Innverse Stats | Goblin Days (Pt. 7) – No Answers and Answers

Name	Text
Sheta	—Empress Sheta, the Empire of Harpies, 2174.
Bloodfields	Marching an army north past the Bloodfields took time. Getting them into position without alerting anyone? Extraordinarily difficult. But it could be done; Drakes had ‘safe routes’ into the High Passes they had charted just for this event. At some point, all would be revealed, so they had agents on the ground. The most dangerous part of a Goblin tribe was a Chieftain. Remove her from the equation and it got easy.
High Passes	Marching an army north past the Bloodfields took time. Getting them into position without alerting anyone? Extraordinarily difficult. But it could be done; Drakes had ‘safe routes’ into the High Passes they had charted just for this event. At some point, all would be revealed, so they had agents on the ground. The most dangerous part of a Goblin tribe was a Chieftain. Remove her from the equation and it got easy.
Rags	Marching an army north past the Bloodfields took time. Getting them into position without alerting anyone? Extraordinarily difficult. But it could be done; Drakes had ‘safe routes’ into the High Passes they had charted just for this event. At some point, all would be revealed, so they had agents on the ground. The most dangerous part of a Goblin tribe was a Chieftain. Remove her from the equation and it got easy.
Hawk	“Stop screaming and sit down. You are a Courier, Hawk. Not an incontinent Street Runner. Where are they?”
Mihaela Godfrey	Mihaela Godfrey barked as the Rabbit Beastkin shouted into the scrying orb. She ripped a map from the unconcerned Drakes and began issuing orders.
Mihaela Godfrey	Mihaela traced a straight line south and grunted. If you took a ruler and moved it across half the continent…you’d have to be an idiot or a bird to plot your course like that. But she held her tongue on that as she responded to the Drake Guildmaster of Marwsh’s Runner’s Guild.
Persua Mavva	“Too early to call. But if I’m right…somewhere stupid. Put the alert out. Oh, and find that idiot Persua. Tell her she’s going north immediately. She’s on Emergency Runner duty for anything needed in the path of the Kraken Eater tribe.”
Klbkch	Klbkchhezeim of the Free Antinium ran out of the gates of the city of Heidomat, arrows flying past him as he lost his disguise hat and his trenchcoat blew away to reveal his Antinium form. He was still determinedly eating a sandwich as the furious Watch chased after him.
[Prostitute]	The Slayer ran. He had a Gnoll [Prostitute] on one shoulder, whom he was shielding from the arrows. It was not a kidnapping, despite the shouting. She was definitely not resisting and covering her face as the arrows flashed past her.
Klbkch	These things happened. Klbkch raced away as the local authorities added ‘kidnapping’, ‘blackmailing a brothel owner’, and ‘assaulting members of the Watch’ to his growing rapsheet.
Klbkch	Klbkch added ‘improper conduct towards working professionals’, ‘corruption within the Watch’, and ‘substandard working conditions and pay’ to theirs.
Klbkch	He still hadn’t quite gotten to the New Lands, but given the velocity he was moving, he was on his way. Klbkch checked over his shoulder.
Klbkch	The Gnoll turned her head, wondering what that meant. But Klbkch rubbed the back of his neck as he deflected another arrow. He had the most uncanny feeling he should be at The Wandering Inn. Of course, he always felt like that. But what was this strange sense of rivalry?
The Wandering Inn	The Gnoll turned her head, wondering what that meant. But Klbkch rubbed the back of his neck as he deflected another arrow. He had the most uncanny feeling he should be at The Wandering Inn. Of course, he always felt like that. But what was this strange sense of rivalry?
Fetohep	Fetohep felt it too, across the world, as he listened to reports of the ‘raiders’ troubling his borders. The King of Khelt shifted, somewhat impatiently, and frowned.
Khelt	Fetohep felt it too, across the world, as he listened to reports of the ‘raiders’ troubling his borders. The King of Khelt shifted, somewhat impatiently, and frowned.
Rafaema Manusara Coloseuvia	Rafaema’s great weakness was at odds with the one the sulking Earth Dragon carried in his chest. He was as suspicious of the storyteller, confused both in general and specifics about what was going on. He was also the most vibrant of all the guests in the cave; he was young. He had no scars. He was like a magical seed, blooming, unripe and young, but filled with the entire promise of their species. If he was lonely or he mourned, his was a different kind of loss, though. A denial he bled like a thousand bandaids he’d forgotten he’d put on and pretended he couldn’t see.
Frost Wyvern Lord	The Wyvern Lord, by contrast, outweighed both Dragons and was simultaneously more resplendent with his mane of frozen winter and his imposing scales scarred by battle, but instantly more bestial than the others for his lack of forelegs; he had to sit awkwardly or crouch, and both made him more like a caged animal than a thoughtful observer. He acted like it too, sniffing the air, cocking his head, distracted, as the others sometimes glowered at him, but other times, he seemed to listen or focus on an artifact in the room, a word in the air, as if that focus had a significance beyond any mere animal’s wavering focus.
[Immortal Moment]	But this was still no [Immortal Moment], so she abided with the dignity mortals found in the presence of infinity that only they could wield.
Rafaema Manusara Coloseuvia	They were here for the stories. Each for a different reason. Rafaema and Rags approached their needs differently, one with a hunger, the other with a desperation and a need for any scrap of information. Cire was here half out of longing, but he had deep suspicions about the strange Dragon he’d heard so much about.
Rags	They were here for the stories. Each for a different reason. Rafaema and Rags approached their needs differently, one with a hunger, the other with a desperation and a need for any scrap of information. Cire was here half out of longing, but he had deep suspicions about the strange Dragon he’d heard so much about.
Cirediel Anvi’dualln Olicuemerdn	They were here for the stories. Each for a different reason. Rafaema and Rags approached their needs differently, one with a hunger, the other with a desperation and a need for any scrap of information. Cire was here half out of longing, but he had deep suspicions about the strange Dragon he’d heard so much about.
Frost Wyvern Lord	The Wyvern Lord was still getting his head around the ‘we are not fighting over mates’ aspect. But he listened as the Dragon spoke.
Ryoka Griffin	It was a difficult task. Arguably fruitless. A certain Wind Runner and [Lady] of House Reinhart could have told the current listeners that they would be disappointed. You see, the old Dragon told stories. But they were never the stories you wanted.

