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“Not really” echoed a voice from the back of the bar. “To be honest this drivel has gone on for long enough. We have been listening to your ranting for months now, and for what, nothing but cold feet and costly armour repairs.”
A Thane stood up at the bar, raised his tankard and yelled “Ha, t’is true we have done all the mule work for you, we went to Atla, slay the Gersha’s you said we would find, watched some weird Elf vanish, and what reward do we get, more of your elaborate story telling, PAH!”
Beside him sat a rather mean looking Kobold, dressed in darkest bear skin clutching tightly to his stave; “We have listened to you for the last time, I know your real name, for long ago I spent many an hour listening to you telling of your adventures in the frontiers, and I like many before me today sought the treasures and adventures you speak of. Many an hour my kin folk wasted searching the wastelands in search of prizes and promises.”
The crowd all turned toward the small creature, captivated by his every word. Silence enveloped the room, only the crackling of newly cut Elmwood burning on the fire gave away that time had not stopped.
“If you know of this one Rulke?” Gudlor recognised the Grand Runemaster, for they had fought in battles deep in Albion on many occasions.
“Yes, his lies and trickery are purely for his own gain, you people would be wise to remember his face. His tales or glory in the depths of the realm tempted once my guild. We travelled far and wide in search of the treasures he promised, days through snow and ice, to the depths of Malmohus…..and our gain? Nothing, a few coppers were all the reward we got.”
“His name, speak his name!!” came the voice of a fiery red headed Norse huntress, “hold back not the truth of this infidel”
With all the attention drawn to master Rulke, no one had noticed the small Kobold slipping his way through the crowd toward the door. As he approached his escape, a large hand reached down behind him and grasped him round the waist, lifting him like a rag doll.
“Onitork found liar, Onitork not like this small one, him got to tell Onitork why he no tell truth to friends” said the Troll, while gently shaking the tiny figure in his fist.
“Fellow Midgardians, his name is……..
Goa Bullplop”
“Many people have been caught by his lies and promises of adventure, now you know his tale, you know what to avoid….”
please continue the story, hopefully this story will be more eventful than GOA’s
