RP Story

Well, anyway:

Firessa, are you there? Thenaius carefully probed the link for signs of the night elf. Please don't be dead.
Thenaius, why would I be dead?
Thenaius grimaced - that had been a private thought, not a message. It's nothing. How fares your epic battle against "Ye Olde Tyrant Lizard"? He really wasn't ready to let Firessa know how much he cared for her.
What? You mean the dragon? About as well as can be expected. We haven't taken any casualties - yet. This might go smoothly, if we aren't troubled by any reinforcements.
Thenaius signaled his agreement and farewell, then turned his attentions to Siroff. Are you there?
Still no reply, but the simple fact that the link remained in contact told the wizard that his human companion was indeed alive. But why would he remain silent? . . . unless the undead's sorcerers could detect such telepathic links!
Grim-faced, Thenaius cast another spell, then closed his eyes.
When he opened them he could see the ground miles below him, and made out the swarm of tents that marked where "his" army was. Looking ahead, he could barely make out the dotted buildings of the dwarven settlements - and nearby, the sprawling undeaad base. By the Light, it's even bigger than I thought.
No noises reached his ear - the spell only brought visual data. Still, something - flash of color, perhaps, or a sudden darkening - caused Thenaius to turn his attention to the other side of the encampment.
The wizard felt his stomach do a backflip as he saw a force of undead at least three hundred strong working its way tirelessly to the base - unaware of the congregation of the living that blocked their path. Moving closer, Thenaius could make out their leader - a death knight, tall by human standard, wearing spiked armor and a helm resembling a dragon's skull. Power emanated from the figure, and when it turned Thenaius' way, the elf was overcome with the unnatural fear that this monstrosity could actually see him through his scrying.
But, no - the figure was only motioning to bring a necromancer closer. Releasing a very deep breath, Thenaius ended the spell and stamped out of his tent, nearly bumping into the strange human who had joined them at the centaur battle.
Considering what he had learned, Thenaius placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "I assume you've accustomed yourself to the layout of this army, correct?"
The human spat on the ground, seemingly trying to ignore the strange-looking orc child behind him. "Ain't the hardest to figure out. What does it matter."
Thenaius reached into his robes and pulled out a scroll marked with his insignia. "This scroll can multiply itself at a command. It has instructions on where the camp leaders - of every race - can meet me tonight. You may come as well, I suppose - a favor for doing this for me. There is some very urgent news to discuss."
He walked off hurriedly before the human could get another word in - everyone knows that you should never let a human get in the last word.
It might just kill you.

i just made some names up for the leaders of the army. sins i dont know who they are. and sir siroff was gone somewhere els. naya and ferrissa to.
so only me and the mage are in this army. i hope that i am correct.

While the wizard was walking away kraz opened his mouth and closed it again.
He wanted to let his axe fly again but he took control of himself and thought this over. "I get to meet all the leaders, and i can join tonight"
"this could be interesting, right?" said smiles with his ugly face
"shut up" said kraz.
smiles got red from anger and picked up his sword.
Kraz turned around an punched him in the face, nocking him on the ground.
Valeu'kraz pulled smiles up with one arm "One more move like that and you die!"
Putting the ugly boy back on the ground he said "come with me"
He walked to the Orc camp.
"im not a !@$%^ runboy im one of the strongest warriors in this camp" he thought.
meeting up with the warlord and Drakra.
"warlord i have something for you" and kraz pretended he was going to hit the warlord in the face but just bevore the hit the warlords face his fist stoped and opend up and the scroll fell out.
Kraz walked away.
Then he went to the gnoll warlord called Grangul.
after that he fisited the leaders of humans(Rallick Nomand), goblins(Kargooz), Elves(Illdaris + Fuli), Taurens(Cairn), Nightelf(Suridius)
He talked with them all and got to know them more and the status of there group of the army.
They all tryed to smile at Smiles but none could.
"Now valeu'kraz could understand why he was called smiles"
He walked back to the tent of the wizard and just waited until it got night.
Smiles looked bored...

i just made some names up for the leaders of the army. sins i dont know who they are. and sir siroff was gone somewhere els. naya and ferrissa to.
so only me and the mage are in this army. i hope that i am correct.

