Miro x Bobole

     One morning once breakfast is served Miro does his best to catch Bobole before he heads out on his route.  Miro waits by the kitchen door and watches for his brothers usual appearance.  Miro takes to thumbing the head of his staff a habbit that is begining to wear away the shine on the head of it to reveal a hand sanded thumb indent where his thumb usually rests.

Bobole, strutting in as is his want, sets himself down at a table, already setting down a gold piece, a ritual that had become instinct at this point.

Miro grabs his meal that had become just as much a ritual to prepair.  Some over boiled eggs, a seared bit of rotted meat that had long since gotten cold, he could hear Ameiko now at miro cooking rotted meat in her kitchen.  And a watered breakfast ale watered down of course with some brineing liquid.  This time however he waved one of synovia's girls away and took the tray to Bobole's table himself.  As he sets it down, confident he had left the kitchen in a working enough order that it could run abit without him, he takes a seat across from Bobole.   "Good morning Bobole.  How goes rangering for the city?"

Bobole digs into his meal with astonishing speed, how he had never bitten his hand or the plate is truly a goblin talent. "Eh, kind of booring, did find a dead shark." as he licks the plate he glances over at Miro "You want something,  I feel like you want something."

Miro nods.  "Two things actually Bobole.  One to see how you were doing.  It is good that you have found something to do here in sandpoint.  I know it was not fun for you to be in my charge but it was actually a brillant move to seek employ with guard.  I am sure you are enjoying the lack of ... observation to your every move.  Also I intend to go an speak wiff de goblins soon and I was wondering if you could accompany me.  You an gildy that is, lata today I will try to catch her attention.  I simply think it will be easier to relate to them if I have some of their own people with me.  It does not hav to be today if you need time to request a day from Hemlook."

A fork goes deep into the table as Bobole thrusts it's down in anger (the first time he had ever touched a fork.) "Your real stupid sometimes you know that. I'm a Bulbhead, Grosilge was a Seven Tooth, the other Gobs we're Thistletops, me and Grosilge ARN'T their people!" his breath comes out in sharp bursts, glaring at Miro "For someone who wants to help you think you'd know more about goblins."

Miro furrows his brows at Bobole "You don't think I dont' know that!  You don't think that I have gone over it in my head a thousand times bobole!"   Miro stands his frustrations begining to come to a head. "Why do you think I seek your help?  Why do you think I continue to try to keep you around if not to help me!  Vrinn is right you are truly a GET!  All I want for anybody is a place to call home.  ANYBODY BOBOLE!  You who have leagued yourself with us LONGSHANKS and may never be trusted again!  Do you think that you and I are the only two in the world displaced from our homes?  All I know is what I see, and all I see are scared people all around me.  Scared citizens because there are goblins at their gate, scared goblins who seek a new life with no idea on how to take it, and more than anything a scared halfling who just wants to help everybody!"   Miro stands and looks back to Bobole  "You infuriate me you GET!  Of everybody around you are the most clueless of them all.  You can not even see that everybody around you is doing their best to look after your diseased little self.  A woman who sees past your skin to help you in any case, a "young" half elf who would rather see your own head at his hip than continue to stay his blade, and least of the three atleast in your own eyes a halfling who has had his neck beneith the guilotten since the day we met and I stook my head out for you to keep you from being run through your first day here!  But do not worry bobole.  You need not worry about that again!  I wash my hands of you..... you.... you inconsiderate GET!"   With that Miro storms off to the kitchen seething ready to burn the next thing that steps between him and the last true joy in his life.

Bobole stares blanky into space, either processing the tirade or thinking of something completely different as he grabs a utensil *Tump* a spoon lands a direct hit on Miro "Come one!" Bobole says, getting down from the table "If I'm going to teach you about goblins we can't do it here, don't want to scare the people. First lesson don't call Longshanks Longhanks, they don't like that."

