Robbed of Wealth, Dignity, and Blood
He stared down at the dozens of goblins found within the secluded inn nestled in the Stonetalon mountains, talking about profits to do with oil, gold, wood, and precious metals. A tall menacing orc, covered in corruption made armor that has seen thousands of battles, helmet wicked with horns fit for a demon, and a maniacal Cheshire grin carved into his helmet.
“I’m telling you! All of those supplies will get hundreds of gold, we jsut have to mine a little bit longer and we will be filthy rich just like the boss said!” One of the goblins, quite bigger than the rest with two pickaxes on his back leaned back into the chair without concern for oneself. “Has… anyone seen the boss around.”
Norkarg chuckled under his helmet and jumps down onto one of the tables with the bigger goblin, who squealed as the table collapsed under the weight of the orc, splinters went everywhere and as it flew, some of the goblins cowered while others pulled out their pickaxes or regular axes for chopping wood.
“Sorry to interrupt, but I have something for you greenskins.” The orc detached a bag from his belt and unraveled it, dropping the item with a sickening squish. The head of a goblin, pig-nosed, two braids with one hanging on to a sliced part of her scalp. Decapitated.
All of the goblins got the hint as soon as they saw her features, they began to chatter and sob at what happened, even some seemed relieved, “Doesn’t that mean we get the goods?” Asks a smaller goblin.
“No. Those are now under my possession.” The orc shrugged his shoulders, he didn’t see the strick of the bigger goblin behind him coming, slamming the pickaxe into the backside of the orc, only to have the pickaxe cling and shake as it repelled away from the armor, the bigger goblin falling backwards. Norkarg turned around slowly as he cackled to the goblin he attempted to kill him, “Oh, you’re a rogue? Well then, I’ll show you what I do to the sneaky sneaks!”
Grabbing the goblin’s face with his large head and lifting him up to the heavens, “You all will work for me, I have big plans and I tend to make the Black General proud. You are my workers and I am your taskmaster, if you do not cooperate, you will end like your boss, and your coworker here.” Norkarg roared throughout the inn to every ear.
“He looks in mint condition; we aren’t scared of you!” Screamed one of the goblin females. She waved her axe and her sneer gave her the appearance of an angry imp.
“I can get you some gold, but not a lot.” The orc chuckles and tsks at the big goblin trying to pry the fingers from his face, but they were locked onto the goblin. “But as I said, don’t cooperate, you end up like this.” Norkarg smashed the goblin into the wall closest to him with his head still in his head, slamming again, and again, the wood began to take on a lovely shade of red and the drops that didn’t stick to the wall began to fall down to the floor. Slamming, smashing, crushing, obliterating were all words that could be used as the orc continued the repeat of the smashing into the wall. Toward the end of the head smashing, tendrils of sticky blood and brain matter began to stick from head to wall, there was no way the goblin was alive and he lost all life well in the beginning of the death.
Norkarg, clearing his throat slipping off his helmet and looking at the blood in his hands, gray features seemed to take on a calming feature despite the currant red eyes. A starving feral in the alley, Norkarg dragged his tongue across the gauntlet, picking up every drop of blood and brain matter as he tasted and reveled in the iron taste and life once found in the blood. Swallowing and enjoying the moment as he turned at every goblin within the room, leaving the goblin body with a puny bloody pulp for a head. “Alright, you filthy goblins! Get a move on before I skin one of you alive! Once this project is complete, you are free to go and live to the ends of your days in fear of the Norkarg!” Goblins of all shapes and sizes began to run and cower as the massive orc approached them and out of the door, clearly wanting them to follow him.
“B-but that was o-our best w-worker! And you are robbing us! Aren’t orcs about honor?!” Cried out one of the other goblins, taking a step forward with the power of a mountain, Norkarg merely kicked the goblin in the face, knocking out some of its teeth as its mouth began to fill with blood.
“Exactly. I will make an example of your strongest and most confident of you bunch. What better way to keep the weak and timid in line if you take out their best? Honor? What honor? Not all orcs are the same, greenskin.” Norkarg spat venom at the goblin keeping his mouth shut to prevent more blood escaping, but it was futile as it drained down his face.
“You have two choices, die or work for me for a few weeks and you can skimp along on your merry ways in fear of when I need use of you again!” He looked over at all of the dozens of works he had just enslaved, “Do I make myself clear, or would you like to face someone worse? I got big plans indeed! If you all fuck it up, you won’t have a quick death like your friend!”
“Sir, y-yes sir!” All in close sync as they rushed forward to do what they need to finish as the orc looked at all of them with evil red eyes, finally slipping his horned helmet back on.
“All will fear the Raven’s Scythe.”
((Would be best to tag in those who are mentioned. Character and player took the fort materials seriously, funny that an mistell can turn into this. XD Lets hope rolls are good for the next few days.))
@wolf-queen, @thewinterswolves
