Two Interviews

Interview with Glorp and Iviled

Glorp nods.

You dazzle Glorp with your smile.

Glorp says 'Glorp!'

You now follow Glorp.

Glorp looks at you.

You join Glorp's group.

You say 'Let's get a bit out of the way so there are no disturbances.'

moving

You say 'Here is good?'

Glorp nods.

Glorp says 'Glorp!'

Glorp looks at you.

Karisha holds a wooden recorder under your nose.

You say 'This is an interview, I might publish part of it.'

Forest Trail

The grass here is trampled and dirt shows thorugh in several patches. It

appears you are on a path travelled more often than others in Everwild.

Trees short and tall, thin and thick surround all sides of you.

The trail runs north and west.

[Exits: north east west]

Some greyish herbs lie here.

(Invisible) (Charmed) A young black dragon belonging to Glorp is here.

(Invisible) (Charmed) A zombie of Travl stands here serving his master.

(Invisible) (Translucent) Glorp the Master of War is here, sitting astride a black dragon.

There is a cheerful brownie here chatting merrily away.

A small pixie stands here laughing cheerfully.

You say 'I have heard that you are indeed a two-men team, is this correct?'

You say 'Rumor is that you have a faerie companion.'

bio Glorp

Race: Fire, (Left-handed) (Underweight)

Face: Long Eyes : Yellow Facial-Hair: Clean

Hair: Bald Color: Bald Texture: Bald

Body: Broad Skin : Dark

Description:

Layers of ash trail behind and coat the skin of the enormous humanoid

creature stomping about. Short black locks of curly hair toss about like

flames in a strong wind, streaks of crimson visisble near the center of the

mass. Large yellow eyes set deep beneath heavy thick brows of red stare

with a strange intensity. A star shaped scar is imprinted on the bridge of

his nose between his eyes. His chapped lips form a sneer and reveal

jagged teeth that appear sharpened to a fine point.

Most of his body is covered in dark iron forged plates attached to chain

linked dressing underneath. He wears a bandolier across his chest which

holds a few daggers and has a large crest of a fist covered in flame. An

assortment of bladed and hooked weapons hang from his belt covered in

blood, gore, and bits of flesh.

An ebony skinned Faerie appears atop Glorp's shoulder. He stares at you for a few moments, then speaks. 'Yes, more like I am the master, and Glorp is my tool of destruction.

You say 'Oh!'

You say 'There!'

Karisha points excitedly.

You say 'Oh, now that is interesting.'

You say 'How would you describe your relationship and the allocation of work?'

The giant smiles happily. 'Glorp' the giant remarks. Looking somewhat annoyed, the faerie stares briefly at the giant. 'I will do the talking.'

Karisha examines the dark fae.

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' Well, it is a matter of who is best suited for what.

Karisha rises the wooden recorder to make it more comfortable for the dark fae.

You say 'Natuarlly, and who is best suited for what?'

The faerie continues, 'Typically matters of combat are where Glorp will handle, unless things require my special touch.

Karisha seems intrigued, scribbling down 'Special touch'. She looks up and asks, 'And this special touch, what would that be?

'As for everything else, I being the master, make the decisions.' Looking over at Glorp for a moment, the faerie adds, 'Sometimes I let him make his choices, but mostly on inconsequential matters.

You say 'So you are the decision-maker.'

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' Magic, diplomacy, such are not his strong suits, and I am certainly not going to chance it to error.

Karisha nods, making a few more notes.

You say 'Have you considered taking on more servants?'

You say 'Tkanzhar, perhaps?'

Nodding the faerie goes on, 'Oh, indeed I have. However, Glorp has proven to be a full time chore in itself.

You say 'Easier to manage than a demon as well, I suppose.'

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' My other minions, mindless though they be, do not require a more direct hand.

You say 'Oh, how rude of me, I was so exited. My name is Karisha, of the Heralds.'

