(OOC: I know that I control both torog_urrgh! and Paxil, and for this thread it would be mostly just the two of them conversing… with a little Ol’yi mixed in. But to make things a whole hell of alot easier for me as my laptop is screwy both sides of the conversation will be done though this posting. In actual mission posts and other forum threads I will try to get my browser to get me to switch between the two characters easier than it has had in the past. But for now enjoy the story.)
Paxil heard much of the Tor’og who called himself Urrgh. He heard much and nothing at all, an outspoken Gog who fought for the well being of the tribes in the goblin lands, but at the same time was absent for most of the fight. Whether this was from cowardice or his own demons could not be surmised. He would see what this warrior of the tribes would say. Walking through the caves of Tla’loc’al un-hindered due to his former status as a diplomat he walked down to meet the tribe of the Hob Kol Ur and see if this was indeed a Gog worth fighting for.
Paxil was glad in a mixture of VLAD and his own gear. A long nightmare leather duster and hat that swam with shadow leyas while underneath was thick hydraulic night armor outpouring with water leyas. His face covered in a segmented oni-style mask fashioned from Qual N’drone leather that spouted mist as he breathed, clearly artificed with air leyas. Under his coat a young dragon slept and any time she stirred the armored Gog would sooth it with a metal clad hand with almost unheard of gentility. “Shhhh Zozo, you sleep. Daddy will do all the talking.”
Barring his way were two young Ur Tor. With spears extended they asked no questions but made no other threatening gesture. “I wish to speak with Tor’og Urrgh, I wish to see if he would like my services.”
The inexperienced guards looked at each other and were confused.
From within the archway a voice spoke “And why would our chieftain speak with you? You seem tainted!”
“Because even tainted meat has it’s uses in hunting, and tainted fruit may still bare pure seeds… useful when one’s harvest has been lack-luster.”
Urrgh stepped from a shadow behind Paxil “And what of the cursed? What of a monster whose hunger causes him to strike at his own kind?”
Paxil stood still, he was being tested. “Many forget that there are many paths that can lead to a curse on one’s Ol. Some take it willingly, some stumble down it, while others have no other choice and are pulled their by those stronger than themselves. I hide nothing of what I am, but if you fear for your tribe – as rightly you should around one such as me – know ahead that I am a selective and discreet eater.”
Urrgh motioned to the guards who lowered their spears. “We can speak, but that is the only right you have earned so far.” He walked around the Vampyr back into their caves. This was the best invitation that Paxil was given.