Gukb shook Elric's hand, and drew a smile full of little incisors. "Be a real pleasure, Mister Barber. S'pose your name makes perfect sense, can't be sayin' the same fo' mine tho'. Don't go bashing stones me, not sure why anyone ever would, 'sept them Dwarves maybe."
He looked at the hole, and started to take in rough measurements in his mind. "Well, I can patch it up like, keep tha' rain out fa' now. Maybe in tha' mornin' I can get to seein' what needs doin' for it's ah, lifespan. I reckon Gerald got most'a it right, 'cus these beams be lookin' solid, 'n they'll dry like, but the tiles need lookin' at... so does tha' underlay."
Realising he was getting away with himself, Gukb turned back to Elric. "Lemme clean up here first. Only right a goblin sweeps his own hair up anyways. Ya best get on, thinkin' that Samuel fellah be owin' ya some money, aint 'e? D'worry Mr. Barber, I can work my way round a crossbow, so's I sure can be workin' my ways around a broom."
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The Fated Fallen said
I'm enjoying Gukb as a character, not only his accent but how he is one of the most obviously experience people out of our character roster
Thank you.
His accent is really hard to maintain. Typing the words out so they sound that way goes against the grain, so you'll have to forgive me when he keeps using words properly, but then not.
He probably my favourite character I've ever had the pleasure of writing about. Truth be told though, I owe big thanks to professor; I think the scene as a whole has allowed for a kind of character development you don't often get to experience here. Well, speaking for myself anyways.
The goblin's ears pricked up at the mention of employment. It'd been a long time since someone - especially a human - had offered him any coin for his services; even if those services were perhaps a little mundane. Still, that crown and sceptre weren't going to buy themselves. And a King should never be above the lowly toils of the common people.
"King Gukb the Humble," Gukb mumbled to himself, almost vacantly, before clearing his throat to speak up. "Yer be offerin' me fine things there, human. Though bein' things as they may, and bein' that wanderlust is a word egotistical maniacs be usin' to explain their lack of purpose in the world, I accept." He nodded at the hole. "First, let me get to fixin' that roof. Knew me a Dwarf, way back in Fullforge Keep who showed Gukb a thing or two 'bout woodwork."
He inspected the wooden beams arching towards the ceiling's center point; noted they were souring with moisture. Clicking his tongue, he looked back at the barber, "this buildin' is either old, or poorly put together. Ayuh, this roof wont be lastin' you another twenty winters that's fa sure. Gukb can look inta that for ya, inbetween sweepin' hair off yer pretty floor of course. Least I can do for ya kindness - BUT - I ain't foolish enough to be workin' for a master with no name."
Holding out his little green palm to the human, Gukb bowed, "Gukb, Gukb Stonebasher, of the long dead Stonebasher clan. Son of Helm only knows. Whats your name? Lest you already told me, and stupid as my memory sometimes is, I've forgotten."
"King Gukb the Humble," Gukb mumbled to himself, almost vacantly, before clearing his throat to speak up. "Yer be offerin' me fine things there, human. Though bein' things as they may, and bein' that wanderlust is a word egotistical maniacs be usin' to explain their lack of purpose in the world, I accept." He nodded at the hole. "First, let me get to fixin' that roof. Knew me a Dwarf, way back in Fullforge Keep who showed Gukb a thing or two 'bout woodwork."
He inspected the wooden beams arching towards the ceiling's center point; noted they were souring with moisture. Clicking his tongue, he looked back at the barber, "this buildin' is either old, or poorly put together. Ayuh, this roof wont be lastin' you another twenty winters that's fa sure. Gukb can look inta that for ya, inbetween sweepin' hair off yer pretty floor of course. Least I can do for ya kindness - BUT - I ain't foolish enough to be workin' for a master with no name."
Holding out his little green palm to the human, Gukb bowed, "Gukb, Gukb Stonebasher, of the long dead Stonebasher clan. Son of Helm only knows. Whats your name? Lest you already told me, and stupid as my memory sometimes is, I've forgotten."
The Fated Fallen said
They could run in a hamster wheel to turn meat at a fire
WHA- oh, oh I thought someone was talking about me.
Gukb nodded his tentative understanding of the barber's story, and the lessons to be learned behind it. And, having heard the man's explanation as to why he offered a hair cut, and not a sword, well, the goblin was satisfied as he could be. He looked into the mirror, and liked what he saw; for a moment, he imagined himself in robes of fur and silk. An idea hit him, a bizarre one, but an idea all the same.
"I be havin' tha' look of a king about me, dun I?" He said, more than asked. "All's I need now is a sceptre and a crown."
Hopping off the chair, Gukb scratched the arising itchiness of his scalp; loose hair clippings fell to the floor. Realising that all labours incurred a fee, he dug into his trousers, then pulled forth a pouch and placed it onto the counter. Coins rattled inside.
"Ain't much, but s'all a little critter like me has got, m'fraid," he said with a curt nod of the head. Then he made towards the hole in the roof he had created earlier, but stopped to look at the strange he-bastard. Kind humans deserved a second glance. "So's, you be a smart man like. Put yerself in me shoes, if ye would humour for but a moment.