With a nod of his head, the faerie says, 'I am Iviled, and you have met Glorp.'

You say 'A pleasure.'

Glorp nods his head in unison with the Faerie.

Glorp says 'Glorp!'

You say 'So directing Glorp is a full-time job, you'd say?'

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' Oh, indeed. I often simply allow him to wander about. He has grown independent enough to manage most things on his own.

Karisha mumbles, 'Does not run into trees.

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' However, when it comes to more, diplomatic affairs and other delicate things.

Karisha nods. 'What do you think would he do if he was suddenly without your direction?

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' I find it better to take the lead.

Karisha nods.

Karisha takes a few more notes.

Karisha bites on the end of her feather, thinking.

You say 'So, if you were to suddenly disappear, what do you think would happen to him?'

Glaring at you, then Glorp, the Faeries tone turns cold, 'We won't be finding out.'

Karisha shrugs, 'Accidents happen, and this is just hypothetically anyway. Do you think he'd wander off and be forgotten?

You say 'Live a life as a hermit in some mountain cave?'

You say 'Take on a career as a fur hunter in the lower plains?'

Karisha raises the recorder to hold it directly under the dark fae's nose.

Relaxes a bit and looks back to Glorp, 'I do not think so. He is quite fond of what we have accomplished. Although without my direction, his reckless anger would certainly lead him into a lot of trouble.

Karisha nods, noting 'Lot of trouble.'

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' Glorp's mind is rather a simple one. He takes what he wants, and if he is met with resistance...

Karisha turns to Glorp, 'Glorp, what do you think you would do without Iviled?

Karisha holds the recorder under your nose now, having to stand on the tips of her toes for that.

Glorp flexes his muscles and states proudly, 'GLORP SMASH!

You say 'Smash, yes, anything in particular or just general smashing?'

Glorp scratches his head, looking very confused.

You say 'I see.'

Glorp says 'Glorp?'

You nod.

You say 'Yes, that is fine.'

You say 'I see your point, Mr. Iviled.'

You say 'At least he is not a common thug like the demon fiend.'

You say 'He has a certain something, that could be almost called brutish style.'

You say 'How did you come by your Glorp, Mr. Iviled?'

Nodding at you. Iviled continues, 'I often have to help Glorp with even basic conversations.'

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' Oh, I found Glorp as a baby and raised him.

You say 'Ohhh!'

Karisha scribbles down excitedly, 'Found as a baby and raised him.'

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' He wandered away from his tribe, and they seemed not to notice, nor care.

You say 'Was that hard, rising a fire giant baby?'

You say 'What did he eat?'

Leaning back, the faerie closes his eyes for a moment, 'You would not believe how troublesome it was at first. Glorp broke just about all my furniture the first day.

You chuckle politely.

You say 'I can imagine. Partly ate it as well I bet.'

Glorp yells out his warcry.

Glorp yells 'GLORP STRONG! GLORP SMASH!'

Karisha nods to herself, taking more notes, 'This is getting more interesting than I had anticipated, I'll have to get an extra long scroll.

You ponder the question.

You say 'Where did you two live?'

Giving you a nod, the faerie continues, 'At first I had to help Glorp capture his own meals, cattle and such, but after a few months, he learned to stalk his prey properly.

You say 'He ate cattle as a baby?!'

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' I have a keep on the far side of the Dwarven mountains.

Karisha seems to be taken aback.

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' Oh, he would eat just about anything you put in front of him.

Karisha raises an eyebrow, considering Glorp's considerable bulk.

You say 'I see...'

'Glorp!' the giant remarks followed with a burp.

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' Took me quite some time to temper his hunger.

Gazing over at Glorp, 'Yes, quite manageable now.

You say 'To yourself, Mr. Iviled. You are a dark faerie, are you related to the Kaddars?'

With a shrug Iviled says, 'I am not certain. I am from a Faerie village far from them, but perhaps they are cousins. Much as Glorp is cousins with those giants of Stone.

