here just ate.
The assorted landing pads around the Gundabad mountain had been set up to receive various helicopters, and the airfield was secured for the arrival of any incoming diplomats. This was inconvienient for any Goblins or tourists, but the strip searches and beatings went on anyway.
(OOC:
Feel free to send anybody you like, I would, however, prefer that this didnt erupt in some kind of horrible violence because then my rather unstable leader would have to kill everybody, which would be bad for international relations.)
The few prisoners were lined up in front of the throne, stripped to the waist, wearing the traditional brown loinclothes that pop up everywhere, even in cultures that havent invented cotton yet. Efforts had been made to find heavy chains and a (Takes place AFTER this:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=424528&page=1&pp=40)
few large padlocks that were arrayed seemingly at random around the general area of the prisoners.
"Now den, I figures dat joo guys were jus' doin joor jobs, defendin' yer respective mon-arks, and y'know, I been tol' dat joo fought well and all dat." The monarchs in question were Kings Furg, Squee, Squee (II), Nurg, Berf, Quarg, Thunderfoot, Ufrgle, and Zarg, as well as Queens Therk and Furgina. The captives looked somewhat releived, possibly this meant that they wouldnt be horribly tourtured to death, "BUT", the captives groaned, "I really dont like joo, so jo all gonna have ta die some nasty ways, eh? I fink dat joo five dere, you get nailed ta dat fing," Ironbiter indicated the large torch rings suspended from the ceiling. They held torches that were, at best, mediocre and constantly leaked oil, wax and whatever else Goblins put in torches. being nailed to one meant death by slow frying. "An' joo fellows dere, I finkin' joor goin' ta be frown inta da pit dere," The pit in question consisted of a large hole, about thrity feet deep and filled with about ten feet of Goblin waste, which is slightly less pleasant than human waste and just thick enough to stop you from sinking if you held a breath in. Not a nice way to go. "Da rest of joo, well, joor goin ta da fightin pits." That wasnt nearly as bad as the other deaths, as it generaly took less than one day to die from wounds in the arena, "Dat is, unless I fink of sometin' else. Take dem away."
The Kingsguards, loyal as ever to whoever was currently on the throne, grabbed the prisoners and dragged them off to their respective fates.
At this point a troupe of Goblins in military uniforms were brought in, most of them were rather dejected looking, their uniforms in rags and tatters, showing signs of beatings that usualy came with Gobli captivity.
Ironbiters eyes grew cold and a grim smile worked its way onto his features. "An' joo. I 'ave 'eard 'bout joo. Joo are da cowards dat ran away when Krark was kill'd. Joo cowards will be made an example of. Joo will suffer long and joo will be humiliated, joo will die in disgrace an' I will pers'nly see to it dat joor names are removed from joor banners, dat joo are removed from da hist'try records and dat joor families suffer as much as joo." Ironbiters grin widened slightly, "First, joo will be stripped of joor offices," Guards moved forward and began to remove the offending Goblins rank insignia, armour and similar items, "Joo will be branded wit' da mark of a coward," The Goblins were siezed, pinned to the ground, and held as more guards advanced, holding branding irons and scissors, "Joor ears will be cut off, as will your...ah-ha, vitals." Screams echoed throughout the cavern, rebouding off the wall as the Goblin struggled against the guards performing their rather messy task. Once the guards ceased they placed the fruits of their labour in bags and threw them into one of the firepits nearby, "An' finnaly, joo will be made ta live. Joo will be followed by guards every day, so dat joo do not kill joorself, dere are jobs fer joo, so dat joo can eat and afford a place ta live, an' dat is it. Take dese...fings away, find dem houses in da Kobold quarter."
Ironbiter sat back in the obsidian throne, it still had stains from Krarks assassination on it, the green blood standing out against the black stone. Krark had been, by the standards of Goblins, a fairly good king. He handnt declared that he was a horse, or married a horse, in fact, he had as little to do with horses as possible. In any case, a commemerative statue of some kind was in order. and some kind of party as well, no doubt. It would be rather hard to explain the Goblin suspended from the ceiling, though. Perhaps he could say it was some kind of Goblin burial tradition.
"IS dat all da pris'ners?"
The Kingsguard looked up at him, trying to wipe some of the blood off of his breastplate, "Yes mi'lord, sept da fellows dat'r out in da oder cities, an' a few out in da field."
Ironbiter nodded, exploring his hear with his little finger, "Hrm...oh well. Tell da guards ta start takin' down da fortifications 'round da entrances, we don' need dem anymore. Den get me da media people, I want ta talk ta dem." he flicked a gob of earwax across the throneroom, where it impacted on one of the unfourtunate prisoners hanging from a torch.
A few minutes later the 'media people' were trouped in, various news agencies that had branches in Blood Moon as well as the Goblins own news companies.
"Hallo, dis are jus' ta inform joo dat we are hosting a party a few weeks from now, it bein' a good time ta celebrate our recent vict'ry over da Kraven Corp'ration, and da new government in Blood Moon, nat'rly all joor important people 'r invited ta come 'n have a good dinner, we will be im'port'in food fer dem, 'cause dey prolly would'nt like da norm'l Goblin food. Dey're loss, but dats jus' my opinion. Now run off an' do whatever it is joo fellows do. Watch out for da mess on da way out."
A few weeks later the Great Hall was decked out in green, red and gold, rather Christmasy by human standards, but telling this to a Goblin might not be the wisest move in the world.
Huge tables, nearly the length of the hall, had been set up, providing seating for a few hundred Goblins. At the front were smaller tables with seats suitable for an average sized human to eat from, next to the Royal Table and in front of it. These tables were almost covered in various imported foods, ranging from a sort of fish-thing to an entire roasted cow. Clearly effort had been put into this, but there were small details that had been got wrong, such as the fact that the cow had been touched up with a merry grin and the chicken that was floating in a vat of melted butter.
The Goblin tables were also covored in food, mostly of the Goblin sort, which included a variety of insects, oddly shaped fruits and similar. Details wont be gone into because the narrator here just ate.
The assorted landing pads around the Gundabad mountain had been set up to receive various helicopters, and the airfield was secured for the arrival of any incoming diplomats. This was inconvienient for any Goblins or tourists, but the strip searches and beatings went on anyway.
(OOC:
Feel free to send anybody you like, I would, however, prefer that this didnt erupt in some kind of horrible violence because then my rather unstable leader would have to kill everybody, which would be bad for international relations.)