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When the other three aren't looking, a large-headed shadow approaches the portal...

No, I prob'by won't bring Garble in. 'least not now, I'll look into later. I don't want to introduce ANOTHER adult, even a rather immature one. I'm pretty sure we have enough janitors, and he's got nothing he can teach that isn't already being taught. :P


Ephebe wrote:


She sighed. Well, if this conversation went badly she could always rewind time and erase it.

See this? This why I hate time travel! Too confusing!


Spoiler:
By strange, do we mean 'magical'?
And thanks. It's a big compliment to even be considered. If the others are alright with it, I'll be happy to enter.


Spoiler:
Well, I don't want to butt in, but I am still interested in joining.
However, given the quality focus and the way I used to play, I'm completely fine if the answer is still no. I'll just stay here, annoying whatever characters happen to enter the Club. :P


Dragonborn:
The spoiler about food, or Lynora's spoiler?

Garble comes back inside. He watches Aananda warily as he places his order.


Aanandareavekki wrote:

She sighed. Clearly the fastest way to get the goblin to move on was to satisfy his curiousity.

"The Hunters are ruthless people who use the powers of the mind to hunt down and kill certain types of dragons. And that's as much explanation as you're going to get."

The goblin eyes Aanandareavekki, looking a bit confused. Suddenly, his eyes widen. "Oh! Gyaaah! Augh!" The goblin bolts.

Perceptive people (which probably means almost everyone present)will notice that Garble's eyes flashed white the instant before he panicked.
Would a spell to detect magic or magical creatures detect anything significant in this group?
And yes, that was a joke.
EDIT: Of course, it just occurred to me that there might be wards against such effects. If this is the case, ignore everything after Garble looking confused. :P


Aanandareavekki wrote:
Garble wrote:
Aanandareavekki wrote:

She turned her droconic purple eyes towards the loud goblin.

"I do not think so. But possibly. Hunter is dangerous, and thankfully, not here. Are you looking for an enchanter? Because there surely must be many such options here...."
"No! I ain't fond, actually. Enchanting, nasty magic. Hunter ain't enchanter, then. What are 'empath'?" The goblin seems nervous, watching the draconic woman warily.
"Do you know what psionics are?" she asked with surprising patience (having learned a little about teaching from raising three inquisitive children) "Mind magic? An empath is someone who uses the power of the mind to read other people's emotions and sometimes change them."

"Um...no. Psionics? No. What is 'empaths' doing? Stalking? Hunters?" The goblin seems torn between his generally antisocial nature and curiosity. He pulls out a length of wire from a pocket, and fidgets with it uncertainly.

Sorry to slow things down. Consider it a recap. Or, if Aananda isn't in the mood for so many questions, a lesson in goblin edibility. :P


Aanandareavekki wrote:

She turned her droconic purple eyes towards the loud goblin.

"I do not think so. But possibly. Hunter is dangerous, and thankfully, not here. Are you looking for an enchanter? Because there surely must be many such options here...."

"No! I ain't fond, actually. Enchanting, nasty magic. Hunter ain't enchanter, then. What are 'empath'?" The goblin seems nervous, watching the draconic woman warily.


Aanandareavekki wrote:
Ruji, Guardian Tressym wrote:

Ruji glides over and lands on Ryo lap. He spreads his wings and an image of the Fly Free[/i]'s band members appears, an arrow pointing to the singer.[/i]

"Her name is Belyu. I belive she would prefer someone who didn't want to be her friend to get close to Kamenwati. Not that there is a good chance of that happening [o]now[/i] though, not after he told everyone he was a cambion." The gray cat images.

She considered this.

"Yes, that could work. And would be easy to arrange without causing suspicion. All we have to do is ask Kam to invite Ephebe to sit in on a band rehearsal or two, let her get to know the other kids. Easy enough and we'll have to explain what's really going on to Taron and Kam as well. If this is a Hunter Taron and James will also be targets."

"Hey! Hey! 'Hunter' is enchanter?"


