Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

I heard the story when I was out in the market, sir. I gave a slave drow some fruit, I bought it with my own salary, and he told me of it. Apparently the male slaves have been speaking of it for a while. The matron in question was from the Varee caves, they are many, many leagues away. I figured you would like it. I am glad I was correct, Sir Vorn. When told to get ready and watch over the elf Jarikk needed no second thought. While the drow was trancing he placed on tight leathers that were made of spider hide somehow and added a sharp spider shaped weight that Ryltar had bought for him when the drow was younger. He wrapped his hair back around his neck and picked up his hand crossbow, again another gift from Ryltar only this one had had a much more qualified purpose than the other. And it had not been as much a 'gift' as a Keep me protected, learn this or else' item. Still, Jarikk treasured it. While the drow was off in his own world Jarikk got a grooming kit and took the hands of Ryltar, shaking his head lightly as he started working on the nails. They had chipped a little, some of them. That would never do. He filed them into perfection and then polished them off. What came to a stop in his work was the broken, but now sprained, finger of the drow. He took out a vial of rarely used black polish and lacquered the pinky nail of both hands, covering up any flaw he might have. He then pulled out some rare scented oils and rubbed them into the hands so that they would be smooth and smell excellent. It took a little over an hour for him to feel satisfied with his job and he delicately placed them back in the lap of Ryltar. Next came the feet, which received the same treatment. They were a bit different, as the dead layers of skin were removed, yet in a way that was very cautious. His master had very delicate elven skin that needed the utmost care and Jarikk was not about to cause Ryltar any discomfort. To match and offset the pinkies on the hands the goblin painted the largest toes black in case his master decided to wear sandals. Then came the oils and a massage of them into the feet, with Jarikk being satisfied after another hour of work. The rest of the trance was spent in silence as he watched the drow, his eyes careful to monitor everything else as well. Whe Ryltar came to Jarikk was ready for his orders. I am already ready, sir Vorn. I anticipated your eagerness and got ready. Allow me to help you in your preparations. The rest went smoothly, with Jarikk following close behind Ryltar. He would often try to give a reassuring squeeze the hands which came back to check on him, allowing Ryltar to know he was available. He did suppress a squeak when, during a time the drow had to hunker down because of a low ceiling, the invisible hand came to rest on the goblin's crotch and gave his equipment a good squeeze. He stayed silent, yet knew that when everything was finished for that night and he was alone he might just have to relieve himself. The harvesting went smoothly, with Jarikk watching Ryltar intently. Then, it came. Jarikk had been waiting, seeing as he had never been told it was okay to make noise again. When the beast raised up there was a soft thiwsh-thiwsh-thwish sound as three bolts shot from his hand crossbow. The first two lodged in the beast's throat, taking out it's vocal chords with an astute precision, the third hit it in the chin in case the first two missed. Jarikk was already in action, leaving his small crossbow and bolts near Ryltar in case he should fail. The beast was trying to yelp, it's throat and mouth shuddering in paroxysms of agony as the small goblin foot collided with it's chest and sent it back. Jarikk struck an odd pose, a fighting style of dirty tricks and valued necessity he had developed with bits and pieces stolen from the kata he had seen the few drow monks do when he was able. The beast shuddered and started towards the smaller morsel, the drow now forgotten. Jarikk did his best to avoid the claws, responding with a punch or kick when perfectly able. He knew he had wounded the beast with the first attack, having hit it in vital areas, yet now it was perfectly aware of him. The element of surprise had been lost and all that was keeping Jarikk going was the sheer rage that this beast had DARED try to hurt his precious, darling drow. It was almost surreal how they fought, with Jarikk remaining silent except for the sound of his fist resounding against the beast every now and then. The beast was forced to be silent, the sound of wind escaping the claws as it struck the only other sound beside the scuffle of the two warrior's footwork. There soon came another sound, a sickening mixture of air being rent and then what could only be described as the sound of wet cloth ripping. Jarikk reeled back, his chest bleeding from the claw marks in it. He still said nothing and a trickle of blood could be seen coming from his mouth where he had bitten his tongue to not call out. Jarikk decided that he would try something and jumped over the beast, using the cave rocks to be able to leap as high as he did. His hair flew out, the braid as long as the goblin's own body. The spider weight, with it's sharpened legs, lodged next to the bolts in the throat and Jarikk swung on it, wrapping his braid tight against the monster's throat. He landed on it's back and began to tug, using his long braid as a garrote to choke the beast. It stumbled around and finally began to beat it's back into a wall, smashing the goblin against the stone. Yet the eyes just started getting dimmer, the spasms of desperation making it use more oxygen than it could replace. Finally, it fell to the ground, throwing Jarikk to the floor with the inertia of the fall. Jarikk got up, still silent, and removed the bolts and spider hairpiece from the beast before hobbling back over to Ryltar. His left arm was protruding in an incorrect angle and his chest was still dripping blood. He said nothing but bowed to the drow, his legs shaking softly with the effort of staying up now that his adrenaline was leaving him.