Lords of Creation - What Shall Be (IC)

[Draken]

Between the Green Lands and Grindforge.

Nicabod, the platinum gnome, scratched his chin at the goblin gibberish, trying to make sense of it.

"Screw it. I will use the thing on myself."

Nicabod said the command word, and cast the spell on himself, so that, if he wouldn't be capable of understanding, at least the goblins would.

<"Hail and well met! We need to cross this passage to reach our city, and would like if you allowed us through."

"We also have no clue what you were saying. Perhaps the universal translator needs tuning! Hoho!">

But mind you, Nicabod was no fool, and even as he spoke to the goblins, two knights, with their dark adamantine skin, came to the front to protect his flanks, and armored ones who could pass off for humans due to their size also came to the front.