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' I was an unwelcomed exception to those in my village.

You say 'So only distantly, if at all. How about the more common faeries, like the mysterious King Sylf Starkholm?'

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' Perhaps. My parents were not of the same color skin. They were similar to the other faeries.

You say 'So you were an exception in both coloring and temper, I take it?'

You say 'Did they cast you out?'

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' My life in the village was difficult, and the reason I left.

Karisha nods, 'Being different often is.

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' Eventually.

With a sneer Iviled states, 'But Glorp and I will take care of that.

Karisha raises an eyebrow at the last comment, 'Take care of the village?

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' Yes, all in due time.

Karisha swallows, then nods.

You say 'One last question, before we finish, to both of you.'

You say 'Which is your favorite hobby? Glorp, that means what do you like to do most?'

With a big grin the giant states, 'Glorp like fightin!'

You nod at Glorp.

Glorp says 'Make Glorp strong!'

Karisha turns towards the faerie.

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' Hobby...

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' hrmm.

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' Plots and schemes are generally what occupies my time.

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' Aside from managing Glorp.

You say 'That is more a full-time job than a hobby though, as you stated earlier.'

You chuckle politely.

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' It is quite a shame, since I spent most of my time working with the dead.

You say 'Zombies and such?'

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' Oh yes. Quite proficient I am too!

Karisha says faintly,'I see...

You say 'Yet Glorp is alive, do you plan to change that to make him more manageable?'

Looking over at Glorp, 'Then I was presented with quite an opportunity to focus that knowledge on.

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' We shall see.

Karisha nods, looking a bit worried.

The faerie chuckles, and Glorp mimics the faerie.

You say 'Alright, Gentleman, I think this is quite enough. I thank you both for your time.'

You say 'Oh, you wanted a ring, Glorp.'

You stop using a heavy-black dragonscale ring.

From atop Glorp's shoulder, the Faerie says, ' Indeed.

You give a heavy-black dragonscale ring to Glorp.

You say 'I'll see if I can find you another.'

You say 'If I have any more questions, I'll come back to you.'

Interview with Regent Urist

You say 'Hello Regent!'

Below a pair of beady brown eyes and a nose ruddy and slightly bulbous, a

thick beard of multiple colors is intricately braided into twelve prominent

columns while smaller braids interconnect between the major braids. These

major braids end in a metal trinket, each of a different metal and showing a

symbol of each of the Twelve Great Clans. These braids rattle about from

time to time due to a small, white rat that has decided to make its home

within the locks. Bracketing the beard are twin hearts, masterfully

engraved and with lines radiating from them as if to show that they were

glowing, upon the ladybumps-free breastplate. These images are repeated

upon his faulds, the same care and attention going into these engravings as

upon the breastplate. His legs and feet are similarly armored with cuisses

and sabatons, both free from decoration yet no less masterfully crafted.

Due to his being half as wide as he is tall, he resembles the rock that

he and his brethren are famed for working and living beneath. His legs and

bare arms are thicker than the average humans while only reaching to their

chest in height.

He is a master explorer.

Urist is in excellent condition.

Urist is using:

stuff

a multicolored beard

(Glowing) a winged water dragon

You say 'So, how did you come by that impressive beard?'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'That, is quite the story.'

You say 'I'd like to write about it in my next gossip.'

You chuckle politely.

You say 'I'll write about Iviled too.'

You say 'You know that one?'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Iviled? Can't say I have.'

The Vanguard says 'Is there not something you need to do Karisha?'

You ponder the question.

Urist raises an eyebrow.

You say 'Well, I guess some mining, there's always mining.'

Urist chuckles politely.

You say 'The fae who owns Glorp.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Aww. And I was about ta get in the ....'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Owns Glorp?'

You say 'In the?'

You say 'He gave me an interview, so you'll be able to read all that.'

