Post by Maur on Oct 14, 2015 20:11:38 GMT
Nafagonn cautiously made his way through the streets of Etirath, with his advanced height and posture, for a Goblin that is, he could pass as a human as long as he kept himself concealed within this heavy cloak, he had 'procured' it from a traveler along his path towards this great Nation, or so he hoped it was. The wayward Goblin saw as humans children played in the marketplace, their innocence intact, not a care in the world, Nafagonn had smiled at this firstly. However, following that his face turned to a deep scowl, hidden beneath his large covering of brown cloth, remembering four separate occasions as his brothers were cut down before him, his innocence stolen, shattered, and then handed back, too damaged to be repaired, hopefully, within these walls he could raise up a party of his own, to head back home and ensure that his last kin, his little infant sister, kept her innocence for as long as possible. He had not forgotten about her, he just hoped he had enough time. After this has been accomplished, Nafagonn wished to bring his sister, and what he could gather of his Clan, back to Etirath to start anew in peace.
Perhaps this was a fools dream, perhaps he was a fool.
One of the children inadvertently bumped into him, causing him to stumble, and an involuntary cruse erupted from his mouth, this one was a particularly nasty Goblin swear.
"Crugbah!" He exclaimed, Nafagonn spoke smoothly for a Goblin, but to a human this was still a guttural, beast-like voice, in surprise the parent of one of these children, a particularly burly one, standing at roughly six feet tall with short, sandy blonde hair, he appeared to be about thirty and his face was adorned with a scruffy beard. He shooed the child away and whirled on the Goblin. Nafagonn tried to flee, but the man caught his cloak and tore it from him, the Goblin warrior now being revealed, earned gasps from a few of the collected bystanders, one particular woman shrouded in a posh red dress let out an unearthly squeal, the man now looked furious, as if he were about to strike. Confirming Nafagonn's suspicion, the human brought his fist back, telegraphing a blow.
Perhaps this was a fools dream, perhaps he was a fool.
One of the children inadvertently bumped into him, causing him to stumble, and an involuntary cruse erupted from his mouth, this one was a particularly nasty Goblin swear.
"Crugbah!" He exclaimed, Nafagonn spoke smoothly for a Goblin, but to a human this was still a guttural, beast-like voice, in surprise the parent of one of these children, a particularly burly one, standing at roughly six feet tall with short, sandy blonde hair, he appeared to be about thirty and his face was adorned with a scruffy beard. He shooed the child away and whirled on the Goblin. Nafagonn tried to flee, but the man caught his cloak and tore it from him, the Goblin warrior now being revealed, earned gasps from a few of the collected bystanders, one particular woman shrouded in a posh red dress let out an unearthly squeal, the man now looked furious, as if he were about to strike. Confirming Nafagonn's suspicion, the human brought his fist back, telegraphing a blow.