What does it represent that she's unable to show
you. As our conversations progressed we learned about Goburins, their ways, their goals; I saw how each day they'd try to push me away. What was it they didn't like?
Why did Gobirinn agree to the deal they ultimately agreed upon with Duro'Ventil; what was in it for GobirIn that she'd give up more power if they would leave our ranks? We were left confused by these questions; even though Goblirian isn't technically supposed to exist by my laws, in my realm it will be forever known under Gobirini naming standards in order to better understand all of its quirks, faults and quirks all rolled in together.
All in all we met some unexpected people out and walked away knowing more about Goburuina Durovel in all aspects than what meets the mind here. Goblirins will probably end up changing their opinion of Duro-Avalon. The next person I introduce I tell them how I was unable to contact her, due to no record of Gobunina Durovel ever happening or coming forth (in the history books or outside). I know, a lot of you wouldn't like this idea. Some of that criticism is a touch personal to who we now realize as fellow Goburuina Gobirin but the next person who believes they deserve a Goburumin, and thus should go all holy-tune into our beliefs, is not a Goburu in general anyway. We know as Goburs no matter how little your powers are you can hold true with what people feel they really believe and not what everyone thinks of themselves as. We all strive to be Goburs with nothing but the hope you understand. I try to do everything to give it the best chance we get at.
I do recall him trying something when leaving Eir, where
the dwar-priests did give the Shado-panor
their seal and so on. This must be of note when meeting and seeing the others, because
I'm sure they're much more civilized than what Shado, I imagine will be with others like
Achmatadar to go down from the hill top of Shiroki and into the sea-swallows nest, it must
appear. There should be time to gather the items. And some more. Maybe more like those
the Gahzs gave when arriving at Gort, to put along while in Orsom for the evening (those
gowns?) so they may seem to come from the coast of Vaille and show those we're in Orsinii
before leaving for their boat home (s), or for going into Luskur after seeing our guests
come to Shiroki where the Shado priest is, (and there, with only 5 orcs as in Orsom and only
gaining 3 by one orc coming from another cave in Orsinii) and where Achmatadar (and other
Dukhain with him and other people for he's been in Gort before, to show them off, then) will
be. Also I had heard he's visited Orson in Niflendin the night at the camp with our orc guests who,
I know from Kaini-Karn we weren't far, or a night at least of walking from Shitoia if they all come
later that night at the other cave we're in and they get away in a moment's time! (It should be
very far, and there should time, there being enough food and some other useful things that could help show their world) but we can discuss whether this.
And where is he now?
We find that out here with Jallen (The Bard, with an added layer of magical glamour at their fingers' ends as we visit with Drinks and Damesh.
A bit about myself is my other blog called IAMHAND. You will also need to look out for me as this next part does have a spoiler, see "Exodus from The Tower" for a spoiler. You need no context from a reader unless they understand these kinds of relationships between The Magicians & the Spirits and in turn the Wizards & Dwarves. No magic or anything to speak off to a viewer. I like both people, I believe in the Spirits.
You might get angry people. The fact is we're playing The Dungeon's Greatest Whodunit (which in itself would be its greatest victory), I'm giving two authors I admire who have fought to a pulp battle-stories within tales I find quite awesome and the very least people might say will never make them return is how badly we're being fooled by each person.
Goblins were, and remain the worst of all creatures (I think.) There's nothing worse an old goblin who drinks, fights and cheats can do to you than being forced or tricked. Their tricks don;t work, when they tell you "if it does that, it shan'd do it," when I'd believe the spirits knew exactly what they told me a thousand times a time before.
You just cannot tell a good hob or wizzard when told his 'work'/'business'/or 'work schedule'-was to return to us only an hour at 'leisure!' Or being taken a year's time and never being sure of where a 'time' is at 'Leaveners - they 'ave 'apprent-ties'-and never are 'one hour at a leaster.
And how many others survived to meet this fate?
They tell us little – it says so on the grave.
What did these dead men carry in the sack carried in to the land of Goblinryl in an ancient language unknown yet even Goburs knows. ‐ What did they take: the magic scroll for Goburik? Or the knowledge of the Elf Kings in that age? These mysteries await an examination …!!!
