Borban Bagglecogs, the Butcher
From Istaria Lexica
| Quest type: | Lore |
| From NPC(s): | Gnomian Ghost |
| Locations: | New Brommel |
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Quest text[edit]
Gnomian tells you, Dragons always seem to think it's funny to toy with gnomes. Big, strong, fierce beasts like them tend to have an ego; nothing is bigger than a dragon! How poetic, and dark it is for them to treat one of the smallest of all the races like a joke. Gnomes, always the sweetest treat to a dragon, at least, that is what they giggle and cackle about.
Gnomian tells you, Perhaps it is not true, but even so it is a daunting thought that maybe not all gnomes know is just a joke. Gnomes already see dragons as large beings, it wouldn't be far fetched for a dragon to eat them.
Gnomian tells you, That happened to be the fate of three young hatchlings on the darkest night of the moon's cycle. They wandered far from home, far past their curfew their mother so sternly put into place to keep them safe. They found themselves soon following the smell of fresh meat, something strange for them as they had been working their way through the outer hills and mountains of old Rachival. They followed their nose and what they found was indeed meat hung over a rack, and a shabby structure seemingly built by a crazy man with metal shingles and walls looking like they had been snatched right off Gnomian technology in New Rachival. Above the door hung a slanted sign with the name, 'Borban Bagglecogs.'
Gnomian tells you, Their little stomachs growled, but soon came surprise as they approached the building and the dripping meat. A small man waddled out of the parted door, a Gnome! He held a bloody butcher's axe, and his own small, stubby fingers coated in the dried copper smelling liquid. He certainly did not like the look of the three hatchlings; they were approaching his future meal and he felt threatened by their existence. His whole reason for being out there, in the middle of nowhere was to keep away from people anyhow, how could they have found him?
Gnomian tells you, Upon seeing the gnome, with his goofy long mustache and strange glasses the three hatchlings began to snicker. Oh, just a lonely little Gnome. The blood on his hands would've been scarier if he was much larger and radiating fierceness, but alas he did not. Not to them. Seeing the opportunity as children would they lightened the situation.
Gnomian tells you, "Perhaps it wasn't the gruok ribs we smelled that was so delicious!"
"I think we found ourselves a little snack!"
"Hey, I think he escaped my food pile!"
Gnomian tells you, They laughed and cackled, thinking they were all safe. What they didn't know was there was a reason this Gnome was nowhere near his racial home... he was nuts! Absolutely bonkers, banished because they did not want him near others. A man fascinated with flesh and bone, instead of the usual ticking clocks and gadgets galore.
Gnomian tells you, With beady, wide, straining eyes he gripped his axe tighter and approached the giggling three, and brought it down with a mighty force before they could even gather themselves. Loud squeals and cries echoed through the night sky, carrying far and spreading the agony the naïve hatchlings felt. Bones cracked, flesh ripped and the Gnomish man did nothing but smile.
Gnomian tells you, That night, the gruok meat was replaced by larger, fresher slabs held over the rack. Everything grew quiet again and he was able to turn them into his own meals, instead of the usual jokes of vice versa.
Gnomian tells you, No one has been able to find the crazy man since. There is no remanence of his rickety home, no signs of blood. Some say the mother came for justice, and now if you're around, you can hear their loud screeches of horror and the chaotic laughter of the long-gone butcher. His spirit may live on... planning to torment any future dragons who dare tread around his hermit territory, who dare laugh at his size.
Gnomian tells you, This should be a lesson for any young dragon. Never laugh at a Gnome, never treat them like lunch. You never know who is broken enough to do something about it.
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- Listen to the Gnome's chilling tale...
