Category Archives: Pickclaw Clan

Upheaval in Runnyeye


The upheaval in Runnyeye Citadel has caused a great deal of panic amongst the citizens of Rivervale.

Clan Pickclaw battled its way through the dwellings defeating the inhabitants, the evil eyes and goblin slaves of Xorbb.

Lord Pickclaw personally executed the Goblin King and his minions, and integrated the remaining Runnyeye goblins into his clan.

While most were slain in battle, including Borxx, the remaining evil eyes fell back to the Gorge of King Xorbb.

After the battle was won, Lord Pickclaw struck a deal with a strange subterranean race of fungal beings called the Sporali.

The Sporali would do mining work for the goblins, and in return, the goblins wouldn’t wipe them out.

Apparently, Lord Pickclaw and his followers had been hidden away for several years building up forces.

The Hobie Mullins Tragedy

Helping to fight against the plague in the Karanas, our bakers rush to find new recipes each day.

One of our key reporters was met with an untimely death while trying to spread the news of the new recipes.

Hobie Mullins deemed himself an ambassador of baking.

While trying to improve the quality of life amongst the ogres and trolls of the swampy lands of Innothule, Hobie was eaten by a ferocious ogre reporter of Da Swamp News after he gave the beast the recipe for Muskie marinade and some journalistic advice.

In memory of Hobie, we have included the recipe that he was trying to share with the world.

Ingredients: Rathe Muskie, Vinegar, Spices, Snake Egg Oil, Fish Wine
Create the marinade by mixing the liquid ingredients.
Allow the Muskie to marinade for several hours.
Add spices and cook until skin is golden brown and meat appears lightly translucent.

Hobie Mullins
We will miss you

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Highpass


You say, ‘who is carson mccabe’

Tarn Visilin says ‘Carson McCabe is the ruler of Highpass Hold. It was his father, Sean McCabe, who established this great community.’

You say, ‘where is carson mccabe’

Tarn Visilin says ‘Carson McCabe resides in the royal chambers of Highkeep. If you wish to meet with him, do so when he is on the lower levels of the keep. He does not like visitors in the upper levels.’

You say, ‘who is lady mccabe’

Tarn Visilin says ‘A stunning lady if I ever saw one. There is truly a rose missing from the gardens of Erudin. Just look, but do not touch. She is the spouse of Carson McCabe himself. How even he won the heart of a lady as beautiful as that is an amazement to us all.’

You say, ‘where is lady mccabe’

Tarn Visilin says ‘I would assume that she would be in the royal chambers in the highest levels of Highkeep.’

You say, ‘Hail, Captain Bosec’

Captain Bosec says ‘I’m Captain Bosec, and I am the officer in charge down here. It’s my job to patrol the prison and try to keep any [goblins] from getting into Highpass.’

You say, ‘what goblins’

Captain Bosec says ‘Help us exterminate these vile creatures. They call themselves the [Pickclaw] Clan.. I call them annoying. I will gladly pay big money for the left ear of every goblin slain.’

You say, ‘what pickclaw’

Captain Bosec says ‘A couple of months ago, Carson decided to add some more floors beneath the keep. During the construction, we came across these tunnels.. and these goblins. Work has been temporarily halted until we can completely clear out this Pickclaw infestation.’

You say, ‘who is carson mccabe’

Captain Bosec says ‘Carson runs this place. I wouldn’t cross him; he seems like a pretty ruthless guy. I hear he’s got connections all over Antonica!’

You say, ‘what is highkeep’

Captain Bosec says ‘The keep is in the center of Highpass Hold. The keep was made in a natural cave and then expanded over the past few years. I hear they are currently adding some new floors beneath it.’

You say, ‘what is highpass’

Captain Bosec says ‘Highpass Hold is run by [Carson McCabe], who lives in the keep. It’s a rough place here, but you can easily make a quick buck.’

You say, ‘Hail, Princess Lenia’

Princess Lenia says ‘Hello, kind sir! Please rescue me. I am a princess and can give you a generous reward. First, talk with a high elf named Tearon. He should have something for you that will help me to escape.’

You say, ‘Who is mistress anna’

a guard says ‘Mistress! Aptly named, that one. You are speaking of the Highpass hussy. That is what everyone calls her, at least behind her back, that is. Just as Highpass, she is beautiful and frequently traveled. I have heard rumors that Carson has been seeing her, but how can that be true? He has Lady McCabe. What else does he need?’