—Empress Sheta, the Empire of Harpies, 2174.

Marching an army north past the Bloodfields took time. Getting them into position without alerting anyone? Extraordinarily difficult. But it could be done; Drakes had ‘safe routes’ into the High Passes they had charted just for this event. At some point, all would be revealed, so they had agents on the ground. The most dangerous part of a Goblin tribe was a Chieftain. Remove her from the equation and it got easy.

High Passes

Marching an army north past the Bloodfields took time. Getting them into position without alerting anyone? Extraordinarily difficult. But it could be done; Drakes had ‘safe routes’ into the High Passes they had charted just for this event. At some point, all would be revealed, so they had agents on the ground. The most dangerous part of a Goblin tribe was a Chieftain. Remove her from the equation and it got easy.

Rags

Marching an army north past the Bloodfields took time. Getting them into position without alerting anyone? Extraordinarily difficult. But it could be done; Drakes had ‘safe routes’ into the High Passes they had charted just for this event. At some point, all would be revealed, so they had agents on the ground. The most dangerous part of a Goblin tribe was a Chieftain. Remove her from the equation and it got easy.

Hawk

“Stop screaming and sit down. You are a Courier, Hawk. Not an incontinent Street Runner. Where are they?”

Mihaela Godfrey

Mihaela Godfrey barked as the Rabbit Beastkin shouted into the scrying orb. She ripped a map from the unconcerned Drakes and began issuing orders.

Mihaela Godfrey

Mihaela traced a straight line south and grunted. If you took a ruler and moved it across half the continent…you’d have to be an idiot or a bird to plot your course like that. But she held her tongue on that as she responded to the Drake Guildmaster of Marwsh’s Runner’s Guild.

Persua Mavva

“Too early to call. But if I’m right…somewhere stupid. Put the alert out. Oh, and find that idiot Persua. Tell her she’s going north immediately. She’s on Emergency Runner duty for anything needed in the path of the Kraken Eater tribe.”

