RP:Ogre meet Goblin, Goblin, Ogre.

Gorkall wondered down the side of the bridge near Cenril. The Ogre growing rather sick of the stares he was getting. The smell didn't bother the behemoth much as he walked through the dark underpass. As he readied to take a rest before continuing to Gamorg he caught wift of something familiar. A goblin. Gorkall face curled a bit at the smell and turned to look around for a little bug-eyed green skin. It only took a few moment before he found Grimrat sitting with a small rodent. The Ogre called over to the goblin. "A goblin out side of the city, Hmm? What's your story boy. No owner? Or perhaps you were taken by ootsidahs."

Grimrat sat with knobbled knees rested against a bony chin, elongated arms cradled elongated legs to an emaciated torso, his back toward the winding path that led its way to his quiet repose. The only garment to cover that pallid green leathery hide was a pair of ripped and ragged pants, both legs torn off above the thigh, which resembled a loin cloth rather than the pants they once were. The goblin was perched in the centre of what appeared to be a nest of sorts, a mound of rubbish and debris piled together to form a makeshift bed that sat upon the bank of the lethargic, filth filled river. He let the rat run free from his large hands as he turned to flash a sneer at the ogre, "I aint owned by nobody, an' I 'ate the city, what's it to you ye big bastard."

Gorkall snarled at the Goblin as he approached the foul mouthed little creature. The eight foot giant glared down to the goblin. Gorkall was used to the slaves of Gamorg and hearing a runt speak in such a way brought his mind to a near rage. "Watch who your speaking too, Runt. Else this bastard is going to crack your skull and slurp those little brains of yours." Gorkall watched the rat flee but paid it little mind as he turned his dull-gray gaze back to Grimrat. "What are you doing, staying here in a slum like this? Gamorg has better shelter than this even for the slaves. You hate the city yet you live right below one? One of humans above all else? Ugh. Your a dirty little weird one. I think I should chain you and bring you back to Gamorg." Gorkall laughed at this last bit, Joking with the goblin. He wasn't like most other Ogres and has little ill intent towards the smaller green-skin.

Grimrat flinched and skittered in his simian like scuttle away from the rubbish pile he'd erected as his dwelling, further back into the darkness provided by the overpass. Here he steadied himself, and snarled again, he wasn't about to be taken by this ugly brute, "Might'nt be bad fer you ye, bloody Ogre, but what's there fer the Goblins?" His voice was high pitched and chittery, "I like it 'ere away from everyone, an' there's kidd'ns 'erer, good eatin' if'n ye can lure 'em away from the other 'umans." He grinned, a morbid affair that again flashed his sharp teeth.

Gorkall flashed a smile now at Grimrat. He liked the feisty attitude of this goblin. He moved closer to the goblins hiding place. "There is plenty for the goblins there. At least, There will be once I become the King." Gorkall reached into his large satchel and dug around for a few minutes finally jerking something out that sent a loud snapping sound crackling. He pulled out a fresh human leg from his bag with blood still dripping from the wound. He tossed it over to Grimrat. "The green-skins of Hollow have been hated on for far too long, and it is time we made ourselves respected in this land. I plan to change everything once I become King of Gamorg. While I am not willing to abolish our slavery rights, which does indeed include plenty of your kind. I am to make sure that those not owned have equal rights." The Ogre looks around with an intent gaze and chuckles at the filth Grimrat had constructed. "If you ever wish to live in a better populous amongst your own. I can take you there. I will allow you to stay in my hut until I can pass it down to you when I take King Gruz' old dwelling. Think on it gobby. Think on it." The Ogre stood awaiting a response from the scrawny little goblin as the human remains offering sat creating a pool of crimson liquid before the duo.

Grimrat greedily rushed the leg and snatched it up, then with that same simian like movment rushed back to the sanctuary of the darkness, "All that politickin' means naught to me Ogre, you kill 'im and then you get killed by another one," The goblin took a ravenous bite from the decaying limb, tearing rancid flesh from the bone with his sharp teeth, and swallowed. "But if'n you gonna kill 'em 'umans, I'll be there when the killin' starts."

Gorkall grins at Grimrat and nods to the goblin. "The killing will be to all who defy us our rightful place in the realm. Including... Filthy Humans. I will return to this hovel you call a home Goblin. The name is Gorkall... Be aware of it." The Ogre then turned and left the goblin to do his own bidding. A wicked grin plagued his face as he ascended back into the streets of Cenril heading towards the ocean to set sail to Gamorg. Gorkall wondered how long it would take for Grimrat to be found and killed by the cenril guard... perhaps he should leave Og with the goblin for good measure? Eh. With the mouth on that one he would lose his head in a week.