The Wagon surged forward, towards the mass of goblin's and scumbags, Gregorii gets up, Mop in hand, he leaps forward at one of the slaver scum, landing the mop on his skull with a audible crack, Adrenaline pumping throughout his vein's, he joins in the chaos unfolding, fighting for the poor oppressed goblin slaves, meanwhile Culmith raised his bow, aiming at a armored dwarf scumbag, he sent the arrow flying through the air, but it flew off of the midget slaver's armor, "Watch 'yer aim boy!" he called out, completely oblivious to the fact that Culmith was trying to kill him, Culmith growled "I was aiming for you weasel", but the slaver was too caught in combat to hear him. The drums of adrenaline beat in Gregorii's ears, pounding into his skull, the world around him turned blood red as he swung his mop wildly at a slaver, a youthful rage flared up in him, and soon he was lost in a frenzy.
A Group of poor little oppressed Goblins ran towards the wagon, ripping and tearing into it, grabbing whatever valuables they can, they either were unaware or didn't care about the help, the duo had gave them, Culmith raised his voice to the goblins ""Friends. You all deserve freedom, just like everyone here. The only way you can be truly free is peace, and you must stop fighting to pursue peace. So please, lay down your arms, and allow yourselves to be peaceful."" The goblins listened, deciding not to kill him, they looked to the horizon with a look of terror on their eyes, then ran off, leaving the wagon utterly ransacked and destroyed. In the distance, three members of the city watch riding on horseback drove in, running down the Goblins and sending them scattering off, Culmith ignored the goblins and attempted to turn the carriage around. "Gregorii! Hop on!" He then called to the guards. "His mind is addled. He is too old and needs to get home.", Gregorii swung his mop at another slaver, but upon a closer inspection, he realized that his "allies" had ran off, like a bunch of cowards, he heard Culmith's yell, he'd snarl at being called old and addled, but he had bigger things to worry about, he ran off to the wagon, hopping on it as the horses raced out.
The wind flew through Culmith's hair as he handed the reins to Gregorii, getting up to go see what was left, Gregorii sat on the wagon, frustration rippling through his face, he saw the poor little oppressed goblins ransack the wagon, like the ungrateful green shits they are, he began to wonder why he even bothered to save them, he was a fool for doing the right thing for the wrong people, the next time he'd see a goblin, he'd butcher them like the animals they were, he started to grind his teeth, he needed to take his mind off of the madness he had helped create, the wagon slowed to a stop, he got up and joined Culmith, searching through whatever they had left, then he spotted a fake health potion...but it looked too real to be fake, he cursed under his breath, his eyes widening, he picked up the Potion and gave it to Culmith wordlessly, waiting to see if the potion was real, waiting to see if Gregorii was a scumbag...
Culmith's wounds closed, he healed up and became filled with strength, the Potion was real, Gregorii's crimes too, Gregorii's stood, dumb folded at the pain he had caused, he liked to believe he was more than a scumbag, that the people he harmed deserved it, but none of that was true, he last person he suspected to be evil, was himself. Culmith looked down, ashamed. "I hate to say it Gregorii, but we're scum. We need to run."
"We. are. not. scum." Gregorii's gritted his teeth, the anger he tried to repress came back, "And leave her to die!" he suddenly snapped, ""Gregorii. We have stolen a wagon, as well as fought against men doing what is legal. Despite what we thought is right, we are still scum in their eyes. And they will realize that soon enough."" Culmith told Gregorii, who hated the word scum, there was a fine line between Scum and Criminals, one broke the law for their own selfish needs, the other just broke the law, Gregorii was a criminal, but he was not a scumbag. "If we run!" Gregorii yelled "We would have done all this for nothing!, NOTHING!" Culmith stroked his chin, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder to calm him down, "Ok, Gregorii. We will save the girl." he agreed with Gregorii, who nodded silently then sat back down, whipping the horses so the wagon will keep moving, "If we run!" Gregorii yelled "I'm sorry" he apologized, the anger in him dissipating, he like a little child he let his anger take hold of him, whenever he liked it or not, he was not a child anymore, the gods took that away from him. The guilt settled in Gregorii, his hands were bloody, he needed to rescue the girl, it was the only way to wash the blood on his hands.
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A Group of poor little oppressed Goblins ran towards the wagon, ripping and tearing into it, grabbing whatever valuables they can, they either were unaware or didn't care about the help, the duo had gave them, Culmith raised his voice to the goblins ""Friends. You all deserve freedom, just like everyone here. The only way you can be truly free is peace, and you must stop fighting to pursue peace. So please, lay down your arms, and allow yourselves to be peaceful."" The goblins listened, deciding not to kill him, they looked to the horizon with a look of terror on their eyes, then ran off, leaving the wagon utterly ransacked and destroyed. In the distance, three members of the city watch riding on horseback drove in, running down the Goblins and sending them scattering off, Culmith ignored the goblins and attempted to turn the carriage around. "Gregorii! Hop on!" He then called to the guards. "His mind is addled. He is too old and needs to get home.", Gregorii swung his mop at another slaver, but upon a closer inspection, he realized that his "allies" had ran off, like a bunch of cowards, he heard Culmith's yell, he'd snarl at being called old and addled, but he had bigger things to worry about, he ran off to the wagon, hopping on it as the horses raced out.
The wind flew through Culmith's hair as he handed the reins to Gregorii, getting up to go see what was left, Gregorii sat on the wagon, frustration rippling through his face, he saw the poor little oppressed goblins ransack the wagon, like the ungrateful green shits they are, he began to wonder why he even bothered to save them, he was a fool for doing the right thing for the wrong people, the next time he'd see a goblin, he'd butcher them like the animals they were, he started to grind his teeth, he needed to take his mind off of the madness he had helped create, the wagon slowed to a stop, he got up and joined Culmith, searching through whatever they had left, then he spotted a fake health potion...but it looked too real to be fake, he cursed under his breath, his eyes widening, he picked up the Potion and gave it to Culmith wordlessly, waiting to see if the potion was real, waiting to see if Gregorii was a scumbag...
Culmith's wounds closed, he healed up and became filled with strength, the Potion was real, Gregorii's crimes too, Gregorii's stood, dumb folded at the pain he had caused, he liked to believe he was more than a scumbag, that the people he harmed deserved it, but none of that was true, he last person he suspected to be evil, was himself. Culmith looked down, ashamed. "I hate to say it Gregorii, but we're scum. We need to run."
"We. are. not. scum." Gregorii's gritted his teeth, the anger he tried to repress came back, "And leave her to die!" he suddenly snapped, ""Gregorii. We have stolen a wagon, as well as fought against men doing what is legal. Despite what we thought is right, we are still scum in their eyes. And they will realize that soon enough."" Culmith told Gregorii, who hated the word scum, there was a fine line between Scum and Criminals, one broke the law for their own selfish needs, the other just broke the law, Gregorii was a criminal, but he was not a scumbag. "If we run!" Gregorii yelled "We would have done all this for nothing!, NOTHING!" Culmith stroked his chin, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder to calm him down, "Ok, Gregorii. We will save the girl." he agreed with Gregorii, who nodded silently then sat back down, whipping the horses so the wagon will keep moving, "If we run!" Gregorii yelled "I'm sorry" he apologized, the anger in him dissipating, he like a little child he let his anger take hold of him, whenever he liked it or not, he was not a child anymore, the gods took that away from him. The guilt settled in Gregorii, his hands were bloody, he needed to rescue the girl, it was the only way to wash the blood on his hands.
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