Irv wrote:
I trained as a bard before venturing forward, however, this thing is beyond my abilities to figure out

"What? What is?"


Garble's keen ears finally pick up the conversation. "Hey!" he mutters. Louder, "HEY!" The little creature jumps off his stool and runs over to the group. "Hey! You saying there're enchanters about?"


Garble's eye twitches again. "Need..take walk." The goblin gets up stiffly and leaves the club.


Ephebe wrote:
Kamenwati wrote:

"It's worked before, trust me. How do you think I got him to go to the concert and later become a part of the band?" Is Kam's simple reply.

"And what do you mean you didn't 'know' about me? You practically broke ribs with that hug!"

"I said at first, Kamenwati," she said, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Clearly you haven't quite adjusted to having a time traveling sister yet."

Garble's eye twitches. "STOP!" the goblin suddenly shouts. "Damn goblin ears! One more word on time travel, I try club travel at own skull!"

Grumbling, the goblin turns back to his drink. "Now the head hurts. Humans."


The goblin watches Rune and Kiba with disdain. "Too many dogs..." he mutters. "Place going to pot."


Garble senses a disturbance. He pulls out his pillow, and sees somebody substituted a rock. Wondering who has the original item now, the goblin sighs and goes back to sleep.


Irv wrote:
Irv comes down from his suite, bag underslung, and leaning on his stick, he goes to the table he usually sits at, opens the bag, looks in and comes up with a rectangular metal container. He stands up, does a quick pump fake, finds his receiver and hollers, "Garble. heads up, Bud." As the Goblin examines the blue can with gold letters Irv sits down and calls out, "Consider yourself properly SPAMmed."

Garble examines the can confusedly. He gets out a sack and starts rooting around inside.

A few minutes later, he procures a can opener. He opens the can, and his eyes widen as he takes in the stench.

"Aha! Spam!" The goblin scowls at Irv and rushes over to the kitchen. "Someone cook spam!" He holds the can up for the cooks to see. "Hey, someone cook! Mmm."


Danae Magpie wrote:
Garble wrote:

Garble starts going over his spellbook again.

Another disadvantage to having a mostly unrelated character is your posts with him start to look like unnecessary bumps instead of proper spam. :P
Well, feel free to interrupt Danae whenever you like. Since she's mostly wandering around bussing tables. Then you can feel like it's proper spam. :P

Or I could just say '@' a bunch. It's a lot simpler.

I may take you up on that offer later, though.


Garble starts going over his spellbook again.
Another disadvantage to having a mostly unrelated character is your posts with him start to look like unnecessary bumps instead of proper spam. :P


*Suddenly realises you guys were using characters from Agartha*
Is that thread still active? I think I lost my stolen dot.

Garble comes back inside. He glares at the singer and mutters something about human music. Then he pulls out a small slate and seems to make a note with an invisible piece of chalk.


Garble's nose twitches. He heads outside.
On the one hand, I kind of miss being able to interact easily with the others. On the other two, I don't miss having uber-powerful melodramatic sock puppet characters, and it's nice to not be obliged to post all the time. :P


The goblin watches Kam. His eyes shine with more than excitement. "What...uh...illusion? Oh, half-orc. What's under? Either kids, growns, dragons."
He seems torn. "Use..." he considers something. "Nah." Garble turns back to a drink he pilfered from an abandoned table. "And stop talking to youself. Bloody humans hate."


Garble puts away the spellbook and casts a cleanse. Some of the stink vanishes. He then looks for something under the tables to eat, ignoring the surprised patrons.


The goblin scowls. "Who closing portals? Bah!"


Danae Magpie wrote:
"Thanks, Garble," she called after him.

"Hmph. Stupid humans."

However, the goblin reads his spellbook with a smile on his face.


Danae Magpie wrote:
"Okay, Garble, but you're making the other patrons sick, so I'm gonna have to ask you to keep to the far end of the grounds. Ummm.....have you tried a prestidigitation? Or three? I'm sure it would help. No bath required."
I wrote:
The goblin stalks off, though he does cast a few prestidigitations to make the smell a little less extreme.