You say, ‘what highpass hussy’

a guard says ‘Looking for a good time, are we? You’d best leave that wench alone. Mistress Anna is said to be the sole property of Carson McCabe now.’

You say, ‘who is carson mccabe’

Mistress Anna says ‘Who is Carson?! He is the great ruler of Highhold. It was his father who first built the community of Highhold, but it was Carson who made it what it is today. He is the smartest and most handsome gentleman you could meet and he is my lover. So keep your eyes focused on my eyes when speaking or I shall have you sent to the dungeons!’

You say, ‘who is lady mccabe’

Mistress Anna says ‘Never mention that name in front of me!! Carson McCabe would be mine if it were not for that witch! She is not even from Antonica! She is an Erudite! No doubt Carson must have gotten sloshed one night and wed her by mistake. Carson assures me that he shall be rid of her as soon as his clerks can make the proper documents of separation.’

You say, ‘who is princess lenya’

Mistress Anna says ‘What do you know of the Princess? Are you [working for Lady McCabe] or were you [sent by someone else]?’

You say, ‘i am working for lady mccabe’

Mistress Anna says ‘Then may I suggest you pick the closest window and jump out?!!’

You say, ‘i was sent by someone else’

Mistress Anna says ‘I see. The Princess was being held by Lady McCabe. The one who would know of her whereabouts is a dark elf named Tyrana, but I doubt she will tell you. You will have to beat it out of her and then find a shackle key for little miss ‘princess.’ I regularly meet with Marlin, the locksmith, at night in room six at Rooster’s in Highpass. Do me a favor and kill the disgusting creep. You will find the shackle key you need on him. Now, get out of here!’

You say, ‘what highpass hussy’

Mistress Anna says ‘What!! You dare to use that title upon me?! I shall see you dead by my own hands!!’

You say, ‘Hail, Tearon Bleanix’

Tearon Bleanix says ‘Beware!!.. Beware, the Teir’Dal walk the halls of Highkeep!!’

You say, ‘who is princess lenya’

Tearon Bleanix says ‘The Princess Lenya Thex is the daughter of His Royal Majesty, King Tearis Thex of Felwithe. She was on her way to Qeynos when we believe she was kidnapped by Carson McCabe, the governor of this vile city. I await the paladin from Felwithe.’

You say, ‘Hail, Carson McCabe’

Carson McCabe says ‘Good to meet you, Xiea! I hope you are enjoying your time in High Hold. We have the finest food and entertainment around. All I ask is that you do not spend your time on the top floor of Highkeep. Those are my personal living quarters. Other than that, SPEND AND INDULGE!!’

Sionachie Heartsinger


Source: http://web.archive.org/web/20001017210509/everquest.station.sony.com/hht/h_hc_sionachie.shtml

The words spoken by Tunare were still fresh in Firiona’s mind: “Seek them out, My Child, and restore them as you have been restored. First, find your chronicler. Remember the child who sought you first? Seek that one. She needs you and will be of great importance to you in the days to come. She still sings the history of the elves. Find her in the trees…” Immediately following the ritual and her meeting with Tunare herself, Firiona set out to find the one that the Mother called the ‘chronicler’.

Wandering toward the massive tree-city of Kelethin, Firiona noticed a crowd of people surrounding a woman holding a mandolin and spinning tales. Curious, she walked up to the crowd to watch the troubadour perform. The woman strummed a few notes on her mandolin and then put it away. Settling herself comfortably, she began to tell a tale of blood and honor.

“Tunare, Mother of All, bids us maintain Balance in the world. Good cannot exist without Evil, nor can Death exist without Life. Tunare’s Children are many. She cares for all, even though she may not have created their ancestors, and she loves even the worst, the most evil, of them.” Looking out over the crowd gathered before her, she continued. “Tunare watched as the balance of Good and Evil was upset and knew that to sustain her Children, Balance had to be restored. Innoruuk, Prince of Hate, strove to tip the balance toward his own favor. His interests are not to preserve Norrath, but to serve himself.

“Innoruuk, in order to promote his own cause, spawned an evil creature on the land, who came to be known as Lanys T’Vyl, Child of Hate.” The singer’s voice resonated with the power of her words. “She grew in strength and hatred, rallying the dark elven-kind to her banner.”