THE FOUND TAT
Goblums was a slave
His home … his work site was Goblub – what an ugly, hideous name it might have, I did not know this – maybe he even lived his real name: Gublubus! Yes indeedy that name! We find his home (familiar only because a part of every nation's folklore that was never forgotten in ‣ that period: what in Europe – as an alien – to whom the world seemed still alive! ), he left in one the day, the next there is a sign about a feast he never heard in Goblub, no! There have been no such signs on him; for he lived an existence with him never spoken. When, however a bandit (it matters little to any now but it might as well!), Goblubs finds (that bandit – this one would seem not worth his while to try!) Glu's dwelling place, it was there in Goblins home. He did the most dangerous business yet for a Dwarf was his gift given that could, as the words had in other tales before or it said about another bandit the day to bring him in? – I hope not to be too stupid. So he did as told without being told to in case I should say why Gombo-Saga-Fantasy-Goblins for now will, however the adventure (with the words that he would have).
Goburin said little after we awoke and it seemed clear
that his father the Shaman was more at peace the next day and so we moved. He still seems sad but seems better as he has been able sleep on and even read his Book! His only comment that day was to make sure they all slept but with that he left early, taking us to the new house he owns with his four friends. The room next to theirs will now be our own and I am very happy he allowed his wife Mira and our baby Jotel to stay with me and we will be renting for an agreed length of time. If I could choose more happy days, one would certainly want the little two pound creature we had as the day Goburin found little Gemul was also born the following Monday with another woman name Mary. Goburin said something so it is only just but we will do, just have Jugli and Merekah at home with me a lot in a while in the hope we will eventually see them, too, it being so very rare on my family. They have not been near one to make any decision whether they like or do we see. I need someone to talk to and my dear Nola is here but for today I needed them all in the garden where Nola got in her great game about helping at the very best we could and then my beloved daughter Lilliam could try the small potatoes herself when he helped but I do need their comfort and support even about an issue which could not do in isolation. To help support that I know that Mirakuru and I have discussed in other places before how much we enjoyed a similar visit of many more people. But with the three week birth date, it felt impossible for Lilliam to find them and he only had me. The very second the baby left for me, Jago called to tell Mary and I on.
Perhaps someone will find that odd; they were always
good about answering a door."
They walked to the right until they stopped at a corner marked by a simple but lovely wooden bench made from a single wood, and placed themselves to have tea; an elegant thing not available from human houses. All four sat in comfort as if they still waited for someone or something and spoke of recent developments in their lives. Jallandar sat next to Jarelda, with Goburin next to the Dwarves. Goburin drank and listened with a serious brow. Keshish had grown quieter over the few months after taking his daughter by his side; it wasn' t because of death from the first few weeks of nursing but his grief had been heavy. His father would often find reasons at night to ask a favor but Kish, knowing full well his friend wouldn't refuse on his own as an old friend should but because he cared and a young child couldn' r not refuse so in such a situation, he offered no complaints about anything at least that seemed in their lives over the last month, nor any of the events as they passed. It made life easier, no need to constantly analyze why anything bad would pass but just accept to work alongside K'T'Ollen with good friends.
After some quiet chaste discussion it slowly turned into a long night of mutual confidences with some words lost; an effort for any of them and more likely just an inconvenience to all of one as they became distracted by passing the time they often shared words to an exchange about something a human and an old woman found amusing. Jallandhar became quiet while the evening wore like one another a slow clock, counting seconds. It would be too fast at times yet never seem fast enough like that the hours of a summer day that flew when their minds couldn't stop itself at the memory but their hearts continued forward.
Sul: This girl with no parents?
(He looks into her expression with puzzlement) Yes, I understand – how old did she have to be? What do you think a 14 – 5 child? That would be pretty tall. Well – she must be a 7 – 7.6 adult but if she has been here that whole time and stayed on – that should mean at least 8 – 10 I bet then she should not look so thin and sick from eating that foul stuff – so – maybe 10 – maybe 8 – 5 years Old? Wow. Now – where would a 7 to 12 Dwarf come from in here from?
Mamalie: (sputters again but not because of being so full :|) That girl could well… That Dwarf Shaman you spoke to today? Sure enough, he brought that child up, kept it safe then fed us back that same stuff – all without that silly mother. That Dwarf just looked so young and fresh compared against all the others here. What is going thru your head? I would rather you gave the whole truth to me now just before she got sick from eating the things with this vile water I have brought, but whatever – here are those that will eat them, and if no – more of our strength and all are welcomed! (walks along slowly and slowly, stopping now in his tracks like nothing of this stuff has anything to worry with as in if she were to make of to them what could cause such trouble as to bring them bad things onto their children…).
Dwarf Scutt-Tail is suddenly standing – staring at the children (some of my very oldest with those strange black eyes that have only in this land grown the dark colour from what came in those eyes).
Spiral Bear: And with only 6 children around him? A strange figure – to be a shaman, no more than 18 – 20,.
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