Forrest Mimulus travels through the Elderwood on his way to the Hive Ruins in hopes of to meet the infamous guardian of the Hive Ruins and the Elderwood in whole , he finally arrives at the ruin stone steps and immediately notices the stench of rotting flesh with bodies and body parts in various stages of decay strewn about hanging from chains and skulls impaled on posts. Cautiously and slowly approaches the goblin " Greetings sir , I apologize for intruding but I am hoping to speak with you and ask a few questions."
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ the Redcap sat smoking in front of his leathery tent, waiting for his blood soup to be cooked and ready, as he sensed someone approaching up the craggy stairs to his lair. He turned about an saw a hunky satyr pacing along. The Goblin exclaims with with ferocity, one hand at the ready of his Scythe, at the would-be intruder: "Halt, wha goes thare?! Reveal yersel' ye snoopy bugger!!!"
Forrest Mimulus stops in his tracks, places his hand on the hilt of his sword . " I'm sorry to intrude, I heard rumors and whispers of the Redcap goblin and had to come see for myself and I was hopin to ask a few questions "
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ calms down his temper a bit, squints his bulgy eyes warily and squawks in a coarse voice: “ Och is that sae!?... Ye pure wanna ken eh?! Ye're jammy, git up oan me richt foot th'day. Dae squat yersel' doon oan that snag laddie 'n' listen dead carefully, while ye hae th' chance!...” (Oh is that so?! Ye really wanna know eh?! You are lucky, got up on me right foot today...Do squat yourself down onto that stump lad, and listen carefully, while you have the chance!..) pointing at a nearby tree stump by the crackling fire, with a sway of his clawed hand.
Forrest Mimulus follows the redcaps clawed pointing finger to the stump , walks over and sits but his hand still rests on the hilt "yes I really want to know, you have quite the reputation in all of the realms. I have 4-5 questions, shall we get started?
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ O' coorse, fire awa' wi' yer nosy questions, haven't git a' day!... " (Of course, fire away with your nosy questions, haven't got all day!...")
Forrest Mimulus nervously smiles , removes his parchment and writing lead from their pouch "How did you wind up in the realm of Taure Ru?" And how long have you been a resident here"?
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ eyeballs the nosy Satyr suspiciously, but then sets in to reply: ”Git summoned frae Feywild, by means o' a blood ritual tae this plane mony centuries ago, tae a realm cried Alba. Efter mah former warlock master git overwhelmed by th' king's forces o' this realm, ah wandered mony lands, wreaking bloody havoc, haunting mony a ruin 'n' peel tower, afore arrivin' 'ere in Taure Ru. Nae lang efter, ah became Hive guard o' th' ruins o' th' Elderwoods. Hae bin 'ere far tae lang, normally ah dinnae stick aroond as lang in yin steid ye ken, bit lik' it 'ere, muckle gore 'n' prey. (Got summoned from Feywild, by means of a blood ritual to this plane many centuries ago, to a realm called Alba. After my former warlock master got overwhelmed by the King's forces of this realm, I wandered many lands, wreaking bloody havoc, haunting many a ruin and peel tower, before arriving here in Taure Ru. Not long after, I became Hive Guard of the ruins of the Elderwoods.Have been here far too long, normally". I don't stick around as long in one place ye know, but like it here, much gore and prey.)
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ draws on his lil pipe, and exhales some smoky rings, grinning rather smugly.
Forrest Mimulus is intrigued but still cautious and nods his head as he scribbles the redcaps words on his parchment " Intriguing indeed .Are there any new things you want to do but haven't done yet"?
