Nux’s Warning

After Nux warned the group not to spill goblin blood in Lower Dura, or word would spread very quickly about “murderous pinkfaces”, he went on to say, “There are goblin clans in Lower Dura who can trace their ancestors back to a time before the humans came here. When, as far as you could travel from this city in a month was ruled by a group of hobgoblin kings. In those days, this city was called Ja’shaarat, meaning Bright Blade.

“Then, 9000 years ago, the daelkyr invaded from the plane of Madness, Xoriat. Though they were defeated, the invasion crushed the Empire of Dhakaan. You have seen the servants of the daelkyr in those thrice damn’d caves, the dolgrims and dolgaunts. The daelkyr used their powers to warp the flesh of the children of Dhakaan, and create the dolgrims and dolgaunts. The daelkyr live deep in Khyber, waiting for the plane of Madness to return.

“After the invasion, the goblins renamed their city Duur’shaarat, Blade of Sorrow.”

So Lower Dura’s people see this as their city. The humans, the elves, the dwarves… all the pinkfaces, they are new here; they are … annoying. Like locust, they will do their damage, gorge themselves… then move on. This city will remain a goblin city.”

When asked why was he helping them, Nux said, “It was good what you did for Vergus. Not sure I would have done it. I am in the Deathsgate Adventurers Guild. We have our own code, maybe a different code from you.”

“And my last job turned out to be for the Blood of Vol. Not that I object to working for them, but they hired me through my old friend from the Last War, Nef’Haz. But it turned out he was a changling.”

“So he was not the Nef’haz you knew?” asked Daenerys.

“Hells, maybe he was! For all I know, he was always a changling.”

“Oh, True! Those changlings are bastards!”

Nux smiled, “Oh. I never say an unkind word about changlings.”

“Ah. I see your point,” mused Daenerys.

“In any case, I felt like the Blood of Vol tried to pull one over on me, so if someone wants to spit in their soup, I would not object. Plus, your friend Victor Saint-Demain is a, how do the humans say? Jack’s Ass.” Nux leaned back, and popped a pork bun into his mouth. “I would like to see him fail.”