This. Though I get that maybe Danae didn't know the difference. :P

The goblin shrugs. "Already did. There limited amount prestidigitation can do."
He hesitates, looking at Danae. "Fine," the goblin mutters. "I's go prepare cleanse." He stomps off into a corner and pulls out a rather mismatched spellbook.


Danae Magpie wrote:

Dressed in her new uniform, clothes safely stashed in her new employee locker, Danae reports to the bar where she is given instructions and a tray. She cheerfully circulates through the crowd clearing away used glasses. If she does a good job she'll be allowed to take drink orders soon.

"Hi, Mr Irv," she said, waving. "And hi, goblin Garble," she added, keeping a safe distance from the still skunky goblin. "Er, you want me to get you some tomato juice for a bath so you can get rid of the skunky smell?"

"Gah! No, no bath, I fine. Smell not much worse than mama--than I's mother's den."


Irv wrote:

Irv gets out a big sheet of construction paper and a pack of sharpies, and makes a spiffy new sign that says,

OMNIPORTAL CLOSED for THANKSGIVING.

Now I know some of you are wondering, who ever heard of an omniportal being closed for Thanksgiving?

Tears in his eyes (from the skunk smell), Garble looks for another place to find an Omniportal.

He doesn't find one.


A very smelly goblin runs through the thread. He seems to be tap-dancing. "Stupid bets...."


Garble wrote:
Irv wrote:

"Who cut the cheese? Never mind, only one thing smells like skunk, and that's skunk. Get us a wash tub, lye soap, baking soda and peroxide. This is going to sting, but Garble, bud, better sting than stink, you my friend; are getting a bath, or you are not getting to the bar."

Irv leaned towards the Dalesman, "Either he can get in there on his own, or we can start a new bar game, Dip the Goblin."

Garble scowls. "Back off, oldy. They can live with some stink." The goblin stalks off, though he does cast a few prestidigitations to make the smell a little less extreme.

The goblin has already left, unless you intend to pursue him.


Irv wrote:

"Who cut the cheese? Never mind, only one thing smells like skunk, and that's skunk. Get us a wash tub, lye soap, baking soda and peroxide. This is going to sting, but Garble, bud, better sting than stink, you my friend; are getting a bath, or you are not getting to the bar."

Irv leaned towards the Dalesman, "Either he can get in there on his own, or we can start a new bar game, Dip the Goblin."

Garble scowls. "Back off, oldy. They can live with some stink." The goblin stalks off, though he does cast a few prestidigitations to make the smell a little less extreme.


Devlyn, the Dalesman wrote:
Garble wrote:
The gopblin yelps. "Gah! Shouldsn't sneaking around like it!"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. I come in peace - promise." :)

"Bah. Going back to bar."

Garble waddles back. He soon gets lost and falls into a skunk burrow. Later, a very irritated goblin is seen stumbling around in the dark, muttering about skunks and demons.


Devlyn, the Dalesman wrote:
Danae Magpie wrote:

Danae gulped.

"Ummmmmm......Darn it! I knew I forgot something! Stupid scent ability," she grumbled.

"Oh come on now - it's not like I jumped in and stopped anything. How does that ruin your fun?" a hurt voice asks from the shadows as Devlyn reappears, sparing a quick glance back up the trail to Allura's hiding spot.

"Besides," he adds with a twinkle of mirth in his eyes, "if I was such a fuddy-duddy, I'd be grilling you about being out here with a half-naked man lying on the beach and a goblin. That makes for quite the interesting story..." ;P

The gopblin yelps. "Gah! Shouldsn't sneaking around like it!"


Danae Magpie wrote:
"How did she know we were here?" she whispered.

"She perspective. Um, preceptive. Whatevering!" The goblin steps out of the bushes. "Isn't meant to. Never trusting them's not from Material, though. Is just bad informa...bad news."