Yer a goblin, no one likes ya, 'n the only mention you eva get in tales of glory is how many of ya kind died when some tall warrior in steel came through 'n put all ya family to the sword. So's ya travel the world, hated by all, mocked by all, and sometimes, aforementioned 'all' tries to kill ya real quick like.
On one hand, ya got the safety of the open road; keep moving, never stay long, and that way, ya will live, right? Well, just say that afta a decade, ya start gettin' real tired of that kinda life, 'cause it aint no life at all, not really. What'd ya do to start changing all that? To start movin' in a different direction? It er, I think Master Grangor would have used tha word 'perplexes' - yah, it perplexes me."
Not really expecting an answer, and eager to escape the bizarre situation he'd found himself in, Gukb started to root through the piles of old clothing and other clutter for Red Rust. A King needed a sword, after all.
"I be havin' tha' look of a king about me, dun I?" He said, more than asked. "All's I need now is a sceptre and a crown."
Hopping off the chair, Gukb scratched the arising itchiness of his scalp; loose hair clippings fell to the floor. Realising that all labours incurred a fee, he dug into his trousers, then pulled forth a pouch and placed it onto the counter. Coins rattled inside.
"Ain't much, but s'all a little critter like me has got, m'fraid," he said with a curt nod of the head. Then he made towards the hole in the roof he had created earlier, but stopped to look at the strange he-bastard. Kind humans deserved a second glance. "So's, you be a smart man like. Put yerself in me shoes, if ye would humour for but a moment.
Yer a goblin, no one likes ya, 'n the only mention you eva get in tales of glory is how many of ya kind died when some tall warrior in steel came through 'n put all ya family to the sword. So's ya travel the world, hated by all, mocked by all, and sometimes, aforementioned 'all' tries to kill ya real quick like.
On one hand, ya got the safety of the open road; keep moving, never stay long, and that way, ya will live, right? Well, just say that afta a decade, ya start gettin' real tired of that kinda life, 'cause it aint no life at all, not really. What'd ya do to start changing all that? To start movin' in a different direction? It er, I think Master Grangor would have used tha word 'perplexes' - yah, it perplexes me."
Not really expecting an answer, and eager to escape the bizarre situation he'd found himself in, Gukb started to root through the piles of old clothing and other clutter for Red Rust. A King needed a sword, after all.
"Aye, Gukb here lived in a monestary. Thirteen years, see? Good people, treated me just fine... but I er... I set their barn on fire when I got into old Master Grangor's robes and found me some 'o them fire sticks. They booted poor Gukb out shortly afta'." the goblin replied, sighing slightly. "Couldn't help meself, see? They said I was born with natural mischief, 'n that I'd neva' fit in, despite their best efforts to ah, domesticate me. Was a shame. Miss it."
Growing increasingly uncomfortable of bringing up his past, Gukb shifted in his seat, and also shifted the nature of their conversation. "I got's me a question for yer human; if yer were gonna slit me here throat, you'd done it by now. Which be meanin' you one'a the good'ns. Dyin' breed, yer type. Met many on the road, man and maiden, that screamed bloody murder at poor Gukb for so much as standin' within eye sight, like." His attention switched briefly to the changing shape of his head, as more hair fell from his scalp with each resonating snip of the barber's shears. "But yah, me point bein', why didn't ye kill me? Yer ain't dumb, I know me a dumb'n. Ya know I weren't 'ere for a hair cut... well, originally anyways."
Growing increasingly uncomfortable of bringing up his past, Gukb shifted in his seat, and also shifted the nature of their conversation. "I got's me a question for yer human; if yer were gonna slit me here throat, you'd done it by now. Which be meanin' you one'a the good'ns. Dyin' breed, yer type. Met many on the road, man and maiden, that screamed bloody murder at poor Gukb for so much as standin' within eye sight, like." His attention switched briefly to the changing shape of his head, as more hair fell from his scalp with each resonating snip of the barber's shears. "But yah, me point bein', why didn't ye kill me? Yer ain't dumb, I know me a dumb'n. Ya know I weren't 'ere for a hair cut... well, originally anyways."
The Fated Fallen said
Hardcore haircutting action on the Goblin front
Haters gonna hate.
Gotta say, entering this RP I did not imagine my character getting a hair cut. A head cut, sure, but a hair cut? This is new ground to me.
"Style?" Gukb sounded amused by the barber's question. "Do my kind have styles?" he asked with a chuckle. "Hmmm, well na' the masta' at arms in the monastery always told me to keep it short, lest one of yer big feeted fellahs grabbed it and tore me 'ead off. Was a nice one, that masta' at arms, always felt 'e 'eld back with tha' whip when I screwed somethin' up. Tha' otha' boys, as in like, your kind, they got it a lot worse than old Gukb here. Me thinkin' the masta' at arms pitied me. Don't blame 'im, nah I don't."
Turning his head left and right, the goblin became increasingly fascinated with his appearance. "Never seen meself b'fore, I'ma handsome one in I?" he said smiling, and then pouted his lips amusingly. "Eh, short it is, get rid 'o it, or leave it close to the skin I guess."
Turning his head left and right, the goblin became increasingly fascinated with his appearance. "Never seen meself b'fore, I'ma handsome one in I?" he said smiling, and then pouted his lips amusingly. "Eh, short it is, get rid 'o it, or leave it close to the skin I guess."
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Well, it seems that I'm stuck with the ship.
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