Lowering her voice to a near whisper, she said, “Lanys and her mentor-guard, Laarthik K’Shin, heard rumors of the discovery of a strange metallic ore in the shape of a sphere, which gave off a mysterious blue glow. Innoruuk’s fervent whispers guided them to take possession of it. This metal orb was a catalyst; though none knew at the time what terrible purpose it would serve. Laarthik kept it hidden away, sensing that it would be of critical value in his future.

“The sphere had been uncovered by Pickclaw goblins, and where one is found, others are assumed to exist as well. The greed of Innoruuk drove Lanys and Laarthik to control the powers of this new element. Over many weeks, Lanys and the Teir’Dal forces grew in strength. Rumors flew, as on the wings of birds, that spoke of an invasion of Highkeep itself!”

The woman stood suddenly, and Firiona recognized her immediately as the bard Sionachie, whom she sought. Eyes wide, Sionachie continued, “a mysterious silver-haired beauty appeared in Kelethin one fine day, on her own quest for information. She listened to ancient rhymes and tales and took a mystical creature for her familiar. Some say Firiona Vie, the shining paladin of Tunare, is goddess-born, and others that she is a royal child, taken from her dead mother’s arms in the still of the night.

“Firiona Vie, the beautiful Firiona Vie…” Sionachie hesitated momentarily, a puzzled look on her face, as if she were trying to remember something important, but it lay just out of her mind’s reach. Regaining her composure, she continued her tale. “A royal spirit, Queen of Felwithe, appeared at a banquet in Highkeep to announce the arrival of its Child, the one who would save Felwithe and aid in Tunare’s crusade to restore Balance to Norrath. The King cried out in his concern for this child, whom he’d tried to destroy in his ignorance.

“Galeth Veredeth, ancient Paladin of Tunare and former advisor to the king, having been but recently restored to his own place in the kingdom, introduced the pale swordmaiden to the King. Galeth had been the one to protect and train her throughout her youth, and the one to raise her in the true spirit of Tunare.

“Firiona took her place by the side of King Tearis Thex in a joyous reunion.” Sionachie began to strum a lively, festive tune upon her mandolin. Then, stopping abruptly, she leaned forward making a sweeping gesture. “The forces of Good and Evil raised their armies, trained and provisioned them. Lord Tephys led the army of Good to the crossroads of Kithicor to protect the lands of Highkeep Castle. A great Council met to plan strategies. Galeth Veredeth pledged the support of King Tearis Thex, in the form of the Paladins of Tunare.”

Sionachie balled one hand into a fist and shook it in the air. “Lanys T’Vyl and Laarthik K’Shin marched their armies across the Commonlands and attempted to breach the castle itself in High Hold Pass, but the main force met in the forest of Kithicor with Tephys’ troops. Thunder crashed and powers coursed through the world as the enemies joined in battle.” Sionachie’s voice softened. “Lord Tephys fell to the wrath of Lanys T’Vyl on that field, and he will long be remembered by his people.” Her head lowered with his memory.

Raising her head, she once again continued, her voice strong and renewed. “Firiona stepped up to take Tephys’s place, and rallied the forces of Good. The strength of earth, power of the Mother of All, entered Firiona and she glowed with silvery fire. Lanys T’Vyl engaged Firiona Vie, both clad in the powers of their Deities, but the Mother’s universal energies could not be outdone by Hate. Lanys began to falter and she cried out to her mentor, Laarthik.”

Gripping her chest, then thrusting her hand outward, Sionachie said, “Laarthik K’Shin reached into his breastplate and pulled out the shining blue metal orb and, held it to the sky, and screamed out a terrible invitation to the Prince of Hate himself!” Her hands moved in an arc above her, as if tracing the dome of the heavens. “The skies opened and flames enveloped Laarthik. A frightful rending took place, and therein a mighty rift opened between Norrath and Innoruuk’s dwelling place, the Plane of Hate. Magic users all over the face of Norrath felt the energies pour out of that purgatory, heard the tortured cries, and realized their own abilities to enter that place, if they dared.

“Laarthik was consumed in the flames as Lanys herself floated up into the sky, drawn inexorably into her Father’s realm. Her triumphant laughter rang out across the lands. From that day forward, the Curse of Innoruuk has laid upon the forest of Kithicor. The tormented dead are doomed to wander the fearsome night’s shadows in that formerly peaceful woodland. Danger lurks for all who seek passage there.” Sionachie’s face twisted into a scowl of disdain. “Some say that even Laarthik appears there, frightful and deadly, and believe that Lanys sits at the right hand of Innoruuk, to return one day and take her revenge.”

