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(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
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