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ The Goblin ponders for a moment, fuming his pipe. After a while, he sets up his wrinkly head, and croaks: “Keepin' mah cap thoroughly drooched wi' gore is me primary ambition! Guardin' th' ruins 'n' woods frae' snoopy, trespassin' filth is me ither! Everythin' else, lik' slashin`, stabbin', maimin', killin'... is juist icing oan th' cake ye ken. Apairt frae that, ah hae bin trained in th' arts o' spellswordin' by Laird Baelwhelar, whilk enhanced me fightin' abilities tremendously. Hae fought mony a battle 'n' skirmish sin a've come 'ere tae Taure Ru indeedy, 'n' wull again, sin bloodshed is me greatest delight, naturally!“
(Keepin' my cap thoroughly soaked with gore is me primary ambition! Cleansing and guarding the ruins and woods from snoopy, trespassing filth is me other! Everything else, like slashing, stabbing, maiming, killing... is just icing on the cake ye know. Apart from that, I have been trained in the arts of Spellswording by Lord Baelwhelar, which enhanced me fighting abilities tremendously. Have fought many a battle and skirmish since I've come here to Taure Ru indeed. And will again, since bloodshed is me greatest delight, naturally!)
Forrest Mimulus flashes an amused smile at the fact of the redcaps obvious delight, all the satyr can do is nod as he again scribbles the goblins words on the parchment. "That was a very visual answer . Okay so on to the next question . Are there any new things you want to do but haven't done yet"?
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ The Redcap reflects again upon this question, smirks again wryly and caws in reply: " "Haven't sliced a pryin' satyr in hauf yet!...but ne'er tae late as thay say!" ("Haven't sliced a prying Satyr in half yet!...but never too late as they say!")
That said, ol' Bloodcap hideously smirks once more, but out of the blue changes his mood, and snaps harshly:" 'n' noo bundle aff, afore ah chaynge mah mynd, 'n' shred ye tae bits ye horned oaf, me needs some rest afore th' neist prowl! (And now bundle off, before I change my mind, and shred ya to bits, I need some rest before the next prowl!)
Forrest Mimulus ponders if he should just wrap this up now or ask the final question. the satyr decides to take his chances. "Very well, Lets wrap this up, but first is there anything else you would like to say or anything you would like readers to know about you"?
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ pulls a grumpy face and screams: "Buuuugger off 'n' lea' me be ah said!!!". That exclaimed the Bloodcap fell into a frenzy of rant of gibberish, and fetched a blood-smeared cudgel from his tent to drive off the all too inquisitive Satyr out of his lair.
Forrest Mimulus startled by the sudden change and outburst in the redcaps behavior , the satyr decides to get out while he has the chance with his hand on this swords hilt, he rises from the stump . "Thank you for your time, I will be on my way now" the satyr hurriedly exits the ruins faster then any satyr has run before .
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ the Redcap sat smoking in front of his leathery tent, waiting for his blood soup to be cooked and ready, as he sensed someone approaching up the craggy stairs to his lair. He turned about an saw a hunky satyr pacing along. The Goblin exclaims with with ferocity, one hand at the ready of his Scythe, at the would-be intruder: "Halt, wha goes thare?! Reveal yersel' ye snoopy bugger!!!"
Forrest Mimulus stops in his tracks, places his hand on the hilt of his sword . " I'm sorry to intrude, I heard rumors and whispers of the Redcap goblin and had to come see for myself and I was hopin to ask a few questions "
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ calms down his temper a bit, squints his bulgy eyes warily and squawks in a coarse voice: “ Och is that sae!?... Ye pure wanna ken eh?! Ye're jammy, git up oan me richt foot th'day. Dae squat yersel' doon oan that snag laddie 'n' listen dead carefully, while ye hae th' chance!...” (Oh is that so?! Ye really wanna know eh?! You are lucky, got up on me right foot today...Do squat yourself down onto that stump lad, and listen carefully, while you have the chance!..) pointing at a nearby tree stump by the crackling fire, with a sway of his clawed hand.
Forrest Mimulus follows the redcaps clawed pointing finger to the stump , walks over and sits but his hand still rests on the hilt "yes I really want to know, you have quite the reputation in all of the realms. I have 4-5 questions, shall we get started?
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ O' coorse, fire awa' wi' yer nosy questions, haven't git a' day!... " (Of course, fire away with your nosy questions, haven't got all day!...")
Forrest Mimulus nervously smiles , removes his parchment and writing lead from their pouch "How did you wind up in the realm of Taure Ru?" And how long have you been a resident here"?