Goblins of the Pickclaw Tribe


The goblins of the pickclaw tribe were not known for their wit. In fact, because of their extreme lack of intelligence, they have been abused in trades by just about every merchant in Norrath. If one were to wonder why the citizens of Highkeep permit the clan to live in the mines beneath their homes, the answer is quite simple, they are good miners and they trade the ores cheaply. The goblins would slave day in and day out looking for the “shiny rocks” for which the stupid humans gave them coin. The fact that these same rocks actually made the coin is a feature that has escaped them thus far. In addition to the humans of Highkeep, the goblins also make secret trades with both the Teir’Dal of Neriak and the Koada’Dal of Faydwer. The Teir’Dal would reward the goblins with decent arms and generally paid the best. They were dangerous to deal with as they were just as likely to kill you as pay you. Trading with the Koada’Dal was rather uncommon. The Koada’Dal only came seeking the few rare stones they used to create their arcane runes, which was fine for the pickclaws as no one else wanted those dull looking rocks. The pickclaw miner Nurgal was on par intellectually with of the rest his clan. Nurgal was quite happy this day as he had found a new vein in his section of the mines. In fact, he’d already pulled three shiny yellow bricks today and was sure to get at least a fistful of copper for them! After chipping a few more layers he hit something very hard with his pick, so hard that his pick bent. “Whaza!” he exclaimed. In the crevice he revealed was a slightly glowing blue rock. “Hmm,” he thought, “me never seen a blue rock afore.” He tried chipping at a little bit more but could not even put a scratch into it. Finally in a display of rare brilliance, and after ruining several more tools, he decided to carve around the rock and yank it out. The rock was spherical in shape, about 8 inches in diameter. Nurgal’s eyes gleamed with a dull brilliance as he guessed how many allies he could buy with this rare find. He quickly concealed it in his belt pouch, wary as always that some of the larger goblins might see it and take it from him. He quickly scrambled out of the hole he was working in and started off to the city to find the dark elf ambassador. The dark elves had always given Nurgal the best prices for rare finds, and this would be no exception he decided.

Bloody Kithicor: Nurgal's Stone Vol. I


“The goblins of the pickclaw tribe were not known for their wit. In fact, because of their extreme lack of intelligence, they have been abused in trades by just about every merchant in Norrath. If one were to wonder why the citizens of Highkeep permit the clan to live in the mines beneath their homes, the answer is quite simple, they are good miners and they trade the ores cheaply. The goblins would slave day in and day out looking for the “”shiny rocks”” for which the stupid humans gave them coin. The fact that these same rocks actually made the coin is a feature that has escaped them thus far. In addition to the humans of Highkeep, the goblins also make secret trades with both the Teir’Dal of Neriak and the Koada’Dal of Faydwer. The Teir’Dal would reward the goblins with decent arms and generally paid the best. They were dangerous to deal with as they were just as likely to kill you as pay you. Trading with the Koada’Dal was rather uncommon. The Koada’Dal only came seeking the few rare stones they used to create their arcane runes, which was fine for the pickclaws as no one else wanted those dull looking rocks. The pickclaw miner Nurgal was on par intellectually with of the rest his clan. Nurgal was quite happy this day as he had found a new vein in his section of the mines. In fact, he’d already pulled three shiny yellow bricks today and was sure to get at least a fistful of copper for them! After chipping a few more layers he hit something very hard with his pick, so hard that his pick bent. “”Whaza!”” he exclaimed. In the crevice he revealed was a slightly glowing blue rock. “”Hmm,”” he thought, “”me never seen a blue rock afore.”” He tried chipping at a little bit more but could not even put a scratch into it. Finally in a display of rare brilliance, and after ruining several more tools, he decided to carve around the rock and yank it out. The rock was spherical in shape, about 8 inches in diameter. Nurgal’s eyes gleamed with a dull brilliance as he guessed how many allies he could buy with this rare find. He quickly concealed it in his belt pouch, wary as always that some of the larger goblins might see it and take it from him. He quickly scrambled out of the hole he was working in and started off to the city to find the dark elf ambassador. The dark elves had always given Nurgal the best prices for rare finds, and this would be no exception he decided. “