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Post by enchilada on Jan 23, 2019 23:01:11 GMT
Enchee chewed her lip, then she chewed some odd leafy weed thing she’d found earlier. She was hungry, but she couldn’t steal that trinket in the shop window, it would be too hard, and she really really wanted it, so she absolutely had to save every coin she found. Even if it meant living with the feeling that she wasn’t doing something quite right... Enchee always spent her cash, keeping it in things she could sell if needed, random things she found or stole, sometimes things she bought and- She gasped, audiably, loudly. Queso ran around her hands as she kept them moving, distracting herself from the faint hunger pangs she was starting to feel. It wasn’t safe to grab food just yet. God, she needed to get her priorities straight.
Her glinting eyes set straight on their prize, a loose bag around the person of someone... towering... and... well, she didn’t care. She was going for it. Most likely they’d have something cool, like a pearl, or even some more coin in that enticing pack. It was basically inevitable, and at least it’d go to a good cause, poor little goblin girls on the fringe of society, right? No real home or place to go... just goblins in need. Little goblins, not even eight years old. Forget they grow older faster than humans, forget it. Not even eight! Right. Enchee stuffed her hand straight into the bag ahead of her, her stomach immediately making the loudest noise it had all day, Queso squeaking as loud as she possibly could, apparently, and Enchee herself giving little regard to how stealthy the whole operation was.
She swallowed the green leafy thing she found.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 23, 2019 23:09:51 GMT
(Passive perception of 15 XD)
Crucible was making his way across town to a local temple when he heard a low rumble directly behind him. His hand tightened on his mace, expecting danger, when a split moment later he realized he could feel a pull on his coin purse. It was a thief.
Relaxing his grip on his weapon, he turned to face the criminal. But he was certainly surprised when he saw the smol goblin in front of him. He paused for a moment, not quite sure how to proceed.
"Uh... Hello".
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Post by enchilada on Jan 23, 2019 23:19:15 GMT
“Oh! Um. Your coins were... I was checking they wouldn’t fall off if someone, like a thief, were to um... take them. Just in case.” She grinned up, and up, and up. Oh, he was certainly taller than she first thought. She thought about running, but she was already caught, and, she was conserving her energy. It was probably best to try to keep up this lie, and keep up the friendly neighborhood street rat vibe, rather than some stealing dirtbag who wouldn’t lift a finger for anyone but herself.
Queso ran up her arm.
Well, she wouldn’t do anything for herself or Queso. She loved her mouse friend.
“I’m an official coin purse... checker, you know! It’s my life’s work to try every purse in the land.” Her smile faded. This is the worst lie she’d ever wrapped her tongue around. She just hoped for some sort of mercy from this... whatever it is.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 23, 2019 23:34:09 GMT
Crucible would have lifted an eyebrow, if he had one. He had heard quite a few lies in his life, but this one was different. He couldn't believe it if he tried. But the girl before him looked like she could use some help.
"Well thank you for doing your civic duty, young lady". He beamed down at her like a proud parent as he fished a few coins from his coin purse. "Please, allow me to tip you in thanks". He held out a large metal hand, palm up, with three gold coins on top. "But I would suggest you find a different line of work. Some people might get the wrong idea about you".
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Post by enchilada on Jan 24, 2019 8:02:06 GMT
Greedily, she snatched the coins, then started back. She stopped, hanging her head slightly in guilt. Enchee sighed and looked at her little mouse, for the right thing to say, perhaps? Or some encouragement to actually say anything.
Staring at her scuffed boots, she knotted her hands and swayed slightly. “Listen, thanks mister. But uh. It ain’t true.” She looked up, and pushed the hair from her face, revealing the oddly scarred left side of her forehead. More in the centre, like in the middle to the left, really. People didn’t like how she spoke, how she dreamt, how her cards were true. The scratching of the eye into her skull wouldn’t be the first or last time someone would complain. “You already knew that, I’m sure.”
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 24, 2019 21:29:48 GMT
The warforged knelt down, trying his best to get on her level. His gaze lingered on the scars, before turning back to her. "I knew it wasn't true. How about you and I go get a hot meal? I'm sure your friend would appreciate it", he added as he gestured to Queso. "But only on one condition! You have to tell me more about you while we are at it. Deal?"
He stuck out his hand again, this time ready for a handshake. He didn't have much experience with goblins, and wasn't sure quite how to treat her. Regardless, he knew he should do so with kindness.
