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DA KLOMP TO DEFY ANZ FATE[PK POST]
ItxyK replied to MrMojoMordor's topic in Commonwealth of the Petra
A teal-skinned goblin is seen running urgently through a cozy, underground village, clutching two precious eggs that are wobbling in their shells, ready to hatch. Despite the imminent need to get the hatching critters to a safe place, Xaaro still halts their hurry to look upon the doorstep of their former neighbor's home. They give a respectful nod, forcibly choke back some tears, and then hurry along to their cozy home. The goblin rushes to set the two eggs on the pile of knotted rags they call a bed, and watches eagerly as the two chicks emerge from their crackling cases. Xaaro looks down on the critters, and gently pets their slimy feathers as they flop around on the blankets. "Hey friendos, welcome!" They point to each chick successively, saying, "Yer Ztabba, and yer Zniffa. Yer a couple of dumb chickos, but yer the best thing I got so yeh get the names of the greatest Gobbo I ever knew!" The goblin lets a few tears fall as they munch on the discarded egg shells. They smile and peacefully watch the critters for a moment, trying to ignore that the city now feels a little less like home, "I guess you two can be my friends now. Gob woulda found yeh tasty..." -
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "Oh! Hello lovey!", Xaaro says as they stride into the tent with an almost foolish confidence, "Can't think why yuh'd be expecting me, but if yer invitin' me in for free, I'm not gonna harp about it". They look around curiously, poking at the floating candles, before settling down on a knobbly stump-stool and fidgeting with an odd, rusted multi-tool strapped to their hip. Xaaro points to the floating candles and asks, "How you doin' all this then? Love the hoverin' and all, but are yeh usin' wires or tracks or somethin'?". There's an awkward pause as Xaaro looks over at the hag, expecting an answer but being met with silence, before they pipe up with, "Oh! Story. My story, sure. Not much to say, really. Just a runt of my kit who can't get enough of good, greasy work on fancy-fangled machines. Went a while mucking about with some fellow gobbos until my lil-kin, Tebba, snitched that I tried to launch an Olog off a big cat-oh-pulty. Woulda worked if I just cranked the bompshaft a tad more, but Tebba said it wasn't 'structurally feasible enough for the Olog to survive'. Ugh. What does that Tebba even know anyway? She's a lil toothpick of a thing and I'm still sharper than her". Xaaro pauses their rambling and crosses their arms, zoning out on a candle for a moment and thinking back on their misfortune. Xaaro breathes out a puffy-cheeked sigh and continues, "So anyway, they said I wasn't allowed to touch the machines anymore with all the 'dangerous devices' I was makin', so what's the point of stickin' around? I'm off to find some folks who needs a good gobbo to grease their wheels!" Xaaro proudly puffs up their chest and pops of the stool to ask, "Well then? Why were yeh waiting for me? Have a job that needs doin'?" To be continued...?