While the wizard was walking away kraz opened his mouth and closed it again.
He wanted to let his axe fly again but he took control of himself and thought this over. "I get to meet all the leaders, and i can join tonight"
"this could be interesting, right?" said smiles with his ugly face
"shut up" said kraz.
smiles got red from anger and picked up his sword.
Kraz turned around an punched him in the face, nocking him on the ground.
Valeu'kraz pulled smiles up with one arm "One more move like that and you die!"
Putting the ugly boy back on the ground he said "come with me"
He walked to the Orc camp.
"im not a !@$%^ runboy im one of the strongest warriors in this camp" he thought.
meeting up with the warlord and Drakra.
"warlord i have something for you" and kraz pretended he was going to hit the warlord in the face but just bevore he hit the warlords face his fist stoped and opend up and the scroll fell out.
Kraz walked away.
Then he went to the gnoll warlord called Grangul.
after that he fisited the leaders of humans(Rallick Nomand), goblins(Kargooz), Elves(Illdaris + Fuli), Taurens(Cairn), Nightelf(Suridius)
He talked with them all and got to know them more and the status of there group of the army.
They all tryed to smile at Smiles but none could.
"Now valeu'kraz could understand why he was called smiles"
He walked back to the tent of the wizard and just waited until it got night.
Smiles looked bored...

Pherexio: Ok, been out for a bit, sorry 'bout that, but this job is too big for me to let slide. Anywho, update from Siroff's POV this time (as he is doing something pretty important).

"Siroff had been very lucky so far. He hadn't been discovered, and he had learned much in his time within the confines of the crypts of the Undead base. 'The crypts,' he thought, 'are much nicer than the piles, though still rotting and decrepid.' He thought back to when he had been disguised as a zombie, and shook with disgust, trying to make it look as normal as possible. 'And being allowed to think also makes the job easier.'
Several times before, he had attempted to assassinate his target, but he couldn't even get 'in the door' so-to-speak. As it turns out, onlynecromancers of very high rank are allowed into the monstrosity that is the Black Citadel, and only Tarum'Orlar, the most powerful necromancer of the legion, was allwoed to see the leader Siroff meant to kill.
He had difficulty getting to Orlar, and his sense of urgency in the situation nearly drove him to being discovered numerous times. He had discovered that a large army of undead were marching on the Citadel, bearing the black flags of war.
'Siroff, are you there?' The mental voice of Thenaius made him pale, more than he already was. Siroff kept his thoughts silent for a moment, hoping the mage would understand. When no other words came, Siroff almost sighed with relief. 'Close. Too close,' he thought 'I cannot allow this facad to fail me, and I must ensure no undead detect my efforts to conceal my magics.'
Siroff stayed inside the undead base, not knowing how he would succeed. It was then he was delivered a blessing, and yet at the same time: a curse."

Sorry for not updating much recently, but like I said, I can't let this job go; it's really important. Well, keep it up ppl!

Firessa was pleased to hear Thenaius worrying for her. She knew that he could know that she was alive without actually asking her. Telepathy means to be connected with someone and you can't possibly connect with someone dead. She smiled to herself.

'That must have been a private message... to himself.' Firessa told herself.

