Wealth Mountain is an ancient structure in the far away, uninhabitable northeast. It's taller than any other peak, protected by an unfathomable monster, and apparently filled to the brim with precious goldatinum metal.
Four goblins, all of which ha...
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In stark contrast to the cramped prison cart which brought the crew into Falberin, the gang left the city in style, riding as passengers of a cozy longwagon prepared by some of the queen's servants. This stylish vehicle was 120 feet long, with an interior covered in silk fabrics even smoother than 27's attire. Although it was camelmule-drawn, the front of the longwagon had been adored with an assortment of flowers, which both visually blocked the passengers from seeing the camelmules, as well as fragrantly covered up any smell that might be coming off the animals.
Along the roof of the longwagon sat twelve elven guards: six non-magical warriors sporting weaponry and armor, and six robe-wearing elves with their innate magic at-the-ready to protect the goblin king inside. As the dozen guards mumbled to each other in Elvish, Colb toyed with the glowing Yiklar Amulet of Open Ears around his neck, pleased to see none of the elves assigned to this longwagon had the ability to block magic.
As the long vehicle traveled out of Falberin and towards Reli, the team was treated to a fine meal of elvish delicacies. They enjoyed bisonquail steaks, lettuceshrimp salads, and brassleaf tea with rabbitbee honey and cowmammoth milk mixed into it.
After eating, Stibs and 27 took the remainder of the trip as an opportunity to get some rest. Drek, Colb, and Kashmir sat awake a bit longer, however, surveying the brass-tinted leafy shrubs of the Elvish Kingdom passing by.
As Drek polished his crown against a silk pillow, he looked at Kashmir and tilted his head. "Rrghegh... what is Quilliva?" he asked after a moment.
Kashmir looked up from a window. Colb's ears perked up, and he scootched himself closer to the two, ready to translate her Elvish responses for his friend. "Queen elf-lady called you Quilliva, but you called yourself Kashmir," Drek clarified.
"I am Quilliva Kashmir. That means Kashmir is my name, and Quilliva is my family name," Kashmir responded.
"Rrghegh, goblins don't have family name," Drek replied after listening to Colb's translation.
"Hmmm, I'm just Colb, yes?" Colb added. "I have sister, but she is just Vrel. Our bond is just called sister and brother, yes?"
"As a name, Quilliva represents my family in Tarso," Kashmir explained. "Along with myself, it refers to my older sister Quilliva Vekoona, my mother Quilliva Feshminnah, and my father Quilliva Marinoe. We're bound by the name Quilliva, because anything that one Quilliva does will reflect upon all four of us."
"Hmmm, what are they like?" Colb asked.
"Kind of like me, I suppose," Kashmir responded. "My father was brave and decisive. He was working as a guard in Tarso when he met my mother. She fell into a sacred lake south of our town, and didn't know how to swim. He was nearby, pulled her out, and the rest was history."
"Hmmm, but the water would've frozen when your parents touched it, yes?" Colb asked.
"No," Kashmir replied. "My father never had any innate magic. My mother does have power over cold, but not enough to freeze something. She passed her ability down to Vekoona and myself, but I'm the only one that destroys everything I touch. Feshminnah and Vekoona both just make things a little colder."
