IC - Axis Umbra

[arcanus]

"Anyway, I would like to ask a few question O wise one. Do you know of the origins of the entity we call Gagglepus?"

"That I do not little one, however I can guide you to the places where you would find such"

[Curren]

'That sounds good Frank, go with that mate.' the cockney nods at what the spirit has stated. The man seems to be relaxing in a high backed chair but is listening intently to the exchange.

Did we have a name of the goblin chap? The guide whose house we are in?

[arcanus]

All of a sudden the goblins tiny black eyes widen, he leaps from his old chenille floral patterned chair and verbally thunders at the spirit.
"YOUZ, ITZ WAZ YOUZ WHOD SLEPTZ WIZH MOI MATZ" turning he glares in almost comedic fury at Drake "SHORTZ DIZ YOUZ KNOWZ ABOUZ DIS?????"

[Curren]

Curren in surprise starts out of his reverie with a jolt, and stares over questioningly at the altercation taking place!

[arcanus]

"Waz the worldz comzin too whez a Bazher can'z bring a Berkz into iz ouze wizhout imz nozzin iz mate" goes on the goblin

[Drake]

Frank meets Curren's gaze with a look that says "I'll handle this" then hops up onto a chair so he is almost eye to eye with the goblin.
Frank clears his throat.
"Calm itz!" he says in a deep voice to the creature. "He ain't be no nobbin no matz here innit? 'E just done arrive in diz plaze likes uz. We be travellerz and not never been near this Bazher. 'E ain't never not seen no nozzin not 'ere. We az juz diz minute turn up 'ere an you been seen uz all a-timez, innit everybody peeps?!"
Frank stands on the chair with arms open, offering no threat.
"You iz very most kind Bazher, you iz giv uz the drinkz. We likez Bazher an not tell no lie."

[Curren]

He looked over at Frank with pride.

'I never knew you spoke goblinoid!' he smiles at the gnome.

'It’s either that, or bloody gobbledegook! Or is that in fact the language?' he said thoughtfully as he rested back in the chair once more; now alert for any mishaps with the humorous trio!

[arcanus]

"IZit" exclaims the goblin, "Owh inz tha caze itz moi mizakes, pleaze exuzez muz", with that he sits down as if nothing has occured and begins to read some form of gazette like parchment.
As the apartment seems to settle down, the shadows lengthen and darken, and a circular bulkhead like door slides open.
A small but lithe figure stalks into the room, whereabouts the first goblin is a squat but pudgy creature dressed in a heavy twead overcoat, this figure is an ashen grey creature with a domed Piscoid head and a mouth full of several rows of small fangs.

Without looking up the fatter goblin holds up a finger "Therz be no troublz!"
The new figure frowns "Why Nebblesworth whatever do you mean" he turns, bows and looks around with some degree of muse.
"Forgive Nebs or Niggles, I'm Fitch and your guide, you have a meeting in 'The Market Ward' in an hour" he says a viscious smile crossing his face.

[arcanus]

Swirling tones of mana fed light moved through the spirits form.
"So wanderers what else would you ask of me? enquired the spirit.
Fitch seemed to sniff the air, almost tasting the spirits scent.
Nebbs merely returned to reading his parchment, almost going as far to ignore the 'Tome Spirit'.
"We must go" hisses Fitch "Your contacts do not take kindly to being kept waiting!"

[arcanus]

The four set out once again into the myriad city, through its impossible Escherish maze of alleyways and streets, the caramel brickwork imprisoned within its gothic iron relief. Fitch moved like some predatory night hunter, the kind of creature that any warm blooded person never felt entirely safe with, Nebblesworth huffed and puffed, but silently followed.

The Market Quarter exploded into life, every building a shop, while every inch of ground or alleyway housed a stall or eatery.
The four made their way through the throng, a collection of creatures that stunned even the worldly mage, bizare centoid creatures, sprites,goblin like creatures, oozes that slithered across to buy something more.
"Watzh yer stuzz" hissed Nebbs
They headed towards an older building, a large redbrick construction, very Georgian in style or so it appeared to Curren, bringing back memories.
Complete with an brick Verandah, a series of ornate archways supported by pillars, beneath the awning lay a series of tables, filled with impressive looking ancient warriors and travellers.

Entering the eatery, Fitch led them to a large troll like creature guarding a circular entrance to a private section of the resturant, a commotion broke out in the public section where a small repitillian rat like creature was refusing to pay, after some debate with the ork like waiter, said waiter suddenly distended its jaw and swallowed the unpaying customer whole.
"Tough Crowd" whispered Drake
The troll was more fantastic than his Sixth World counterpart, his skin ridged and scaled in a similar fashion to a crocodile, while his head was adorned with a multitude of horns, a terrifying sight to behold.

Fitch with a supremely respectful tone and bow, greeted the huge guardian and requested that they enter.
The troll creature regarded them all for a long while, a shiver of intimidation running collectively through each member of the party.