She was still busy trying to poke the eyes of the wailing frost wyrm. The team had done a good job until now. The tail was disabled and the neck's hyde had become very thin due to the many slashes of the bears. The wings were much more difficult to stop then and at any moment, the dragon may fly, making it a disadvantage for the whole team. But that risk was covered by the team leaders namely Firessa and Varall. Before taking flight, the dragon would most surely open its eyelids to see what it was going. Yet, something went wrong.
The huntresses succeeded in cutting one of the feet just before the dragon took flight. It didn't open its eyes. As a result, it was in danger of crashing into a tree anytime. All were shook down in this singular action, save Firessa and Varall, and by that time, which was two minutes after the initial attack, the field was soaked in black blood, blood of defilement.
Firessa resumed a part of the plan that was applying to this situation, 'If ever the dragon took flight, anyone who is on the ground must do anything to force the reinforecements away. Those with ranged attacks may attack the dragon.'
But as it turned out, nearly none had ranged weapons except the huntresses who could use their glaive as boomerangs.
Varall turned his head to Firessa as they clung to the nose of the giant beast; then he said, "I'm going to try to disable its wings. Try anything on your part but mainly try pulling it down again with your nets."
"Okay!"
Varall hoistered himself up with incredible quickness and as soon as he was up, he helped Firessa to climb. They had both just dropped on the safe back which protruded small dorsal spikes when the frost wyrm shook its head. Varall proceeded to go to the left wing of the dragon.
"I'm going to rip its neck if I can!" Firessa said.
Varall just nodded. Firessa pointed her katana upwards and used a bit more of her mana to create a special net. Golden threads erupted from the point of her katana and moved in such a way that a strong net was created out of it. Then the net folded itself around the dragon, avoiding to trap the two leaders and creating a handicap for the dragon.
Firessa hastily made her way to the neck and sat there, slipping her legs through the threads so that it held on to her firmly. She put her katana aside for a moment and took out her bow. She fired some arrows over the dragon's head, using the wind to try to get to the eye. Some of them went really near Varall who shouted each time, swearing he would make her pay if one of those struck him. She finally got a perfect aim; numerous arrows followed that aim and stuck themselves in the face of the dragon. One of the arrows seemed to have struck the dragon in the eye as it seemed to sway after the arrow struck.
The phase of her own plan was finished. She put aside her bow and took her katana again. The net underneath her was weakening, and the constant rocking of the dragon's flight didn't help at all. She netted the dragon again and this time, it slowly lowered to the ground. The action appeared unwilling. It was the net that was forcing the dragon down. Then suddenly, the movement went from a gentle landing to an abrupt fall. Varall had cut one of the wings.
The beast was downing fast. The battle was going to be over. Firessa saw the team disperse as the giant fell with growing speed. She quickly lifted her katana and stabbed the neck. The hyde resisted. She tried again, with no success. With one last upsurge of energy, she flamed her katana and stabbed a third time. Blood. Black blood erupted from the black hole the katana had pierced. Then Varall grabbed her and pulled her onto the back of the dragon again. A heartbeat later, the ground shook and a loud explosion sound was created. The dragon was finally beaten. But the mission was not over yet. They still had to disappear. Firessa and Varall hastily dismounted the fallen frost wyrm and drove the team back into the forest.

OOC: Here's for you! Marco, Tosso, you've got work. Dreadnaught too. Karazai too should be doing something. And Count too... although I already did much of it.

Tosso, just as a reference for you, here are the important characters in the army (besides your own), as well as who plays them.
Thenaius (Marco Polaris, high elven wizard)
Naya (NPC/Arching Blades, night elf huntress)
Karazai (Karazai, high elf, mystery)
Gazz Stripbolt (Dreadnought, goblin tinker)
Glakthul (NPC, dwarven governor of Raignaton)
Methias Tuskrender (NPC/Marco, elven ranger)

Thenaius looked around at the assembly gathered before him - a mottley assortment of various races, each eyeing each other with suspicion and plotting. He was never going to have their attention this way.
Thenaius mulled it over, then brought his hands swiftly together in a loud clap. Every torch around the meeting place snuffed out, leaving only darkness. With a snap (several snaps, actually, but they didn't have to know Thenaius was a poor snapper) the torches relit, seeming to cast their light upon Thenaius alone.
"I trust I have everyone's attention?" He received several agreements, and even more grumbling. "Glad to hear it. Brace yourselves, gentlemen - and others, of course - for a complication to our plan has arisen."
He got no reply from his audience - either they didn't understand, or he was a poor motivational speaker. Frowning, he continued, "Yesterday, while I was scrying-"
He was interrupted by several loud jeers from more than a few speakers, leaving the mage red-faced and angry. "For all our sakes, pay attention!" he bellowed, and brought his hands together in a thunderclap that sent gouts of flame spurting from each torch.
"As I was saying, I discovered a large force of the Scourge moving toward the undead base we are destined for." He waited for the murmurings to calm down this time - they needed to think this over. "Now, if we were heading straight for that base, we would have been caught in a vicious hammer-and-anvil tactic. As it is, by the time we reach the dwarven settlers, they will have met up with their brethren, nearly doubling their force."
"So we should fight them now!" one orc cried, raising his battleaxe in a military salute.
Thenaius nodded his agreement, but he knew they couldn't. "The problem is, the dwarves were being hard-pressed when we were still gathering strength. To delay any further could lead to their demise."
"We have to go on!" cried out Glakthul, standing up in his urgency. "We might have come to fight, but our first priority is to protect!"
The paladin Rallick quickly agreed, "Yes, to stop now would be a disservice to the responsibility we took up when we agreed to help!"
"But we can't just leave these undead dogs at our tails!" protested Drakra, waving his axe in emphasis.
"Indeed we can't. That is why I've assigned the elven ranger Methias Tuskrender with the task of harassing the undead forces and keep them from reaching the base while we're rescuing the dwarves. He will go out tonight, selecting recruits to join him on this guerilla mission." Thenaius held up his hand. "Yes, I am aware that there might be many protests about having another elf in charge of our defense, but let's not think like that. Instead, think of the glory left to those who join him in a mission of great risks and danger!"
Thenaius gave the crowd one last look. "It is your final choice if any of your soldiers may go with Methias. But remember, we wouldn't want anyone saying you didn't contribute, would we?"
And with those finals words, Thenaius walked off - there was much planning to do for tomorrow. Sleep could wait a week or two.

