Post by Maur on Jun 28, 2016 4:45:47 GMT
It was certainly an odd sight, eleven Curathon mounted by twenty Ravager Goblins riding into Etirath, armored Bog Kings at six feet tall running easily at their sides, it was something the people of Etirath had never seen before, and frankly something they did not know how to react to.
There were many odd glances as the party of Goblins followed the roads to Etirath proper, when they began to enter the more urban areas of the land the nine Nathra agents who had been following the company spread out into the alleyways and onto the rooftops, they observed the proceedings coolly and calmly, but from a distance.
The leader of the group sat alone on his steed, his lizard was larger than the rest, and it's complexion was of a darker and deeper green in keeping with the Goblin's aesthetic, the face that showed through his helmet was weathered and dark, his attire was charcoal grey from his boots and cloak to the open faced helmet he wore, his bodyguard Bog Kings wore a similar color, but of hard plate metal that a pike would find difficult to pierce, and a war-hammer hard to dent.
They were new to these lands, in fact they were new to the overworld in general, most of these Goblins had lived underground nearly their entire lives, in a nation inhabited by millions of their kind, Rectherron. The overworld city dazzled them so much with the way it sparkled in the sunlight, and how the roof tops shined, that they almost forgot they had no clue where they were going.
The procession rode into what appeared to be a market, the Gob in charge asked the people as a whole, where he could find whoever ruled this land. One would think that with an intelligence agency as complex as the Nathra that this would not be necessary, but mistakes were bound to happen, this was their first time after all.
A group of guards cautiously approached them, the crowds erupted into murmuring.
"What are you?" The apparent leader of the guards addressed the grey-clad Goblin, who was correct in his assumptions that these people had never seen his kind before.
"I am Gurik of Rectherron, and I seek an audience with your Lord." He replied, to which not one soul responded how he had expected, they were mostly confused.
After explaining themselves several times the Goblins were told to follow the guards, one of said guards being sent away for reasons unbeknownst to them, later along the journey it became clear, he rejoined them with dozens of other soldiers who quickly formed up around the mounted Gobs, and their Bog Kings, as they lead them through the streets of the city.
Thousands of odd glances and crude exclamations later, they stood at a large door, and Gurik was told that his whole group could not enter. He instructed the Bog Kings and his guards to remain behind, while he selected two from their number which he called out by name, Grokkel and Debur. They dismounted along with their leader, and their true stature was immediately revealed to the humans around them. Gurik was two foot three, and his soldiers were even shorter. He was certain that they were wondering how such creatures could demand the loyalty of something along the lines of the Bog Kings, he would explain all in due time, but only to their Lord, who he was told they referred to as a 'Queen'.
The large doors that Gurik was certain could never be budged by him alone swung open with the push of a few humans, in he walked, flanked on either side by unarmed Goblins, his flowing grey cloak dragging the yellow carpet. A wonderful sound touched his ears as he entered, that of cascading water. He was completely taken away by the decor of the room at large, vibrant vegetation grew in wonderfully carved pots, and the water that ran through the chamber was as clear as air. He had never seen such things, the Goblin whirled trying to take it all in, he was mesmerized by this new world, so much so that he forgot the primary reason for being there. He began to spin in circles, almost giddy with the way the colors swirled in his vision.
There were many odd glances as the party of Goblins followed the roads to Etirath proper, when they began to enter the more urban areas of the land the nine Nathra agents who had been following the company spread out into the alleyways and onto the rooftops, they observed the proceedings coolly and calmly, but from a distance.
The leader of the group sat alone on his steed, his lizard was larger than the rest, and it's complexion was of a darker and deeper green in keeping with the Goblin's aesthetic, the face that showed through his helmet was weathered and dark, his attire was charcoal grey from his boots and cloak to the open faced helmet he wore, his bodyguard Bog Kings wore a similar color, but of hard plate metal that a pike would find difficult to pierce, and a war-hammer hard to dent.
They were new to these lands, in fact they were new to the overworld in general, most of these Goblins had lived underground nearly their entire lives, in a nation inhabited by millions of their kind, Rectherron. The overworld city dazzled them so much with the way it sparkled in the sunlight, and how the roof tops shined, that they almost forgot they had no clue where they were going.
The procession rode into what appeared to be a market, the Gob in charge asked the people as a whole, where he could find whoever ruled this land. One would think that with an intelligence agency as complex as the Nathra that this would not be necessary, but mistakes were bound to happen, this was their first time after all.
A group of guards cautiously approached them, the crowds erupted into murmuring.
"What are you?" The apparent leader of the guards addressed the grey-clad Goblin, who was correct in his assumptions that these people had never seen his kind before.
"I am Gurik of Rectherron, and I seek an audience with your Lord." He replied, to which not one soul responded how he had expected, they were mostly confused.
After explaining themselves several times the Goblins were told to follow the guards, one of said guards being sent away for reasons unbeknownst to them, later along the journey it became clear, he rejoined them with dozens of other soldiers who quickly formed up around the mounted Gobs, and their Bog Kings, as they lead them through the streets of the city.
Thousands of odd glances and crude exclamations later, they stood at a large door, and Gurik was told that his whole group could not enter. He instructed the Bog Kings and his guards to remain behind, while he selected two from their number which he called out by name, Grokkel and Debur. They dismounted along with their leader, and their true stature was immediately revealed to the humans around them. Gurik was two foot three, and his soldiers were even shorter. He was certain that they were wondering how such creatures could demand the loyalty of something along the lines of the Bog Kings, he would explain all in due time, but only to their Lord, who he was told they referred to as a 'Queen'.
The large doors that Gurik was certain could never be budged by him alone swung open with the push of a few humans, in he walked, flanked on either side by unarmed Goblins, his flowing grey cloak dragging the yellow carpet. A wonderful sound touched his ears as he entered, that of cascading water. He was completely taken away by the decor of the room at large, vibrant vegetation grew in wonderfully carved pots, and the water that ran through the chamber was as clear as air. He had never seen such things, the Goblin whirled trying to take it all in, he was mesmerized by this new world, so much so that he forgot the primary reason for being there. He began to spin in circles, almost giddy with the way the colors swirled in his vision.