"Tiefling," Garble mutters. "Knew it, knew it, knew it! Alak shkol."
He pulls out what seems to be a dead coal. "Stay back girl. This's may devolve into wesk...er, dead making."
It's hard to keep Garble and Darst (my goblin PbP character)straight. Garble is smart for a goblin, but a bit unfriendly, and doesn't know much of the Common tongue. Darst is genuinely trying to learn Common, is very friendly, but isn't too bright. And the accents are hard to keep separate. :P


Danae Magpie wrote:
Garble wrote:
"What? Maybe. I isn't watching. Was smelling like omelettes?" Though the goblin tries to hide it, he seems interested.
"I think it was too far away to smell. At least for humans. Um, but if you can smell it from so far away...maybe you can help us find it. Please? It'll be fun!"

"Um..." the goblin hesitates.

Might be good to make friends here.
"Okay. I smelling something, but not being sure. May is not being thing you's seeing, but...thought I's smelling brimstone. Hmm. Oh! Spells, spells, spells!" The goblin reaches into a pocket and pulls out a very small eyeball. "Eye of fish, deftly plucked, find me faller, that been...uh....wrucked!"
The eyeball floats into the air and flies away direction. Garble tilts his head, as if listening for something.

It's a basic sort of scrying spell. If the item in question can be found, and it's relatively nearby, the spell would point him in the direction of it. The spell isn't infallible, though, and has a small chance of failure, so if it's inconvenient for the plot (I assume the tiefling is the 'faller' but I could be wrong), that can happen.

Garble's sense of smell is strong, but I think being able to smell the brimstone from so far well enough to follow it could be a bit much. Hopefully this is a valid substitute. :P


Danae Magpie wrote:
Garble wrote:
Danae Magpie wrote:

"Uh.....that was a joke?" she said, doubtfully. "Are you sure you um, understand the concept?"

The goblin scowls. "Hey, back off, little girl child! You's human, way easiers for you's to working out talky jokes!"

"It..is? I'm sorry, I haven't met very many goblins before. One or two in the bazaar, but they were usually being chased by something. Not a lot of time for talking."

"Hey, um, did you happen to see that thing falling from the sky just now?"

"What? Maybe. I isn't watching. Was smelling like omelettes?" Though the goblin tries to hide it, he seems interested.


Danae Magpie wrote:
Garble wrote:

Okay, here I go. I'm a bit rusty, so be warned. Still, maybe rusty is good, considering some of the stuff I used to write here. :P

Garble walks out of the woods, adjusting his tunic. He notices Danae and the old man, and frowns. "Hey, you!" he says. "What is this?"
He stares for a moment. Then shakes his head as if to clear it. "Sorry," the goblin mutters. "Stupid nose...isn't workies. Thought I's smells...hmph. What's you do, then, here? Isn't good for two, too old! Or...no, back to horsies. Need stopping with human jokes."
He seems a little out of sorts.
"Uh.....that was a joke?" she said, doubtfully. "Are you sure you um, understand the concept?"

The goblin scowls. "Hey, back off, little girl child! You's human, way easiers for you's to working out talky jokes!"


Okay, here I go. I'm a bit rusty, so be warned. Still, maybe rusty is good, considering some of the stuff I used to write here. :P
Garble walks out of the woods, adjusting his tunic. He notices Danae and the old man, and frowns. "Hey, you!" he says. "What is this?"
He stares for a moment. Then shakes his head as if to clear it. "Sorry," the goblin mutters. "Stupid nose...isn't workies. Thought I's smells...hmph. What's you do, then, here? Isn't good for two, too old! Or...no, back to horsies. Need stopping with human jokes."
He seems a little out of sorts.


It is Garble.
Sorry, carry on. :P

Allura wrote:
"A teenage girl with dark hair and a full set of lockpicks," she answered drily.

"Haha! And lockpicks meaning..." The goblin stares, grinning. Then he shrugs. "Eh, stupid human jokes. I's sticking to setting horses on fire. That is funny! Now, I's gonna go pee!"

The goblins stomps off into the woods, dusting off some sparkle. He smells faintly of heavy drink.

