Icki's Journal
Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2016 2:08 am
It's been weeks since I left home. I find myself now in a town called Nanthalion, but things seem about the same here too. Dah was wrong. Leaving won't teach me anything, just make me more miserable and now feeling that way in a totally unfamiliar land with strangers. I want to go home. At least the people who leered at me there, I knew, and I knew they wouldn't hurt me.
On the bright side, I found a nice spot to fish today in the forest. I'm making sure it isn't owned so I'm not in trouble, but it'll be a good way for me to get some food and earn some coin. The 200mhl Dah gave me won't last forever.
I met a goblin today. His name is Zar`Ruz and he doesn't look like most goblins I've heard of. Then again, the sight I saw earlier was true to the stereotypes. I saw a goblin woman just manhandling a halfbreed, knocking her out then walking off with her. This was in an inn.. The same inn I'm staying at. That's insane. I'm glad I wasn't noticed, but Zar`Ruz noticed me. He wanted me to... f.. ..d.. have sex.. with a woman who was tied up, strung up by the rafters. Apparently she drugged some guy named Tamryn. This place is really weird.
I went to the arena today. Zar`Ruz had mentioned that his tribe leader warchief person Nixxle runs it and apparently rumors are true that goblins do go there. I figured I would be safe and just be able to draw. I've been drawing pictures of the goblins I meet and see, so I can show Dah when I see him next. Three years is a long time, but I'll make it through. Zar`Ruz has been teaching me a lot about goblin-kind. He doesn't seem to mind me too much, but he calls me fuzzy and fuzzball and has some crude language otherwise. Apparently he's one of the rare good-looking goblins. I don't mind when he calls me names, it doesn't seem like he's trying to be mean about it. Not like the others back home.
We had to leave the arena today when one of the gladiators interrupted us, and threatened us as if we were going to hurt his friend. We were only talking to each other and not even about anyone. Zar`Ruz however made it a point to voice that the gladiator made the woman his new target due to the uncalled threat. He's brave in a weird way. When another gladiator started to gang up on us, he grabbed me and we left.
The bathhouse was a new experience. It was just like the others at home, but being there with Zar`Ruz was different. For some reason he thinks my butt looks like a girl's butt. I... do not know how to take that. I mean, it's my butt. It just.. looks like my butt... He talks about sex a lot. I think he might be a sexaholic. At least I'm learning some new things. But being alone in the baths with him is something I won't be forgetting any time soon.
I went into town today and stopped off at their General Store. I was able to get a real book for my work and other tools I need. I even found a backpack! The clerk there was awfully nice. She treated me with respect and was so kind. I even picked up a new friend. I've decided to name him Cooter. He's a yellow-bellied cooter turtle. I'll be keeping him in my backpack or pocket for now. Having him with me makes me feel less alone. When I left the shop, some human yanked my tail really hard. I was accused of stealing, and then of leering at the clerk who had been so nice to me. They really do hate goblins here.
Today I was accused of radishing a cat. I don't own radishes. I don't even like to eat them. And I wasn't around any cats or catfolk. The man was drunk, but it still bothers me. Why yell at me about radishing his slave's pussy? It seems like to these folks I'm either a sleezy letcherous goblin criminal or a slutty sex-needy catling. I hope I can prove them wrong. I really do. I'm smart and I can make all sorts of things. Maybe I should take Zar`Ruz up on his offer. He wants me to make some traps for him, and actually get paid to do so. Not the traps that get animals.. but the ones I helped with back home to get raiders. He also wants me to meet Nixxle, his warchief. She's the one who dragged off that other halfbreed... He says if I was born to a tribe, I would have been killed. And even now, I'll be treated awfully as lower-caste, but they do take care of their own. Maybe I could have a place among them? At the very least, I can learn about that half of me, find out about my culture and heritage beyond the slurs and cruel words of most folk. I'll try to find Zar`Ruz.. There's some sort of huge thing going on at the arena.. Maybe he'll be in the woods hunting? It's worth a shot.