Pherexio: Alright, right down to business. There are three things I'm going to accomplish in this post, and then that'll be the last you hear of me (or is it 'us' I wonder..).
First off I'd like you all to know, that I will no longer be posting on these forums any longer. Yes yes, I realize that it's rather sudden, but such is my life. Do what you will with my characters, Kar, Köl, Siroff, and Tir. Kill them somehow, have them vanish, have them continue to adventure with you, I care not. One thing to keep in mind, I do still own them, and that I may at any time revoke them from you if I see they are being.... mistreated.
Secondly I would like you to know why.
And lastly, to clarify. All of this RP situation (not the story; see the hyperlinks) came about at the absolute MOST innopportune time. An uncontrollable slew of horrific and traumetising events occured just recently in my life, and it set back a certain experiment I had been conducting. This setback made for the most despicable ill results, when Dreadnaught failed to uphold his duty in the matter. Basically, I had been seeing what effects not telling an alternate personality that he was such an existence. The subject in this was my newest entity: Karazai. I have named all of my personalities after characters in my books that they closely resembled. I, Pherexio, am the leader, and in more ways than one, their father. My case is much different than most other cases of MPD (in fact, it seems to be singular in its uniqueness). I am able to commmunicate with each of my personalities at any time I please. Dreadnaught first appeared a few years ago, for reasons I will not disclose. Shortly afterwards, his opposite, Defiler, came to my attention. Several others followed. All in all there are about 15 of us. But, back to the point. Karazai had been under the illusion that he was the beginning, the central person in a sea of personalities, for about three months until I noticed him. It gave me an idea. I folllowed through with this plan, and it produced remarkable results until the priorly mentioned events. It was then that I was forced to tell Karazai of his existence. It took me three days to get him back under control, and with what he did, it was hard to get the police off my back since I am not actually diagnosed with MPD (it is my secret, that I share only with those who will never find me). I eventually got the carges down enough, and Karazai apologized. I thank you for your cooperation (though unwittingly so) in my experiment. I wish you all pleasant days; it has been a pleasure to write with you. Also, by request, I am going to allow Kar to put up his goodbyes with the best (albiet anonymous) friends he knew outside of this hole-in-the-wall of a town.

Kar: Well, I guess he's said pretty much all of it... It was fun guys, what more can I say. I wish I could keep on writing with ya, but you get the picture. Thanks. I'll see ya around maybe, somewhere else...


Pherexio: I thank you all again, mayhap you'll find me in some of my other interests... but I guess you'll only see me there if you really wanna find out. I'll leave my email open on this site for a while, but after that, I'm taking it down from here. Later all, keep up the good stuff.

I did not get it at all. So you are multi-personalized, and all your "friends" that were posting under Karazai's account were actually the same person? Yes, that is what I understood from that.