You chuckle politely.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, ''Story' is what I was about ta say when it registered what ya said.'

You say 'Your beard?'

Urist nods.

You say 'It's very colorful.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'It was an ... eventful day.'

Karisha nods, then reminds herself, 'Recorder.

You wield a guayacan recorder.

Karisha holds a wooden recorder under your nose.

Urist twiddles with an auburn braid. 'How far back? Ta the beginnin' or just the event with me beard?'

You say 'Well, if it's interesting, from the beginning.. unless it stars with I was born in a small village called Umansbarch. My parents were... and I had 10 siblings...'

Karisha chortles.

Urist chuckles politely.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Nah. This story starts with Sylf, the former Regent and I in the Tombs and a gargantuan crab.'

You say 'Oh, I've heard rumors about that one!'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Pray tell?'

You say 'Unfortunately, the King left before I arrived here.'

You say 'King of Val Miran, husband of Queen Dilorry. I don't want to think about how that worked.'

You shudder at the horror and repress tears.

Urist chuckles politely.

You say 'Then there are bags that make you pregnant if you touch them.' (rp with Okuachi)

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'I didn't ask.'

You say 'So...'

You shrug.

You say 'But to your story!'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Let's see. My memory o' the event in detail is quite hazy. I had just become Oracle ta the Castle.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Or did I become Oracle after?'

You say 'Does it matter for the story?'

Urist shrugs and waves into the air. 'Inconsequential.'

Karisha nods, unintentionally hitting you slightly in the chin with her recorder, without even noticing.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'He, that's Sylf and I were talkin' and we got on the subject o' food. O' which he said something about lovin' seafood.'

Urist sits down and thinks deeply.

You say 'Like... fish and so?'

Urist nods.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Exactly.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Well coincidentally, a gigantic crab comes wanderin' over ta us. Guess it was drawn ta the water o' the well we were sittin' next ta.'

You say 'Oh... well, bad timing for the crab.'

Urist agrees absolutely.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'It died quite quickly and Sylf literally dove in.'

Karisha shudders slightly.

Karisha imagines a tiny faerie gorging itself in a huge crab. Karisha shudders slightly.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'I mean that in the most literal o' senses. The wee lil guy flew up and inta a hole he made in the carapace.'

You say 'That must have been..'

Karisha pauses.

You say 'Quite the sight.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'It was disturbin' is what it was.'

Urist chuckles politely.

Karisha swallows, looking slightly green.

You nod.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Needless ta say, there was a lot o' meat flyin' around. Surprised at the ferocity o' it, actually. Some got in me beard and the smell o' it ta begin with...'

Urist shakes his head.

Karisha frowns, nodding emphatically.

Urist makes a walking motion with fingers, 'After that was done, we decided ta head away from the corpse, but not quite out o' the tombs themselves.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'It was in one alcove that we broke fer lunch. Well, I did anyway. I made a spring so we could wash.'

You nod.

You say 'Wash your beard?'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'I'm not sure where the bucket came from. Sylf or was layin' there the entire time, but as I washed with some o' this lavender soap that was there, somethin' unmentionable happened.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Amongst other things.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'But anyway, onta the unmentionable thing I was about ta mention...'

Urist chuckles politely.

Karisha raises her left eyebrow. 'Your beard got lavender colored?

'Me beard started fallin' out!' Urist gasps in horror!

You say 'It fell... out?!'

Karisha gasps.

Urist twirls a braid comprised of hair the color of charcoal, 'Was about this color ta start with.'

You say 'A beardless dwarf, who's seen that?'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Every last hair.'

Urist nods.

You shudder at the horror and repress tears.

You say 'That must have been terrible, like I losing my feathers.'

You shudder at the horror and repress tears.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Sylf tried ta was the soap out with a jet o' water, but that only made it shed faster.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Aye. I was near tears.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'So there I was. Sittin' beardless and drenched.'

You say 'How awful.'

Karisha frowns, shaking her head.