Klbkch

Klbkchhezeim of the Free Antinium ran out of the gates of the city of Heidomat, arrows flying past him as he lost his disguise hat and his trenchcoat blew away to reveal his Antinium form. He was still determinedly eating a sandwich as the furious Watch chased after him.

[Prostitute]

The Slayer ran. He had a Gnoll [Prostitute] on one shoulder, whom he was shielding from the arrows. It was not a kidnapping, despite the shouting. She was definitely not resisting and covering her face as the arrows flashed past her.

Klbkch

These things happened. Klbkch raced away as the local authorities added ‘kidnapping’, ‘blackmailing a brothel owner’, and ‘assaulting members of the Watch’ to his growing rapsheet.

Klbkch

Klbkch added ‘improper conduct towards working professionals’, ‘corruption within the Watch’, and ‘substandard working conditions and pay’ to theirs.

Klbkch

He still hadn’t quite gotten to the New Lands, but given the velocity he was moving, he was on his way. Klbkch checked over his shoulder.

Klbkch

The Gnoll turned her head, wondering what that meant. But Klbkch rubbed the back of his neck as he deflected another arrow. He had the most uncanny feeling he should be at The Wandering Inn. Of course, he always felt like that. But what was this strange sense of rivalry?

The Wandering Inn

The Gnoll turned her head, wondering what that meant. But Klbkch rubbed the back of his neck as he deflected another arrow. He had the most uncanny feeling he should be at The Wandering Inn. Of course, he always felt like that. But what was this strange sense of rivalry?

Fetohep

Fetohep felt it too, across the world, as he listened to reports of the ‘raiders’ troubling his borders. The King of Khelt shifted, somewhat impatiently, and frowned.

Khelt

Fetohep felt it too, across the world, as he listened to reports of the ‘raiders’ troubling his borders. The King of Khelt shifted, somewhat impatiently, and frowned.

Rafaema Manusara Coloseuvia

Rafaema’s great weakness was at odds with the one the sulking Earth Dragon carried in his chest. He was as suspicious of the storyteller, confused both in general and specifics about what was going on. He was also the most vibrant of all the guests in the cave; he was young. He had no scars. He was like a magical seed, blooming, unripe and young, but filled with the entire promise of their species. If he was lonely or he mourned, his was a different kind of loss, though. A denial he bled like a thousand bandaids he’d forgotten he’d put on and pretended he couldn’t see.

Frost Wyvern Lord

The Wyvern Lord, by contrast, outweighed both Dragons and was simultaneously more resplendent with his mane of frozen winter and his imposing scales scarred by battle, but instantly more bestial than the others for his lack of forelegs; he had to sit awkwardly or crouch, and both made him more like a caged animal than a thoughtful observer. He acted like it too, sniffing the air, cocking his head, distracted, as the others sometimes glowered at him, but other times, he seemed to listen or focus on an artifact in the room, a word in the air, as if that focus had a significance beyond any mere animal’s wavering focus.

[Immortal Moment]

But this was still no [Immortal Moment], so she abided with the dignity mortals found in the presence of infinity that only they could wield.

Rafaema Manusara Coloseuvia

They were here for the stories. Each for a different reason. Rafaema and Rags approached their needs differently, one with a hunger, the other with a desperation and a need for any scrap of information. Cire was here half out of longing, but he had deep suspicions about the strange Dragon he’d heard so much about.

Rags

They were here for the stories. Each for a different reason. Rafaema and Rags approached their needs differently, one with a hunger, the other with a desperation and a need for any scrap of information. Cire was here half out of longing, but he had deep suspicions about the strange Dragon he’d heard so much about.

Cirediel Anvi’dualln Olicuemerdn

They were here for the stories. Each for a different reason. Rafaema and Rags approached their needs differently, one with a hunger, the other with a desperation and a need for any scrap of information. Cire was here half out of longing, but he had deep suspicions about the strange Dragon he’d heard so much about.

Frost Wyvern Lord

The Wyvern Lord was still getting his head around the ‘we are not fighting over mates’ aspect. But he listened as the Dragon spoke.

Ryoka Griffin

It was a difficult task. Arguably fruitless. A certain Wind Runner and [Lady] of House Reinhart could have told the current listeners that they would be disappointed. You see, the old Dragon told stories. But they were never the stories you wanted.

Goblin Days (Pt. 7) – No Answers and Answers

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