Me too. I didn't get that well. And for a moment, I even imagined Pherexio was some kind of doctor, creating lives here and there...
What is true? Please, Pherexio, could you explain?
But it pains me not to have any of you posting here anymore.

hmm.... little crowded in there :D no offence just a joke.
i had the same thing. but only 2 guys. me(chris) and chris(yes i wasnt original)
due beeing teased and hit to shit by my adopted brother, i had no confidence.
soon i had no friends(while im not a social retard)
i had spend most of my time making up characters and selfimages.
in fact my value'kraz(i call him Chris) was one of them. (only then just strong and silence and always there to help me)
i had seen 4 theapist/shrinks(im not enlish so i dont know the english name for that job)
They all said that i couldnt be cured bla bla bla. (they didnt know anything about me sins i wouldnt talk to them. i was crazy not stupid)
I had a imaginary friend wich i became sometimes weirdly enoug.
this is proved in that i kicked my bothers ass in frenzy fight(he is 2 heads bigger). funny thing i cant fight but chris can.

but then o changed schools, got friends and my fantasy time diminished
soon after chris was gone.
dunno why im telling you this.

oww... and an other thing you shouldnt quit warcraft when you still like to play it. hmmm pointless. he wont be checking here soon.

Hmmm . . . either he enjoys elaborate fantasies about his life . . . or he was more serious about the multiple personalities than I thought.

In any event, you (all) will be missed on this thread, guys - or guy, I'm really not sure.

guys, i think

The undead reinforcements came fast, and in large numbers. While they had been few before the frost wyrm's death, now they had been woken up and were flooding the fields. Firessa and her group were escaping through the woods. It was night, a half-moon night. ‘Well! That's half a chance we escape. That's what Elune destines us to have.' She hurried to the side of Varall, “What shall you do? You can't vanish very easily. In fact, none of those who are not night-elves will be easy to hide.�

“I shall use something. Though I deeply despise magic,� he extracted a scroll from his belt, “I guess I shall have to use this scroll of Thenaius gave me. This is for mass teleport but he told me that it could transport only about fifteen. Some of us won't be able to make the trip.�

“Then you can send the human and orcs away. We, night elves, will be alright.�

“And I'm the odd one out then. There's sixteen of us, humans and orcs.�

“I guess I shouldn't have much problem with you as I would have with the others. They don't like me.�

Firessa went off to other team members to inform them of the oncoming escape…

OOC: In any case, from now on, I'll control Kar or Siroff. I'm slowly getting bored so how about a plan like this.

After the wiping off of the undead here, we go on and hunt down Tir and then we hunt down Therranor. But the latter will prove to be more difficult it seems...

Actually, I was thinking it would be cool if Therranor, in his mortal guise, was forced to travel with us for a time. It would even give Lord more chance for interaction.
And I was kind of hoping for Siroff, though I'll take Gazz if I have to.
But anyway:

All in all, Methias selected around sixty "men" to accompany him. Firessa had already chosen the best of the hunters and trackers, but the ranger seemed to have a knack for finding people within the ranks of regular foot-soldiers that had some foresting skills. These he selected and outfited with the best available outdoors gear. Fortunately for Thenaius, Naya and her huntresses were deemed able enough to stay back. One less migraine tomorrow.
They left the next morning, breaking away from the main army and heading into the cover of a forest grove. Thenaius silently wished them luck, then continued on towards the dwarven settlements.

An eerie silence pervaded the abandoned mining town, and not a soul was to be seen within the empty walls. Occasionally, a foul wind would pick up in an violent howl, evoking a sense of dread from those who heard it.
Thenaius looked to Glakthul in deep concern. "Were we too late?"
The dwarf frowned deeply, but his expression picked up as they passed the abandoned blacksmith's. Cautiously, he moved over to the oddly-placed assortment of weapons, searching through them like a casual buyer.
Turning back to Thenaius, Glakthul exclaimed, "No, not yet, lad! The layout of these weapons tells it all - an old trick we used back in the Second WAr during invasions. It says they've all pulled back to the other settlement for mutual defense!"
The wizard let out a deep sigh of relief he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Well, what are we waiting for! Tell the men to saddle up, we've got some dwarves to save!"

