CHAPTER 20: THE MAGNIFICENT LORD OF INSANITY (ITELLIER AND GRIDE)

THE NIGHT OF NIGHTMARES, UPTOWN, NEXERIA

Itellier and Gride of the Dusk Clave enter their favorite bar: The Night of Nightmares. They only have plans to cause a revelry in the dark here tonight.

“DRINKS FOR EVERYONE ON MY TAB!” Itellier screams while pouring spirits down his throat.

“Man, you’re really gunning for this Circle or Saurcle people killing you, aren’t ya?” Gride says, opening his next can of goblin ale.

Itellier sits down in his seat in front of his fine goblin friend.

“Bah, let them come! After the mine and our total fiasco; I’m feeling unstoppable.” He finishes his drink, then smashes the bottle against his forehead.

“See! HAHA! Let them try to stop me, the magnificent LORD Itellier.”

“HAHAHA, unstoppable maybe, magnificent is pushing it.” Gride laughs with his friend.

“But seriously, this Circle business could be dangerous; as much as I hate to admit it, Valien made a lot of good points. They have attacked too many places precious to this city!” Gride spoke, tightening his grip on the can.

“I didn’t know you actually had compassion under all that sass Gride. You might need to switch up the spirits you're drinking.” Itellier laughs.

“I’m a goblin of many layers, and one of them is not wanting to see the place I live attacked. I’m not alone in that too; so I must protect everyone here in all of Nexeria.” Gride replies; downing more of the ale.

“That’s why I like you Gride, you like what you like, and you’ll fight for it. Getting the Circle out of their comfort zone is the beginning of the plan. Though, our whole mess up calling it the Saurcle might hinder our plans; but at least it caused the stir we wanted it to do.” Itellier says, looking around at all the patrons getting drunk or panicking from the announcement that was a while ago.

“Yeah, that was my bad; this freaking basic language is confusing with its letters. The Goblin language has like 7 letters total and is a lot of screeching.” Gride says, drinking more while watching the chaos happening around them.

“So, eegaaeegaaneeka… errr slipped into goblinese, I meant what do we do now? My all mighty, LORD.” Gride says, continuing to drink.”

“Ahh, the goblinese screeches; I don’t miss those. The current plan is get drunk and let them make the next move. We don’t have much to go on right now, but give it some time and I’m sure either my teammates or yours will figure out something.” Itellier takes another drink.

“Sounds good to me, Neekaneeka...err the spirits are hitting me already, but cheers to that, my friend!” Gride says, lifting his drink to Itellier.

“Cheers! My friend, to all the insanity that is coming our way.” Itellier says, clanging his drink to Gride’s.