Snippet #1810306

If you had asked him before, Urknekt would have told you that he probably was not going to be very fond of this group of his with their stupid concepts of honor and duty and goddesses and crap like that, which, truth be told was devoid of any weight or meaning being just hollow words that a killer might use to paint himself a hero to its people.

If you asked him now, what he thought of the group, he would tell you that everyone but the goblin elder had their brains removed and replaced by horse`s excrement.

They were dull and talking about things of no real importance and as he could have bet his liver on, the elves proved to be unsocial freaks who stuck up behind and watched from affar, they reminded of cats, how he hated those creatures... they did however, manage to make a delicious stew when paired with honeyed orange.

He looked to the goblin elder but he seemed to be talking about capturing a griffon "Aye we should do that just to prove we can!" shouted Urknekt making his support to this endeavor clear

What in the bloody hell is a Griffon though?

He did not failed to notice that the nose less goblin was in deep talk with an icefolk with hair the color of wheat, mayhap it was not the right time to talk about necromancy with him at the moment, there was another individual who might offer insight but he was an orc and he just knew that no matter what they thought they knew it was useless to a goblin as himself.

That left him with the snakewoman, to hear her tell it she was some sort of priest,monk,wizard...thing and while he doubted she was an adept at communing with the dead, but since he knew well that the goblins were the risking type, thats why they had left their caves and managed to settle on mountains, rivers, hills and pretty much everywhere.

"Saaaaay" he said as he grabbed a seat near the snake woman "Kelvaras is it? do you by any chance know anything about... well i dont know how you southrons name it but" he realized something "you know what ill need a drink to talk of this stuff"

He lifted his arm and said "hey waitress two whiskeys here" the snakewoman replied "sorry I don't drink" Urknekt nodded and said "O I get it" he lifted his arm and said "hey waitress, two bottles of rum please" the priestess seemed struck by this and replied "Goblin I don't think you heard me, I DON'T drink" Urknekt nodded again and said "I know what you mean" he lifted his arm to signal the waitress again and say "Well have two cups of wine here" the nagi reflected something that Urknekt perceived as annoyance as she finally said "Goblin, Im not drinking any alcohol" Urknekt laughed "O why didn't you said that earlier" he signaled the waitress yet again and said "Hey well just be needing beers after all"

While the waitress indeed brought a bottle Urknekt never stopped to check if the nagi was drinking too, probably she wasn't thirsty but his head was dizzy by now "you know what woman, I think well pick this later I think if had enough for the day and plenty for the night as well, be seeing you later" Urknekt got up and mumbled "sweet dreams"

If he remembered it by next morning he would make a point to never drink so much without someone to undress him, it was difficult as hell to remove all the safety locks and to undo the cogs and remove the chains that composed his impressive infantry armor, putting a key in a keyhole proved to be a challenge to many when under the influence of alcohol and undoing such a complex system of armor was something that was well above and beyond the drunk goblin`s skills so he slept with some parts of his armor off and most of them still over him

He could not recall what exactly he had told the snaketail about the talk with the dead, had he used the name of necromancy to refer to the ability to speak with the dead, he could not tell you if he had gone into specific details or if it had been a really general talk but he wished she could do it, he wanted to talk to his son again, tell him how proud he was when he stormed that elven keep... and how his memory would be one of inspiration and valor when he died holding it, and how once Urknekt`s time walking on the land of the living was done they would finally make that trip to the Island of Aceplon.

He had other spawn, of some he did not knew even the mother`s name let alone the whelp but Lugush was special he was fast and cunning were the others were slow, he proved himself a leader amongst goblin kind and a formidable fighter, so formidable that they told Urknekt if he had sired the child with an ogre

Youre so ugly you might as well shack one

He smiled and his mind drifted away into the realm of dreams