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"Shhhh."
Placing his hand over the sentinel's mouth, Methias froze, straining to catch the hint of a sound, the flash of movement . . . there. A flock of a dozen gargoyles, roosting in the trees above them.
Carefully, he removed his hand from Naya's mouth, pointing upward. Her eyes widened when she saw their quarry, but she made no other motion - good. Getting them down would be tricky.
Naya put her fingers to her lips, and blew the signal for the others soldiers to hear the news, "*converge on our point quietly - we track gargoyles*"
He could hear the rustling as the others moved; quiet to most, but the ranger couldn't understand why they didn't hear how much noise they were making. Reaching into her backpack, Naya pulled out an odd looking pouch.
Nodding his agreement, Methias took the pouch and began slowly, quietly climbing the tree. Below, he heard the soft wuff as the other began lighting their arrows. Around him, some of the beasts stirred, but thankfully none awoke.
He climbed past the gargoyles, even higher, to the tallest point on the tree. This would be tricky.
Giving the pouch a few practice tosses into the air, Methias suddenly catapults it into the branches below him.
A loud popping sound is heard, and the gargoyles awake - to find themselves trapped, glued to the branches by some strange, sticky substance.
Their caterwauling is all the signal his skirmishers need. The whistling of the arrows is the only warning the gargoyles have before the glue suddenly alights with the arrows' fire. Some beat their wings frantically, trying to escape, while others reflexively turn to stone - and crash painfully onto the ground thirty feet below.
One gargoyle manages to escape - but a stream of arrows from Methias and Naya puts it down. Now the tree is ablaze with fire, and topples, bringing with it Methias and the gargoyles.
Methias lands in a carefully timed roll as his allies move in to finish of the gargoyles and disperse the flames - they didn't need this whole grove going up in flames. Naya was waiting for him, a grin splitting her normally-serious face.
"No time for talk - we must leave before their master comes looking for them." With that, Methias and his band of skirmishers disappear into the wild, back the secret campgrounds they had built.

OOC: It's okay, Marco. I'll just take Kar then. And Count's still busy?

Firessa and her huntresses stood guard while the orcs and humans, together with the druids, were beginning the chanting. They had come back to the wide, hilly clearing. Varall joined Firessa on the edges of the clearing. He was going to stay and ensure the safe retreat of the night-elves who were staying.
The chanting ended and ZAP! They disappeared from view. Firessa could hear the undead very close and Varall waited for her to give her orders. He seemed to have more faith in the natural stealthy abilities of the night-elves than his own.
“Okay, Varall, you come with me. You, huntresses, find a good spot where you won't be tampered on when the undead comes.�
“Where is that they don't stampede?� said one of her huntresses mockingly.
Firessa smiled but quickly retook her stern look, “There's no time for jokes.�
“That was a nice comment in any case,� commented Varall.
Firessa went away towards the tree she had been sleeping in about 36 hours earlier. Varall followed her. She climbed up the tree like a monkey and formed a net. She then did a special work with it so that from below, it seemed as if it were just a branch full of leaves. But gargoyles could also be passing this way and Firessa had prepared herself for this. She told Varall to get into the net. Then she undid her cloak knot and covered the two of them. They would wait until the undead stopped searching.

Kar had a boring travel. Although she had some of her kin with her during the travel to the dwarven city, she had not been talkative. Instead, she had retracted even more into her grief. She still hadn't gotten over the death of Kol with whom she had traveled for a long time in her short life. It seemed unfair to her that he had sacrificed himself for her. She had promised, not only once but many times, that she would repay him for all the protection he was assuring for her but now, it all seemed impossible and yet, she knew what she could do. She had to kill Tir for vengeance.
But for the moment, she had to concentrate on the present issue. Thenaius and she barely had time to talk during this travel of three days. They were already in the dwarven city and Thenaius seemed to be arranging something with his friend, Glakthul. She had more or less had the role of a soldier of low rank in this army and she had hated that. She sensed Methias wanted to pick her along for his quest but hadn't dared to. She knew also what the problem was. It was of course the grief that overwhelmed her from time to time and absorbed her into a deep thinking, almost a day-dreaming. She wanted to be more part of the leadership of the army because she was sure she would have been able to help Thenaius.
Kar was currently watching the undead movements. She had just arrived to the top of a watch tower. The undead were not stagnant naturally. They were in movement, as if searching for something. From then on, she knew Firessa had succeeded in her duty. It was their turn to prove that they had skills but not only theirs. She knew Siroff would take the chance of the confusion in the undead base for killing the leader.
Kar chased after Thenaius as he was going away towards a cluster of leaders. She had to inform him of the success of Firessa. And she was sure she had to. Thenaius had given no sign of knowledge about it.

OOC: Sorry for the vagueness of Kar's situation. It's just that I needed to update her. Siroff's for you, Marco. Anyone wants a goblin tinker? Or Tir for a matter of fact. I think that Tir should, however, go NPC but someone must update his situation from time to time…