Quest The Allirian Heist

[Griag The Goblin King]

(OOC: Three years before the year 369.)

Even though Griag called the Goblin Sanctuary his home, there was something about the The Shallows that he grew quite accustomed to. Maybe it had his kind of scum, maybe it was filled with filth and squalor that matched the Goblin Sanctuary's. Better yet perhaps that the Shallows had the type of scum that Griag liked. Either way when the Goblin King made his frequent trips to the Shallows to do negotiations it really felt like he never left the Sanctuary. He stood next to a large hut observing the mercenaries and thieves going to and fro through the Bayou, scratching his boulder size stomach popping a big, yellowish pimple near his waist Griag looked at the black box inside his straw house. Dark tendrils began to float through the cracks and immediately dissipated.

Chuckling Griag walked towards the box brushing it with his long fingers. It was a gift for the burglar who would assist he and his allies for a big Allirian heist. The goal was to take an Archstone from a rich a lord located in the inner city, it would sell for a huge profits in the black market something that would be shared amongst the Griag and his allies. The girl in particular would benefit the most, she's done some important work for Griag in the past and he's not one who forgets good work. She had people coming after her and Griag would make sure that her problem would be taken care of. After she has done one more task for him. "Now!" Griag said. "Where the hell is she?!"

Arisa Lovelace
Lord Skavius Drytail
Greedy

 

[Lord Skavius Drytail]

"Where is who?" answered a deep, gruff voice from the door. A very short, but very wide, figure was making his way though the door. He appreciated this door, it was wide enough for him to get through easily and he owed the maker's ample frame for that. Lord Skavius Drytail was dressed in armor plates from several different sets that seemed to have been fused together in whatever way would accommodate his unusual stature, and he clinked and clanked as he waddled forwards, closing the door with a naked tail.

He eyed the box on the table and grimaced at the sight of the tentacles. "Never did like that thing," he muttered, before continuing, "So! Everything is in order. Scouts have been sent, and provided that Greasetooth stays out of our way everything should move swimmingly." He spoke the name of his rous rival with utmost contempt, but that was a battle for another day. Besides, with the Archstone in his grasp, he would finally be able to tip the scales in his favor, permanently.

 

[Greedy]

Greedy sat and waited. As he had done for a while now. This "Goblin King" had hired him to help lift an Archstone from a local lord. He wondered how distant cousins Graig's species were. His skin was such an ugly shade of pink. Looked more a troll than goblin to Greedy. But his coin was good, and the job seemed exciting. Greedy relished the chance to spring one of his bombs on the uppity nobles of Alliria's overclass.

"If Greasetooth is so eager to foil our plans because of your inclusion, perhaps you're a liability." Greedy said, giving the rat-lord a toothy smile. What fun were partners in crime if not to toy with? The junkyard paladin was an easy enough target.

"Graig insists us waiting on a human." He continued, returning to Lord Skavius Drytail's earlier question. "Given the city's makeup, I'd assume she's our in." He chuckled. "But if not, I brought plenty of powder."

 

[Arisa Lovelace]

Arisa loathed the Shallows. It was her least favorite part of Alliria, but money always talked. Steps approached the hut's door, giving its occupants only a sliver of a moment to prepare before it swung open. Manners weren't high on the thief's list of strengths at the best of times, let alone the worst. Something about being a bounty and encountering her ex while skirting the hunters soured her mood.

"For your nose?" the young woman slurred, and it was clear that she was intoxicated. It wasn't unusual for Arisa to drink. In all the years since Griag and the thief's paths crossed, he'd never seen her sober. Very few people knew the thief sober, and she fully intended to make sure that no one else ever would.

The thief looked as if she'd been crying, though her cheeks were dry. It was the redness of her eyes that would give her away. Her dark gaze swept between the three, a brow arching in Griag's direction.

"Am I bringing friends for this one?" she asked.

 

[Griag The Goblin King]

The moment Griag heard Arisa's voice, he immediately turned around. Large droplets of sweat accidentally hit her face. "Arisa Lovelace!" The Goblin King laughed adjusting his lioncloth and approaching the young woman. "My favorite thief in all of Alliria! It's been a while my lady!"

Griag performed a mock bow knowing Arisa's love for plays and balls. She had been working for Griag for a few years working as his personal thief stealing items and information from his rivals. Arisa came to the Goblin King asking wanting to get rid of personal troubles. Given that Arisa was an alcoholic whose mouth often got her in trouble with the wrong people, Griag was happy to oblige. Of course they both knew Griag's generosity doesn't come free but Griag was a person of his word so as long as Arisa did what he said.

"Arisa is our ace in the hole," Griag said to Lord Skavius Drytail and Greedy. The young woman looked like she'd been crying and of course based on her swaying she'd been drowning in the bottle...... again. Arisa was a talented thief the best that Griag had ever seen but the problem was that he never knew what she was like sober. Arisa was always ranting about some guy name Willis Reede how she loved him and wanted family with him in one breath and then cursing him out calling him a mass murdering womanizer in the next.

"Ah young love," Griag would say he fell in love a few times in his youth but gave it up in favor of expanding the Goblin Kingdom when his father died. "Ignore the fact that she's drunk," the Goblin King chuckled. "Arisa actually works best after a few bottles of whiskey eh?"

Griag patted Arisa gently on her shoulder before turning to the group. "So this is Lord Skavius Drytail and Greedy," he announced. "They're going to be your partners for what we desire. If you complete this job without a hitch then you are free from your debts. I'm a person of my word and every single person that tried to capture or kill will be taken care of."

A simpering smile formed on Griag's pimpled face. "Including the chap who tried to kidnap you in Daybreak Village," he chuckled. "Got to keep tabs on my star thief especially for this heist."

Griag then turned to the group. "So folks!" He said clapping his hands. "Any questions regarding the Archstone and the owner?"

Lord Skavius Drytail

 

[Lord Skavius Drytail]

Skavius curled his lip at Greedy’s remarks and his tail twitched irritably. ”Greasetooth is a slimy little cur who will be personally introduced to the Farmer’s Wife if he dares to show his sallow face.” He punctuated this remark by spitting on the ground of the hut, just as the door was opened and a boisterous young woman trundled in.

She reeked of alcohol, and Drytail raised a furry eyebrow as she stumbled past. Oh, he enjoyed a good drink or ten when the mood was right, but this was business! The future of an empire rested on their shoulders, his shoulders. He was apprehensive, but he trusted Griag greatly. The King had not lead him astray yet, and so he would give this Arisa the benefit of the doubt.

The call for questions came, and he spoke up. ”Actually... yes. It’s just... well I can’t keep this magical mumbo jumbo straight. Tell me again what exactly this stone does?” He knew it was powerful, and he knew it would spell the end of Greasetooth and the beginnings of a new Underrealm under his own influence... but the details of how exactly that would occur still eluded him. He vowed, when his empire was great enough, that he would have advisors to handle that nonsense.