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Post by enchilada on Jan 24, 2019 22:14:35 GMT
Staring quizzically at the hand for a moment, she used it to get herself up on his shoulder. Opportunities to be tall were very appreciated in Enchee’s books. Maybe less so in the mouse’s, who buried herself in the goblin’s mass of matted, crimson hair. “Ok! Sounds really- really good.” She pushed her voice to be friendly, she wanted to be accepted by this big... thing... but there was something telling her that she might actually enjoy talking to someone in a friendly way. There was no need to treat this like a session where she’d blabber about the future for coin, this could actually turn out... almost normal. “I’m Enchee Laah’daah, this is Queso in here somewhere. What’s your name, friend?”
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 24, 2019 22:19:46 GMT
Crucible helped her up onto his shoulders, one hand resting on her leg to catch her should she fall. He was already making his way through the throngs of people, Enchee now head and shoulders above the crowd. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Enchee. And Queso too, of course. My name is Crucible". He tightened his grip on her leg, ever so gently, careful not to hurt her. The crowds were thick today, and he didn't want her to be knocked off.
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Post by enchilada on Jan 24, 2019 22:36:32 GMT
Enchee wrapped her arms tightly around Crucible, herself conscious she could fall. That would hurt, and she didn’t really like the sound of that. It took her a moment to process the people, now even below eye level, and the situation. A second’s contemplation lead to her blurting out something she bit her tongue over only after. Offending people was never a good idea on the streets, especially not big people who gave you money and all the other stuff they’ve done for you in about two minutes. “So, uh. What... are you?” It was safe to say her little education didn’t encompass a lot of the exotic races, and she didn’t care to read much. All that really mattered about people was their unattended items, or purses swinging below the waist. Most people are more or less identical when you’re only looking at robe skirts and loose, comfortable pants. Adventurers had the best trinkets.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 24, 2019 22:49:32 GMT
"Me? I'm an adventurer, obviously", he laughed. "I'm what's called a 'warforged'. Sort of like a golem but smarter. Alive". He dipped his fingers into his coin purse, dropping a gold piece into a beggars hat as they passed him. "We were built during the war, to be used as soldiers. After the war, we didn't really know what to do. I started working as a blacksmith and, eventually, a cleric". He ducked his head to pass through the door of a local tavern, careful not to bonk her head on the door frame.
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Post by enchilada on Jan 24, 2019 22:59:51 GMT
“Like a golem? Oh. Right. Of course.” She nodded to herself. Maybe she would care to read a little more. She had no idea of what he has saying, but she’d like to have one.
Looking around the tavern, she perked up, and got comfortable in its warmth. She wasn’t much warm herself, and it sure wasn’t hot outside anymore. “So, cleric, huh? All religiousy and god fearing? Also I guess you might be cooler than that.” Enchee felt her anxiety flying away. She also felt her filter drop; it was going to be a long day if Crucible really cared about the ‘correct’ questions. But she just wanted to know - too many amazing things happened all the time, best to learn everything quickly. Right now.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 24, 2019 23:09:10 GMT
Lifting her off of his shoulders, he gently set her on the ground next to a table, then took a seat. "I try to be relaxed about my religion. I believe that it's better to be the kind of person my God would want, than to try to force others to accept a new religion". He waved to one of the servers, indicating they were ready to order. "Now you get whatever food and drink you want, on me. And something for Queso".
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Post by enchilada on Jan 25, 2019 13:41:00 GMT
Enchee pulled off her scarf, robe, thing, then scrunched it up and put it on the chair, to give herself a little bit of a boost. She smiled gratefully and nodded, ordering a really big mug of milk, a bread bowl of stew and some peanuts for Queso. She rested her hands on the table comfortably. Her legs swung, not reaching the floor exactly. While the server was over, she kept her face covered by her hair, a little embarrassed by her scarring.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 25, 2019 23:31:51 GMT
"Hey, why are you hiding?" Crucible scooted his chair in closer to the table, his weapon and shield leaning against the table. "Are you worried about being recognized? His eyes wandered the room, hoping to find whatever was scaring the poor girl.
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Post by enchilada on Jan 25, 2019 23:47:47 GMT
She looked at Crucible questioningly, then gasped quietly. “It’s no one in here. I just don’t want to show off the carvings, I don’t like people knowing that I’m... gifted. I have these dreams, they come true in odd little ways... people can get upset.” Enchee was fidgety, and she shifted around in her chair a fair deal. “Plus, it’s just not nice to look at. I think a lot of people don’t like looking at goblins at the best of times anyway.” She laughed, sort of. Quietly. “I think they’re ugly, personally.”
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