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ eyeballs the nosy Satyr suspiciously, but then sets in to reply: ”Git summoned frae Feywild, by means o' a blood ritual tae this plane mony centuries ago, tae a realm cried Alba. Efter mah former warlock master git overwhelmed by th' king's forces o' this realm, ah wandered mony lands, wreaking bloody havoc, haunting mony a ruin 'n' peel tower, afore arrivin' 'ere in Taure Ru. Nae lang efter, ah became Hive guard o' th' ruins o' th' Elderwoods. Hae bin 'ere far tae lang, normally ah dinnae stick aroond as lang in yin steid ye ken, bit lik' it 'ere, muckle gore 'n' prey. (Got summoned from Feywild, by means of a blood ritual to this plane many centuries ago, to a realm called Alba. After my former warlock master got overwhelmed by the King's forces of this realm, I wandered many lands, wreaking bloody havoc, haunting many a ruin and peel tower, before arriving here in Taure Ru. Not long after, I became Hive Guard of the ruins of the Elderwoods.Have been here far too long, normally". I don't stick around as long in one place ye know, but like it here, much gore and prey.)
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ draws on his lil pipe, and exhales some smoky rings, grinning rather smugly.
Forrest Mimulus is intrigued but still cautious and nods his head as he scribbles the redcaps words on his parchment " Intriguing indeed .Are there any new things you want to do but haven't done yet"?
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ The Goblin ponders for a moment, fuming his pipe. After a while, he sets up his wrinkly head, and croaks: “Keepin' mah cap thoroughly drooched wi' gore is me primary ambition! Guardin' th' ruins 'n' woods frae' snoopy, trespassin' filth is me ither! Everythin' else, lik' slashin`, stabbin', maimin', killin'... is juist icing oan th' cake ye ken. Apairt frae that, ah hae bin trained in th' arts o' spellswordin' by Laird Baelwhelar, whilk enhanced me fightin' abilities tremendously. Hae fought mony a battle 'n' skirmish sin a've come 'ere tae Taure Ru indeedy, 'n' wull again, sin bloodshed is me greatest delight, naturally!“
(Keepin' my cap thoroughly soaked with gore is me primary ambition! Cleansing and guarding the ruins and woods from snoopy, trespassing filth is me other! Everything else, like slashing, stabbing, maiming, killing... is just icing on the cake ye know. Apart from that, I have been trained in the arts of Spellswording by Lord Baelwhelar, which enhanced me fighting abilities tremendously. Have fought many a battle and skirmish since I've come here to Taure Ru indeed. And will again, since bloodshed is me greatest delight, naturally!)
Forrest Mimulus flashes an amused smile at the fact of the redcaps obvious delight, all the satyr can do is nod as he again scribbles the goblins words on the parchment. "That was a very visual answer . Okay so on to the next question . Are there any new things you want to do but haven't done yet"?
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ The Redcap reflects again upon this question, smirks again wryly and caws in reply: " "Haven't sliced a pryin' satyr in hauf yet!...but ne'er tae late as thay say!" ("Haven't sliced a prying Satyr in half yet!...but never too late as they say!")
That said, ol' Bloodcap hideously smirks once more, but out of the blue changes his mood, and snaps harshly:" 'n' noo bundle aff, afore ah chaynge mah mynd, 'n' shred ye tae bits ye horned oaf, me needs some rest afore th' neist prowl! (And now bundle off, before I change my mind, and shred ya to bits, I need some rest before the next prowl!)
Forrest Mimulus ponders if he should just wrap this up now or ask the final question. the satyr decides to take his chances. "Very well, Lets wrap this up, but first is there anything else you would like to say or anything you would like readers to know about you"?
Rσвιη ƁƖσσɗcαρ pulls a grumpy face and screams: "Buuuugger off 'n' lea' me be ah said!!!". That exclaimed the Bloodcap fell into a frenzy of rant of gibberish, and fetched a blood-smeared cudgel from his tent to drive off the all too inquisitive Satyr out of his lair.
Forrest Mimulus startled by the sudden change and outburst in the redcaps behavior , the satyr decides to get out while he has the chance with his hand on this swords hilt, he rises from the stump . "Thank you for your time, I will be on my way now" the satyr hurriedly exits the ruins faster then any satyr has run before .