Oblivion short 11
Feb. 20th, 2007 04:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cmdr_zoomMaybe it's the Hist sap talking (and it probably is, 'cuz I never got this kind of buzz off one mug of anything, not even Newheim's ale), but these Blackwood guys aren't so bad. That Forsaken Mine thing must have just been a big mistake. Sure, they're no Blades, but they aren't as bad as Oreyn said. I almost feel like telling them he sent me to infil... in... join them. But then they might not like me, and I don't want to break up this great team we have.
At first I didn't want to drink the sap - it smelled awful, even to me - but that lizard, Jeetum-Zee, wouldn't let me go on the mission unless I did. Now I'm glad. I feel great. I can tell my new friends do too. It's like we're invincible. There's nothing we can't do.
Jee Zee sent us to hunt goblins in a little town down by Leyawiin called Water's Edge. Been here before. Met a nice girl (not as nice as my Mazoga, though) and helped her out of some trouble. Paid off her father's gambling debt so she didn't have to sell her grandfather's grave goods. The man should get to rest in peace.
Goblins. I hate 'em, nasty little screeching things with their knives. The ones in the sheep paddock don't even fight back, they just stand there and bleat. Then we hit 'em, and they fall down and bleed.
We were joking around earlier, but now that we're here, we're all serious. Intense. Our leader (what a great guy) calls me over and tells me he still smells goblins. Tells me to search the houses.
He's right. I find some. They aren't much trouble, not for me. Gut one, move on to the next house. Stupid goblins, with their pink skin and golden hair and...
Wait.
They sent us here to kill goblins. (Right.) And we've been killing goblins. (Right.) Goblins that look just like...
No.
No no no no no
NO!
Akatosh, forgive me. Talos, Julianos, Zenithar... Mara, Dibella, Arkay, Stendarr, Kynareth...
Martin...
Martin, forgive me.
They found him in the morning in the Chapel of Zenithar, in Leyawiin: a most unusual sight, an orc warrior in full armor (his boots, some whispered, caked with red mud) slumped over the Altar of the Nine, hoarse from praying all night. He was taken from there to the White Stallion Lodge by his fellow knight-errant, Sir Mazoga, to recover. Count Caro declined to comment.
By mid-day, after the first news arrived from Water's Edge, everyone had something else to talk about.
(One more to go.)
At first I didn't want to drink the sap - it smelled awful, even to me - but that lizard, Jeetum-Zee, wouldn't let me go on the mission unless I did. Now I'm glad. I feel great. I can tell my new friends do too. It's like we're invincible. There's nothing we can't do.
Jee Zee sent us to hunt goblins in a little town down by Leyawiin called Water's Edge. Been here before. Met a nice girl (not as nice as my Mazoga, though) and helped her out of some trouble. Paid off her father's gambling debt so she didn't have to sell her grandfather's grave goods. The man should get to rest in peace.
Goblins. I hate 'em, nasty little screeching things with their knives. The ones in the sheep paddock don't even fight back, they just stand there and bleat. Then we hit 'em, and they fall down and bleed.
We were joking around earlier, but now that we're here, we're all serious. Intense. Our leader (what a great guy) calls me over and tells me he still smells goblins. Tells me to search the houses.
He's right. I find some. They aren't much trouble, not for me. Gut one, move on to the next house. Stupid goblins, with their pink skin and golden hair and...
Wait.
They sent us here to kill goblins. (Right.) And we've been killing goblins. (Right.) Goblins that look just like...
No.
No no no no no
NO!
Akatosh, forgive me. Talos, Julianos, Zenithar... Mara, Dibella, Arkay, Stendarr, Kynareth...
Martin...
Martin, forgive me.
They found him in the morning in the Chapel of Zenithar, in Leyawiin: a most unusual sight, an orc warrior in full armor (his boots, some whispered, caked with red mud) slumped over the Altar of the Nine, hoarse from praying all night. He was taken from there to the White Stallion Lodge by his fellow knight-errant, Sir Mazoga, to recover. Count Caro declined to comment.
By mid-day, after the first news arrived from Water's Edge, everyone had something else to talk about.
(One more to go.)