NationStates Jolt Archive

Spineless from the start, sucked into the part
circus comes to town, you play the lead clown
Please, please
spreading his disease, living by his story
Knees, knees
falling to your knees, suffer for his glory
You will

Deep in the Everbog swamp, lay the city of Boomville. The largest city in all of the Goblin world, it was the center of life for nearly 50,000 goblinoids. In a world inhabited by 2 flying peoples, stayers, and dwarves many Goblins felt insecure. None would admit it, but perhaps they were even...afraid.

But soon their fear would be gone, replaced by a bloodlust that entire races couldn't fill. A genocidal glow would soon inhabit every Goblin's mind, and it would all start here. Here in Boomville, the Central Market hummed with delight. Spears, fish, pigs, and all manners of goods were being sold. Mnay Goblins were clad in the latest fashion: Moustaches and Tophats. Some of the older crowd would say that things were getting a little too new. What had happeaned to the swamp tribes who had struck fear into the hearts of Taur and Mer alike? What had happeaned to the race that ran blindly into scraps, wielding all manner of weapons, who kept on killing even after the enemy was dead?

Perhpas somehwere, in the land where all gods lie, Whacker saw what the Goblins were up to. A god of War and Masculinity, he would be disgusted. Perhaps he would even send some one to fix this problem...
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"REPENT!"
The yell had come from some area of the market. For some reason, everyone turned their head. There, in the center of the market was a Goblin, wrapped like a mummy in gauze. A few murmors of "A leper" were heard, but for the most part, silence had claimed the market. This Goblin, only his eyes visable from his wrappings, had stopped trade. Amazing too, was the fact that his entire head was wrapped, making it impossible for him toi move his mouth. And yet he had yelled.
"I have been sent by almighty Whacker to return ye to ye natural ways! cast away ye funny hats, and grab ye spears! Whacker wants blood!"
"Shut it! You no smartz! You leper! What you dun know? You no even speak Gobbo!" The vocal critic was unknown, but the crowd nodded in agreement.
"Believe what ye wish! For ye be doomed to slavery if ye disobey Whacker!" The goblin threw his head back and began to yell. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" As if by magic drums and flutes in the many shops began to play themselves. And with the music in play, the Leper began to sing:
"We come from the land of the Blood and water,
>from the midnight sun where the land is the Sun's daughter!
The hammer of the gods
Will drive our kin to new lands,
To fight as a horde, singing and crying:
Whacker, I am coming!
On we sweep 'a riding boars,
Our only goal will be the races of whores!"

One of the older Goblins rasied his voice "How soft your fields so green/Can whisper tales of gore/Of how we rode the tides of war./We are your overlords."
"Yes! Sing as Whacker taught you!" Something in the back of all thier mind told them the words, the words of a long neglected god, Even as they took off their top hats and pulled at their moustaches, they sang as one.
"So now you’d better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For war and death can win the day
Despite of all your 'Love choosen'."

"Yes my brothers! Yer remember your battle cry! But now, I have come to teach ye a new song, one that shall catapult our people into heaven! March with me!" The mass at the market began to follow him, not quite knowing where he was going. Even as they followed, the drums, flutes, and noises that screamed with electricity from some unknown music maker played a new tune. A tune of death and destruction.
"Dealing out the agony within
charging hard and no one's gonna give in!
Living on your knees, conformity
or dying on your feet for honesty
United, our bodies work as one
bloody, but never cry submission
Following our instinct not a trend
go against the grain until the end

Blood will follow blood!
Dying time is here!
The Horde has come!

Slamming through, don't fuck with razorback
Stepping out? You'll feel our hell on your back
Blood follows blood and we make sure
life ain't for you and we're the cure
Honesty is our only excuse
Try to rob us of it, but it's no use
Steamroller action crushing all
Victim is your name and you shall fall

Blood will follow blood!
Dying time is here!
The Horde has come!

We chew and spit you out
we laugh, you scream and shout
All flee, with fear you run
You'll know just where we come from

The Horde has come!

Damage jackals ripping right through you
sight and smell of this, it gets us goin'
Know just how to get just what we want
tear it from your soul in nightly hunt
Fuck it all and fucking no regrets
Never happy ending on these dark sets
All's fair for the Horde you see
step a little closer if you please

Blood will follow blood!
Dying time is here!
The Horde is here!"

OOC: Heh, big Metallica\Led Zepplin fan I see...

Oh well, I'm the same way, all of my named ships are Metallica songs...

You just wait until "The Thing That Should Not Be."
;) :)

You just wait until "The Thing That Should Not Be."
;) :)

Heh, that entire frigging CD is C'thulu Music.

Your telling me. They ought to call "Master of Puppets" Cthuhlu Rules Your Brain. Not to mention, one of my personal favorites, "Call of Kutlu"

Your telling me. They ought to call "Master of Puppets" Cthuhlu Rules Your Brain. Not to mention, one of my personal favorites, "Call of Kutlu"

Ktulu is from Lightning though... Although, personally, my favorite is Justice... Because all of the songs kick ass...

Oh I know it's froma diffrent album, but still. It's totally Lovecraftian. In alot of their songs they allude to Cthuhlu(Some even say Led Zep's "Kasmir" talks about the "Great Old Ones....")

Oh I know it's froma diffrent album, but still. It's totally Lovecraftian. In alot of their songs they allude to Cthuhlu(Some even say Led Zep's "Kasmir" talks about the "Great Old Ones....")

Kashmir has nothing to do with the "Great Old Ones of Lovecraft, at least not in my opinion... According to Led themselves it was inspired by a long bus ride to Kashmir...