Miro continues into the kitchen Boboles voice no longer processing in Miros head.  Miro storms through the kitchen and into the ally knowing full well the distance was shorter had he just left the common room.  In quick succession Miro casts tensors to levitate an empty crate from the ground, then silence to keep his actions to himself and then touch of combustion as the poor crate becomes his target.  All can feel the small but obvious initial wave of energy as the crate itself explodes into flames.  Miro's eyes long since turned the burning red that came with such rages.  As shards of burn thatch shower around him Miro breaks the silence spell and casts magic missle after magic missle at the remaining peices of burning thatch.  One after another shard of wood is ripped to peices by shards of force that fly from his hands.  after about three marks begin to appear on Miro his arm, his leg, his heel and then one right below his face on his left side just beneith the eye.

"Uh, if Amaiko yells at me it's your fault!" he dashes thru the kitchen, following the fingers of frightened cook hands towards the alley. "Hay Miro, come on I-" he finds himself at loss for words as the sight of glorious destruction and fire before him. However, it doesn't take him long to find his words again, singing in jubilation "Zargonel smiles today, wicked grin in the flame, watch him jump from spark to spark, get caught up and burn the lark, oh wicked grin in the flame, let's get up and burn the day!"

Miro falls to his knees utterly spent of spells and then some.  He rests panting to the ground on all fours as Bobole turns the corner.  His eyes burning so bright red they set an eerie glow to the alley as it grows dark.  A faint presence hovers above miros slouched form of a grinning mask of half black and white.  Miro turns his gaze to Bobole and for a moment just the faintest of them Bobole can see that Miro can not distinquish him between friend and foe.  The wavering form opens his arms from their crossed form into an open praise as it looks up to the heavens and then fades allowing the light to rush back into the alley.  Miro's eyes turn from red to silver and then gray as conciousness flee's his tiny form and he collapses a strange black rune just below his left eye. "Forget"

"Rend the man, tend th-" Bobole looks at the collasped form on the alley "Miro?" a few experimental pokes, nothing, dead, sleeping, all that matters to Bobole is that his friend is maybe dead, and he'll be blamed for it. He had to think of something "Got it!" he shoves the eyeball in, his skin flaking off like ash as his monstrous shape over shadows Miro. "I;m so glad your asleep, or dead, right now." he bursts out of the alley with Miro in tow, hidden well under a cloak, Bobole makes sure to scare as many people as he can on his way out (That way if Miro IS dead, they'll think it was a bugbear who kill him, not Bobole.) before using stealth to sneaking his way to his cave without being followed. He chucks Miro into the wagon bed, sitting and waiting for him to wake up, or to get the shied ready for lunch, whatever happens first, as his form implodes into it's former shape.

Miro begins to stir and sits up quietly he looks about the cave and then chuckles abit to himself.  "Another plan I take it....?"  Miro looks about the cave and Bobole's "Decor".   "You know you and yours never cease to amaze me in your ingenuity Bobole." Miro rises from the bed and staggers.  He looks about for his walking staff and see's it's nowhere to be seen.  He sighs and sits back down still to weak to hold himself up after his tantrum.

Bobole looks up from the cooking station, the fire roaring under the shield "Oh your not dead....um, Scaly!" the lizard looks up, napping after a long day of patroling the beachcliffs "Go get a bird for dinner!" Scaly hisses, but leaves, returning with a dead gull not long after, dropping it at Bobole's feet. "Good Scaly." he rips the head off with his teeth, spiting it towards Scaly "So." he says, throwing the bird on the redhot shield "what do you want to know?"

"That would depend on you Bobole.  What I want to know more than anything is why you have been acting so cross and secretivly with me.  But if we are here only on business then I guess we should start with how it is most goblins are raised.  If those who ARE here are here to seek better lives then I learn how to counter that which has been instilled in them at the earliest." "You wouldn't happen to have my staff would you, your bed is nice but I would rather join you at the fire if I could.  And I am far to weak at the moment to stand without its help."

