Saturday, February 11, 2012
Princess Diaries: Grave Goblin Lore
That's when I heard that old Gundersnack was going to be in town. Gundersnack runs the Orphaned Goblin Relocation Experiment (O.G.R.E.) and I've adopted 3 Goblins from him over the years.
I set an appointment to meet with him straight away, and soon thereafter had set my gaze upon a horde of the little buggers. One by one I met them, picked them up, turned them roundabout but one yellowing Grave Goblin caught my heart (which is really the best way to see things).
Well, I adopted him for my growing horde, and we went out to dinner straight away. After all, travel-food isn't usually the best. What is your name, my new goblin friend? I thought as we rode along in our carriage. As with all things of this nature, I know when I've got it because the thought t-bones sideways into my mind. For now, he wasn't answering.
We sipped savory mandarin drinks and broke seasoned bread, swirling them in oil. A fire burned in the pit before us, where I'm sure they sometimes roasted beast. Soon enough the entrees came and that was when he first spoke eyeing a bowl of noodles with his one eye: Oh, I LOVE eggs! He said. And rubbery noodles are delicious. Grave Goblins are like the undead, so half-cooked things are best. Naturally I shared the meal with him - even though his name remained a mystery.
Back at the Castle, I introduced him to the rest of the Horde: Grubs (Nose Goblin), Gumbo (Mud Goblin) and Grimble (Oak Goblin). My pottish little kitty, Samhain, nestled down in their circle and tucked them in for the evening.
During a conversation with a friend the next morning, I was explaining the name dilemma...saying that I couldn't quite make out his garbled words. Gormen? Grimsly? Gummer?
Gristle! He exclaimed. I am Gristle the Grimbringer - and I love chewy noodles, dusty food and rotted meat!
So there it was: Gristle. What with four goblins around the castle now, I expect there to be some crazy adventures in the near future!