Setting it up so that he can enter, since this may be plottish and I'd hate to be left out, but so he can not get involved if it doesn't concern him or if I'd just be way out of place.


A goblin stumbles into the Grove, holding a dusty mug. He looks around. "Now this is not bar!" Then he notices Kiba. "WEREWOLF!" he shrieks. "Eat silver, dog!" He reaches into his pocket and throws a steel fork at Little Kiba. The fork doesn't even come close to hitting. Garble then stumbles off. "Where is that bar?!"


celestial nymph wrote:

*giggle*

*throws more glitter on goblin*

Oops. ;P

"Gah! Stop doing that, cursed fae!" The goblin stomps way to get a drink.


Dragonborn Jack wrote:

A dragon, colored like all the Jacks, raises his head from the pool. He'd heard the goblin even in the deepest part of the pool(for a dragon anyway). A grin reveal a great many teeth.

"Does this mean your a vampire?"

*pushes Garble away from the pool so he can't jump in*

*winks at the nymph*

Knocked aside, the goblin has a moment to calm down. He scowls at DBJ. "Cursed dragons. Is should have been crusaded years ago."


The goblin shrieks. "AAAUGH!" He starts running running the temple. "AAAUGH! AUUUGH! GET IT OFF!"


Allura wrote:
Garble wrote:
"Dang. Hey, there any beer here?" The goblin procures a dirty mug.
"Sure," she said, laughing. "The bar is that way. They'll give you whatever kind of alcohol you like."

Garble nods and goes to the bar. "Wow, this place is dusty."


Allura wrote:
Garble wrote:
"Hey, what is happening?" a goblin asks blearily, climbing out of a nearby basket. "I's trying to sleep!"
"I don't think you'll be getting much sleep around here anymore. Not now that Club Calistria is back."

"Dang. Hey, there any beer here?" The goblin procures a dirty mug.


"Hey, what is happening?" a goblin asks blearily, climbing out of a nearby basket. "I's trying to sleep!"


Sky Cloudgather wrote:
:We'll be back.: Sky thinks to the goblin as he flies off behind Blodwen.

"BLOODY SHIFTERS!" the goblin shrieks.


The goblin is shaking his head again. "Yes!" he says quickly. He seems glad to see Blodwen go.


Blodwen Pefhlawae wrote:
Garble wrote:
Blodwen Pefhlawae wrote:

Blodwen also shifted back to her human form.

:If we let you in, I am not sure that we can guarantee your safety inside. You made many enemies here. It is a difficult problem.:

The goblin shakes his head, seeming surprised and irritated at the voice. "Yes, quite--" He slaps his forehead, like a fly has landed on it. "--understood. We doesn't--" He hits his head again. "--need protection, fact that we's nearby Eyrie will--" He starts swinging his head around and around, looking rather ridiculous. "--be enough." He stops shaking his head, the 'buzz' apparently gone, and looks up curiously. "Out of curiosity, how is barriers remaining after false goddess is dead?"

:She wasn't a false goddess. And she isn't dead. She just gave up her powers to someone a little more suited to running the cosmos, someone with a few less mortal distractions. This is Djuhah's temple now.:

Her lips twitch with amusement at his reaction to her telepathy.

"Stop--" *Smack* "--doing--" *Smack* "That!" He smacks his head with such force he nearly trips. He smiles wanly, seeming a bit dazed from repeatedly hitting himself, and straightens. "The genie? Why would he get the power?"


Blodwen Pefhlawae wrote:

Blodwen also shifted back to her human form.

:If we let you in, I am not sure that we can guarantee your safety inside. You made many enemies here. It is a difficult problem.:

The goblin shakes his head, seeming surprised and irritated at the voice. "Yes, quite--" He slaps his forehead, like a fly has landed on it. "--understood. We doesn't--" He hits his head again. "--need protection, fact that we's nearby Eyrie will--" He starts swinging his head around and around, looking rather ridiculous. "--be enough." He stops shaking his head, the 'buzz' apparently gone, and looks up curiously. "Out of curiosity, how is barriers remaining after false goddess is dead?"

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