by TyrannoTitan » Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:52 am
The sounds of frantic running soon reach the taskmaster's ears, the goblin looking up from his documents as the kobold messenger arrived, bursting from the undergrowth and almost falling over in the process. Smacking the kobold to the ground as it almost collided with him, the goblin let out a threatening growl. "So?! Are you going to sit there all day, or are you going to tell me what happened?!" he yelled, raising a hand, which causing the kobold to flinch. Clearly still shaken, the rat-like creature begins pointing frantically in the direction he came, babbling incoherently. As the goblin readied a strike, he heard the sound of heavy footfalls nearing the job site. Forgetting the kobold, the taskmaster watched as a large black shape moved out from the undergrowth, the ground quaking slightly as it neared.
"Lucifron! What..." the overseer asked frantically, placing the kobold between himself and the Sentinel. By order of the Trade Prince, you are to approach these natives and offer them a place in the Cartel. Should they refuse, they will be treated as competition, and will be dealt with appropriately. a deep, frightening voice sounded in the goblin's mind, causing him to shudder. Although it was calm and clear...he couldn't help but feel the chill of the Sentinel's words. "And I suppose you are here for the latter?" the taskmaster said lowly. Precisely. Lucifron replied, unmoving. The kobold was frantically trying to hide behind the overseer at this point. "...Alright, alright! I'll go offer the monkeys a job. But if I get my legs broken by those brutes, its coming out of Bolthammer's pocket!" the taskmaster exclaimed, throwing the kobold aside. Approaching these feral goblins was risking bodily harm...refusing Lucifron was guaranteeing it. Obviously, his choice was clear...