Urist shakes his head remembering and a frown crosses his face, 'A sad, sad day.'

Karisha remembers the recorder and holds it right under your nose once more.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'And then it got weird.'

You say 'Yet you gained a new beard?'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Kinda.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Ya see, this hair started appearin' out o' thin air.'

Karisha frowns, 'Hair does not usually just do that.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'All different types. Brown. Blond. Red. And all different consistencies. Curly, thick, short, long...'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'No, it doesn't. There was panic.'

Urist takes a deep breath, 'And then it started chasin' me!'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'All around the alcove and from every direction!'

Karisha giggles, then pulls herself together, and tries to make a straight face. 'It chased you?!

Urist leans in closer to you and whispers, 'Yes. And I think it took pleasure in it!'

You say 'The mysteriously conjured up hair had fun chasing you around.'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Urist nods an affirmative, 'Yes. And then it attached itself ta me face!'

Karisha takes some notes, bumping her recorder into you once more without noticing.

Karisha looks up in surprise. 'It.. what?

You say 'It attacked you?'

Urist tugs on the beard, 'Attached.'

You say 'Oh, so this hairmonster ended up being your new beard.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'It was a mess. Had ta rebraid it and everythin'!'

Urist nods.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'In short, aye.'

You say 'I see, I see.'

You say 'Yet you gained a beard more extraordinary than any other dwarf in the ordeal.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'That's right!'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'And even after, it wants ta be near me. Keeps comin' back.'

You say 'And have you been happy with it so far, did it do anything extraordinary?'

You say 'So a personality of its own I take it.'

You invert the barrel, spilling icewine all over the ground.

You fill the barrel with water from a magical spring.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'It's just a beard. Nothing too extraordinary, I guess.'

sing water barrel

You sing 'From a liquid so clear and pure'

You sing 'Add in the ages to mature'

You sing 'Sprinkle a dash of morning dew'

You sing 'A concoction of the finest brew'

The water in the barrel slowly changes color.

You drink red wine from the barrel.

You say 'I foorgOt, diD yoOou licke red, rumM aor icewine?'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'It does, but only in that it's got quite the rainbow o' hues here.'

You nod.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'I'm partial ta a bit o' Icewine, meself.'

You invert the barrel, spilling red wine all over the ground.

You fill the barrel with water from a magical spring.

sing water barrel

You sing 'From a liquhid so clEar aNnd puhhrEh'

You sing 'Add iNn thhE ages to maTuhhreh'

You sing 'sprinnklEh a dasH of morNninngh deW'

You sing 'A conNncoctioN oF THheh fFinehsT breW'

The water in the barrel slowly changes color.

You drink benedictine wine from the barrel.

You invert the barrel, spilling benedictine wine all over the ground.

You fill the barrel with water from a magical spring.

sing water barrel

You sing 'from a Liquid so cLear and pure'

You sing 'awdd iNn thHe aGEs to maturE'

You sing 'ZSspriNklEh a dashH ofF mornninng dEhw'

You sing 'ah coNcoctionNn oF tHheh fFiNnEst brehw'

The water in the barrel slowly changes color.

You drink icewine from the barrel.

You feel drunk.

You nod.

You drop the barrel.

You say 'three's tHhe chaRm..'

You chuckle politely.

Urist flicks a green braid, 'Even this one. Green. Not sure if it were mossy or ... well, after this time it's not moss nor mold. Just ... green.

You say 'Please, be my guhesT..'

Urist chuckles politely.

Urist gets the barrel.

Urist drinks icewine from the barrel.

Urist gives you the barrel.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Me thanks.'

Urist hiccups.

Urist says 'ghood wine.'

You nod.

You drop the barrel.

You say 'Thank you for your time, it's been a pleasure, Regent.'

You smile at him.

Urist nods.

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'The pleasure was all mine.'

Urist speaks with a bit of a lilt, 'Stay safe.'