"Um...well I don't know about Thistletops, but I far as I know with Isger goblins we just throw our little gobs into cages until their big enough to do something, then the chief gives them a name and then it's mostly just burning, raiding, eating and fighting. Oh and rituals, like the Pigbreakers, they got a magic pig that gives their chief power, he's pretty strong from what I hear, not Guteater strong, but strong."

Miro nods pensively seeing what route of conversation Bobole would rather take.  He listens as Bobole talks about his people so proudly at such a henious upbringing.  "I see.  So your earliest memory Bobole?  Think as far back as you can and tell me your very first memory and how it made you feel?"

"Oh, um, hmm..." he sits down scratching his head "First brain thing, that'd have to be the raid on the village, three people, a pointy ear, a boring dwarf in armor, and a tusky, not a half one, a FULL one! the chief of Isger gives out bounties all the time on bandits and goblins, so no surprise. I was still in the cage, but I remember watching." he leaps onto the bucket table, becoming more animated, miming out actions " Drub-Grub was breathing fire, the pointy ear hated that, killed three ragers, but Drub-Glub finished him off with a spear in the guts! Then there was the dwarf, he was shooting of light, I remember it melting off allot of faces, and his hammer was good at smashing gobs, but he got swarmed by the ragers, they ate him alive, really they did, it was awesome! The Tusky lasted the longest, none of the others could touch him, but then there was Guteater, he wasn't even afraid of the tusky, just jumped on him and started biting his face!" Bobole shoots out his arm, using prestidigitation to manipulate the shadows to play out the scene "the two of em fought all over the village, ended up breaking most of it, including the cage, allot of dead brothers, tasty. eventually the fight went into the firepit! Both of them we're on fire, thou I don't think Guteater really cared, and that's what made the difference, while the tusky was freaking out about the fire Guteater dug his claws into his neck, ripping off his head spine and all!" Bobole is panting, his eye rolling "He threw the head away in his rage, I was real close, so the head landed next to me. He get's up from the fire and says "Bring me that head, Bobole.!" he looks to Miro "We ate good that night."

Miro sits quietly for a time taking in the story.  Its not much different from the story of human hero's, yeah the goodly races gloss over the carnage but it usually fits the same structure, a heroic fight that ends in a very final very glorius moment where the "hero" does something so epic that it sticks with others specially the young.   "You like stories alot don't you Bobole?"  Miro asks as he looks to the wall of the cave seemingly at something far beyond it.

he steps down from the barrel, grabbing the mostly blackened gull "Yeah, I got's lots of em, mostly Bulbhead, a few Cinder Seekers, allot of songs." he bites off half of the gull, tossing the other half to Miro, it's insides still mostly raw, it's feathers still smouldering "Now eat up, we should probably get you back to Amiiko."

"And do other goblins appriciate stories like you do?"  Miro says as he looks down at the bird.  He looks to the lizard and waits for bobole attention to waver just long enough to toss it the half a bird.

He nods, looking away "Yup, the bloodier the better, and the louder. But no one has bloodier then Bulbheads!" he sighs a bit "I feel a little bit bad for the Thistletops, it must be hard to be so spineless, there almost as bad as Slashfaces."

Miro smiles.  "that is wonderful bobole.  Truely amazing!"  Miro begins to hatch a plan that might just work.  If story telling is the way to a goblin then he might just be set.  Ofcourse he would have to use some good ones but through stories he might just make this work.   "Thank you Bobole.  Can I expect your help when we go speak to them at the gate?  I plan to pursue it soon."

Bobole hops on Scaly, patting it's side "So Miro, remember when the people worked together when the threat of the goblins we're a thing, even letting me help, do they alway do that?"

Miro nods.  "That is one of the few things I can say impresses me about people.  We are a divided and cantankerious people, but in the shadow of impending threat or doom yes.  We almost alway unite to combat that threat."   Miro hops up on scaly and grips tightly to Bobole.  "You know Bobole if what I intend to do works.  There will be many good stories for you to come and hear at my school."  Miro says as they ride off towards the town. 

"Yeah" in his own mind he's thinking, planning, coming up with his own way to help.