As for Metallica and Cthulu, they only allude to Cthulu in Puppets and Ktulu, Load, Re-Load, Justice, Kill 'em All, and Monster have no cthuluesque refernces.

Yes, your right. I'm just sayin.

Grom the Paunch was unsettled by the news. Some leper was calling himself a messiah of Whacker, and claimed the goblins had grown weak. Was the Horde weak? Are we soft? He knew what he had to do. He walked, or rather waddled, to his personal shrine to Whacker. After sacrificing a dungeonee, he began to pray:
"Oh Great Whacka, I be askin fo yo o-pi-nion. Is I still da ruler of da Horde? I dun evey ting you dun asked! I be killin, I be buildin, hell I father 140 sons! What do ya wants from me?"

A red haze began to form from the statue on the shrine's eyes. Grom backpeddeled, wondering what kind of socecry this was. The statue soon shattered, sending fragments everywhere. Grom layed his head against the floor, in a sign of submission.

The being that stood before him was an avatar of Whacker himself.(Rather then describe what he looks like I'll show you! http://www.kekaikotaki.com/pics/COW02a.jpg)

"W-whacker. I thought youz had a bigger-"
"FOOL! IF I CAME FULLY LOADED I WOULD WIPE OUT A WORLD! NOW HEAR ME, SLAVE OF THE ELDRITCH GODS!"
"Yes Whacker."
"THE ONE WHO HAS COME BEFORE YOU IS MY SON, THE MESSIAH OF MY WILL! YOU HAVE PROVEN YOURSELF WEAK, UNFITTING TO RULE MY CHOSEN PEOPLE! MY SON SHALL TRY FOR YOUR THRONE. DEFEAT HIS PURPOSES, AND YOU WILL WIN BACK YOUR HONOR! FAIL, AND YOU SHALL HAVE A FATE BEFITTING OF THOSE WHO DO NOT DIE IN BATTLE!"

After a long silence Grom lifted his head up. The statue was back together, and all was normal. But Grom would not forget the message given to him. This Leper Messiah must be stopped. His guards would use force to kill any who supported the leper, and he would remain Grand Cheif.
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Somewhere in the streets of Boomville, a son heard his fathers voice, assuring him of victory. Spill blood, and my people shall be yours....

OOC: Lets say word has gotten out. Post here all you MY nations and tell me how your people react!

The Einherjar will join whatever side, that can offer the most gold or land, should the map get up.(ooc:this is kinda a goblin civil war, right)?.

OOC: It could be very quickly. But remember, the Leper Messiah has Whacker, god of the goblins, on his side.....

ooc: you want him to win, right?

OOC: Not really. If Grom wins the goblins get to keep their tophats, moustaches, and diplomatic ties. Really, Grom is in the lead so far. It's all in the dice...

ooc: otherwise they'll have improved batteskills, a crazed out God and alotta magic...truly, it's all in the dice.

OOC: Well they may have all of that, by the ENTIRE NATION will be devoted to war. No money, no nothing. War will be the focus for everything.

ooc: So they can just give it all to me ;D, might still be better to waste the rebels early on, eh...

"All rise, and thank that your cheiftan, Grom, no kill you!" The judges rised as Grom took his seat in the royal box, salvating at the trial at hand. The Leper had decided to submit to Goblin law. Multitudes had assembled to watch what would happean. It was the trial of....well the trial of the "Wink!" as the goblins called it. Judges Rock, Paper, and Pointy straightned their wigs and slammed their lizard skulls in unision, symbolizing the beginning of the trial.

Judge Rock stood up in his podium infront of the Lepr Messiah and raised his voice. "You seyz dat youz da son uh Whacker. Me no believe. You should be killed fo rasin all dat hell in da streets! Whatsamatta you?"
"Raise a little hell? RAISE A LITTLE HELL! Have ye forgotten that yer ancestors once made demons quake! We must raise hell! Me must burn the world to the ground until nothing remians! We must-"
"Shuddaup!" Paper screamed. "If youz no so much, and you ist da messia of Whacka, den tell me....why duddn't he tell us?"
"If he did such a thing, an evil never before seen would be unleashed upon this world! I have seen his plans! I have seen his brothers! Shub Niggurath! la! la!"
"Me no have any of yo lies 'ere! Dats heeresy!"
"Ye all think that ye Whacker is a god, but he is merely a servent! A servent! Ye true master waits, and he sees! Appease him, or be crushed! May thou escape the jaws of the MASKIM, and vanquish the power to the Ancient Ones! AND THE GODS GRANT YE DEATH BEFORE THE ANCIENT ONES RULE THE EARTH ONCE MORE! KAKAMMU! SELAH!"

By now the crowd was getting riled up. Energy was caking the room, like blood on a murder scene. Hairs were standing up, and indeed lightning would hit.
"Tells us wat you saw."
"Ye true master. The true being that ye call Whacker, has awakened. And he sends you a prayer." The Leper stood up, and faced the civillians around him. His eyes closed and his wrapped fingers distorted crunched into odd shapes he began to pray.
" The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are and the Old Ones shall be. From the dark stars They came ere gobbo was born, unseen and loathsome... They descended to primal earth.
Beneath the oceans They brooded while ages past, till seas gave up the land, whereupon They swarmed forth in Their multitudes and darkness ruled the Earth.
At the frozen Poles They raised mighty cities, and upon high places the temples of Those whom nature owns not and the Gods have cursed.
And the spawn of the Old Ones covered the Earth, and their children endureth throughout the ages.
Ye shantaks of Leng are the work of their hands, the Ghosts who dwelleth in Zin's primordial vaults know Them as their Lords."

The crowd decended unto their knees and prayed with him...